that long deceased operative. As he offered a higher rent than the bailiff could elsewhere obtain, and as the bailiff was desirous to get credit with Mr Carr Vipont for improving the property, by reviving thereon an art which had fallen into desuetude, the bargain was struck, provided the candidate, being a stranger to the place, could furnish the bailiff with any satisfactory reference. Waife had gone away, saying he should shortly return with the requisite testimonial. In fact, poor man, as we know, he was then counting on a good word from Mr Hartopp. He had not, however, returned for some months. The cottage having been meanwhile wanted for the temporary occupation of an under gamekeeper, while his own was under repair, fortunately remained unlet. Waife, on returning, accompanied by his little girl, had referred the bailiff to a respectable house-agent and collector of street rents in Bloomsbury, who wrote word that a lady, then abroad, had authorised him, as the agent employed in the management of a house property from which much of her income was derived, not only to state that Waife was a very intelligent man, likely to do well whatever he undertook, but also to guarantee, if required, the punctual payment of the rent for any holding of which he became the occupier. On this the agreement was concluded-the bas ket-maker installed. In the immediate neighbourhood there was no custom for basket - work, but Waife's performances were so neat, and some so elegant and fanciful, that he had no difficulty in contracting with a large tradesman (not at Humberston, but a more distant and yet more thriving town about twenty miles off), for as much of such work as he could supply. Each week the carrier took his goods and brought back the payments; the profits amply sufficed for Waife's and Sophy's daily bread, with even more than the surplus set aside for the rent. For the rest, the basket-maker's cottage being at the farthest outskirts of the straggling village inhabited but by a labouring peasantry, his way of life was not much known, nor much inquired into. He seemed a harmless

hard-working man-never seen at the beerhouse, always seen with his neatly-dressed little grandchild in his quiet corner at church on Sundays-a civil, well-behaved man too, who touched his hat to the bailiff, and took it off to the vicar.

An idea prevailed that the basketmaker had spent much of his life in foreign parts, favoured partly by a sobriety of habits which is not altogether national, partly by something in his appearance, which, without being above his lowly calling, did not seem quite in keeping with it-outlandish in short, but principally by the fact that he had received since his arrival two letters with a foreign postmark. The idea befriended the old man; allowing it to be inferred that he had probably outlived the friends he had formerly left behind him in England, and on his return, been sufficiently fatigued with his rambles to drop contented in any corner of his native soil, wherein he could find a quiet home, and earn by light toil a decent livelihood.

George, though naturally curious to know what had been the result of his communication to Mrs Crane,— whether it had led to Waife's discovery or caused him annoyance, had hitherto, however, shrunk from touching upon a topic which subjected himself to an awkward confession of officious intermeddling, and might appear an indirect and indelicate mode of prying into painful family affairs. But one day he received a letter from his father which disturbed him greatly, and induced him to break ground and speak to his preceptor frankly. In this letter, the elder Mr Morley mentioned incidentally amongst other scraps of local news, that he had seen Mr Hartopp, who was rather out of sorts, his good heart not having recovered the shock of having been abominably "taken in" by an impostor for whom he had conceived a great fancy, and to whose discovery George himself had providentially led (the father referring here to what George had told him of his first meeting with Waife, and his visit to Mrs Crane), the impostor, it seemed, from what Mr Hartopp let fall not being a little queer in the head, as George had been led to surmise-but a

very bad character. "In fact," added the elder Morley, "a character so bad, that Mr Hartopp was too glad to give up the child, whom the man appears to have abducted, to her lawful protectors; and I suspect, from what Hartopp said, though he does not like to own that he was taken in to so gross a degree, that he had been actually introducing to his fellow townsfolk, and conferring familiarly, with a regular jail-birdperhaps a burglar. How lucky for that poor, soft-headed, excellent Jos Hartopp-whom it is positively as inhuman to take in as if he were a born natural-that the lady you saw arrived in time to expose the snares laid for his benevolent credulity. But for that, Jos might have taken the fellow into his own house-(just like him!)—and been robbed by this time-perhaps murdered-Heaven knows!"

