One of Our Conquerors -- Volume

ess with her various forms of blandishment to take a seat in her carriage; and she was a practical speaker upon her quarter of the world when s

examine the poor value of his aim, by tying him to the contemptible means: One estimate involved the other, whichever came first. Somewhere he had an idea, that would l

than a precipitous intimacy, a deep crumbling over deeper, with a little woman amusing him in remarks of a whimsical nudity; hardly more. Nay, not more! he said; and at the end of twenty paces, he saw much more; the campaign gathered a circling suggestive brilliancy, like the lamps about the winter park; the Society, lured with glitter, hooked by greed, composed a ravishing picture; the littl

s: and if she would but walk, or if she danced at parties, she would scatter the fits of despondency besetting

art at beat along the lighted outer ring, Victor entered at his old door of the two houses he

songful satirical line spouted in him, to be flung at his g

lying folded together; mother and daughter. He bent over them. His hand was taken and pressed by Fredi's; she spoke; she said tenderly: 'Father.' Neither o

st have been lying folded together during the greater part of the day: and it meant, that the mother's hea

with the thought, that they were of the sex which finds enjoyment in a day of the mutual t

he would not be harsh on her father. She would say he loved! And t

omage, that they may serve as flowers, not to be volatile tempters. Nataly never had been one of the sort: Lady Grace was. No necessity existed for compelling the world to bow to Lady Grace, while on behalf of his Nataly he had to . . . Victor closed the curtain over a gulf-revealed by an invocation of Nature, and showing the tremendous force he partook of so largely, in her motive elements of the devourer. Horrid to behold, when we need a gracious presentation of the circumstances. She is a splendid power for as long as we confine her between the banks: but she has a passion

across Colney Durance, who

ne favoured him: she was to be told, how he one day expressed a wish for greater space, and was informed on the next, that the neighbour

design, admiring the porcelain, the ferns, friezes, hangings, and the grand piano, the ebony inlaid music-stands, the firegrates and plaques, the ottomans, th

as to have escorted me back. H

a gentle humour at play, and comforted him, as she intended, with a

at she could n

look, in her phrasing of speech, an older, much older daughter tha

ove! my papa! my own dear dada!' all the words of her girlhood in her new sedateness; and smiling:

o his breast. 'Ma

oo

ing, with her cunning hand, the cosmetics and powders h

e of the prattle running rill-like over our daily humdrum. Simeon Fenellan would have helped. Then suddenly came enlivenment: a recollection of news in the morning's paper. 'No harm before Fredi, my dear. She's a young woman now. And no harm, so to speak-at

d a blow in the thought, that a lady of this kind w

r?' he gliste

y's imitation of the superb contralto; and her hand and

ng had required to be said, and had been said; and all was happily over, owing to the goodness and sweetness of the two dear innocents;-whom heaven bless!

to try imaginary notes, as if doubtful of her capacity, more at home in the dumb deep sigh they fell to. Her mother

ng her mother to go through tortures in receiving and visiting; and she was arrested

e, before she went to Moorsedge; only they were more numerous, and some of the titles had ascended a stage. There were grea

speaking unintelligibly, in the absence of the Simeon Fenellan regretted so l

ed the notes for voices at the piano. Priscilla Graves was a vacancy, and likewise the Rev. Septimus Barmby. Peridon and Catkin, and Mr. Pempton took their usual places. There was no fluting. A famous Canadian lady was the principal singer. A Galician violinist, zig-zagging extreme extensions and contractions of h

their set; and the one to fall away from her, Nataly marvellingly named Mrs. John Cormyn; whose marriage was of her making. She did not disapprove Priscilla's behaviour. Priscilla had come to her and, protesting affection, had openly stated, that she required time and retirement to recover her proper feelings. Nataly smiled

alk on planks

d: 'You will g

grown, from use, to like the whirl of company, for oblivion in the excitement; and as her remembrance o

uestion following was a speechless wave, that surged at her father. She tried to fathom the scheme he entertained. The attempt obscured her conception of the man he was. She co

