One of Our Conquerors -- Volume

a meaning; she felt she was praised. It might be because she made herself her father's companion. 'I can't persuade him to put on a great- co

out serially THE RIVAL TONGUES: and there was talk of a dragon-throated public's queer appetite in Letters. The pained Editor deferentially smiled at her che

sometimes capricious is his gorge. 'He may happen to be in the humour for a shaking!' Colney's poor consolatio

wn on notion of the attitude for reading, his back; and he has in a jiffy the funnel of the Libraries inserted into his mouth, and he feels the publishers pouring their gallons through it unlimitedly; never crying out, which he can't; only swelling, which he's obliged to do, with a non-nutritious inflation; and that's his intellectual enjoyment; bearing a likeness to

ial parasites, one sup

d it, to compliment the crownless author; and the fervider they, the more was he endowed to read the me

Victor some of the recent occurrences at Brighton. Simeon's tone was unsatisfying; Colney would ha

convenience, for our poor patch and tatter British Army to take in his place another young student, who'll grow up to do similarly. And Dartrey, we assume, is off to stop that system. You behold Sir Dartrey twirling the weapon in preparatory fashion; because he is determined we shall have an army of trained officers instead of infant amateurs heading heroic louts. Not a thought of Beer in Dartrey!-always unpatriotic, you 'll say. Plato entreats his absent mistress to fix eyes on a star: eyes on Beer for the uniting of you English! I tell you no poetic fiction. Seeing him on his way, thus terribly armed, and knowing his intent, Venus, to shield a former favourite servant of Mars, conjured the most diverting of interventions, in the shape of a young woman in a poke- bonnet, and Skepsey, her squire, marching with a dozen or so, informing bedevilled mankind of the hideousness of our hymnification when it is not under secluding sanction of the Edifice, and challengeing criticism; and that was hard by, and real English

ed with the name

to London with a rather

can't have join

interposed Fenellan. 'The most placable creature

ts.' Victor was pricked with a jealousy of

re honest foes of vice, and they move:-in England! Pulpit-preaching has no effect. For gross maladies, gross remedies. You may judge of what you are by the quality of the cure. Puritanism, I won't attempt to paint- it would barely be decent; but compare it with the spectacle of En

for our not seeing him!

as joined those people,' said Nesta. 'I'm sure

d on her. 'A

men kn

re ways at present tha

well for England when they'

acement of the modern national genders: Germany mas

d reddened on his

ing with her. One of them, a Mrs. Marina Floyer, had recently raised a standard of feminine insurrection. She said: 'I hea

ve? But surely she stood in a glorious England if there were men and women to welcome a girl to their councils. Oh! that is the broad free England where gentlemen and

spirit from an emissary angel; and she trembled, the fire ran through her. It seemed to her, that she would be called to help or that certainly t

our time, righteously claiming expansion out of the clutches of a narrow old-world disciplinarian-that giant hypocrite! She flung the gauntlet at externally venerable Institutions; and she had a hearing, where horrification, execration, the foul Furies of Conservatism would in a shortly antecedent day have been hissing and snaki

ety in relation to the individual, it is the body to the soul. We may wash, trim, purify, but we must not maim it. The assertion of our indiv

pits by your slackness:-etc. There was a pretty hot debate. Both assailant and defendant, to Victor's thinking, spoke well, and each the right thing and he could have made use of both, but he could answer neither. He beat about for the cause of this deficiency, and discovered it in

te: 'Make my excuses. C. D. will give Nesta and some lady dinner. A visitor here. Come a

to stay; and V

we see such a Trial!-Well said or not, undoubtedly Society is an old criminal: not much more advanced than the state of spiritual worship where bloody sacrifice was offered to a hungry Lord. But it has a case for pleading. We may liken it, as we have it now, to the bumping lumberer's raft; suitable along torrent waters until we come to smoother. Are we not on waters of a certain smoothness at the reflecting level?- enough to justify

se it hinted of next door to his lost Idea. He rubbed the back of his head, fancying a throb there. Are civilized creatures incapable of abstract thought when their social position is dubious? For if so, we

e-door stoppe

ook his

borough being vacated. Quatley urges me. A death again! I saw Pempton, too. Will you credit me when I tell you he carries his infatuation so far, that he has been investing in Japanese and Chin

d felt a squeeze more n

e added. 'My maid will g

t on, to see her safe

ohn Cormyn to-morrow morning. I can't endure gaps. Gaps in our circle

ovision we will! Evil-Mr. Sowerb

ing may t

ave burst: but her restraini

has been seen riding with-she has called upon-Oh! it is one of those abandoned women. In her house! Our girl! Our Nesta! She was insulted by a man in the woman's house. She is talked of over Brighton. The mother!-the daughter! And grant me this-that

to console: 'Dudley do

ntact with!-Oh! cruel!' Each time she ceased speaking, the wrinkles of a sh

an't be harm. Of course, she promises-hasn't to promise. H

the character of the dreadful woman? Ah, if I could ever in anything think her ignorant! She frightens me. Mr. Sowerby is indulgent. He does me justice. My duty to her-I must defend myself-has been

if you were down there, you would discover that the talk was the talk of two or three men seeing our girl ride by-and she did

his annoyance, there was the gain of her being wo

ide in her girl by the recent indebtedness to her for words heavenly in the strengthening comfort they gave. But no so

d knowledge of it-a knowledge drawn from foul wells, the unhappy mother imagined: she dreaded to probe to the dep

-the daughter!'-her sole revelation of the hear

alike consigned to the corners of the world's dust-heaps. She cried out, that her pride was broken. Her pride, her last support of life, had gone to pieces. The tears she restrained in Victor's presence, were called on to come now, and she had none. It might be, that

pendulum for some time during the night in him, too. He would rather have been subjected to the spectacle of tears than

isturb her mother, and

the best cure for mam

embracing his girl, quit

e afrai