|Chapter Number||BOOK III XIV|
|Chapter Title||MR. NORTH'S INDISPOSITION.|
|Newspaper Title||The Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864 - 1933)|
|Trove Title||His Natural Life|
Ills Natural Life*
By Marcus Clarke.
MR. NORTH'S INDISPOSITION.
"You will find thia a terrible place, Mr. Moekin," said North to his supplanter, as thoy walked across to tho Commandant's to dinner. " It has made me heart-sick."
"I thought it' was a little paradise," says Meekin. " Captain Frero says that tho Boonery is delightful."
" So it is," returned North, looking askance ; " but the prisoners aro uot delightful."
' "Poor abandoned wretches," says Meekin, "I suppose uot. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon that bank! Eh!"
"Abandoned, indeed, by God and mau?
"Mr. North, Providence never abandons tho most unworthy of his servants. Never havo I seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging their bread. In tho valley of tho shadow of death He is with us. His staff, you know, Mr, North. Really, tho Commandant's houso is charmingly situated I"
Mr. North sighed again. " You havo not been long in tho colony, Mr. Meekiu. I doubt? forgive mo for expressing myself bo freely?if you quite know our convict 3ystem."
"An admirable ono I A most admirablo one!" says Meekin. "Thero were a few matters I noticed iu Hobart Town that did not quite please me?the frequent use of profauo languago for instance?but, on tho wholo, I was delighted with the echeme. It is so complete."
North pursed up his lips. "Yes, it is very complete," he said ; "almost too complete. But I am always in a minority when I discuss tho question, bo wo will drop it, if you rdeaso."
"If you please," said Meakin, gravoly. Ho had heard from tho Bishop that Mr. North was an ill.conditioned sort of person, who smoked clay pipes, had boon detected in drinking beor out of a pewter pot, and had been hoard to state that white neckcloths were of no consequence.
The dinner wont off successfully. Burgess? desirous, perhaps, of favorably impressing the chaplain whom the Bishop delighted to honor? shut off his blasphemy for a while, and was urbane enough. "You'll find us rough, Mr. Meekiu," ho said, "but you'll find us 'all tboro' when we're wanted. This is a little kiugdom in
"Like Beranger'sJ" asked Meekin, with a smile. Captain Burgess had never heard of Beraiiger, but he smiled ns if ho had learnt his words by heart.
" Or like Sancho Panza's island," Baid North. " You remember how justice was administered
"Not at this moment, sir," said Burgess, with dignity. Ho had been often opprosscd by tho notion that tho Reverend Mr. North " chaffed" him. " Pray, help yourself to wine."
"Thank you, none," says North, filling a tumbler with water.. " 1 havo a headache."
His milliner of speech aud action was so awkward that a ailenco foll upon thc party, caused by each ono wondering why Mr. North should grow confused, and drum his fingers on tho table, and stare everywhere but nt tho decanter. Meekiu?ever softly at his caso?waB th» first to Bpcak. " Do you have many visitors, Captain Burgess ?"
" Very few. Sometimes a party comos over with a recommendation from tho Qovomor, and I show them over the placo ; but, aa a rule, we ,sce no ona but ourselves."
" I asked," says Meekin, " because somo friends of mino wore thinking of coming."
" And who may they bo ?"
"Do you know Captain Frero ?"
" Frero! 1 should say so!" ruturncd Burgess, -with ii laugh, modelled upon Maurieo Frero's own. " I was quartered with him at Sarah Island. So he's a friend of yours, ch '("
" I had tho pleasure of mooting him in socioty. Ho is just married, you know."
" Is he ?" Kays Burgess. " Tho devil ho is I I hoard something about it, too."
" Miss Vickers, a charming young person. They are going to Sydney, whoro Captain Frere has some interest, I boliove, and Frero thinks of taking Port Arthur, on his way down."
