George Melville
page: 0Illustration (TitlePage) [View Page 0Illustration (TitlePage) ]GEORG'E -'MELVILLE 4 t AN AMERICAN NOVEL. "The true and only friend is he, Who, like the arbor vite tree, Will bear our image on his heart." NEW YORK:" W. R C. CLARK & CO., Appleton's Building, 346 &348 Broadway. MDCCCLVIII, page: 0 (Table of Contents) [View Page 0 (Table of Contents) ] C ON TENT S. I. George Melville and Thomas F. Griswold determine that "Old Sassy" had better look out. . t3 Entered according to Act of Congress, 'n ,he year 1858, by W. R. C. CLARK & CO., In the Clerk's Office of the United States District Court, for the Southern District of New York. II. Horses versus Thorn-Apple Tree Limbs, III. "Wait for the Wagon," IV. The Boyhood Days of George Melville, . 27t V. The Excursion Party for Niagara--Astor House-James Mordaunt-- ThePlot, . . . . . . . . . . 80 VI. Aurora--Cayuga Lake-The Pie-nic. . a 0 * ~e 40 VII. Clara Edgemonte's Mistake. . ," , , ." 51 W. H. TcisoN, Stereotyper ani Printer, Ur aof 4s &5 Centre St., N.Y. VIII. Melville's and Griswold's Tour-A true Hand and firm Seat always come in Play. . 5 3- ] o 2x . S . 14 . 22 page: iv (Table of Contents) -v (Table of Contents) [View Page iv (Table of Contents) -v (Table of Contents) ] CONTENTS. V CONTE NTS. IX. Sunset at Niagara-James Mordaunt's Declaration, . . . 62 X. The Morning Walk-An Old Friend in Duplicate, . . . 68 Hon. B. F. Mortimer-H. B. Edgemonte, Esq.-James Mordaunt, Esq.-Frederick Mortimer-Thomas F. Griswold-George Melville -Mrs. Mortimer-Mrs. Edgemonte-Bell Mortimer-Clara Edge- monte-The Breakfast-Party, . . . . . . 72 XII. Bob Shank-The Fire-The Cave, . . . . . .e 77 XIII. ,Bell hates the Rain, but finally has no Objection to it-Miss Black- wood's Party, . . . . . . . - 81 XIV. Various Things material both to the Story and the Reader-The Cat- fish Railroad Scheme, . . . . . . . 89 XV. Ahead-Back again, .". . 07 XVI. Who is Uncle Sam-Syracuse--Camillus-Junction-Auburn-A New York Lawyer obtains a Case (a hard one), . . . . 100 XVII.- The Dinner Party at Aurora-The Telegram-Mrs. Tryon's Glance, . . . . . . . . . 112 XVIII. Broadway; New York-James Mordaunt, Esq., at his Office in Wall street-Is he a Married Man? . . . . . . 116' XIX. Rev. John Furnace-The Funeral-The Lawsuit-The Catfish Rail- road Stock at a Premium, . . . . . . 122 XX. Arrival of the Liverpool Steamer-New York Firemen-Griswold's Heroism-The Catfish Railroad Stock falling-Trouble, . 128 XX'. Short but Interesting, * *. * 184 XXII. A Sail on Cayuga Lake before Breakfast-Thermometer thirty Degrees below Zero-Two Miles a Minute under a fair Wind-Bell Mortimer takes an Observation-The Surprise not a Surprise-The Race Home-The Ice-boat too much for the Horses-The Runaway-The Rescue-Love told without Words-Death e1 heated of his Prey, 136 XXIII. Plans for the Future, . . . . - . 154 XXIV. Commencement Day at Hamilton College-William Hastings-How a Clerk in New York City fnay obtain a Partnership, . . 159 XXV- A Friend in Need, . 166 XXVI. New York City Corporation tbounsel-All Marriage Notices not agreeable, - - . . . - . 175 XXVII. 4 Sarah E. Graham's call at Mordaunt's Law Office-A cool Scene- Jes J Mordaunt In trouble,. . . .. 179 George Melville under a Cloud, . . . .0 18 1r page: vi (Table of Contents) -vii (Table of Contents) [View Page vi (Table of Contents) -vii (Table of Contents) ] Vi CONTENTS. XXIX, The Metropolis of America never sleeps-Scene in Twenty-third street late at Night,. . . . 195 xxx. An Arrest--A Promise made, and a Promise given,:. CONTENT-S. vii XXXIX. Fort-Hill Cemetery-" Who is there to Mourn for Logan ?"-How to carry on a Correspondence with a Convict-Distant View of the Au- burn State Prison-=Bell Mortimer in her Sanctum, . 265 XL. A Change in the progress of Events foreshadowed-Exercise of Wits -The Statesman proves too much for the-Lawyer, . .'275 XLI. An Alumnus of Hamilton College, nolens volens, becomes a Skillful Mechanic, ... .-. . . . . . .286 . . 203 XXXI. A Station on the N. Y. Central Railroad-Car Manufactory-Recep- tion of a Convict at the Auburn State Prison-.The Model Prison of the United States, . . . . . . . . 212 XXXII. More about the Prison, . . . . . . XLII . 230 A Ray of Hope, . . . . . 0 . 290 XXXIIL James Mordaunt, Esq., triumphs, . . ., . . . 234 XXXIV. Mr. M---l, Chief of the New York Police, puts his Private Seal upon a Coffin in Greenwood Cemetery, . . . . . . 238 XXXV. A Council of War, .s . . 247 XXXVL A Smash-up in Broadway, N. Y.-The New York York Press-Sarah E. Graham a Lunatic, XLIII. Woman's Rights-The State Lunatic Asylum at Utica, Oneida County, N.Y., . . . . . . . . - 800 XLIV. The Arrest-Interview with the Governor of the Empire State, 315 XLV. A Mountain in Massachusetts-The Home of an ex-President of the United States, . . . . . . . . . 323 XLVI. Another Telegram-Early rising sometimes proves very agree- able, . . . . - - - - . - . 329 XLVII. Bell Mortimer makes the Acquaintance of Sarah E. Graham, 338 XLVIIL The Homestead of, an American Mechanic-A Proposition . 343 Hospital-The New . 250 XXXVIL. Bell and Charger, - .2571 XXXVIII. An Ante-Breakfast Ride-The Homestead of an American States- ma, . . . 262 page: viii (Table of Contents) -9[View Page viii (Table of Contents) -9] ... ~CONT1E-NTs. ViiiC2{ElT5 XLIX. Trial of the Action " Wilcox against Mordaunt"-Thomas F. Griswold, Squire, addresses the Jury-The Utica Asylum again-One of th Biters bitten,". - - - - - L. Death of Newew York City Policeman-A Trial, Sentence, and Exe- cution-Ought Governors to hold the Pardoning Power? . 3855 LI. ''' -363 The Island Martha's Vineyard, . - - - LII. Sunday-school in Prison-The Chaplain and his Convict Congregation -A Convict who had well earned his position reflects-Two Deaths,6. . . - - - - . ' ' ' 9 LIII. A Wedding -Weddintg Tour--ConclUsion, - - 39 GEORGE MELVILLE. George Melville and Thomas F. Griswold determine that "Old Sassy" had better look out. "CoME in !" said George Melville, in reply to'a triple knocking upon his study' room doorV at the same instant rising to'greet his visitor. " Ah, Tam !" continued Melville, "is that really you at last? I had settled it for a finality that you were growing sickly." "I kave grown 8iclo of lying to that impudent candy peddler. He has dunned me three times to day; and you know our necessary expenses do not admit of any liquidation at present. The ball at Bridgewater severely punished an X and V; the two rides to Utica whipped $11 75; the Christy iMinstrels and. two suppers at Baggs's made away.with $10 and then the general effort to satisfy the inner i at Austin's. However, the score for that is charged. in account. Austin is the only sensible man in this community. There is but one course left. George, you must help me pay off 'Old Sassy.' The bar .. _ , "_x " , .l1 * 0 t_ t3 ' 'vF page: 10-11[View Page 10-11] GEORGE MELVILLE. 11 idea that that candy peddler should have detained me this evening makes my nerves quiver." "Just in time ! Just in time !" said George, seat- ing himself and assuming a very thoughtful expres- sion of countenance, "What's up, George ?" said Tam. "Got a remittance from my governor this A.M., at ten o'clock and fifteen minutes," replied George. " No ! How was that? I thought .your trials and tribulations with the august Faculty had proved an, effectual wind-up of all further donations," said Tom. Nota bit ! not a bit ! The note about the three warnings, it would appear, did not arrive," gravely answered George. "Ah ! I see ! I perceive! I apprehend !" said Tam; "the letter was stopped in transit 7" "Just so," replied George. "Capital ! capital !" said Tam. "One more tri- unph of mind over matter: But, I don't fancy let- ting ' Old Sassy' have his w y without instilling into his mind a due sense of y importance. He sells sarsaparilla candy;. and, for ,that reason, has been duly honored with the proud title of ' Sassy.' Now, in my case, he imagines that sassy in name and sassy in game are to be coexistent facts. Come, George, ever since I left the active scenes of old Gotham for this collegiate habitation, you have been my only solace in affliction. What do you propose ?" "Can't propose! can't propose! -There are four points in the case which require profound reflection," replied George, assuming a solemnly benevolent, pa- tronizing air. "Of;course ! Of course !" said Tam. You mean, flrt, the proprieties ?" " Yes," said George. "Second, the necessities ?" "Yes," said George. " Third, the difficulties ?" "Yes," said George, without changing the expres- sion of his countenance. "Fourth, and lastly, the prudential calculations ?" To this George answered by a profound inclination- of the head and shoulders. "Very well, George !" continued Tam; "I'm dry as an Arab on the great Sahara. Let us hunt up an oasis where they sell snifters." "All right !" replied George. So, putting on a thick overcoat, for the air was chilling, the two 'friends started for Clinton Village. Clinton Village, in the county of Oneida; and State of New York, is classic ground. The states- man, lawyer, physician, divine, author, mechanic, agriculturist, each and all, look back to her with pride and affection. That time will never come when the attachments of youth for person and place fail to become the pride of manhood. When nature has almost exhausted her skill in modelling and framing the scene ; and, when man has used his best endeavor to improve upon nature, the reasons are clearly apparent why Clinton and its surroundin scenery is truly beautiful. Is it very wonderful, that, to the student, so much beauty of nature an art should become classic ground? * * * ., * "Yes, Tam," said George Melville, as he lightly tipped his glass to his friend, while seated in a private room .of the Clinton .Hotel, "I've thought of all that." 10 GEORGE MELVILLE. page: 12-13[View Page 12-13] 12 G-EaoGE MELVILLE. "The prudential calculations "-interrupted Tam. "Come out exactly right-every figure is correct," said George. "How with the 'proprieties,' George ?" "Sublime ! In the first place, 'Old Sassy' will have duty to perform," answered George. "That will be proper," gravely remarked Tam. "This duty will be accompanied with considerable labor," continued George.- "Proper again !" echoed Tam. "Good for his physical health." "He will have excitement," continued George. "Necessary ! absolutely necessary ! It will straighten up his stooping frame. Excitement, Mr. Melville, I consider to be eminently proper- eminently! Landlord, replenish the glasses. Less lemon this time. Only a small bit of the peel, if you please." I imagine Mr. Sassy will be obliged to think somewhat," resumed George. "Of course, proper. Habits of fixed attention in business matters are highly important," said Tam. ".He will talk," said George. "Proper !" echoed Tam. "Possibly, as Mr. Slick, of Weathersfield, would express it, he may 'holler' considerably," continued George. "Proper, again !" echoed Tam. "Cultivates his voice free gratis. My Governor pays a couple of hundred yearly to cultivate sister Molly's. Mr. Mel- ville, the 'propriaties' are evidently based in wis- dom." "But the necessities, Tam, must rule. 'Old Sassy' has proved that he can be unusually, unnecessarily, GEORGE MELVILLE. 13 unmercifully, intentionally, and most inconsistently sassy. He had no business to dun you; therefore, as necessity knows no law, he must take his lesson," said George, finishing his glass. "The 'd/flculties' I believe, are all that nod remain to consider," said Tam. "Difficulties ! Ah, my dear friend, Tam, what would mankind become by eschewing labor? 'Labor conquers all things,' is a grand principle which neither you nor I, in this crisis, dare disregard. Time was when I, even I, would have paused before these difficulties ; but now, with the noble Catiline, I ex- claim: 'My sword's my own! Smile on, my lords, I scorn to.count what feelings, withered hopes, Bitter, burning wrongs, I have within my Heart's hot cells shut up, to leave you In your lazy dignities.' Good night landlord." With this the friends returned to the college. " 'Alt .' Y page: 14-15[View Page 14-15] Y4 GEORGE MELV ILLE,.G Horses versus Thorn-Apple Tree Limbs. Tam duties of a college life followed, as usual, after the conversation detailed in the last chapter, until Tuesday morning of the subsequent week. Bell at three, A.M. Studious young gentlemen at that hour arose. Here and there, from the windows of the va- rious colleges, might be seen faint lights glimmering through the unwashed windows. College students are not all over sensitive about dirt. Especially the real students. It would have been, however, almost a di- rect violatioi of natural law, or, as the idea would be scripturally and concisely expressed, almost "a mira- cle," to discover a morning light in the room of Mr. George Melville, or that of his boon companion and chosen friend, Tam. It is time for the reader to know more of Tam. Mr. James H. Griswold was a retired merchant, residing in the city of New York. His only son, Thomas F. Griswold, had received the advantages of a three years' preparatory course in that old and time-hon- ored "Boarding School for Boys," which for many years was known in New York City as "Tm Wxsu- GToN IsTITUTE." At this institution, the highest grades of scientific, intellectual, and scholastic train- ing could be attained. It combined the advantages of a first class boarding school with the healthy re- straints which are so difficult of application in a col- lege government. In a word, it was a model school of the kind. Mr. Griswold had used every means which lay in his power to give to his son Thomas, the highest benefits of this institution. The teachers had been diligent and faithful in the performance of their duties, and his fond parent looked forward with an earnest and trustful hope tliat his boy would be the joy of his declining years ; that he would fill with competence and intelligence some of the high offices of trust and.power usually consequent upon a profes- sional career. Thomas, as the reader has already learned, was now pursuing his collegiate course. George Melville has found in him a congenial spirit. The characters of the two, formed by the-early home and school asso- ciation and employment ; or rather, want of employ- ment; want of active labor; want of that hard work; want of that knowledge of obedience and just appreci- ation of cause and effect which labor, under a healthy and proper control, seldom or never fails to bestow- thus their thoughts, feelings, impulses, and general characters had been moulded, in some respects, alike. On the Tuesday morning referred to, the two friends were quietly seated upon the front steps of the "South College." Hamilton College is built upon a very high hill, about three-quarters of a mile from Clinton Village.. The distance up the hill, from the valley below, to the College grounds, is about the same. The College precincts inclose nearly twenty acres of land. Three four-story stone buildings, each containing two separate halls, and thirtyitwo suites of rooms, form the College proper. Besides this a GEORGE MELVILLL+ . ,f: 15 page: 16-17[View Page 16-17] 16 GEORGE MELVILLE. fine stone church edifice, used as' a chapel, labora- tory, etc. The buildings stand in a row, from south to north, in the following order : South College, Cha- pel, Middle College, North College. Since the time of this history, a convenient Observatory has been erected. One of the most powerful telescopes in the United States is to be placed in it. This description, the reader will please bear closely in mind, as it will be necessary to a full understanding of some inci- dents which occupied the attention of Mr. George Melville and his friend Thomas F. Griswold. "Well, Tam, my cigar is about finished. Old Sassy is decidedly behind time; it is now five minutes to eight by my watch. There goes the bell for morn- ing prayers, by Jove !" "Yes, George; and, hurrah ! there comes" Sassy,' as sure as sprinkles before a thunderstorm." True-sighted this time, Tam, and no discount,, as you say your governor expresses himself when !he means to be distinctly intelligible. The thunderstorm will come, but we must be sure and set the sprinkles dropping, that the lightning may have a fair chance to play. Wait a moment, until 'Sassy' makes for the South College: He is now, I perceive, hitching up his quadrupedem, like a faithful and. careful jehu. Time will soon work changes with that ani- mal." "1We must not be seen here, George." "Faithful monitor ! Thou art right. In the house there is safety." Quickly the two friends ran into the South Hall of the South College. The candy peddler entered the college yard and came trudging;up the avenue to the South College, bearing two large tin cans hanging GEORGE MELVILLE. 