Incredulous and indignant, and longing to be empowered to vindicate his friend's fair name, George seized his hat, and strode quick along the path towards the basket-maker's cottage. As he gained the water-side, he perceived Waife himself, seated on a mossy bank, under a gnarled fantastic thorn-tree, watching a deer as it came to drink, and whistling a soft mellow tune-the tune of an old English border-song. The deer lifted its antlers from the water, and turned its large bright eyes towards the opposite bank, whence the note came— listening and wistful. As George's step crushed the wild thyme, which the thorn-tree shadowed-" Hush," said Waife, "and mark how the rudest musical sound can affect the brute creation." He resumed the whistle a clearer, louder, wilder tune that of a lively hunting-song. The deer turned quickly round-uneasy, restless, tossed its antlers, and bounded through the fern. Waife again changed the key of his primitive music a melancholy belling *note, like the belling itself of a melancholy hart, but more modulated into sweetness. The deer arrested its flight, and, lured by the mimic sound, returned towards the water-side, slow and stately.

"I don't think the story of Orpheus charming the brutes was a fable do you, sir?" said Waife.

"The rabbits about here know me already; and if I had but a fiddle, I would undertake to make friends with that reserved and unsocial water-rat, on whom Sir Isaac in vain endeavours at present to force his acquaintance. Man commits a great mistake in not cultivating more intimate and amicable relations with the other branches of earth's great family. Few of them not more amusing than we are-naturally, for they have not our cares. And such variety of character, too, where you would least expect it!"

GEORGE MORLEY.-" Very true: Cowper noticed marked differences of character in his favourite hares."

WAIFE." Hares! I am sure that there are not two house-flies on a window-pane, two minnows in that water, that would not present to us interesting points of contrast as to temper and disposition. If houseflies and minnows could but coin money, or set up a manufacturecontrive something, in short, to buy or sell attractive to Anglo-Saxon enterprise and intelligence of course we should soon have diplomatic relations with them; and our despatches and newspapers would instruct us to a T in the characters and propensities of their leading personages. But, where man has no pecuniary nor ambitious interests at stake in his commerce with any class of his fellow-creatures, his information about them is extremely confused and superficial. The best naturalists are mere generalisers, and think they have done a vast deal when they classify a species. What should we know about mankind if we had only a naturalist's definition of man? We only know mankind by knocking classification on the head, and studying each man as a class in himself. Compare Buffon with Shakespeare! Alas! sir I can we never have a Shakespeare for house-flies and minnows?"

GEORGE MORLEY.-" With all respect for minnows and house-flies, if we found another Shakespeare, he might be better employed, like his predecessor, in selecting individualities from the classifications of man."

WAIFE.-"Being yourself a man, you think so a house-fly might be of a different opinion. But permit

"No," cried Waife roughly. "No. Your illustration destroys your arguThe judge knows nothing of the prisoner! There are the circumstances there is the law. By these he generalises-by these he judges right or wrong. But of the individual at the bar-of the world-the tremendous world within that individual heart-I repeat-he knows nothing. Did he know, law and circumstance might vanish - human justice would be paralysed.

Ho,

there! place that swart-visaged, illlooking foreigner in the dock, and let counsel open the case-hear the witnesses depose! O, horrible wretch! -a murderer-unmanly murderer! a defenceless woman smothered by caitiff hands! Hang him up-hang him up! Softly,' whispers the POET, and lifts the veil from the Assassin's heart. 'Lo! it is Othello the Moor!' What jury now dare find that criminal guilty?—what judge now will put on the black cap?-who now says'Hang him up-hang him up

With such lifelike force did the Comedian vent this passionate outburst, that he thrilled his listener with an awe akin to that which the convicted Moor gathers round himself at the close of the sublime drama: Even Sir Isaac was startled; and, leaving his hopeless pursuit of the water-rat, uttered a low bark, came to his master, and looked into his face with solemn curiosity.