"A strange fancy for a honeymoon trip," said
"Captain Frere takes a deep iutercst in all relating to convict discipline," went on Meokin, unheeding tho interruption, "and is anxious that Mrs. Frere should boo this placo."
i" Yes, ono oughtn't to leave tho colony without seeing it," says Burgess, " it's worth seeing."
"So Captain Frere thinks. A romantic story, Captain Burgess. Ito saved her life, you know."
"Alli that was n queer thing, that mutiny," says Burgess. " We've got tho fellows hero, you
"I saw them tried nt Hobart Town," said Meekin. "hi fact, tho ringleader, John Rex, gave mo his confession, and I sent it to the Bishop."
" A great rascal," put in North. " A dangcrouB, scheming, cold-blooded villain."
" Well now!" says Meekin, with asperity ; "I don't agreo with you. Everybody seems to bo agniust that poor fellow?Captain Frere tried to make me think his letters contained a hidden
meaning, but I don't beliovo thoy did. Ho seems to mo to bo truly penitent for his offences? a misguided but not a hypocritical man ; if my knowledgo of human nature goes for anything."
" I hope he is," said North. " I wouldu't
" Oh! there's no fear of him," says Burgess, cheerily; "if he grows uproarious we'll soon give him a touch of tho cat."
" I suppose severity is necessary," returned Meekin ; " though to my ears a flogging Hounds a little distasteful. It is a brutal punishment."
" It's a punishment for brutes," said BurgeHS, and laughed ; pleased with ono of tho nearest approaches to an epigram ho over made in his
Here attention was called by tho Btrango behavior of Mr. North. He had risen, nnd, without apology, flung wido the window as though he gasped for air. " Hullo, North!
what's the matter?"
" Nothing," Baid North, recovering himself with an effort. " A spasm. I have these attacks
" Have some brandy," says Burgess.
"No, no, it will poss. Ao, I say. Well, if you insist." And seizing the tumbler offered to him, ho half-filled it with raw Hpirit, and swallowed tho fiery draught at a gulp.
Tho Reverend Meekin eyed his clerical brother with horror. The Reverend Meekin was not accustomed to clergymen who wore black neck- ties, smoked clay pipca, chowed tobacco, and drank neat brandy out of tumblers."
" Ha!" says North, looking wildly round upon them. " That's better."
" Let us go on to the verandah," Bays Burgess.
" It's cooler than iii tho house."
So they went on tho verandah, and looked down upon the lights of tho prison, and listened to the sea lapping tho shore. Tho Reverend Mr. North, in this cool atmosphere, seemed to recover himself, and conversation progressed with some sprightliness. By and by, a short figure, smoking a cheroot, came up out of tho dark, and proved to be Dr. Mucklowain, who was prevented from attending tho dinner by reason of an accident to a constable at Norfolk Bay, which had claimed his professional attention.
" Well, how's Forrest?" cried Burgess. "Mr. Meekiu?Dr. Macklewain."
"Dead," says Macklewain. "Delighted to see you, Mr. Meekin."
"Confound it?another of my best men," grumbled Burgess. " Macklewain, have a glass of wine." But Macklewain was tired, and wanted to get home.
"I must also bo thinking of repose," says Meekin ; the journey?though most enjoyable? hos fatigued ino."
"Como on, then," said North. " Our roads he together, doctor."
" You won't have a nip of brandy before you start ?" asked Burgess. " No ? Then I shall send round for you in the morning, Mr. Meekin. Good night. Macklewain, I want to speak with you a moment."
Before tho two clergymen had got half-way down the steep path that led from the Com- mandant's houso to the flat on which tho cottages of tho doctor and cliaplain were built, Macklewain rejoined them. " Another flogging to-morrow," Baid he, grumblingly. "Up at daylight, I suppose, again.".
" Whom is he going to flog now ?"
* Tho copvrigut of " His Natural Life" lins been pur- chased by tho proprietors of The cjueaulamltr from Hr.
" That young butler-fellow of his."
"What, Kirkland*" cries North. "You don't mean to say ho's going to flog Kirkland ?"