1 I7 from a neck-yoke, in the true style of a yankee-notion foot peddler. "Ah! Sassy," said Melville, stepping from his hid- ing-place, "just arrived ?" "Yes. Will you have some candy to-day, Mr. Melville? Got some very nice. The old woman beat herself this time." "Well; give us half-a-dozen sticks. By the way, what's the trouble between you and Mr. Griswold? He says you have treated him very ungentle- manly." "Mr. Melville, all I did was to ask him for -ten dollars and twenty-two cents, which he owes me for candy." "Why do you not wait for your money until the usual time ?" "The reason is, they say Griswold is getting to be wild, and that he don't pay. I used to think he was a smart fellow, but sence I axed him for the bill I've changed 'pinion." " Well, Sassy, you must look out for him ; per- haps he may play some of his smartness on you." "Let him try it once. I'm enoughh for him." " Well, Sassy, keep an eye on him." With this, the peddler entered the North fall of the South College, and commenced'his usual round of visits to the rooms. Finding, however, that all were empty, he took. a seat in room number three; and waited quietly for the release of "his customers." "His customers " is an appellation quite appropriate, for he had sold candy to the fathers 'of some of the students then in the college. " Come forth, Old Tam! Sassy has departed. page: 18-19[View Page 18-19] 18 GEORGE MELVILLE. Thine hour of vengeance draweth nigh. Seest thou yonder quadyupedern? Let us try his speed. Mayhap his legs may show some wit, Of flesh, 'tis clear, they've not a bit." To gain the road consumed only a moment. Look- ing carefully to see that they were unobserved, the horse was quickly untied and headed for the South. Applying the whip, Melville found he was an active animal, although evidently half starved. He drove the horse behind the rear of the Middle. College, where they unhitched and unharnessed him. Tying him carefully in a corner of a large wood-shed, our two friends proceeded very quietly to place the buggy in the same condition it enjoyed before it was origi- nally put together. "Tam, you've got the wrench, I hope. By Jove! I've got iny hand all tar. Here, give us a lift-on this nut. It starts hard. Won't it try the old sinner's mechanical talents somewhat to put this go-cart together again. Tam, this is my first lesson in real labor. Don't the sweat pour, though!F There! now for the rope. Two wheels at. a time. Tie it on tight. Now, go up on the chapel roof, and let down the string."- Griswold did as requested. in a few moments he appeared on the top of the building, and lowered a light but strong cord. This, Melville tied to the rope, by means of which, the whole buggy was drawn p on to the chapel roof, and safely deposited in the belfry. "Ten minutes to nine, hey! Time enough left. There go the juniors, though. Keep shady, Tam." After waiting the ten minutes, all the classes had / GEORGE MELVILLE. 19 been dismissed, and most of the students had entered their rooms for study. "Now's our time, Tam. Here is the thorn-apple tree limb, and a beauty it is./ Every point on it is sharper than a needle-! What a splendid tail, though. Give us the cord, Tam. There! I rather guess that horse's tail, and that thorn-apple tree limb are united nolens volens. Now give him his head, Tam." "Hold ! George, let me take an observation, and see if the coast is clear: George, Old Prex is coming over to his room." "Good, Tam! Let us see how much practical piety he will exhibit towards a poor dumb beast." Wjth the word, the horse was allowed his free- dom. Our readers must imagine the effect of a thorn-apple tree limb tied to the tail of a wide-awake horse. At every jump he made, his tail whipped the sharp thorns into his flesh, breaking many of them off, and giving the poor animal terrible torment. He was soon flying within precincts forbidden to all of his kind, at the top of his speed. The students of ancient lore, realized, if they never did until then, the beauty of that celebrated line which occurs in one of the books of the .nead, descriptive of the galloping of horses over the plain: Quadrupe |Idante pu J trem-soni I tu quatit ungula 1 campum." * A hundred and fifty wild young men were soon eagerly chasing after the maddened horse. The old college walls echoed to such shouts of laughter as had not been heard since th'eir"corner-stone was laid. "Run, Jim! run!"-c''Walker, head hitn! ha! ha! * Read by the scanning. page: 20-21[View Page 20-21] 20 GEORGE MELVILLE. wasn't that a jump !"-"By Jove! he'll certainly break his neck !"-" Get out of the way, Melville I"- "President N take care ! he must be wild !"- "What a bound that was !" Such were the shouts which were heard from, a hundred voices, until the two friends spied Old Sassy with his cans, quietly looking on, shouting, laughing; and encouraging the wild students in their exciting chase. "KHa! ha !" said Old Sassy, "don't he jump! Don't he go it strong ! hat's that on his tail? Whose horse is he ?" "Sassy, you appear to enjoy the tormenting of that poor dumb beast amazingly," said Melville. "I should laugh out of the other side of my cheek, if I were in your situation." "Why, Mr. Melville? ha! ha ! See him shake his head. How he froths at the ziouth! Why so, Mr. Melville ?" "Simply, Sassy, because in my opinion that horse belongs to you." "No! does it ?" said he, looking very intensely at the infuriated animal, and turning pale. "Yes! it is my jack! Whoa! whoa! Catch him! catch him!" he now shouted ih9top of his voice. "Catch my jackt" Then dropping both of the candy cans, yoke and a~Iupon the groutid, he was soon the most eager engaged in the chase. vik quiet picked up the cans; and, every- body bengso'imnsely occupied with the horse, he succeeded in conveyig them into the South Hall ofothe Middle College, when the fourth story, his ;room was situated. He then'went down among the .students, and picking out about 'twenty of ,his par- ticular friends, sent them one by one to his cham- bers. In ten minutes the cans were emptied of their luscious contents, and the facts about the horse were duly promulgated. Melville's friends immediately voted the whole affair to be a consistent and emi- nently proper; judgment upon the audacious Sassy. (Not one among them, by the way, who did not fear the presentation of an act daily.) In the meantime, the candy peddler had caught his horse, and brought him exactly beneath Melville's window, where he commenced shaking his fist at, the whole body of students, and vociferating terrible vengeance upon the perpetrators of the dastardly act. " Griswold," said Melville, I am astonished to hear such foul language uttered right in the pre- sence of our well-beloved, the faithful President of this time-honored institution of learning. Desend, most worthy friend, and clear the stone steps below my hall window of all that wear the shape of manhood!" Griswold, comprehending Melville's object, ran down stairs, and soon had the steps clear. One of the stIdents, at Melville's request, then dropped the cans from the window on to the steps. Such a pro- cecure would frighten a sane horse. It is not strange, considering the wild condition which Sassy's animal ad involuntarily assumed, that he imme- diately concluded the noise was a signal for him to run again. Such, indeed, I am sorry the reader must learn, was the result ; and, it was are than an hour before he could again be secured. But the poor peddler had not learned the half of his woes. His wagon-but we must commence a new chapter for the wagon. GEORGE MELVILLE. page: 22-23[View Page 22-23] GEORGE MELVILLE. 23 29 GEORGE TMiVILLE. "Wait for the wagon." WHERE'S my' wagon? Has any one seen my har- ness?" What have they done with the buggy ?" "Come, Tam, I perceive the quadrupedem is pro- perly subdied. It is time for the second step in our arduous undertaking." It was now nearly twelve o'clock, meridian. The two friends, having carefully examined the course and finding everything clear, went to the Chapel. In a few minutes the bell-ringer sounded the bell, an- nouncing to the hungry students that the sun had arrived at the zenith. As soon as this duty was per- formed, the faithful monitor of the hour started to appease his hunger. "Well, George, F-x has locked his door what shall be done now?" "F -x has dared to mar our plan, and so we, of necessity, must mar his door. This is the only ac- cess to our wagon." In a few moments the door was broken in. The two went up to the belfry, and with a rope fastened the bell-clapper~o a part of the wagon. Of course, when the bell-ringer should strike the hour for the afternoon recitation, which was four o'clock, the bell would not sound, and the wagon would be disco- vered. .But long ere that, Melville well knew, the whole energies of the College Faculty would be aroused in search after the wagon; for, at least, they would fear they might become liable for its loss. The announcement, therefore, of its discovery would bring all who were engaged in the search to the Chapel. This would be likely to 'get up considerable excite- ment. There would occur, necessarily, some delay in ringing the bell; all of which led the two friends to the conclusion that perhaps the students, with a very little help from them, might be collected in front of the chapel; in which case, the whole would result in the different professors dismissing their classes for the day. Such a consummation would make the whole affair popular, even with the more sober-minded students, and tend to allay any serious consequences to them- selves in case of exposure. The finale was even bet- ter than they had planned. The peddler cried so piteously about the loss of his wagon, harness, and candy ; the bruising of his cans and injury to his horse, that the Faculty held a special meeting, and sent a committee to have the students requested to find the wagon. Of course, Griswold and Melville were very ardent in their efforts to discover it. When the hour of four arrived, no one thought -of recitation. The wagon was yet undiscovered. A few minutes after the hour for recitation had passed, Mel- ille, now all heated with his earnest endeavors, to discover the hidden property, suggested to the Presi- dent that every nook and corner of the- college had been visited by him except the belfry; atthe same. time handing him a small piece of.the harness, which he discovered had been dropped by himself when the wagon was pulled up upon the roof. r , _ "4 page: 24-25[View Page 24-25] 24~~ GEO~t~GR MELVI L, E EOG EVIL.2 "h a ," sid e tthe President, I found cose bhe side of thohapelpintheigrassand he caa dy pederays it belongs this harness. " ill lease to ask .Fextoallow yu to othroughhshoom" said thePresident. o-J}trtM r F w as not to be foun4 I Wht !"said th8e ent "is 'nt ,F- to bnd " o}sir," echoed half-a-dozenho, by ths time, h visitedhe belfry " the do& of his room is broken in." The wagonnow, had aso been discovered. But the'Faculty and students.ere illedith aniety at themost unaccountable disappearance thehell- ringer. He had been appointed to theposition, therebeing a small sinecure connected with iton aount offhis-acknowledged worth.and correct mo- rals. Therhesident expressedgeaears lest some violeiie had been done him, when, suddenly, fifty oices cried out: There he comes! Here comes F--x !Here comes the bell-ringer!" And sure enough, Mr. F-x now appeared upon the scene.ie couldgive no explanation about the door or the wagon To exonerate himself from bameYor his absence, he produced the following u"[AMoLTQ O rQLL ,:Deer ar-I am greatly in need of certain papers in the hands of' n-rt he Ct cf Utica.i al you pleae favor me yoingnto Cinton, hiring a=horse g4d bgyand:p rceedng forth a't MUica. Youhav0apgentimeto return 1fortafter ,noreit ti.r Inelose please find a three dollar (3)hill foryour expeses . ', _''Yours very truly~ The President read the note, and immediately said to Mr. F-x: " It is all satisfactorily explained; but you should have made more haste." "I found Mr. S r without the papers, and at his suggestion made several calls to find them, inas- much as Professor M was so anxious for them," said Mr. F-x. "Me !" said the professor in question. "Papers! I anxious ! What do you mean, Mr. F-x ?" The stare which the learned professor gave on reading the note, was.worth an evening at Burton's to have witnessed. "That note, Mr. F-x, is a forgery ! a forgery! Have you-no, I cannot believe you have been guilty of such subterfuge. It is evidently a part of this day's extraordinary proceedings." We may as well -here give the explanation of the note. Melville had foreseen the necessity of sending Mr. F-x away for the afternoon, as the broken door would be liable to bring on the finale too soon. He had, therefore, forged the'note in the handwriting of the professor, inclosing therein the three dollars. Of course Mr. F-x, who was half a mile from, college at the time he received the note, did not return to his room, and the fact that the note con- tained a three dollar bill, satisfied him the request was bonaftde. About a week after the occurrence, Melville got the candy peddler into his room, and having nego- tiated for his silence, paid him his full bill for dam- ages, also informing him that the next time he cautioned him to beware of Mr. Griswold's smartness, 2 t , _ t t ~ ' J . ' " . GEORGE MELVILLE.- 25 page: 26-27[View Page 26-27] 6 O M VILLE. GEORGE MEL better to heed his advice; The result of the whole was, that Griswold and Sassy became excellent friends--at least Sassy never asked Griswold for another bill. This is but a sample of the occupation in which te two friends were continually employed. During e first few terms of their collegiate course, their boarding-school fitting enabled them to keep up a fair character as students; but, with the second year, their standing gradugllflowered. As juniors, they were hardly able to maintain a position in their class. They were simply tolerated for their money. TVb The Boyhood Days of George Melville. GEORGE MELVILLE, in the fall of 18--., commenced his undergraduate course at Hamilton College. He was received by the Board of Examiners with a well disguised pride. They confidently predicted for the young student a successful career, which would do honor, to themselves, their institution of lear ing, as well to his parents an4 large circle of friends. Master George, as the schoolboy, was about equal to boys in general. He seemed to love his books; so his instructors, during his preparatory course, had confidently insisted. His share of the "rewards of merit," certificates of "good behavior " and sundry little bound volumes, with "Presented to George Melville, as a ,reward of industry," written on the fly. leaf in a most careful and scholastically precise chi- rography, had been quite extensive. George must not go at a discount, if, at this period of his life, he imagined himself to be indoctrinated with the love of books and a high sense of his own importance. The praises of unwise teachers had been so freely lavished, that hyper-self-confidence had come to him legitimately, ,being the result of folly's culture, not a natural or indigenous plant. He had become ambitious for praise' and maste d iFEORG}N MTLVILLE. 