WAIFE-relapsing into colloquial accents-"Why do we sympathise with those above us more than with

those below? why with the sorrows of a king rather than those of a beggar? why does Sir Isaac sympathise with me more than (let that waterrat vex him ever so much) I can possibly sympathise with him?Whatever be the cause, see at least, Mr Morley, one reason why a poor creature like myself finds it better employment to cultivate the intimacy of brutes than to prosecute the study of men. Among men, all are too high to sympathise with me; but I have known two friends who never injured nor betrayed me. Sir Isaac is one, Wamba was another. Wamba, sir, the native of a remote district of the globe (two friends civilised Europe is not large enough to afford to any one man)-Wamba, sir, was less gifted by nature, less refined by education, than Sir Isaac; but he was a safe and trustworthy companion. Wamba, sir, was-an opossum."

GEORGE MORLEY.- 66 Alas, my dear Mr Waife, I fear that men must have behaved very ill to you."

WAIFE. "I have no right to complain. I have behaved very ill to myself. When a man is his own enemy, he is very unreasonable if he expect other men to be his benefactors.'

GEORGE MORLEY (with emotion).

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Listen, I have a confession to make to you. I fear I have done you an injury-where, officiously, I meant to do a kindness." The scholar hurried on to narrate the particulars of his visit to Mrs Crane. On concluding the recital he added-"When again I met you here and learned that your Sophy was with you, I felt inex pressibly relieved. It was clear then, I

thought, that your grandchild had been left to your care unmolested, either that you had proved not to be the person of whom the parties were in search, or family affairs had been so explained and reconciled, that my interference had occasioned you no harm. But to-day I have a letter from my father which disquiets me much. It seems that the persons in question did visit Gatesboro' and have maligned you to Mr Hartopp. Understand me, I ask for no confidence which you may be unwilling to give; but if you will arm me with the power to vindicate your character from aspersions which I need not your assurance to hold unjust and

false, I will not rest till that task be triumphantly accomplished."

WAIFE-in a tone calm but dejected."I thank you with all my heart. But there is nothing to be done. I am glad that the subject did not start up between us until such little service as I could render you, Mr Morley, was pretty well over. It would have been a pity if you had been compelled to drop all communication with a man of attainted character before you had learned how to manage the powers that will enable you hereafter to exhort sinners worse than I have been. Hush, sir! you feel that, at least now, I am an inoffensive old man-labouring for a humble livelihood. You will not repeat here what you may have heard, or yet hear, to the discredit of my former life? You will not send me and my grandchild forth from our obscure refuge to confront a world with which we have no strength to cope? And, believing this, it only remains for me to say Fare-you-well, sir."

"I should deserve to lose spespe-speech altogether," cried the Oxonian, gasping and stammering fearfully as he caught Waife firmly by the arm, "if I suffered-suff

suff-suff

"One, two! take time, sir!" said the Comedian softly. And with a sweet patience he reseated himself on the bank.

The Oxonian threw himself at length by the outcast's side; and with the noble tenderness of a nature as chivalrously Christian as Heaven ever gave to priest, he rested his folded hands upon Waife's shoulder, and looking him full and close in the face, said thus, slowly, deliberately,

not a stammer

"You do not guess what you have done for me; you have secured to me a home and a career-the wife of whom I must otherwise have despaired-the divine vocation on which all my earthly hopes were set, and which I was on the eve of renouncing -do not think these are obligations which can be lightly shaken off. If there are circumstances which forbid me to disabuse others of impressions which wrong you, imagine not that their false notions will affect my own gratitude-my own respect for you!"

"Nay, sir! they ought-they must. Perhaps not your exaggerated gratitude for a service which you should not, however, measure by its effects on yourself, but by the slightness of the trouble it gave to me; not perhaps your gratitude- but your respect, yes."

"I tell you no! Do you fancy that I cannot judge of a man's nature without calling on him to trust me with all the secrets-all the errors, if you will, of his past life? Will not the calling to which I may now hold myself destined give me power and commandment to absolve all those who truly repent and unfeignedly believe? Oh, Mr Waife! if in earlier days you have sinned, do you not repent? and how often, in many a lovely gentle sentence dropped unawares from your lips, have I had cause to know that you unfeignedly believe! Were I now clothed with sacred authority, could I not absolve you as a priest? Think you that, in the meanwhile, I dare judge you as a man? I-life's new recruit, guarded hitherto from temptation by careful parents and favouring fortuneI presume to judge, and judge harshly, the grey-haired veteran, wearied by the march, wounded in the battle!"