"Insubordination," says Macklewain. " Fifty
" Oh, this must be stopped," eries North, in great alarm. "He can't stand it I tell you he'll die, Macklewain."
"Perhaps you'll have tho goodness to allow mo to be tho be3t judge of that," returned Macklewain, drawing up his little body to its least insignificant stature.
"My dear 8ir," replied North, alive to the importance of conciliating the Burgeou, "you haven't seen him lately, lie tried to drown himself this morning."
Mr. Mookin expressed some alarm ; but Dr. Macklewain reassured him. " That sort of nonsense must bo stopped," said ho. "Anice example that to sot. I wonder Burgcas didn't givo him a hundred."
" He was put into thu long dormitory," said North ; " you know what sort of a placo that is. I declnro to heaven his agony and shame
" Well, he'll be put into tho hospital for a week or so to-morrow," says Macklewain, " and that'll givo him ii spell."
"If Burgess flogs him I'll report it to the Governor," cries North, in great heat. " Tho
condition of those dormitories is infamous."
" If the boy has anything to complain of, why don't he complain? We cau't do anythiug
" Complain! Would his lifo bo safe if ho did! Besides, he's not the sort of creaturo to conipltiiu. He'd rather kill himself than say anything
about tho matter."
"That's all nonsense," said Macklewain. "Wo can't Hog a wholo dormitory on suspicion. / can't help it. Tho boy's made his bed aud ho
must lie on it."
" I'll go back aud eeo Burgess," Bays North. " Mr. Meekin, here's the gate, aud your room ia on tho right hand. I'll bo back shortly."
" Pray don't hurry," said Meekin politely. "You aro on an errand of morey, you know-. Everything must givo way to that. 1 shall find my portmanteau in my room, you said."
" Yes, yes. Call thc servant if you want any- thing. He sleeps nt tho back," and North
"An impulsive gentleman," said Meekin to Macklewain, as the sound of Mr. North's foot steps died away in tho distance. Macklewain shook his head seriously.
" There is something wrong about him, but I can't make out what it is. Ho has the strangest fits at times. Unless it's cancer in the stomach,
I don't know what it can be."
"Cancer in the stomach! Dear me, how dreadful!" says Meekin. " Ah! Doctor, we all have our crosses, have we not ? How delightful the grass smells! This seems a very pleasant place, and I think I shall enjoy myself very much. Good-night."
" Good-night, sir. I hope you will be com-
"And let us hope poor Mr. North will succeed in his labor of love," said Meekin, shutting the little gate, "and save the unfortunate Kirkford. Good-night once more."
Captain Burgess was shutting his verandah window when North hurried up. " Captain Burgess, Macklewain tells me you are going to flog young Kirkland."
" Well, sir, what of that?" says Burgess.
" I have come to beg you not to do so, sir. The lad has been cruelly punished already. He attempted suicide to-day - unhappy creature."
"Well, that's just what I'm flogging him for. I'll teach my prisoners to attempt suicide"
" But he can't stand it, sir. Ho's too weak." "That's Micklewain's business."
"Captain Burgess," protested North, "I assure you that he does not deserve punishment. 1 have seen him, and his condition of mind is pitiable."
" Look here, Mr. North, I don't interfere with what you do to the prisoners' souls, don't you
interfere with what I do to their bodies."
" Captain Burgess, you havo no right to mock at my office."
" Then don't you interfere with me, sir."
"Do you persist in having this boy flogged ?" " I've given my orders, sir."
"Then, Captain Burgess," cries North, bis pale face flushing, " I tell you the boy's blood will be on your head. I am a Minister of God, sir, and I forbid you to commit this crime."
"D--- your impertinence, Sir," burst out Burgess. " You're a dismissed officer of the Government, sir. You've no authority hero in any way; and, by God, sir, if you interfere with my discipline, sir, I'll have you put in irons until you're shipped out of the island."