27 page: 28-29[View Page 28-29] 28 GEORGE MELVILLE, all of his tasks at school for the sake of triumph. The idea of approaching study for the sake of honor- ing the science or art, as a child of science or art, had never been the groundwork upon which the teachers, in his preparatory course, had built his a1,its of thought. If he mastered a page. of the Anabasis, Iliad or Prometheus, of Sallust, Cicero, Livy or Virgil, if he solved a mathematical problem, or toiled over chemi- cal analysis, it was done solely for the purpose of carrying away the prizes from his schoolmates. Parents'teachers and friends had alike mistaken the natural desires of his mind. He was a practical boy. Labor-hard work in some of the honorable trades, was the ship which would have borne him'safely and proudly over the sea of life; but he was not to be allowed to tread her deck' "Oh ! indeed no ! my boy," said his fond mother, "must never' soil his hands with menial employment, or associate with the vulgar, toil-worn mechanic." And the kind, but mistaken woman wiped h~r deli- cate forehead with a finely-wrought cambric hand- kerchief. "Not he 1" echoed the wealthy father. "He shall write his name a statesman. No pent-up workshop, with its hours of sweat-producing toil, shall become to him a care ; no grim-visaged, hard-fisted, work- soiled artisan shall ever claim my George as a fellow-craftsman. My boy a mechanic ! the boy who has carried off all the prizes at every school he has attended from infancy ! And now a matricu- latgd student in one of the highest institutions of learning in the land." The excited old gentleman had no idea how often GEORGE MELVILLE.. these prizes had been skillfully-prepared instruments of flattery gotten up by wide-awake (we should say depraved) teachers, to whom his name,;influence, patronage and good will were vital. "Please. the child for ' the parent's. friendship." Such is the motto which underlies the success of thousands who become teachers of youth under American institutions. Show- the pupil the importance and value of the knowledge to be taught, and then please him by the reward of conscious success. Such is the motto we present as an amendment. The teacher who succeeds in gaining the friendship of a pupil under it, will find he possesses a friend for life. May the time come when, at least in our public schools, teachers can hold the tenure of their salaries subject to anything, any power and anybody but-the wealthy nabob of the ward, village, precinct, town or other school district! page: 30-31[View Page 30-31] 80 GEORGE MELVILLE. GEORGE MELVILLE. 31 The Excursion Party for Niagara-Aster House-James Mordaunt- The Plot: OrE year, subsequent to the events already- de- tailed, passed rapidly away. George Melville, who was now approaching the close of his junior colle- giate yearfound that health began to give way before the serious attacks of dissipation. He had gradually yielded to the luring pleasures which are freely spread before young men of his class, until the naturally strong constitution, with which he had been blessed, 'was broken. His parents attributed his pale countenance and lifeless eye to a severe application to study. As vacation was near at hand, Mr elville counselled a long journey, by easy dis- tances, on horseback. To this end, he purchased for his son a fine saddle horse, and sent it to Clinton. George, however, could not think of the proposal unless his boon companion and friend, Thomas Gras- woW, accompanied him. This difficulty was finally overcome, and the two friends, on the 29th of July, left Clinton, most splendidly mounted, determined to see as much of the great State of New York as could be travelled over, in this knight-errant style,'during a three months' vacation. Their route nearly enclosed the western part of the Empire State. We will leave the two friends to pursue their way in search of stir- ring events and the bloom of health to introduce the reader to other scenes. * * * -* * -* * "Ring the bell, Clara! I shall never succeed in getting Carlo to obey orders. Carlo, lie down! lie down ! down, Carlo! that's a good fellow !" It was of no avail. Carlo insisted upon having his curiosity gratified in the examination of several new dresses which had just been sent from Stewart's. He already had torn a piece out of one, and just as he caught a second in his teeth, Bell Mortimer requested her cousin Clara Edgemonte to ring for the servant. Carlo seemed to understand the meaning of the bell-ringing, for he immediately desisted, and very respectfully approached his beautiful mistress, from whose face all frowns on account of her pet Carlo immediately disappeared.; and, while she kindly turned to acknowledge the instinctive contrition of Carlo, gracefully reaching forward her ha aress him, and casting her eyes c- tion of a guileless hea in truth not only lovely, tiful. Ka ae had lavished rich endowments upon her person. Her form was the perfection of womanly grace and elegance. The snowy garniture of her arm, tinctured here and there with the rosy blushes of youth and health, was, if we may be allowed the appellation, "eerless. Her dark, full eye, crested with exquisitely delicate brows, fell upon the beholder instantly to stir the soul and awaken thoughts of that wisdom which had deigned to create for this earth so much loveliness. Bell Mor- timer was truly too beautiful for aerth. lihe seemed + page: 32-33[View Page 32-33] GE.ORGE MELVILLE. 3 32 GEORGE- MELVILLE. not one who could stem the torrents of trial and affliction; who. could proudly rise superior to taunt and bitter woe, and illustrate the undying, unyield- ing, persevering courage of a true woman. She seemed rather made for Heaven, to add a joy among the angels. Oh! well for Bell Mortimer was it, that Heaven has enclosed the future within an impenetra- ble tomb-has placed before its entrance a veil which no mortal may remove, which time only is permitted to lift. But we must not anticipate. The dresses were duly examined; the pros and cons duly weighed; the necessities for their advan- tageous application duly illustrated. " I must say, Clara, that ' tissue' is perfectly lovely. It will become. you even better than the India silk' you wore at Mrs. Glover's. What do you think of this 'peach-blossom silk' for me ?" Let me examine it. 'Hold it up more to the light. There-so ! It is really just the thing for your complexion, Bell. Dark hair and dark eyes, .:e, will grow irresistible under the influ- e1yally think the manufacturer in his mind when he design Yt "Well, Clara, if u ik so, I vote at once in favor of adding it to my wardrobe. But I have got two dressesthe start of you'on the catalogue. I am determined one of those ',organdies' shall become your 'personal property,' as that young sprig of the bar expressed it last night.". y the way, Bell, now that you have referred to James Mordaunt, did you notice how skillfully he wins one over t] his way of thinking, how ready he is.with hisflftery, and how easily he assumes phases of character. I prophesy he will become either a great man or a great rogue. I don't like his eye ; but suppose I am doing violence to your feel- ings, .as your father has introduced him into our circle, and regards him, evidently, with great friend- ship and esteem." " Oh, Clara, do not mind Mr. Mordaunt; -'he will never be anything to me, so please, ma chiere amie, attend to this important business. You know we start for Niagara next week, and all these dresses must be fitted and finished." Thus the young ladies ran on until the loud-peal- ing gong of that time-honored hotel, the Astor, an- nounced their dining hour. One week from that day a party of eight ladies and gentlemen occupied four seats in the Hudson River morning train for Albany. It consisted of Hon. 13. F. Mortimer, Mr. H. B. Edgemonte, Madams Mortimer and Edgemonte, Bell 'Mortimer Clara Edgemonte, James Mordaunt, Esq,. and Frederiek Mortimer, Bell's brother. "Bell," said Mr. Edgemonte, "this early rising seems to paint your face upbly" " Thank you, Uncle Harwfor the compliment ; but I know very well allab o titthe partiality 'of your eyesight. I am disposed to credit you for sincerity, but if nothing else betrayed my ever kind uncle's partiality, those beautiful bouquets which, so very mysteriously, were spirited into Clara's and my cham ber last night, would become sad tell-tales against yQ i. There now, Clara, see Uncles Harry's confnsion; I tol:dyou where the bouquets came from,. You would have it that either Fred or Mr. Mirdaiint was the pirit." 2* 2* M0 NP page: 34-35[View Page 34-35] GEORGE MELVILLE. GEORGE MELVILLE. 35 There is generally but little pleasure to be derived from a ride in the swift-winged steam car. Modes of travelling, so far as viewing scenery is in question, obey that general law of mechanics, "what is gained in speed is lost in power," and vice versa. There is nothing which will take the place of a private car- riage, if the traveller desires to look upon the face of the .country. But the expansion of empire has brought into active usefulness so many new princi- ples, the genius of man has laid open so many hidden paths of invention and discovery, that beauties of scenery are now left for the poet, the painter, the scholar, the recluse. He who would grasp the~ieins of power; who would be great in theforum; who would spread the seas with hir merchant fleet; or, who would control the little cotrie around him, of iechanical, professional, or mercantile mind ; or of okeor all, must be great in practical wisdom.; ready, with practical illustration. Like a Napoleon, he must grasp the detail, ever remembering that "drops make an ocean." This is an age when man " Ina moment speaks to man, though empires intervene,- And makes tie sun portray himself, engraves with morning sheen; Constructs the giant eye, whiph glares on suns before unknown ; The glass which scans the atom systems, living in his own- * * * * * * Through rocks, o'er hills and plains, he goes, upon the car enshrined, Which mocks the fleetness of the deer and leaves the wind be- hind." We shall not attempt to describe the beauties of the lovely Hudson. The little party of friends, for whom we desire to bespeak an interest from our readers, were familiar with all the magnificent views which a day-boat trip from New York to Albany never fails to present. Our readers will, therefore, please go contrary to the advice contained in Mr. Mordaunt's suggestion, delivered the evening previous at one .of ,the private parlors of the Astor, if they would behold the most lovely river views in the State of New York. "Miss Mortimer," said Mr. Mordaunt, "our party are all well posted in Hudson River scenery; I vote, therefore, for a quick trip and plenty of leisure at the Delevan. Cars for me! " Agreed-! agreed !" said one and all. While the party pursue their journey, will the reader bear with us a moment, as we introduce to his more intimate acquaintance James Mordaunt, Esq., who, performs a most important part in this history. James Mordaunt was now twenty-five years of age. His parents separated from each other when he swa but an infant. Soon after the separation, causegwny a want of kindness to Mrs. Mordaiint on his fatiers part, James's mother was carried to her grave She was a woman of the highest culture, the keenest sense of motherly affection, a consistent Christian, and generally,' wise in her plans and judgments. Had she been spared to rear her son under her own light and example, the talents with which nature had most lavishly endowed him, would scarcely have failed to present society with an upright, useful, and safe counsel for the widow and fatherless, .fhe orphan and unfortunate, in the noble profession which now he was destined to dishonor.- His mother's death seemed to be one of those provideuces which lnatt's judgment would have pronounced unnatura and unwise, were it not that the ways ofthat Providence, page: 36-37[View Page 36-37] GEORGE MELVILLE. though "past finding out," are the direction of inft- nite wisdom. James was reared by an aunt, the wife of his mother's brother. She was a brilliant, energetic, self-denying, ambitious, but unscrupulous woman. Under the semblance of Christian graces and virtues, she possessed some dangerous characteristics of tem- per and \ thought. "Means to the end, right or wrong !" "Success covers all the sin !" These old sayings express her character better than any. ex- tended description. Added to this, she was quick to perceive, prompt in her plans, and swift to execute. Her nephew learned but too well the lessons which the example of his aunt constantly presented. He learned also to worship her as a being placed far above the ordinary of her race. Her will, to him, was law; the gratification of her slightest wish, his delight. James had received a liberal education. He gra- duated at Columbia College, New York, with the highest honors in the gift of his classmates and instructors. His legal studies had been .mastered with equal success, and he was now a junior part- ner in one of -the most reliable law-firms in the metropoliA of Amerida. Already his name began to be sounded upon the lips of the great merchants, brokers, ship-masters, and bankers, who rule the winds; and waves of the commerce, progress, and -renown of the American name. Mrs. Tryon, James's aunt and second mother, was awidow. She maintained a princely establishment inFifth Avenue. Her patronage was certain success to any ambitious and fairly skilled youth. She could open the gates to the magic circle, of High Life in New York. "He visits at Mrs. Tryon's," settled the question, "'Shall Mr. be invited $" in the affirm- ative for many a youthful aspirant after the pleasures and influence of fashionable life. A short conver- sation held between Mrs. Tryon and her nephew will possess the reader of some facts which are necessary links in this story. " James, do you know how Hon. B. F. Mortimer stands in regard to property ?" "Oh, yes! His fortune is ample. Our firm hold some of his assets here in New York, as agents, which yield him a clear rental of $5,000 per annum. Besides this, he owns. a country residence on the banks of the Cayuga Lake, in the western part of the State, attached to whih are three hundred acres of splendid farming lands." "Well, do you know, I have found out that he has an only daughter, and but one son. The daughter is eighteen years of age; pretty, dark hair, dark eyes, unexceptionable complexion, form, etc., and withal I am informed she has some knowledge of the world; graceful, easy, witty.., A gentleman friend tells me she is really brilliant. Now, James, I want to see her, and if--well, you know it is about time you began to. think of a wife. I have nearly con- cluded that she will do. But I must see her first." "Then you shall have your wish. The whole fam .ily, I learned from my senior partner yesterday, will be in town next week, en route for Washington. - r. Mortimer is member for his congressional district. An invitation from you through my partner will be just d propose, for Mr. MortiLner must spend a few, days here on business matters. Wait until they are quietly domesticated at the Astor, and with your-head 31 26 , GEORGE M-ELVILLE. page: 38-39[View Page 38-39] 38 G EO RG-E ME