The Disowned, Volume 1.

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rees irregularly shrunk back from the road, leaving broad patches of waste land covered with fern and the yellow blossoms of the dwarf furze, and at more distant intervals thick clusters of rushes, from which came the small hum of gnats,-those "evening revellers" alterna

rson whose youth betrayed itself in its elastic and unmeasured tread, and in the gay,

l taste than musical science in the selection of

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a brief pause, it invariably star

s it overtook the latter, a loud, clear, good- humoured voice gave the salutation of the evenin

far is it to W--? I hope I a

w acquaintance which called for a greater degree of respect than he was at first disposed to accord to a pedestrian traveller,

sort of vivacity. "Why, the miller at the foot of the hill ass

eturned the man, "yet you will n

n?" said the yo

ruth in spite of himself, and make a public-house, ab

the youth. "Does the house you

hen turn to the right; but till then our way is the same, and if you

from the brisk pace you walk. I thought I had few equals in pedestrianism; but

ve had in the course of my life a better usage a

perhaps too well satisfied with his survey. His fellow pedestrian was about six feet high, and of a corresponding girth of limb and frame, which would have made him fearful odds in any encounter where bodily strengt

pause of s

oned ploughs and farming improvements," said the tall stranger, looking round at the

ngle furze- blossom for the bee or a tuft of green-sward for the grasshopper; but, however unpleasant the change may be

rals, who would mete us out our liberty, our happiness, our very feelings by the yard and inch and fraction? No, no, let them follow what the books and precepts of their own wisdom teach them; let them culti

words of the last speech; "and if I were not just about to commence the world with a firm persuasion that en

n what I have learned to look upon as my own territory. You were, just before I joined you, singing an old song; I honour you for your taste: and no offence, sir, but a sort of fellowship in feeling made me take the liberty to accost yo

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and rough

uotation, which was half said, half sung, in a tone which seemed to e

emory. And, indeed, I should have imagined that the only persons to whom your verses could exactly

tranger, indifferently; "precisely so. I

n unsophisticated surprise; "the progr

nclination, not birth. The illustrious Bamfylde Moore Carew is not the only example of

ng acquainted with a character at once so respectable and so novel; and, to return your quotat

bowl of f

mo, sparkl

nk to our bette

e much less known and appreciated than at present; "and if you have seen already enough of the world to take up with ale when neither Canary, Palermo, nor Sherry are forthcoming, I will promise, at least, to pledge

few guineas about me, which, though not a large sum, are my all. Now, however ancient and honourable

same disclosure you have done now; but you may be quite easy on that score. If you were made of gold, the rascals wou

m your encampment? I assure you I am all eagerness to be

at they are but a rough tribe. However, I love them dearly; and am only the more inclined

farther on, they caught a glimpse of a distant fire burning brightly through the dim trees. They quickened their pace, and striking a little out of the