This, of course, was mere bravado on tho part of the Commandant. North know well that hoe would never dare to attempt any such act of violence, but the insult stung him like the cut of a whip. Ho made a stride towards the Commandant, as though to sieze him by tho throat, but, checking himself in limo, Hlood Btill, with clenched bauds, flashing eyes, and
beard that bristled.
Tho two men looked at each other, and presently Burgess' eyes fell beforo those of thu chaplain.
"Miserable blasphemer," said North, "I toll you that you shall not flog tho hoy."
Burgess, whito with rage, rang tho bull that
summoned his convict servant.
" Show Mr. North out," he said, " and go down to tho barracks and tell Trokc that Kirk laud is to havo a. hundred lashes to-morrow. I'll show you who's Muster here, my good sir."
"i'll report this to tho Government," said North, aghast. " This is murderous."
" Tho Government may go to-, aud you too!" roared Burgess. " Get out!"
And God's vicegerent at Port Arthur slammed tho door.
North returned homo in great agitation. "They shall not Hog that buy," bu said. "I'll Bhiuld him with my own body if neeesHiiry. I'll report this to tho Government. I'll see Sir John Franklin myself. I'll have thc light of day lot into this den of horrors." He renchod his cottage, and lighted tho lamp iii tho little sitting-room, AU was silent, save that from tho adjoining chambor carno tho Hound of Meekin'a gentlemanly snore. North took down a book from tho shelf and tried to road, but tho letters ran together. " I wish I hadnt't taken that brandy," he said. " Fool that I am."
Thou ho began to walk up and down, to fling himself on tho sofa, to read, to pray. " Oh God, give mo Btiength ! Aid mo I Help me ! I struggle, but 1 am weak! Oh Lord, look down upon me!"
To seo him rolling on tho sofa in agony, to wea his white face, his parched lips, and his con- tracted brow, to hear his moans and muttered prayers, ono would havo thought him suffering from tho pings of some terrible disease. Ho opened Ibo book again, and forced himself to road, but his eyes wandered to the cupboard. It seemed that there lurked something that fascinated him. He got up at length, vent into the kitchen, and found a packet of red popper. Ho mixed a teaspoonful of this in a pannikin of water and drank it. It seemed to relievo him for a whilo.
" I must keep my wits for to-morrow. Tho life of that lad depends upon it. Meokin hero, too, will suspect. I will lie down."
Ho went into his bedroom and Hung himself on' the bed, but only to toss from side to side. In vain ho repeated texts of Scripture and scraps of verso ; in vain counted imaginary sheep, or listened to imaginary clock-tickings. Sleep would not como to him. It was as though ho had reached tho. crisis of Bomo disease which had been for days gathering force. "I must have a teaspoonful," he said, " just to allay the craving." ?
Twice he paused on his way to the sitting room, and twice did ho seem driven on by a power stronger than his will. Ho reached it at length, and opening the cupboard, pulled out what ho sought. A bottlo of brandy.
With this in his hand, all thoughts of mode- ration vanished. Ho raised it to his lips and eagerly drank. Then, ashamed of what ho had done, ho thrust tho bottle back, and made for his room. Still he could uot sleep. Tho taste of the liquor maddened him for more. Ho saw in tho darkness the brandy bottle,?vulgar and terrible apparition! Ho saw its amber fluid sparklo. Ho heard it gurgle as ho poured it out. Ho smelt the nutty aroma of the spirit. Ho pictured it standing in tho corner of the cupboard, and imagined himself seizing it and quenching the fire that burned within him. He wept, ho prayed, he fought with bia desire as with a madness. He told himself that another's
life depended on his exertions, that to give way
to his fatal passion was unworthy of an educated N mau and a reasoning being, that it was degrading, p disgusting, and bestial. That, at all times debasing, at this particular time it was infamous; that ii vice, unworthy of any mau, was doubly
sinful in a man of education and n minister of God. In vain. In the midst of his arguments
ho found himself at tho cupboard, with tho tl bottle at his lips, in an attitude that was at fi onco ludicrous and horrible. h.