L VI'L LE . and my hand, .the desired object can be accom- plished." This conversation occurred about six months prior . to the time which saw the party already described as on their way for Niagara. Of course Mrs. Tryon ac- complished her design. Bell Mortimer proved to be even more satisfactory to the ambitious aunt than imagination, upon chance description, had painted. She was perfectly captivated by the gentle girl. * * * * * , " Yes, James," said she to her nephew, " now is your time or never. Go with the party to Niagara.; make a visit at her father's home ; and, before you return, have matters all arranged if possible. With the good will of the father, the love of the mother, and your own talents, of which I must be allowed the expression, I am more than. proud--there, there ! don't be frightened ; you have heard nothing but truth : you must be a weak one if you fail with the daughter." " True, but I do not love her. She is attractive and " " Pshaw ! My wise sir, marriage is a game-love is but an empty title. I married for place, money, and power. You had better marry for love, and live on it. Don't you think it would be better for us both had I, a little sentimental in my youth, taken up with some poor love of a mania What a nice time it would be were I now living with 'you in a quiet hovel-my poor husband gone-and you teaching, school, and hoarding round, or selling lace, bodkins, hair-pins, and calicoes, or patiently adding mortar and a brick, mortar and a brick, mortar and a brick, until the sum total of mortar and bricks gave you fourteen York GE O RGE M E LVILLE. .9 shillings per diem, as you lawyers say, upon Which to support your lone aunt. How the neighbors in the parish would laud the dutiful nephew who devoted all his earnings to support his poor, heart-broken widowed mother's sister." The expression of face sand action, gesture, etc., with which Mrs. Tryon accompanied this argument, caused her nephew to burst into an almost uncontroll- able fit of laughter. "Good, good! What an advocate of woman's rights you would make ! My dearest mother, I am convinced. Your words shallbe commands. illade- moiselle Bell Mortimer shall be my aunt's niece if the battle is to the 'vigilant, the active, tlie brave,' ha,. ha, ha!1 Mrs. James Mordaunt ! Capital!I" " Your trunks will be ready in time for the morn- ing train. I shall scarcely see you off ; the hour is too early for me ; so be a good boy, and write how. events progress." page: 40-41[View Page 40-41] f ' L\ ..t ' " f .jt " a . ,Y Yr l , . GEORGE MELVILLE. GEORGE MELVILLE. - Aurora--Cayuga Lake--The Pic-nic. "BAGGAGE for the steamboat, Mr. Mortimer." "Yes,-captain. Mere are my checks. How are they all at Aurora ?" - "Well, sir. Your place is looking fmely. Jim- my is a faithful and active hand. Everything is trim. Won't the people be glad to see you! I did not expect you until next week; but last evening's pa- pers said you were to leave the Astor en route for Niagara, with a large party of friends. I knew you would not pass Aurora. But are. you really going. West " "Yes, captain. Believe the girls have planned a trip to the Falls." The party we left en route up the noble Hudson, were now passengers on board a little steamer which plies on that beautiful inland sheet of water known, in song and descriptive writings of travellers, as Cayuga Lake. Aurora is about twenty miles up the lake, and is justly called the paradise of New York. For beauty of scenery no place in the State, we venture to assert, can surpass it. The residences of the in- habitants are mostly built on a scale of princely mag- nificence, blended with true taste and refinement. A couple of hours afterwards, Mrs. Mortimer was acting the part of hostess to her friends, while her daughter Bell, with the eager longing.. and ardent temperament of a youthful heart, went bounding from room to room, giving vent to the pent'up love for her beautiful home, which had been accumulating during a six months' absence. This was her cousin Clara's first visit to Aurora. Of course there was enough to occupy their attention. With two young gentlemen, one to be introduced to her circle of acquaintances and also one beautiful cousin such as Clara Edge- monte really was, for, though of a different style, Clara's beauty almost rivalled that of her cousin Bell. Bell, however, was not the one to rise upon the misfortunes of others. Jealousy was a stranger to her heart;- consequently, she could and did love her cousin Clara with the true and earnest affection of her nature. But, added to all this, Mr. and Mrs. Edge- - monte were not least thought of in Bell's plans and projects for the week. "To-morrow, at five o'clock precisely, wind and weather permitting, Messrs. Fred. Mortimer and James Mordaunt are politely requested to prepare for a cruise 'on the bosom of the Cayuga," said Bell, - putting on the look and action of a queen. " We are her majesty's most humble servants," re- sponded Fred. "The winds and waves of old Cayu- ga will indeed be honored by so much loveliness re- clining upon her breast. The hour will be propitious, if the officers and crew of our Fairy Queen's yacht are allowed the privilege of obeying the song in the old primer- ' Early to bed and early to rise;' 41 , " _; ,, page: 42-43[View Page 42-43] 4 0kR LEGEOIE lELVILLE. 43 to that end, Mr. Mordaunt, shall we bid the ladies good night ?" "Not until I have obtained from them," replied Mr. Mordaunt, "that promised duet. I call for the music first." 'I suppose it is my duty to set an example of obe- dience if I expect obedience' in return," said Bell. "Come, fair coz--ah ! thank you, Fred--that piano as gracefully-opened. Clara, dear, you must preside at the instrument. We will give you, Mr. Mordaunt, but one piece, and that shall send you to the arms of gentle slumber." The two cousins then sang together that exquisite- ly beautiful duet commencing.-- "Gently, gently, sighs the breeze, Like a whisper through the trees-- Like a voice of seraph bright, Singing to the world, 'Good night." Bell, having prepared everything for the morning's pleasure, retired to ier room, in company with her- cousin Clara. She was yet entirely unsuspicious of' the sentiments which were moulding the conduct of Mr. Mordaunt. Her thoughts of him and acts for his pleasure.flowed wholly from a desire to please her father'&friend and guest. Clara, however, was not so blinded. She, more alive to the workings of Mor- daunt's countenance, had read his inmost thoughts, and correctly. She was well acquainted with Mrs. Tryon., S knew also how devotedly attached Mordaunt was to his aunt. She had witnessed Mrs. Tryon's efforts to win the favor and friendship of the Mortimers dur- ing their visit at New York, six months before. She knew also Mordaunt's base"heart ; but we anticipate. Oh, how the poor girl longed to pour forth her inmost soul into the ear of her loved cousin; but she dare not! She was restrained by the thought, perhaps Bell will regard my tale as a base fabrication; per haps she will think I love Mordaunt. No, I had bet- ter not. Oh, if I were only certain! How little was she aware how much this erroneous judgment was to cost her cousin .Bell! Had she but spoken that night, Bell would have postponed indefinitely all sails, rides, visits, etc., and allowed Mr. Mordaunt to find his pleasure in the society of the gentlemen and elder ladies. "GTo-morrow," thought Clara, " I will tell her all. Good night ! dear Bell, good night !" and gently kiss- ing each other, they were soon wandering in the pleat sant grottoes and fairy scenes of happy dream-land. " Girls ahoy ! arouse thee from thy slumbers, gentle fairies,! The day is just beginning. My fair- haired cousin Clara will, I fear, disavow all connec- tion with the times and customs of this country life- five strokes the faithful clock has sounded, and still she dreams. Bell, arouse thee I AhI what's that ' Gently, gently tapping fronw a chamber door,' and a soft, sweet accent says, ' rWe're coming soon, dear Fred.' Well, all is right ! Fair ladies, when-fairly awake, unfairly take our senses captive; but all those who are worth a white moss-rose bud, know how to give a hungry man his daily fare, and thus balance the account, making it unfair to complain ofthem." Thus soliloquized Fred, as he returned to his room "Yes, yes, boy! that's fair in the main.Mn pays the fare and the women prepare the fare. But what has roused you at this hour ?" "Bell's orders, Uncle Harry. The Ensenore' is G:OI M1LVILL1J. page: 44-45[View Page 44-45] - GEORGE MELVILLE. to skim the waves this morning. We, that is the young people, are to breakfast ab ut six'miles up the lake." "Well, well, man! takegood care of the freight. I feel considerable interest in two consignments you will have on board. The breeze is somewhat fresh, but I believe it is safe;" and Uncle Harry shuffled back into his room with his boots in hand. The party, consisting ofBell, Clara, Mr. Mordaunt, and Frederick, were.soon collected on the beach where Frederick had already prepared the graceful little yacht, Ensenore, belonging to his father. The seats' had been duly dried of the night dew; the mast had been stepped, and the sails were all in trim order, ready to be set. ..Bell's .baskets and bundles, of course, were not forgotten. In a few moments the party were gliding swiftly up the lake, under the im- pulse of a strong and steady northwest breeze. "We shall, have to beat back if this wind con- tinues," said Fred, who held the tiller. " No croaking, sir," said Bell. "This is the hour for fancy, eloquence, wit, sentiment " '5 And song-if you will allow me to ask the favor, Miss Mortimer," .said Mordaunt. " We separated amid strains sweetly sounding ; what so dpropos as their echo this morning g": "well, Fred, thou manly Palinurus," replied Bell, " begin the strain?' - Fred obeyed, giving the following song of old ocean,: Hot THE DEEP!1 "no! the deep ! the deep ! with its waves to leap, As they haste for the land afar ; would rather sail to-the notes of the gale,. Than gather the spoils of war. 44 ., a a f :r , - z , 1 ! w i At t 3 4 r p, i } F _ . 1 IIYY ''aF'Q a ' t ski r; t The storm from the clouds seems to kiss the shrouds, Or rests, when the winds court sleep; As- a man that dies, but lies down to rise, Let my home be the heaving deep ! Ho!.the "deep! the deep! with its waves to leap, As the king of.the gale draws nigh; For I love to play with the storms, as they pay Their tribute to Him on high. Oh ! give me a grave 'neath the dark blue.wave, Where winds; with their wail, e'er sweep, And loudly say, as they shout for aye, "Here he lies 'neath the heaving deep!'" Ho! the deepY! the deep ! with its waves to leap, As they dash near the home of yore ; For a father's care and a fond mother's prayer. Come forth from the distant shore. The storm and its strife, like the toils of life, Make hearts, that are hold, Oft weep; Yet give me the wave, and its King to save The redeemed of the heaving deep."* ." Capital," said Mordaunt, "and well executed. The sentiment chimes with the hour and the occasion. Is not the wind freshening somewhat ?" "Yes, and I am of the opinion it is going to blow a gale," replied Frederick. "I have anxiously watched the north for some time. -Already Ihave had to bring her head into the wind several times, to let the squalls pass by, so as not to disturb you by careening the boat. Alone, I should not mind a blow; but, with my present freight I would rather avoid it." So saying, he turned the yacht's head towards the eastern shore.'~ The whole party landed saf y about * A. N. L., Jr. 45 GEORGE MELVILLE. 1 ' page: 46-47[View Page 46-47] 46 GEORGE' MELVILLE. two miles short of their intended triy, and just in time ; for the breeze freshened so rapidly, a circum- stance which often happens upon the inland lakes of central and western New York, that there was now considerable danger in remaining on the water. "-Here is the breakfast-room," said Bell. "Gentle- men, you can build a fire as soon as your unaccus- tomed hands can accomplish it. There is a good place by.that heap of stones." In a short time, Bell, with Clara's assistance, showing that their home education had not been neglected, had an inviting breakfast prepared, with all the appurtenances of hot coffee, and a broiled beefsteak. "Really, young ladies, your culinary ability is profound," said Mr. Mordaunt. "This is enjoying what our, ancestors, Adam and Eve, might have envied. "You are complimentary, certainly," said Clara; "but the praise belongs exclusively to my cousin Bell. Hers is the magic touch which has so quickly spread this table for you." Table, Clara !" said Fred, "I'd like to see even a mouse creep under it. There is just room for a well-bred grasshopper to crawl between the table- cloth and that part of his natural domain which the spread now usurps; and, when under it, I am sure he would be in danger of a crushing, the way these plates seem to fly. Here, Mordaunt, take some more of this steak. One more -cup of that spicy aroma for me, Miss Bell, if you please." How you do eat, Fred!1 It is well I have a sup- ply for six," said Bell. "I require extra for being pilot. -Glad to hear of the extra supply, too ! Keep on talking ; if you have anything 'as. agreeable as your last remark. Here, Clara !. Mr. Mordaunt, will you please pass Miss Clara's plate, I see she has emptied it. There is more than one hungry, I perceive." "No, no! replied his cousin, I've breakfasted. No more for me." "So say I," said Mordaint. "And I," chimed in Fred, dwelling upon the pronoun, and looking around upon the viands as if to be certain he had really finished. The things were soon removed, and repacked ; dishes duly cleaned, etc., when, as the wind had not abated, Motldamt, approaching Miss Mortimer, of- fered his arm, proposing a stroll. She quietly accepted it, and looking upon Clara with an affectionate smile, threw her a bow, as much as to say, "take care of Fred" Clara had determined to prevent any private inter- view between Mordaunt and her cousin, at all hazards. But, again her courage failed her. True, she might tell Fred! but then, he too, perhaps, would think her selfish. Again, she failed of her duty. 'Fred, .naturally desirous not to interfere with his sister, resisted all of Clara's hints to follow in her footsteps, and took an opposite direction. When Mordaunt _had wandered from the scene of their breakfasting about half a mile; he came:to a beautiful ravine, through which a wild and: sparkling brooklet went leaping from rock to rock, and forming a thousand tiny falls. Here, under the deep shade of a forest tree, he prepared a seat for his companion. After remarking upon the wild beauty of their retreat, he gradually, but most skillfully, turned the / GEORGE MEL4ILLE. 47 page: 48[View Page 48] GEORGE MELVILLE, conversation, from-the subjects which thetime and place naturally suggested to mere acquaintances, and spoke of friendship. Bell, ere she was aware,uncon- 8ciOusly listened, her whole soul enchained, by his eloquence. I Mss ortimer, have you ever considered why so much truly romantic beauty should have been collected in one spot, and then placed so, far out of reach by.the millions belonging to the human race?" "Indeed, I have not, sir; the thought is too com- prehensive for me; but I readily admit Athe beauty you speak 0f " La.m amply repaid for undergoing the perils of travel," replied Mordaunt, "by the pleasure here &fe de This i r doubtless one of your favorite reteats." "It is, sir, when time permits me to come so far from home. You know, Mr. Mordaunt, my parents are eminentl practical in their views, and counsel niyelf and Frederick not, to despise labor. This curtails my rambling." "Labor ! Miss Mortimer. I thank your parents for that noble. sentiment which has thus reached me. Labor, bodily toil, is the companion of health; the essence of'happiness;and the Ikey to undying friend:. 