ogether that night, and the

riage was in waiting with her maid to bring her back; and at his mere ejaculation of a wish, the hardy girl drove down in the af

e undulating in movement, and their heigh

she 'like

ked at th

r, Lady Grace was present. She

the contrary, and took the pedestrian girl for perfect simplicity in her tastes, when Nesta had so far grown watchful as to feel relieved by the lady's departure. Her mother, without sympathy for the lady, was too great of soul for jealousy. Victor had his Nataly before him at a hint from Lady Grace: and he went somewhat further than the exact degree

was. She was trying to be a student of life, with her eyes down upon hard earth, despite of her winged young head; she would have compassed him better had he dilated in sublime fashion; but he baffled her perusal of a man of power by the simpleness of his enjoyment

feeling of personal value; it permeated her nouri

blest man's compassionateness; and her imagined thousand emotions;-a rolling music within her, a wreath of cloudglory in her sky;-which had, as with virgins it may be, plighted her body to him for sheer urgency of soul; drawn her by a single unwitting-to-brain, conscious-in-blood, shy curl outward of the sheathing leaf to the

to Dudley Sowerby: the 'perfect gentleman, good citizen'; prospective heir to an earldom besides. She bowed to Dudley'

llow- creatures made by the young, is the demand, that they be definite: no mercy is in them for the transitional. And Dudley-and i

f Old England's modern renown, for a determined wrestle with our English pronunciation of words, and rescue of the spelling of them from the printer. His headache over the present treatment of the verb 'To bid,' was a quaint beginning for one who had soon to plead before Japanese, and who acknowledged now 'in contrition of spirit,' that in formerly opposing the scheme for an Academy, he helped to the handing of our noble language to the rapid reporter of news for an apathetic public. Further, he discovered in astonishment the subordination of all literary Americans to the decrees of their literary authorities; marking a Transatlantic point of departure, and contrasting ominously with the unruly Islanders 'grunting the higgledy-piggledy of their various ways, in all the porker's gut-gamut at the rush to the trough.' After a week's privation of bat and ball, he is, lighted or not, a gas-jet of satire upon his countrymen. As for the 'pathetic sublimity of the Funeral of Dr. Bouthoin,'

ings all-to frigid sterile Satire. And truly it is not a fruit-bearing rod. Colney had to stand on the defence of it against the damsel's charges. He thought the use of the rod, while expressing profound regret at a difference of opinion between him and those noble heathens, beneficial for boys; but in relation to their seniors, and particularly for old gentlemen, he thought tha

me and soured himself by never making concessions. Here's this absurd Serial-it fails, of course; and then he h

res respect Mr. Durance, and he is al

can pat

patronize

cknowledge wisdom in anything I say or do; he will hardly acknowledge the success. It is "a dirty road to success," he says. So that, if suc

rouder of her: he presented new features of her in his quotations of her sayings, thoughtful sayings. 'I declare she helps one to think,' he said. 'It

ide you, dear, now I am

u have not

lieve. His elder brother's in a bad way

revealed a s

daylight: a muffled voice within him said, that he was kept waiting to do so by the inexplicable tardiness of a certain one to rise ascending to her spiritual roost. She was now harmless to strike: Themison, Carling, Jarniman, even the Rev. Groseman Buttermore, had been won to the cause of humanity. Her ascent, considering her inability to do further harm below, was most mysteriously delayed. Owing to it, in a mann

ber of Parliament now on his back he

ands clouded him a little, as a

rning since her return; prepared with a villanous resignation to hea

Durance's chambers; and I walk back with you, and there we are jo

f them! And Simeon Fe

Perhaps .

too, was-but this was Dudley calculating. Where there are coronets, calculations of this sort must needs occur; just as where there are complications. Odd, o

a fog, my dea

o set the ripple running in his features; and when he left the room for a last word with Armandine, she flung arms round her mother's neck, murmuring: 'Mothe