He had 110 cancer. His diseaso was a more terrible one. The Reverend Janies North? gentleman, Boholar, and Christian priest?was whit the world calls "a coufirmed drunkard."
ONE HU.NDREO LASIIES.
TnE morning sun, bright and fierce, looked down upon a curious sight. In a stono yard was a little group of persons,?Troke, Burgess, Macklewain, Kirkland, and Rufus Dawes.
Three wooden staves, seven feet high, were fastened together iu the form n triangle. Tho structure looked not unlike that made by gipsies
to buil their kettles. To this structure Kirkland H waa bound. HU feet wero fastened with thongs to tho baso of tho triangle, his wrists, bound above his head, at tho apex. 1 li's body was then extended to its fullest extent, and his whito back shono in tho sunlight. During his tying up he had said nothing?only when Troke roughly pulled off his shirt ho shivered.
"Now, prisoner," said Troko to Dawes, "do your duty."
Rufus Dawes looked from the throe Btom faces to Kirkland's whito back, and his faco grew purple. In all his experience ho had never been askod to Hog before. He had boon Hogged often enough.
"You don't want mo to Hog him, sir?" he
Baid to tho Commandant.
" Pick up the cat, sir," says Burgess, astonished; "what ia the meaning of this?" Rufus Dawes picked up the heavy cat, and drew its knotted lashes between his fingers.
" Go on, Dawes," whispered Kirkland, without turning his head. "You aro no moro than
" What does ho say?" asked Burgess.
"Tolling him to cut light, sir," Bays Troko, eagerly lying ; " they all do it."
"Cut light, ch! We'll boo about that. Get on, my man, and look sharp, or I'll tio you up and give you fifty for yourself, as sure as God made little apples'"
" Go on, Dawes," whispered Kirkland nguiu.
"I don't mind."
Rufus Dawes lifted thc cat, swung it round his head, .ind brought it's knotted cords down upon tho whito back.
" Wonn !" cries Troko.
Tho white hack was instantly striped with six crimson bara. Kirkland stilled a cry. It seemed
to him that hu hud been cut in half.
"Now then, you scoundrel," roared critical BurgosB ; " separate your cuts! What do you muan by Hugging a man that fashion ?"
Rufus Dawes drew his crooked fingoi-s through tho entangled cords, mid struck again. This time tho blow was moro effective, and the blood
beaded on tho skin.
The boy did not cry ; but Macklewain Baw his
hands clutch tho staves tightly, and tho muscles 1 of his nakud innis quiver.
" That's better," said Burgess.
Tho third blow suunded ns though it had boon struck upon a piece of raw beef, and tho crimson turned purple.
"My God!" said Kirkland, faintly, and bit his lips.
Tho flogging proceodod in Bilonce for ten Btrokes, nnd then Kirkland gave a Bcrocch like a
"Oh I ... Captain Burgess I . .. Dawes! . . . Mr, Troke! . . . Oil, my God I . . . Oh! Oh! . . . Morey I . . . Oh, Doctor! . . . Mr. North !. . . Oh!
"Ten," cried Troko, impassibly counting to tho ond of tho first twonty.
Tho lad's back, swollen into a hump, now presented tho appearance of n ripo poach wliiuli a wilful child has scored with a pin. Dawes, turning away from his bloody handiwork, drew tho cats through his lingera twice. Tiley were beginning to get clogged a little. " Go on," said Burgess, with a nod ; and Troke cried "Wonn!" again.