1hi. He who has=not learned the art and habit of steady physical endurance, knows not the highest joystof life.: Friendship,where it exists in purity, mustha.ve labor to make thesoil healthy. In this lovely rayine,, ten thousand. lives are kept animate ; trees, shrubs, mosses, ferns, wild-flowers, countless as the ands:of the sea, for ages have lived and died, ithout a thought of discod: Will the idea be 48 page: -49[View Page -49] G BO1Z G L ,M ELVYI LR1,149 deemed by you to be extravagantif I add, that this is because each little plant, or wild and hardy shrub, each graceful beech, each haughty, maple, or each noble pine. a ts=ever been found patiently, steadily; earnestly at work. Yes! and I think,_you uust agree with me, that the inhabitants of the natural world, pervaded by quiet, modest, earnest industry, allow no time for strife ; no champions for jarring prin- ciples; no fields upon which haughty passion and grasping ambition may spread the war-clad host, or marchthe serried column. The, law of love reigns supreme over their world. Friendship e"dsts there in purity. One general language pervadesthe whole=- here, in this lovely spot; or, at its antipodes; and that, Miss Mortimer, is the language of friendship, love and truth. Mordaunt, watching the effect of his words upon the lovely being at his side, thought that such a prize was, indeed, worthy an earnest struggle. The morning after the pic-nic party, he sat in his room, from the windows of which, he obtained a fine view of " ayuga's lovely waters." "Ah 1" said he, in soliloquy, "my dear aunt and mother must not be forgotten." Preparing his writing materials, he penned the. following letter. The reader. will learn from its contents his plans, motives, and the secret springs from whence they flowed. AURORA, Augu8t 7, 18-. MY DEARsT AUNT: aYour commands are ever the goveiming rules of my acts. This letter, therefore, mtist tellmy whole soul Bell Mortimer, I think, will satisfy even niy fastidious taste. But I find the .coast is not clear. Clara Edgemonte looks upon my humble self with suspi- cion. As yet, I do not lk *why, but evidently she knows more 3 A9 page: 50-51[View Page 50-51] about me than she has revealed. Something prevents her from cau- tioning the lovely Bell against me. Bell is, therefore, thus far, unsus- pecting. Yesterday I threw out a little policy which perhaps will lead pretty Clara off of her beat. She has steadily persevered in preventing any private talk between Bell and myself, from the moment we left New York. By a coup d'etat, yesterday, I oitgeneralled her. But for this Clara, I should have told my tale of love yesterday. For the purpose of quieting Miss Clara's mind, I merely talked nonsense. We shall soon see what effect this will produce. I am enjoying myself superbly. Frederick_Mortimer is companionable, and change of scene you know to be'my delight. I send to-day, per -express, a white French rose, to add to your collection. If my memory serves me, it is not 'on your list. I got it at Auburn, while on a drive there yesterday P.M., with Fred. Until more happens, adieu. Your affectionate nephew, JAs. MoRnAUT. x50 GEORGE MELVILLE. i i t O i. e 1 E 1 1 k x T ' \ L a t f "t fi S T , _ i f w i i vi. Clara Edgemonte's Mistake. As the last was a lengthy chapter, this, for con- trast, shall be short. "Bell," said Clara Edgemonte, "you have not told me a word about your walk this morning, with Mr. Mordaunt. I have been making all the confes- sions. Come, fair coz, begin." "Oh! II had a splendid time ! Be still-don't tell Charley Dickens what extravagant terms I employ. He says, in substance, that we Americans either boil over with ecstasy, or freeze into solid ' chunks of wisdom.' He is about right; but I don't believe in telling him I think so." "Come, come; please let the dickens take Charley Dickens, and tell me about James Mordaunt, Esq., Bell." In this playful way, Clara carefully drew from her cousin . a full history of her walk with Mor- daunt, conversation included. Clara saw that Mor- daunt had not spoken of love. Her expectations, therefore, were not, realized. She was puzzled. Again' and again she adroitly questioned Bell, but nothing appeared to' have occupied Mr. Mordaunt's thoughts beyond a gentlemanly effort to interest and amuse his companion. " Well, I am surprised," said Clara tq herself, lean- 51 MGEORGE MELVILLE. 1 4 page: 52-53[View Page 52-53] GEORGE MELVILLE, ing her head upon her hand, in thought.1 " Mordaunt is an enigma too deep for me. Bell is, then, safe, and I have had my anxiety for nothing ;" and Clara's face began to wear a happier expression than since the hour she left New York. Mordaunt's skillful policy had completely succeeded. Clara no longer felt the necessity of watching over Bell's interviews with him. She concluded that her interpretation of his conduct was incorrect. 52, 4 1 53 VII. Melville's and Griswold's Tour-A true Hand and firm'Seat always come in Play. " MELv1LL, I don't fully like going through this piece of woods to-day." "Pshaw! Tam, thou art brave; for I have tested thee under trying circumstances. It is now (looking at his watch) ten minutes after four. Look here," (to the hostler) "how far is it to the next tavern ?" " It's about tin miles, yer honor," replied a genuine son of.Erin; "through the wood all ov the way, and a gude taste ov bad road the fut four miles ov the tin sure." Just then; two men, dressedin the garb of wood- choppers, entered the apology for a tavern, and going up to the bar, called for drinks. One of them, having a keen black eye, low forehead, short, coarse, and black hair, a.-little walnut-shaped head, dark complexion, rather below the medium height, but evidently a man of most powerful muscular develop- ment, after setting down his glass, approached Mel- ville, and looking at him with a careless glance, and half respectful, half patronizing air, said- " Would you like to sell that grey ov your'n? He's worth a cool hundred and fifty. I'll give 'that, cash down, and risk his being' sound." GEORGE MEEVILLE. y 1 ,D . l / x i f \ t I ". SP L7 page: 54-55[View Page 54-55] GEORGE MELVILLE. " Four hundred would be no temptation, my good sir,"'politely replied Melville. "]P'raps you've an idee I can't pay down. There's the chink, friend " said the apparent horse-dealer, at the same time holding up a large roll of bank bills. "It won't do, sir," replied Melville. "I am a traveller, and would be obliged to obtain another horse." "Want to trade hosses, then ? I'm your man for that, too. Jim, go git my bay." "No, sir, you need not; I cannot trade. Land- lord, my bill, if you please," said Melville. Melville and Griswold were soon mounted, and had entered the road already described, which led through a piece of woods for over ten miles. hey were situated , in the southern part of Alleghany county, and doubtless even at this day are still in existence,unless so much thereof as would make pine lumber fit for market. "Jim, them's gallus lads. They've both got piles of chink, and we ain't'rum uns of we let 'em pass." "Bob, Hi sez hamen. You knows Hi'm a man hof. work, and not hof words." Git out the nags, then, and we'll head 'em about 'alf and 'alf thro', at the pine stump," said the man called Bob. Taking a. cow-path through the woods, the high. wayrmen, ,for such was the true character of the peudo wood-choppers, perfectly familiar with the ground, by urging their horses a short time, came out upon. the forest road in advance of the two young men. About half-way through the forest, directly in hecentre of the road, stood an immense pine stump. here dismounting, the two worthies led their horses 4 4 r c t E t i t t 1 I' 7 r i sufficiently into the wood to be out of sight,. but where they could be quickly obtained. They then quietly awaited the approach of the young men. In a few moments, Melville and Griswold appeared. "Jim,'you take the bay horse; I'll head the grey. Have your shootin' irons had a good supper ?" "Yes, Bob. Hi'm thinkin' has 'ow hif they git sick and throw up, one hof thim chaps will git ha 'ole through 'im." "Whist ! Jim, lie close !" hissed the ;robber called Bob. "Now for the grey !" "STirrm !" said Bob, presenting a pistol at Melville's breast, and grasping the rein of his horse in the left hand ; "your money, if you please, sir." "HOLD !" said Melville; "you can have the money, but don't fire." "All right, rum un ; but I guesses you may as well dismount, as we'll make the hoss trade now, ha, ha !" The other robber, with equal boldness, had seized Griswold's horse, and held him where the slightest effort at resistance would have been certain death. Melville eagerly fumbled in his pockets for hisporte- monnie, which, apparently, he could not find. His right hand went first into one pocket,. then into another. The left then was made to perform the same office. Until suddenly turning towards Griswold, but really keefjing his eye on the robber who held his rein, he called out: " Tam, you must have my pocket-book." The robber, for the instant, was thrown off his guard, and turned his eye in the direction of Gris- wold while -Melville, who had, while apparently fumbling in his pockets for his 'money, cocked a pis- 55 GEORGE MELVILLL. page: 56-57[View Page 56-57] tol, with which he was armed, suddenly drew the weapon, and aiming at the man who held Griswold's horse, fired. His own horse, unused to fire-arms, in- stantly bounded away from the grasp.of the robber, frightened at the report of the pistol. Melville turned to see what effect his shot had made, when he saw Griswold following him at the top of his horse's speed. Almost at the same instant he saw a flash, followed by a report, and felt that a bullet had struck him somewhere. Perceiving no pain, he dashed on. Griswold soon overtook him. "By Jove, George, you did for my fellow,!" shout- ed Griswold. "He's past praying for." "Hold in ! Tam, this pace is killing. We are pretty well out of that scrape. It might have been an ugly affair, if my shot had not been a true one." An hour hence the two were housed in another apology for a tavern, having once more reached the open country. As Melville entered the bar-room, taking off his hat, he discovered for the first time that he had a wound of some kind on his head. "Tam, I rather think that last shot has made its mark on my head somewhere. Here are two as pret- ty holes in my hat as I could make with hammer and punch." Well, really," said Griswold, examining his friend's head, "you have got a scratch which, unless I am ignorant of cause and effect, will keep you com- pany until your bones are presented with'six feet of ground.'" "Amiss is as good as a mile," carelessly respond- ed Melville. "Landlord,.give us a basin of water, and we will soon put the head in order." The officious tavern-keeperhastened to accommodate his guests ; but something in his manner, which even George afterwards could not explain, aroused suspicion. Taking Griswold by the arm, he strolled from the house (the only one for two miles around) until out of ear-shot. " Griswold !" said Melville. Griswold started. Melville had not thus addressed him since the first week of their acquaintance; but had always used the well-known nick-name "Tom," merely changing the " o" into an "a " for the sake of oddity. " What troubles you, my friend? Are you in pain from your wound? Why is it not Tam as usual? Have I offended you unwittingly in this exciting matter to-day ?" " Offended me, my tried and trusty friend! No! But I will tell you what I suspect. That grey-h ad- ed landlord is as great a rogue as the especial friends we met in the wood ; and in all probability they are intimate associates in villainy, and perhaps murder. You see, then, I am araxious somewhat for the life of my friend; a little anxious for my own, besides hav- ing a care to our noble steeds. In my opinion, unless we are '.wise as serpents,' we shall not, be treated as 'harmless as doves.'" " Let us continue our journey, and not abide here in the enemy's country, then," said Griswold. "No, that won't work. The old man could easily shoot us down while we were waiting for our horses. His plan probably is to murder us in our sleep. list! We are watched.. There is a boy under that log, continued Melville, his voice now reduced to a whis- per. ":Let us return to the house. You shall know my plan soon after supper." GEORGE MELVILLE. fi 56 ,GEORGE MELV1LLE. t ' " v c t I t1 }F }7 V 3 1 page: 58-59[View Page 58-59] GEORGE ME2vILLE' The two young men were truly in the #ery jaws of thewolf. The tavern-keeper was one of a gang of bur- glare, counterfeiters, robbers, and murderers, having New York city as its centre of operations, and extend- ing .through the great West and South., At eleven o'clock, the robber called Bob was admittedby a private entrance into the house, bearing his wounded companion. The admission was not so private, how- ever, asthe villains congratulated themselves. Mel- ille, determined on his plan of operations for the night, had retired to his room at an early hour in company.with Griswold, haing first provided him- self with a strong rope. Carefully locking the door, he explored the. room.. Satisfied that no one could enter except through the door, he told Griswold to extinguish the light, and place himself a sen- tinel in the darkest corner in the room. Then tying the rope to the bed-post, he lowered it carefully to the ground through the window. "Now, Tam, if you hear our old college whistle, you must join me immediately. If there is any attempt on the room, give the signal yourself, and descend the rope at once. I will take our traps, obtain the horses during the night; and we will leave before morning." All right ! I rather like this. It grows exciting," repliedGriswold. Melville now made his descent. As he nearly reached the ground, his foot struck against an, empty cask; which, rolling over, made considerable noise. "cPull up the rope, quick," whispered Melville. Griswold obeyedlthe order only just in time ; for the noise attracted the tavern keeper who came fronr the rear of the house with a lantern. 58 , i } f _. 1 GEORGE MELVILLE. "What do you s'pose it was, then? noises like that don't come without they's made." "There, I told you the old barrel had fallen off the heap o' stones, and there 'tis," replied an old hag, his wife; who accompanied him. "That are barrel's had some one to kick it over, Sally." "Pshaw ! no, it haint. The dog jumped on it this mornin', and it rolled over, for I put it back, and here comes Trip now. Here, Trip! .Trip ! come here ! You musn't roll the barrel over again-that's a good dog," said the old hag, addressing the latter half of her remarks to the dog. Trip came up, licked the old woman's hand, and received her caress. He then went to his master, and, fawning upon him for an instant, ran towards the fence, and commenced barking. Melville at this time lay within six feet of the dog. "What is it, Trip ?" Again the dog fawned upon him, ran towards the fence, and barked. Melville instantly commenced crawling away from the house. He was near a small corn patch. The old man, coming to the fence, held up his lantern, and recognizing the moving body, in the uncertain light, took it for a pig. "There's a pig in the cornfield, Sally. Sick 'urn, Trip ! sipk 'um!P" Melville; who heard every word, resolved to act out the pig. He therefore made for the corn on all fours as rapidly as possible. Under cover of the corn he rose to his feet, and ran for the road, the dog chasing and barking at himr The old man and woman then returned into the 59 *4 page: 60-61[View Page 60-61] 60 GEORGE MELVILLE. house, followed this time by the dog, who did not seen to relish the effect of being stoned, a circum- stance for which Melville most earnestly thanked his good stars. Melville now gained a position where he could command a view of both entrances to the house, being resolved to wait and watch. By this means he be- came a spectator of the admission of the two robbers. As soon as they had entered, he resolved to seek his horses, rightly judging that it would take some little time, as well as attention from all up in'the house, to hear the story of the wounded man and perhaps to administer to his comfort. He gained the little shell of a barn, and, striking a light, which he kept ,burn- ing long enough- to see where the saddles, bridles, etc., were, soon had both horses in order for mount- ing. He then returned cautiously towards the house. Lights were moving about. He concluded, as every- thing was ready, to give Griswold the concerted signal. Before he could do so, however, he heard the whistle from the window.'