"You are a noble-hearted human being," said Waife, greatly affected. And-mark my words-ar -a mantle of charity so large you will live to wear as a robe of honour. But hear me, sir! Mr Hartopp also is a man infinitely charitable, benevolent, kindly, and, through all his simplicity, acutely shrewd. Mr Hartopp, on hearing what was said against me, deemed me unfit to retain my grandchild, resigned the trust I had confided to him, and would have given me alms, no doubt, had I asked them, but not his hand. Take your hands, sir, from my shoulder, lest the touch sully you."

George did take his hands from the vagrant's shoulder, but it was to grasp the hand that waived them off, and struggled to escape the pressure. "You are innocent, you are innocent! forgive me that I spoke to you of repentance, as if you had been guilty. I feel you are innocent— feel it by my own heart. You turn away. I defy you to say that you

are guilty of what has been laid to your charge, of what has darkened your good name, of what Mr Hartopp believed to your prejudice. Look me in the face and say, 'I am not innocent, I have not been belied.'"

Waife remained voiceless-motionless.

The young man, in whose nature lay yet unproved all those grand qualities of heart, without which, never was there a grand orator, a grand preacher-qualities which grasp the results of argument, and arrive at the end of elaborate reasoning by sudden impulse-here released Waife's hand, rose to his feet, and, facing Waife, as the old man sate with face averted, eyes downcast, breast heaving, said loftily

"Forget that I may soon be the Christian minister whose duty bows his ear to the lips of shame and guilt-whose hand, when it points to Heaven, no mortal touch can sully-whose sublimest post is by the sinner's side. Look on me, but as man and gentleman. See, I now extend this hand to you. If, as man and gentleman, you have done that which, could all hearts be read, all secrets known-human judgment reversed by Divine omniscience-forbids you to take this hand-then reject it-go hence we part! But, if no such act be on your conscience-however you submit to its imputation-THEN in the name of Truth, as man and gentleman to man and gentleman, I command you to take this right hand, and in the name of that Honour which bears no paltering, I forbid you to disobey."

The vagabond rose, like the dead at the spell of a magician--took, as if irresistibly, the hand held out to him. And the scholar, overjoyed, fell on his breast, embracing him as

a son.

"You know," said George, in trembling accents, "that the hand you have taken will never betraynever desert; but is it-is it really powerless to raise and to restore you to your place?"

Powerless amongst your kind for that indeed," answered Waife, in accents still more tremulous. All the kings of the earth are not strong enough to raise a name that has once

been trampled into the mire. Learn that it is not only impossible for me to clear myself, but that it is equally impossible for me to confide to mortal being a single plea in defence if I am innocent, in extenuation if I am guilty. And saying this, and entreating you to hold it more merciful to condemn than to question me-for question is torture-I cannot reject your pity; but it would be mockery to offer me respect!"

"What! not respect the fortitude which calumny cannot crush? Would that fortitude be possible if you were not calm in the knowledge that no false witnesses can mislead the Eternal Judge? Respect you! yes--because I have seen you happy in despite of men, and therefore I know that the cloud around you is not the frown of heaven.'

"Oh," cried Waife, the tears rolling down his cheeks, "and not an hour ago I was jesting at human friendship-venting graceless spleen on my fellow-men! And now-now -Ah! sir, Providence is so kind to me! And," said he, brushing away his tears, as the old arch smile began to play round the corner of his mouth,

and kind to me in the very quarter in which unkindness had most sorely smitten me. True, you directed towards me the woman who took from me my grandchild-who destroyed me in the esteem of good Mr Hartopp. Well, you see, I have my sweet Sophy back again we are in the home of all others most longed for; and that womanyes, I can, at least, thus far, confide to you my secrets, so that you may not blame yourself for sending her to Gatesboro'-that very woman knows of my shelter-furnished me with the very reference necessary to obtain it; has freed my grandchild from a loathsome bondage, which I could not have legally resisted; and should new persecutions chase us, will watch, and warn, and help us. And if you ask me how this change in her was effected-how, when we had abandoned all hope of green fields, and deemed that only in the crowd of a city we could escape those who pursued us when discovered there, though I fancied myself an adept in disguise, and the child and the dog were never seen out of the four garret walls in