Roused by thu morning sun streaming in upon him, Mr. North opuncd his bloodshot eyes, rubbed his forehead with bunds that trembled, and suddenly awakening lo n consciousness uf his promised errand, rolled oil' the bcd and rose to his feet. Ho saw the empty brandy-bottlo on his wooden dressing-table, and remembered what hud passed. With slinking hands he dashed water over his aching head, and proceeded to smooth his garments. Thu debauch of tho previous night had left its usual effects behind it. His brain seemed on fire, his hands wero hot and dry, liiH tongan clove to tho roof of his mouth. Ho shuddered aH ho viewed bis palo faco mid red eyes in tho little looking-glass, and hastily tried tho door. Hu had retained suf- ficient senso in his madness to lock it, mid his condition had been unobserved. Stealing into tho Hitting-rooin, ho saw thal tho clock pointed to half-past six. Tho Hogging was to have taken placo at half-past live. Unless Homo accident had favored bim lie was too Into. Fevered with romor3o anil anxiety, ho hurried past thu room where Meekiu yet slumbered, and lnadn his way to thu prison. As he entered thu yard, Troke called out "Ten!" Kirkland had just got his
" Stop I" cried North. " Captain Burgess, I call upon you to slop."
" You're rather late, Mr. North," retorted Burgess. "The punishment is nearly over."
" Wonn!" cries remorseless Troko again ; and North stood by, biting his nails and grinding his teeth, during hix moro lashc*.
Kirkland had ceased to yoll now, and merely moaned. IUb back wau like a bloody sponge, while, ill tho interval between tho lashes, tho swollen flesh twitched like that of a now-killed bullock. Suddenly, experienced Macklewain saw bis hoad droop on his shonldor. " Throw lum off! Throw him off I" ho cried, aud Troko hurried to loosen the thongs.
" Fling Homo water over him," says Burgees, "bo's shamming."
A bucket of water mado Kirkland open his eyes. "I thought so, says Burgess. "Tie him up again."
" No. Not if you nro Christians!" cries North. He mot with an ally where ho least expected one. Rufus Dawes Hung down tho dripping eat. " I'll flog no moro," Haid he.
" What '<" roared Burgess, furious at this gross
"I'll flog no more. Get some ono oise to do your bloody work for you. I won't."
"Tio him up!" cries Burgess, foaming. "Tio him up. Here, constable, fetch a man here with a fresh cat. I'll givo you that beggar's fifty, and fifty moro on tho top of 'em ; aud ho shall look on whilo his buck cooIb." Rufus Dawes, witli a glance ut North, pulled off his shirt without a word, and stretched himself at thu triangles. His back was not whito and smooth, like Kirkland's had been, but hard aud seamed. Ho had been flogged before. Troko appeared with Gabbett?grinning. Gnbbett liked Hogging. It was his boast that ho could flog a man to death on a place no bigger than the palm of his hand. Ho could uso his left hand equally with his right, and if ho got hold of a "favorite,"
would " cross tho cuts."
Rufus Dawes planted his feet firmly on the ground, took fierce grasp of tho staves, and drew
in his breath.
Macklewain spread tho garments of tho two men upon tho ground, aud, placing Kirkland upon them, turned to watch this new phase in tho morning's amusement, Ho grumbled a little below his breath, for ho wanted his breakfast, and when tho Commandant onco began to flog, thero was no tolling whero he would stop. Rufus Dawes took five-and-twenty lashes without a murmur, and then Gabbett " crossed tho cuts." This went on up to fifty lashes, nnd North felt himself stricken with admiration at the courage 1 of the man. " If it had not been for that cursed 1 brandy," thought ho, with tho bitterness of self
reproach, " I might have saved all this." At tho hundredth lash, the giant paused, expecting the order to throw off, but Burgess was determined 1 to "break the man'B spirit."
1 " I'll make you speak, you dog, if I cut your
heart out," ho cried. " Go on, prisouor."
For twenty lashes more Dawos was mute, and then the agouy forced from his laboring breast a hideous cry. But it was not a cry for mercy, as that of Kirkland's had been. Having found his tongue, tho wretched man gave vent to his boiling pission iu a torrent of curses. He shrieked imprecations upon Burgees, Troke, and
North. Ho cursed all soldiers for tyrants, aU parsons for hypocrites. He blasphemed his God and his Saviour. With a frightful outpouring of obscenity and blasphemy, he called on th* earth to gape and Bwallow bis persecutors, for heaven to open and raia fire upon them, for hell to yawn nnd engulph them quick. It was a« though each blow of the cat forced out of him a fresh burst of beast-like rage. He seemed to havo abandoned his humanity. He foamed, he raved, ,§ tugged at bis bonds until tho strong staves shook again, ho writhed himself round upon tho triangles and spit impotently at Burgess, who jeered at his torments. North, with his bauds to his ears, crouched against th* corner of the wall, palsied with horror. It seemed to him that tho passions of hell raged around him. He would fain have fled, but a
horrible fascination held him back.