. Running for the horses, he seized their halters, backed them out quickly, mounted his own, and leading Griswold's, bode to the window. Griswold has ready for him, and catching his own horse's bridle, mounted in- stantly. At this moment a light appeared in the room just vacated by Griswold. "There they go, houses and all," said the robber called Bob. "Hand me a shooting' iron !" added he with an oath. But forthis latter sentence no blood would have been spilled. Melville having heard it, considered that self-preservation demanded the death, or, at least,. disabling of the. robber,'whose head and shoulders - GEOGE] MELVI'LLE. were out of the window ; and, upon which the light shone clearly, making him, to Melville's really practised hand, a fair mark. Drawing a pistol from his pocket, he shouted: "In with your head,,or you are a dead man 1" The robber having received a pistol, was in the act of cocking it, when a ball sent by Melville struck him in the left shoulder. He was so far out of the window, that, on being struck, he pitched forwards, and fell headlong to the -ground, where he gave one heavy groan, and all was still. "Now, George," said Griswold, "I suppose we might as well start." "Yes," replied Melville. "It's too bad I had to shoot him; with the ball and the fall, he can't have much chance for life. One consolation I have. His death makes a rascal less in the world." "Now, Griswold; for the shire town of this ever- to- be-remembered. county. We must do our duty to society as good citizens, as well as fight bravely in self-defence. The lawyers must have a job. page: 62-63[View Page 62-63] S1rGEORGE MELVILLE. Sunset at Niagara-James Mordaunt's Declaration. IT was the hour for sunset at Niagara. Earth was Ientwining around the most sublime scene upon her bosomthe folds of darkness. The busy hum of life ceased with the day. The voice of Niagara, hoarse by a practice of ages, was heard alone where silence may never hold her peaceful sceptre. From time immemorial, that voice Chas been faithful unto the na- tions. One truth is all it has been commanded to eveal, one sentence all it has learned to utter. Vying with the artillery of Heaven, it has forever proclaimed throughout the world, HEEIs .A. GrOD !" * * * * * * Goat Island, as all the world know, is between the American and Horse Shoe Falls. It is a lovely spot of earth. Across the seemingly fragile bridge, which leads to the island from the American shore, at about four o'clock,r. M., James Mordaunt accompanied Miss Bell Mortimer for a stroll, and to view the Falls at sunset. "t each recurring visit to this island, my thoughts become sad," remarked Mordaunt. " It was in the year18- that I frst visited this spot. I wasthn 63 . 1 'f l f _ . k 1 {a ' f F { 4 M w { t 1 t F one spectator among a hundred, of that unrelenting power with which the rapids shows man his weak- ness, even when excited almost to frenzy, on ac- count of the peril of his kind." " What was the circumstance, Mr. Mordaunt ?" asked Bell. "A man in a small boat was drawn within their fascinating but terrible influence." "I need not ask, I suppose," said Bell, ",whether he was drowned ?" "That boiling caldron yonder," said Mordaunt, pointing to the Horse-shoe Fall, now partly in sight, ".has never revealed the fate it measured out to the poor fellow." It does not suit the purpose of this story to describe, however tempting the subject, Niagara. We are not bold enough to enter the lists against the mighty geniuses who have been tilting over the pleasing task. As an American, we love Niagara; but, as an Ameri- can, we frankly acknowledge that Niagara belongs to the world. So, too, thought Mordaunt. " That is. the English fall, Mr. Mordaunt; it is more extensive than the American," said Bell. "I don't like that." "You will, I trust, Miss Mortimer, allow me to make a slight criticism upon that remark," said Mor- daunt. " Oh-! most willingly," replied Bell. "With your permission, then, I will state, that in my judgment, 'American' and 'English' are mere- ly appellations for a distinction in converse. Both of the falls bear one general name, 'Niagara.' By that title they are know tothe world, anduender that title they belong to the word; I[t igangrely the 'ac- GEORGE' MELvILLE. page: 64-65[View Page 64-65] "H : GEORGE MELYIvLLE. cident of birth' which has placed them under the jurisdiction of the American and English govern- ments." "I thank you for this chastisement, Mr. Mordaunt," replied Bell; " my remark was selfish." "Please call it by a softer name, my friend,; chas- tisement is not for gentleness, goodness, and beauty," replied Mordaunt. "That last remark, Mr. Mordaunt, has made the sugar predominant over the bitter ; therefore, inas- much as your criticism is just, I am forced to grant judgment in your favor." "Thank you, most beautiful jurist. How well you adorn the bench ! And d prpos to this remark, here, under this beautiful foliage, is a bench which you can adorn without fear of a rival," replied Mor daunt. "A very safe proposition, Mr. Mordaunt, for the simple reason that no suitors will bring their cases here, wherefore I shall not have an opportunity to display my legal attainments,", playfully responded Bell. "Your are mistaken, Miss Mortimer. There is one suitor who places his life and destiny in your hands. Yes,;gentle being, one who has learned first to ad- mire, then to esteem, now loves you-deeply; devot- "edly he loves you, and offers for your acceptance, his heart and hand, and is ready to seal the contract with his life's best energies devoted to your welfare. Uponyogrdcision, Miss Mortimer, rests the happi- ness of a suitor who can never love again." Bell was taken so suddenly and completely by sur praise at this most unexpected declaration of his senti- ments.towards .her, that for the moment she Was I completely overcome. Her hand, therefore, rested un- resistingly in his, sheering perfectly unconscious that he had taken it. She instantly withdrew it as thought returned. The color, which had completely left her, now came back. The thought that she could never return his offered affection, mingled with some feelings of anger at his boldness, caused the warm blood to course more swiftly though her veins, spread- ing over her brow the marks of distress and _anx- iety.. Leaving the seat, she exclaimed: " I will return, Mr. Mordaunt." "Pardon me, Miss Mortimer, if I have offended you. The deep " "I can listen no more in this place, sir," interrupt- ed Bell. " May I then hope ?" " Pardon me, Mr. Mordaunt; but I must command your silence 'upon this subject. It is my wish that we immediately return." " Let me call a-carriage ; I see an empty one," said Mordaunt. "Thank you, sir, I will ride." The sun, for some time had been beneath the horizon. The gathering darkness, as she stepped into the carriage, seemed to Bell Mortimer as an evil omen. She was not one to give vay to such feelings upon slight cause ; but the darkness which now filled her soul, awoke an indescribable fear; and the remembrance that "coming events often cast their shadows before," mingled with the loud roar ing of the falls, caused her to tremble. :" What should I fear " she asked herself. "This must be woman'sireakness. I must te11 him I can:- not love him and that will end it." GEORGE- MELVILLE. 65 Q-4- page: 66-67[View Page 66-67] G BEORXG yME.6EORGMMLLILLE several times, during the ride to the hotel, she essayed to speak her decision. A fear, of which she was herself ashamed, controlled her, and she post- poned the subject for the morrow. Language almost refuses terms to describe the anguish of spirit which accompanied Bell that night to her pillow. She feared Mordaint. But, whyi This question was' ever present. About an hour before daybreak, she fell into a troubled sleep, only to awaken in a short time, from a horrid dream which pictured her as praying that she might die. Earth appeared. no longer to hold any joy for, her--death had become her only hope for release. On awakening, the poor girl burst into tears; and for the first time, her cousin Clara, who occupied the same bed, noticed her unhappiness. "Dear, dear Bell, what has caused you to weep ?" said.Clara. Gently twining her arms around Bell, Clara pressed her soft cheek against her cousin's, endeavoring to soothe and comfort her. "Clara,. I am very weak !" said Bell; but the burning tears fell thicker and faster. "Do tell me what makes.you weep, dear Bell? I cannot endure this suspense." Bell now arose. Hastily putting on a morning eshe, threw herself again into her cousin's arms, nnidtold her all the events of the day previous. Clara listened with a painfully intense interest to all she had to say. What shall I' do? I do nqt--I cannot love him; and yet why this fear? What 'is it, Clara, that frightens me. so ?" "IL d6 not know, unless it is a warrtingto you of . I the future. Oh," thought Clara, "my dear, dear cousin, if I dared but to reveal" She was about to speak, but at this instant there was a knock upon the door, and Clara's mother was admitted to the room. Bell turned to her toilet to hide her feelings from her aunt. "Come," girls, we are all ready for a walk. Fred- erick and Mr. Mordaunt are waiting for you. Your father and mother, Bell, have been up this half hour. The morning has put on all the glories of an Italian sky. A walk will soon adorn your faces. Come down quickly. No loitering." 67 s ' i 4 466 GEORGE ' MEL'VIEEE" page: 68-69[View Page 68-69] GEORG:E MELVILLE. X. The morning walk-An Old Friend in Duplicate. ' Goon morning, Mr. Griswold. You here at the Falls! This is really a pleasure I had not credited in your favor, sir!" and "Uncle Harry " continued for some little time shaking warmly by the hand the young gentleman, already pretty well known to the reader, "Thomas Griswold." "When did you ar- rivel Are you directly from New York? How is my old friend who owns you for his boy ?" These, and numerous other questions of similar import, were rattled'off in "Uncle Harry's" business- like way, giving Griswold no opportunity to, answer: any of them. Griswold was taken by surprise, as well as filled with real pleasure. He had known Mr. Edgemonte from his boyhood as an intimate friend of his father. They were often connected in business operations, which frequently brought Mr. to his father's house of late years, Mr. Gris- wold having retired from the more active scenes of trade. ;Mr. Edgemonte," replied Griswold, ''I rejoice greatly at this opportune meeting. I hail, however from College; not from New York." "Rusticating, I hope ; not rusticated," and Uncle Harry laughed at is own wit. f1 68 QSEOlGE MELVILLE. ( " The former, I assure you; and, if it needs proof, here is a college chum of mine, whom I beg leave to introduce to you. He will testify in my. favor." "Certainly, Thomas, certainly ! by all means intro- duce us." " Mr. Edgemonte, my friend, Mr. Melville. Mr. Melville, Mr. Edgemonte." "IHappy to make your acquaintance, sir. We are very well met. You and Clara, I believe, are old friends, Mr. Griswold. Mr. Mordaunt is with us: and I thmk In can introduce you..to somebody who will set your young blood in a fever. Clara, I know, has told you often about Cousin Bell." "Why, really you have got a party with you, Mr. Edgemonte. George, we may as well put on' our happiest smiles instead of those blues you talked about at daybreak. But we are detaining your Mr. Edge- monte." Thus Griswold replied, feeling quite proud of the necessities with which fortune seemed to have pre- sented him. "No! no ! no detention," replied Mr. Edgemonte. "On the contrary, I shall make a contract that both of you breakfast with me. They are all within trum- pet-call, taking a morning view of the Falls. 'We have an exclusive breakfast at the Cataract House at eight. It is my arrangement, and, therefore, the pleasure of an old friend's boy cannot but be allow..* able. Mr. Melville is welcome, too; for, if he is a chip off the old block, I know more of him than he thinks." Melville looked up in surprise, awaiting an expla- nation of thisasingular remark. He had always been told from infancy that lhe was the perfect picture of page: 70-71[View Page 70-71] GEORGE MELVILLE. his father; but this was the first time the resem. blance had appeared to be real. tYour father, unless am wrong in the footing-up, owns a very pretty piece of land within the precincts of Edgartown, on the island, set down upon the map, as Martha's Vineyard. His name is William Melville, Esq., formerly a merchant of Boston, where, by the way, he. spends most of his winter months. .Am I right, sir ?" " You are, Mr. Edgemonte ; and I am curious to know more of your acquaintance with my father," replied George. "Very well, George, come to breakfast with Thomas at sharp eight, and you shall learn the whole story. .'Hairry' and '.Bill' were titles your father and I have used in addressing each other, thousands. of times." George Melville was indeed surprised. With Griswold, he left Mr. Edgemonte to prepare for the breakfast party. - _, * *e "Come at last! Here I've been in a terrible gale this twenty minutes," said Uncle Harry. "Why, father, what has so sexeited you?" said Clara. " Excited! Is it not a quarter past seven? Break- fast at eight, and you little plagues, mother, sister, and all, have only three quarters of an hour to get on your dry-goods, and balance your account with the looking-glass." Why, we are all ready now, uncle mine," said dell."Father and I have had a beautiful stroll; and there come mother and Mr. Mordaunt." "Well, if you girls are sure the cases are all right 70 6 ' 4 .GEORGE- MfELVIL'LE. 7 you may mail the invoices; but I'm of the opinion the young collegians will scrutinize all the packages closely ; therefore, II hope there are no mistakes. Don't tell me you were not fully warned-that's all." Without giving them time for any questions, Uncle Harry hastily pulled out his watch, put on one of his unapproachable, sober faces, turned- nervously on his heel, and left the party, entirely deaf to the "Uncle Harrys" which followed him. "What does Uncle Harry mean, Clara ?" "That you, Bell, and you, my little pet, Clara," interrupted Mr. Mortimer, "are destined to meet with some surprise at the breakfast-table ; so run on, and ' pack the cases all right,' by which Mr. Edge- monte means, that if your toilets are not right for strangers, they must be made so." Bell and Clara, upon hearing this explanation, im- mediately left Mr. Mortimer, and hastened, unat- tended, to the hotel. Mordaunt, who was approach- ing with Mrs. Mortimer, seeing the young ladies -* leave Mr. Mortimer so unceremoniously, immediately * concluded it was a ruse of Bell's to avoid his com- pany. The iron entered his soul. His lips were suddenly and firmly compressed; his brow grew several shades darker; but quickly mastering him- self; with the ready ease of a man of the world, he bestowed the most delicate attentions upon Mrs. Mor- timer. He succeeded -so completely in 'arresting both Mrs. and Mr. Mortimer's attention, the'parties having now met, that tbie departure of. the young ladies was not again thought of, and consequently went unexplained. page: 72-73[View Page 72-73] 72 GEORGE n Nt1VILLE. XI. Hon. B. F. Mortimer-H. B. Edgemonte, Esq.