In tho midst of this?when the cat wu hissing its loudest, Burgess laughing his hardest, and tho wretch on tho triangles niling the air
with his cries?North saw Kirkland: look at him with what seemed a smile. Was it a smile ? Ho leapt forward, and uttered a cry of dismay
so loud that all turned.
" Hullo!" says Troke running to the heap of clothes, " the young mi's slipped his wind!"
Kirkland was dead.
" Throw him oft'!" says Burgess, aghast at the unfortunate accident; and Gabbett reluctantly untied the thongs that bound Rufus Dawes. Two constables were alongside or him in an instant, for sometimes newly-tortured men grew desperate. This ono, howover, was silent with tho last lash, only in taking his shirt from under
tho body of tho boy, ho muttered, " Dead I" ' aud his tone Boomed to be not without a touch of envy. Thou flinging his shirt over his bleeding shoulders, ho walked out?defiant to
"Game, ain't ho?" said ono constable to the other, as thoy pushed him, uot ungectly, into nu empty cell ; thora to wait for tho hospital guard. Tho body of Kirkland was taken away in silence, and BurgosH turned rathor palo when he saw North's threatening faco. " It isn't my fault, Mr. North," he said. " I didn't know the lad was chicken-hearted." But North turned away in disgust, and Macklowaiu and Burgess pursued their homeward routo together.
"Strange that he should drop liku that," said
"Yos, unless ho had any internal disease," said tho surgeon.
"Disease of tho heart, for instance," said Burges.
" I'll post mortem him and seo."
" Como in and havo a nip, Macklewain. I feel quito qualmish," said Burgess. And tho two went into tho house amid respectful salutes flinn cither side. Mr. North, in agony of mind at what he considered tho consequences of his neglect, slowly, and with head bowed down, as one bent on a painful errand, went to see tho prisoner who had survived. Ho found him kneeling on tho ground, prostrated.
" Rufus Dawes."
At tho low tone, Rufus Dawes looked up, and, Hcoing who it was, waved him off. " Don't speak to mc," ho said, with an imprecation that Hindu North's flesh creep. " I've told you what I think of you?a hypocrite, who ntands by whilu a ullin is cut to pieces, and then comeH and whines religion to him."
North Btond in tho centre of tho cell, with his anns hanging down, and his head bent. " You uro right," hu said, in a low tone. "I must Room to you a hypocrite. / a servant of Christ ? A besotted beast rather! I am not como to whine religion to you. I nm como to?tu ask your pardon. I might have saved you from punishment?saved that poor boy from death. I wanted to save him, God knows. But I havo a vice. 1 am a drunkard, I yielded to my temptation, and?I was too late. I come to you, as one sinful mau to another, to ask you to forgive nie." And North suddenly flung himself down beside the convict, and caught his blood-bospottcd hands in his own, crying, "Forgive me, brother I"
Rufus Dawes, too astonished to speak, bent his black eyes upon tho mau who crouched at his feet, and a ray of divine pity penetrated bia gloomy soul. Ho seemed to catch a glimpse of a misery mora profound thiin his own, and his stubborn heart felt a human sympathy with this erring brother. " Then ill this hell thero iu yet a man," said ho; and a hand.grasp passed between thusu two unhappy beings. North arose, and, with averted faco, passed quickly from tho cell. Rufus Dawes looked bewilderedly at tho hand which hu strange visitor had taken, and something glittered thoro. It was a tear. Ho broke down at tho sight of it, and when tho guard cunio lo fetch tho tameless convict, they found him on his kuecs in « corner, sobbing like
Ito uk continued.]