-James .Mordaunt, Esq.--Frederick Mortimer-Thomas F. Griswold-George Melville -Mrs. Mortimer-Mrs. Edgemonte-Bell Mortimer-Clara Edge- monte-The Breakfast-Party. IT was now ten minutes before eight. Mr. and Mrs. Edgemonte were seated in their private parlor, awaiting the appearance of their company. Mr. and Mrs. Mortimer were the first to enter. "Edgemonte, this is a capital hit. I have not k wanted a breakfast with such promptings of the innei man for some time," said Mr. Mortimer. "Ben, do you remember 'iBill Melville?'" said Mr. Edgemonte, not noticing Mr. Mortimer's remark. ",Bill Melville-Bill Melville I" said Mr. Morti- mer, drawing down his heavy eyebrows, and half- closing his eyes, as a man does who is suddenly carried back thirty or forty years of his life. "Yes? Well, he is to appear to-day, by as perfect a representation of himself as a son can be of a father ; and'a'noble looking fellow he is. If it don't carry you back to boyhood days, then I am no prophet." Bill Melville! Yes, I do remember him. He was a clerk with 'Sacket & Waddel,' importers and jobers, when. Fwas an under-graduate at Columbia College," said Mr. Mortimer. GEORGEn MEtaVILLE. 738 "That's right ! that's right ! He is now living easily at Edgartown, on Martha's Vineyard, spending his winters at Boston. I met a young gentleman from New York, son of my- old friend James H. Griswold, who introduced Melville to me. It seems they are now at Hamilton College, and are spending their vacation in travel. A rap at the door interrupted Mr. Edgemonte. His wife handed a couple of cards to her husband, brought by a waiter. "Show the gentlemen up, if you please, sir," said Mr. Edgemonte tp the waiter. In a few moments Mr. Griswold, accompanied by his friend Melville, entered the room. They were cordially greeted by their host. Mr. Mortimer immediately'recalled the features of the father as reflected in George Melville ; and, after the necessary formality of an introduction had' been accomplished, engaged him in conversation. "Mr. Melville, this is'one- of the most extraordi-- nary fancies which the old lady 'Dame Fortune,' has ever seen fit to exhibit in my behalf. Your father, when a-young man, was one of my intimate friends. It is now, over thirty years since we have met.. I see in you the friend of my youth." "Your remarks bespeak a generous heart, sirof which I shall be proud to know more," said Melville, respectfully. " My father is one, too, who does not forget the friends of his youth." "Not he, not he !-but here are two young gentle- men with whom you must be made acquaited Mr. Griswold, Mr. Mordaunt; my son Frederick. Mr. lMelville, gentlemen." The young gentlemen, having est ended to each page: 74-75[View Page 74-75] 4~I~ GEORGE, MEILYILLE. other the usual courtesies of a Arst iWtro uction were scarely seated when the young ladies entered the room. perceive the cases' were not right," said Mr. Edgemonte. "Inasmuch as the corrections are all made;' I have no objection to invoicing the goods now. Mr. Melville, allow me to present youto my daughter." "I am most happy at this introduction, Miss Edge- Monte,"said Melville, a little embarrassed, taken thus somewhat unawares at being unexpectedly the first introduced. "It gives me equal pleasure, Mr. Melville," grace- fully replied Clara, for a moment taking his hand and aceoinpanying the act with a smile of generous hospitality, which wreathed her face, plaited by na- te's unrivalled tueh. -"And you, Mr. Griswold! Fthe this isindeed a surprise." Clara's ountenance was instantaneously radiant with the most unaffected enjoyment. I "But I must not forget that I l~ve acousi gen- tlenen"said Clara. "Mr. Griswold, this is n cousin Bell. You ought to know her. Mr.Melville will you allow me to introduce you to Miss Morti- mer?" Benllwas not-could not be-herself. She in- wardlyel that smiles would only prove to be sickly .flehoeds'. Her soul was sad. Nordaunt''eyshe e was pon;her; for without seeing it, 6he felt: e ineof his piercing glanee. Clothing her j _: e d iet, but subdued reserve she greeted t gentleman with an easy dignity ofkmanne S ontrasted most admirably with the graceful ay hr.cousin1 GEOIlGE MELVILLE. 75 Melville, at that instant, felt the warm blood course more quickly through his veins. A waiter, knocking at the door, announced break- fast. "Mr. Melville-Miss Mortimer," said Mr. Edge- monte, offering his arm at the same instant to Mrs. Mortimer. "Clara, you must take care of Mr. Gris- wold. Fred, you and Mr. Mordaunt must bring up the rear." With this he led the way, followed by Mr. Morti- mer and Mrs. Edgemonte; the rest of the party in the order he had designated. Once seated at the breakfast-table, Mordaunt, for a time, became the life and soul of the party. He wished to win the friendship of the elder portion of the com- pany. He' well knew that Mr. Mortimer, as an oray tor, had few equals, in the forum, or before his constituents. His style was scholastic and practical. Mordaunt had been a severe student ; and, in letters carried " an old head upon youthful shoulders." Usu~ his advantages with a skillful touch, he succeeded in winning first the respect, and then the high esteem of Bell's 'father. Mr. Edgemonte, who could not ap preciate the refined, belles-lettres style, looked through the smile of the man, at his eye; and, through sinister but instantaneous glances, which Mordaunt almost; unconsciously allowed to mingle with his assumed gaiety, he read the blacknessOf the heart within. He had reason' for this. Bell's unusual lowness of spirits had been a study with Mr.'Edgemonte during the morning. He now saw, or thought he saw, the cause. "To-night, Mr. Melville, there is to be a soeil evening party at Miss Blackwood's residence,", said !g( FF Y k t r, ' 3 t, t , page: 76-77[View Page 76-77] GEORGE MELVILLE. Clara. "I propose to visit your passport to that lady's domain. My friend, Miss Mortimer, shall perform the same duty for Mr. Griswold." " With pleasure I accept the generous offer, Miss Edgemonte, and shill be only too happy to become a humble addition to your party." "I never dispute my cousin's right tp get me into trouble," interposed Bell, playfully, "because I find it does no good. Your passport, Mr. Griswold, shall be entirely correct. Fred, will you please become my private secretary, and attend to all the details ?" " Most certainly, Bell," replied Frederick Morti- mner. " We shall expect you, gentlemen, at 8 o'clock precisely," said Clara. Mordaunt, the morning previous,when Miss Black- wood's invitations came, had arranged with Bell to accompany her, to this very party. It was to be entirely young company; what is esteemed to be one of Young America's-follies, had been again com- mitted. Married ladies, the balance-wheels of youth-. ful enjoyment ; the happy examples for inexperience to study ; the splendid brilliants, polished to perfec- tion, were among those "not included." The am- bitious young lady who issues as her fiat, that mar- ried ladies are "not included," before her party is well over, will be told by experience that her beauti- gully clustered brow is "not unclouded." Our gentlemen readers (who do not agree with. this), willplease excuse the digression. GEORGE MELVILLE. TI. Bob Shank-The Fire-The Cave. "BOBn! in with your head; these fellows hev shown you as how they kin shoot. Furies! there he goes out o' the winder ; that shot's settled him. Run, Sally, run-quick !" saying these words, the tavern- keeper, with whom the reader is already somewhat acquainted, hastened down stairs and ran out beneath the window, where the robber had fallen. Appa- rently, he .was dead. Picking up the body, lie carried it into the house. His wife used what little effort she could to assist him, and afterwards to bring him to life. Her efforts in the latter respect, how- ever, were useless.- "This is bad bis'niss, Sally; two pals done fur in one day, and one as good as dead." "Why don't ye git out the hoss and go for a doctor ?" said his wife. "I'se thinkin' as 'ow this 'ere matter won't bear talking' to a doctor 'bout. You see, old 'oman, as 'ow thim fellers 'ul go and 'peach, and it ain't safe fur any on us to stay here over night. The grabs will be here early to-morrow mornin', ur I'm no proffit. I'se thinkin' we'd better sot the old crib a-burnin' and leave.' The house won't bear saichia'" To pack up all they could conveniently car, was 'A r s page: 78-79[View Page 78-79] 18 GEORG-E MELVILLE. the work of a short time only. Getting out his houses, the old man lifted the two wounded men into the wagon. When all was ready for a start, turning to Sally, he said:. "Now, you jist drive on through the woods till you come to the 'big maple:' there wait for me ; I'll be there in 'bout an hour." After his wife had been gone about fifteen minutes, he applied a torch to the building; hastily heaping on some dry wood, in a few moments the building was in a blaze. "Well, you've come at last; I was gittin' a little feared," said the tavern-keeper's wife. "That blaze makes a bright light." "Yes, and I ain't sorry nuther. The place was gittin' to be suspicioned, anyhow. I've made 'nuff out ov it, and the land wouldn't sell fur mor'n a hundred dollars. Now, we'll make for the big cave." Striking into the.wood, by a peculiarly circuitous winding among the trees, the old man was able to, drive his horses, although no road had ever been constructed. About daybreak, he arrived at a deep ravine. le was now more than ;ten miles from any dwelling. Near a huge rock there was an entrance to a large cave. No one unacquainted with the cave would be at all likely to discover it, as the rock was so completely surrounded by underbrush that the entrance was concealed. "Here is.our home for awhile, Sally; we've been here afore, and I'se thinking' we kin stay here again " The horses were unhitched, and one by one led int the cae. The traps were next carried in. Several beds were unpacked, and as soon as they OE}ORG F tELYILLE. were ready, the wounded men were placed on them. The robber known as Bob, had given evidence that he was yet living. When they had been duly cared for, the old man took his wagon apart and carried that into the cave, piece by piece.. lis precautions, when he left the burning building, were useless none of his neighbors saw or knew of the fire until the following day. A few then came and viewed the ruins, pitied the old man, and wondered what had become of him. "Now, Sally, I'll saddle the mare and go fur a doctur; it must be did, at any cost, fur Bob's my right-hand man. I'd give a hundred fur one .shot to revenge Bob." ,Suiting action to words, the tavern-keeper was soon on his way through the woods. * * * *. * * * "«Oh !" groaned the miserable man, who now suf- fered from the .effect of Melville's pistol; oh:! I would like to kill the villain who put a hole in my shoulder. Let it alone !" he shrieked, as the doctor ran his probe into the wound to find the bullet. His cries of pain and blasphemy, however, were impotent. The doctor, who was a most skillful surgeon, ordered his patient to be firmly held. In a short time he found and extracted the ball. .But for the very barrel which had nearly discovered Melville to the tavern- keeper, the robber would doubtless have been killed by the fall. The ball had entered near his left shoul- der. In fall ng, he had put forward his right arm, - striking his hand upon the barrel in such a way, that it in all probability was the means of saving his life. The right arm was broken in two places. Having dressedthe wound, the surgeon set, the arm. His e page: 80-81[View Page 80-81] 80 EoRGE MEL'vILL.E. GEORGE MELVILLE. patient fainted several times during the operation ; but when the splints were on, he began to bear the pain better. The surgeon immediately turned his attention to the other robber. His wound was not so severe as his companion's. When his duty had been fully performed-if saving a.man who is ripe for the gal- lows can be called a duty-he said to the tavern- keeper: "It will be necessary that I come for some time ; you must expect me at 4 o'clock each day, until I give you further notice. If anything happens, you must leave the signal on the pine stump." " All right! Doctor, you're a trump, and no mis- take. Here's a little roll. for you, which, in this cause, goes as easy and a .little freer than it kum. No questions answered, doctor ; mum's the word ; and we shall be mutu'ly profitable." The doctor counted over the money. "One hundred," said he; "it's more than I want." "Keep it ! keep it ! andl there's another ready for Fyou whin thim pashunts is konvaleesunt." . F y lz t \. i y a C .+ ry t, '? 'Y .XIIIX Bell hates the Rain, but finally has no objections to it-Miss Blackwood's party. " IT rains, Bell " "I wish it poured, Fred." "Why, Bell? To-night is the party." "And to-night, I say, may it pour !" "You would have to send a regret, if that wish is granted." " I would do so without a regret." " Then I say, with regret, send it any way, Bell." " I can't." "Can't?2 I would just like to know who has driven the smiles from my Bell, that's all !" "Fred, please sit down here." "With the greatest pleasure," said he, first im- printing a kiss upon' his sister's forehead. "What is it, Bell? II am all attention." " Mr. Mordaunt wants to take me away from my brother." " And what for ?" "To make me a wife." "Whew !" said Fred. "Not with my consent!" "=Good t" said Bell. "Why good ? Pshaw! that spoils all the romance. I thought I had got to have a fight, or something of 5 page: 82-83[View Page 82-83] GEOGE MELVILLE.GEORGE MEL that kind, to keep you single. But seriously, Bell, you decide correctly'. Mordaunt is a cold schemer. If you are ever so silly as to commit matrimony, you must have a heart. He has splendid talents, but you would fade in a few years as his wife." "Fred, I fear him." "Fear- him ! why-? Send him about his busi- ness, and remember you have a brother Frederick. Bell, I must go and dress up." "The cold schemer, Fred, may prove a deep vil- lain !". "Forewarned, you are forearmed." "But father likes him, and mother has taken up his cause ; either having been spoken to by him, or having divined herself my secret." "The former, inost likely, Bell. That would never be like mother. She is not one to look out. in advance for such nonsense. Kiss me, Bell; and then go and send him about his business. He is now waiting for you in our parlor." "'I will do so ; but promise, Fred, never to forsake ee, if that business proves to be my persecution." "A promise as easily kept as it is solemnly made;, for I assure you, Bell, my heart is against him." * * "Good afternoon, Mr. Mordaunt," said Bell, en- tering the parlor. "Good afternoon, Miss Mortimer," replied Mor- daunt, with his most winning smile. "This rain- tom is likely to dampen the ardor of the party- goers." "Do you think it will continue,shr '?" "I cannot say, not being weather-wise. ityor wish, Miss Mortimer, that it abate ?" "If my reply were based upon Bslfisness, it would be, No, sir !" "Io you not desire, then, to incur :the Arouble f this evening's entertainment? It would ive gre great pleasure to spend the time in endeavorig to bring back your smiles. I fear, Miss Mortpe, yiu have not been happy since our interview spQh Goat Island. You are not alone in this absece of peace of mind. The thought tha t I he given you one moment of pain; and the fear that the gentle being I have learned to love, imxay banish forever, from her presence and from happiness, one whose life's ardent devotion is offered for 'her ac- ceptance " " Ahl! Bell, are you here ; And Mr. or4aug, too-? Capital.! Now. I will send for Clara, and music shall teach us the truth, so beautifully em- bodied in that inimitable line of Lonf4low, 'Behind the cloud:is the sunstillshining.' I would rather be the author of Longfellow's 'Rainy Day,' Mr. Mordaunt, than wake up an heir to a for- tune. I will go for Clara " "No, aunt," interrupted Bell: "that duty will be my pleasure. I pronounce you 'Speaker of ~the House,' and this .arm-chair is appointed for you to fill." Gently forcing Mrs. Edgemonte ito t e seat, Bell left the room and called Clara. Spig now fol- lowed song. iBell's spirits seemed suddenly to have taken a new en lMordaunt for once was at fault 1in i judgment fpoties. lie pictured to himself Bell won. His -spiritsarose accordingly. ie ter d 'GEORGE .SCE-LVILLE. page: 84-85[View Page 84-85] 84 GEORGE MELVILLE. GEORGE. MELVILLE. 