The Freemasons of Iowa aro greatly exercised over a recent decision of tho Grund Master, that dancing in tho lodge-room must bo stopped.
Round the World.?Said a pompous fellow, brow-beating Iiik auditors : " I havo travelled round tho world." Replied a wit of tho Addi Honiiin school : "So has this cane I hold iu my hand, but it is only a stick for all that."
" I havi; said you aro honest, John," said a gentleman, dismissing an Irish servant," with a good conscience ; but I havo stretched a point iu saying you aro sober." " Sure, your honor, could you not stretch another point then aud say 1 nm frequently Huber."
In Paris at thu present day tho most impor- tant and paying literary work ia done in behalf of tho theatres and also in theatrical criticism. That'B what makes tho Parisians so eminently a theatrical race. Nobody ever gets weary of thcalrcH and of actors and actresses in that capital.
The Hioiiest Bridge.?Kentucky, a State which possesses tho greatest cave in tho world, as well as some other things of unusual magni- tude, is to have, it is claimed, tho highest bridge in thu world. It i» to bo constructed of iron, by tho Baltimore Bridgo Company, for the Cin- cinnati Southern Railwny, to span tho Kentucky River at a point whero tho grade line is 270 feet
6 inches above tho water.
A Proverb Extended.?"Sambo, my massa alwayH trabbel; yours obber stay at home." " Dat very true, Jim ; but you know what the proverb Hay, ' Rollin Btone gadder no moss.' " " No, Sambo, but it gadder polish; and dat 'oro'H a qualification your massa stan' berry much in need ob."
At tho recent goat show, tho firnt over held ia Loudon, ono hundred animals wero exhibited, including ono which gives five quarts of milk a day. Tho flesh nf tho goat ia extremely palatable, and that of tho kid strongly resembles lamb, but tho dufect that has been found hitherto has been thc leanness of tho animal. A kid kiUed and cooked will havo very little meat on its bones, but by breeding goats carefully all tho
characteristics of animals that fatten cnn be
obtained, and this is ono among tho objects that tho promoters of tho show havo in view.
An Irregular Profile.?In au article in the Contemporary llevicw, Mr. Julian Hawthorne, writing of duels between German students, says : ?Onco bo was present at a notable duel between two ronownod fencers ; and for a long time the advantage waa on neither aide. No cut had been giveu ; it was feared that their skill would prove too perfect?that there would bo no blood. Just then, however, Fritz appeared suddenly to grow an inch taller : his wrist extended itself admirably?ah I Karl was hit. So truo and swift waa tho blow that Karl himBclf knew not at first that he waa overcome ; only when he went to speak, and the blood poured into his mouth, did ho become aware of it. A spongo was brought ; tho blood wiped away ; when lo ! Curl had no end to his nose. Du liber Gott! Where is then tho nose which Karl had lost ? AH search for it?it is still in vain?the noBe? tho nose had disappeared ? Then cries out all of a suddon Fritz?" The dog ! the dog ! Potz tausend Donnerwetter I look once at tho dog." One sees the dog make like a cough, with something in his mouth. Ono runs to him, catch him, pound him on the back, lift him by the tail and shake. Ach ! lo, at lost the nose, tho poor nose, the end of tho nose which Karl has lost. Then Karl takes that end and sticks it to his face?to the root, you see." " Yes," we exclaim breathlessly, seeing the narrator pause ; " well did it grow on again ?" " But surely yes. For seven days it is held continually on ; then is tho bandage removed, aud the nose is whole ouco more. But alas! au unlooked-for misfall has oecuied." " How so ?" " In the haste of replacing that lost end, the poor Karl has it upside down ap- plied ! It is now too late to alter?so glow* it to thia day. Karl was before a haudeomo man ! ho has still the Grist?the vivacity; but tha profile?one finds it irregular."