85 fully into the pleasures of the hour, and became, as he could whenever he chose, the life of the party. Clara was' surprised at Bell's vivacity. Mordaunt was happy, because he deemed that his chances for gaining, Bell's hand had risen fifty per cent. Mrs. Edgemonte talked of the wonderful influence which music had in dispelling engi , and remarked, that she thought herself entitled to a vote of thanks from the entire company. How was it with Bell? Her spirits were the result of a final judgment in.regard to Mr. Mordaunt's proposal. The conversation with her brother, his prompt advice and coinciding opin- ion, had relieved her mind of the indefinable fear which had hitherto controlled her. Mordaunt's sud- den renewal of the subject had displeased her. She regarded it in the light of assumption. His very language betrayed to her nice perception that, under seeming humility, the roots of bold and haughty arrogance existed, ready to germinate and choke out the assumed devotion. The rain now fell in torrents. Mrs. Edgemonte had warned the young ladies that it was nearly time for the evening meal. Clara and Bell had just concluded a beautiful duet. Mr. Mor- daunt was. lavish in his praises of the sentiment, music, :and execution, when Frederick 'Mortimer entered the room. "Lively again at last, Bell? Come, give us another song," said Fred. " Can't possibly. It is time to prepare for the tea- table;" replied Bell. "That is such an unpoetical excuse I cannot ac- cept it ;" and Fred insisted on the song.. The young ladies gratified him, but this time at the expense of an extra accompaniment ; for, before K they had concluded the last verse, the gong sounded the hour for tea. "That gong makes the same impression on the music. as the rain, this afternoon, has made upon my spirits," said Fred-" a damper in each instance." "Bell," said Clara, looking out of the window, "there is no sign of clear weather." " It pours," remarked Fred, looking significantly at his sister. "Will you attend the party to-night ?" Mordaunt almost- held his breath to hear Bell's answer to this question. Bell, fixing her eye upon Mordaunt, with a quiet but expressive smile, re- marked- "I shall brave the Storm King's power, and do my best to shine at Miss Blackwood's. Mr. Mordaunt, if the weather is too severe for you, my father will attend to all my wants." " By no means, Miss Mortimer. I cannot resign the privilege of. accompanying you, as arranged," re- plied Mordaunt, in an even tone of voice, which be- trayed nothing of the whirling torrent of passion which had been set in motion by Bell's remark. Iordaunt then recalled his words, before Mrs. Edge- monte had so inopportunely interrupted him. He saw that Bell had read his thoughts without listening to his words. He saw, too, that he had committed a serious error in policy, and awakened in Bell a con- tempt for himself. To any man not controlled by the Christian virtues, contempt breeds dislike. To a man of Mordaunt's pride and self-love, contempt awakens to life a hatred which knows not fatigue, and spares not expense ; when foiled, rises stronger from the unwilling respite to mount the wild war steed of a more craftypolicy,; again and again to shun the page: 86-87[View Page 86-87] 0 BIG ^ E L ,vIL' eneumter, until the victim is within a ure grasp Then it gives no quarter, unless it be to sip the vWeets of revenge in the cup of lingering torment. Tea over, Fred sought Bell's apartment. Re learned from her all that had passed, and resolved to become himself his sister's attendant. Clara entered and asked him about the arrangements. "Bell, Mr. (Griswold, Mordaunt, and my humble self," replied Fred, "will make one carriage load. Clara and Mr. Melville may form the second; though I don't exactly fancy giving Mr. Melville so much to be proud of as a ride solus with, so much natural loveliness. But some men are born lucky; and ti time the old saw applies to this youth collegiate. Stop ! stop, Clara! Don't pull my ears, hair, whisk- ers; no, ned nor Well, if you' don't like the arrangement, take that (stealing a kiss from his beau- tiful cousin) as your only consolation Against being forced to ride alone with a young man who wears the impress of true American nobility. Hem! Can't you give me another kiss, Clara, for my eloquence? It's due! Well, if you 'won't, you-won't; and there's the end on't.' And he left the young ladies to make their toilet. Fred's arrangement was fully carried out. Not- withstanding the storm, Miss Blackwood's house as well filled. Bell Mortimer was 'decidedly the most beautiful woman in the room (we like that good old-fashioned title, and respect "Old Bullion's "* HON. ThOMS B'ToN,of Missouri, better -known by the title eiven him in the text, in a speech, once said,*that the term "lady" asnot the Bible; giving it as a reason why he preferred the title woman." A young lady proved to him that It occuired in the Sible no less thantwelve times. GEOIEGZ MELVILLE. judgment about the term "lady," the yorhg lady, and the Bible, to the contrary, notwithstanding): The entree into the parlors being successfully ac- complished, as the dancing had not commenced, the hotel party became a little separated. Miss Black- wood, feeling that Mr. Mordaunt was one who demanded at her hands especial attention, as the intinlate friend and travelling companion of a Aistin- guished statesman, became somewhat excessive m her attentions to him. Some further trifling circuim- stances brought Mr. Melville and Miss Mortimer together. At this instant, the music. began a qua- drille, Mordaunt being still engaged by aMiss Black- wood. "I see Mr. Mordaunt will probably not claim you for this dance, Miss' Mortimer. Will you accept so poor a partner as I am able to offer ?" said Melville. " With pleasure, sir," said Bell, gently lifting the folds of her dress, and placing her hand upon Mel- ville's arm. Melville was at that moment envied by half the gentlemen in the room. "Excuse me, if you please, Miss Blackwood, Miss Mortimer will be waiting for me, to go through this quadrille," said Mordaunt. "Certainly, Mr. Mordaunt," replied Miss Black- wood, her lip curling slightly as, at the same instant, she recognized Bell's movements with Melville. Before Mordaunt' could turn and address Bell, the dance had commenced. Clara was also dancing, with Mr. Griswold in- another set. Returning, therefore, to Miss Blackwood, Mordaunt endeavored to engage her in conversation. She was, in terse phrase, dis- tantly polite: monosyllabic, with an occasional smile 3r page: 88-89[View Page 88-89] 88 GEORGE MELVILLE. for him, and full of vivacity and attention for several Other gentlemen- 'who surrounded hers Her senti- ments in regard to his position in the Mortimer family had undergone a sudden revolution, and she was not sufficiently practised to know that to act well her part as .hostess, was to make everybody pleased with themselves. Neither of these results, at any other time, would have caused a ripple on Mr. Mordaunt's temper.. Now they produced the calm before the storm. Where his revenge would point, he did not yet know. "She shall learn and feel the power of James Mordaunt !" hissed between his teeth, as he watched ~Bell gracefully threading her way through the qua- drille. GEORG-E MELVILLE. 89 f1 XIV.fn Various things material both to the Story and the Reader-The Cat- fish Railroad Scheme. MORDAUNT, on returning to the hotel, wrote a long letter to his aunt before he slept. He gave her, in detail, all that had occurred. He added, also, what the reader has yet to learn, that he had made Mrs. Mortimer a confidant ; that she furthered h's plan-; that through her he had learned that Mr. Mortimer would do all in his power to make the issue of his suit successful. In reply to this letter, three days after he received the following note : No. - FIFTH AVENUE, NEw YORK, Augu8t 18th, 18-.- MY DEAR JAMES: Your letters of the ---inst., from Aurora, and of the - inst., from Niagara, are received. You are in trouble, and not by any fault of commission on your part that I can now perceive. Bell has evidently made her brother a confidant. You must get hidp out of your way. Clara Edgemonte is your bitter enemy, from some pre- vious knowledge of you. Find out hei- secret if possible. You will then be able to countermine any efforts she may make to prejudice Bell against you. 'Melville may be attracted by your fawn. Neglect no opportunity to find his weak points, and show him up. Tom Gris- wold may be of use to you. Play the dear friend with him; draw him into your confidence until you can obtain from him the secret little misdeeds which bften surround such gay young men as is Mel- ville. I shall visit Aurora infue time. The real battle, I am satis- fied, will be against George Melville. All are well at home. In haste. -Your affectionate aunt, ARAH E. TRYOIN. , . 0 0 /.' page: 90-91[View Page 90-91] 00 GEORGE MELTILLE. Mordauint read and re-read this note. The idea that, Bell had conceived an interest for Melville was the point in it which caused him the severest thought. His reflections took the following turn: "'Melville is a mere youy-not much.r senior- just Qut of his junior year in colle g -evidently no student. Bell must wait years before he can afford to marry, if his father designs him foreither of the professions. But Aunt Sarah's words ar let me see," and taking up her note for the twentiethliime, he repeated the.following sentence: "The real battle, I am satisfled, will be against George Melville." Throwing himself back in his chair, and covering his face with both hands, Mor- daunt: sat some time in deep thought. He recalled every word, look, action, which had passed between Bell and Melville. The result seemed to end in= absolute proof that his aunt was wrong. Arising, he said aloud: " Aunt Sarah, for once, is wrong. It is the first time she has erred since I have known her; therefore I shall watch. Melville appears to be an unoffending youth. For all I yet know, we may be friends. But if she scorns my love to bask in his smiles, my re- venge shalfprove sweeter than lIve's dalliance, even with Bell Mortimer ;" and he suddenly arose, and walkedseveral times heavily and proudly across the rooxi, with head thrown back, and lip firmly com- pressed. "Now for a cigar; a stroll, -and-. thought." Taking the. path which leads to Goat Island,'he wandered along, unheeding the various knots of visitors which he met, representatives of every state and eline.. A~t this time, Niagara was surfeited with GEORGE MELVILtE. travellers. Ilie walked on, unmindful of time or fatigue, until the gath'eri darkness caused him to look at his watch ; it was fifteen minutes after eight. He was now within a short distance of the very bench where first he had declared his love to Bell. As. he gradually approached the spot, a voice pro- nounced the following words: "My dear-language " The remainder of the sentence was lost. Stopping, he listened more attentively, when a voice, which he instantly recognized- as Bell Mortimer's, spoke, and evidently with much agitation. The following words were all he could hear distinctly: -" to love Rvilain-precaution1" The first voice, which Mordaunt now recognized to be Griswold's, again spoke. Mordaunt heard the following: " Oh, Miss Mortimer ! I warmly love--most dearly love This was replied to by Bell. Mordant again heard but part of the sentence: " work of a higher power. But we had better return. Suppose you 'dismiss the carriage. I pro- pose a walk home." "With pleasure," replied Griswold. Mordaunt walked noiselessly in a direction to avoid what he now deemed to be the two lovers. Bell's pleasure on the rainy afternoon; hert determi- nation to go through a violent storm .rather than spend an evening with himself; her conduct at the party-all was now explained, as he thought.' Aunt Sarah was wrongI The real battle, I am now sati- fed, will be with Grirwold," said he. Eaily the subsequent morning, Frederick Mortiiner page: 92-93[View Page 92-93] GEORGE MELVILLE. 93 and James Mordaunt met in the shaving-saloon of the, hotel. "Good morning, Mordaunt," said Fred. "Good morning, Mortimer," replied Mordaunt. a have beaten you on the .course this morning by a .kave, you perceive." " Yes," said Mordaunt, "and I perceive' also that it has been a close shave." "Thattis owing to getting wide awake before you, Mr. Mordaunt-. Always have been an early riser whenever I failed to sleep late. But what has ar- roused you thus early ?" " I am bound for New York," replied Mordaunt. "It is impossible to believe that," said Fred. "There are two rides this day, and one pic-nic; to- morrow a trip! in the 'Maid of the Mist,' and a visit to 'Table Ro;' evening at Mrs. Jones's---the Mrs. Jones's. Go, if you dare, sir." "And 'dare' I must; for I am the forlorn hope; stormers, reserve column, sappers and miners, etc., etc.-in fact, the whole army-and New York is the breach. Business, Mr. Mortimer, before pleasure " Yes," interrupted Fred, " as. the old deacon, hoeing corn while his neighbors were attending his wife's funeral, once quietly remarked. I wonder if the deacon, after he had cleared the weeds from the corn-field, was decent enough to sport one for m7ourn'ilng." "Ie ought to have done so," said Mordaunt, "for a wife who succeeded in making her husband remem- ber her so affectionately, ought to have been em- balmed. The example of Socrates, in his treatment of Xantippe, puts many a man to blush for scolding the woman he has sworn to cherish." " Mordaunt, that !day, took the earliest train en route for New York. We will follow him. "Are you certain, James, that Tom Griswold has proposed for, and been accepted by, Bell Mortimer ?" "Y es." "What is the proof, James ?" "My own ears, and my own eyes-two very trusty servants. The carriage was dismissed. They walked to the hotel. When I made my proposal, in the same place, Bell pretended to be terribly frightened -rode home-would not speak, and all thatnon- sense. "Well, Griswold is not so large game, and, conse- quently, not as worthy your steel; but, if you don't get the fair Bell just now, by postponing any con- summation of Griswold's desires, you will gain time to fight the battle of Cupid with Miss Bell. Gris- wold is now in college. He must graduate. You have thus one year. He must study a profession. Two more years from that, at least. Griswold's father, you say, is worth about two hundred thou- sand, or thereabouts. Three years-three years-let me consider. Yes, that's your only way. When the three years are up, James, Griswold's father, must be a bankrupt." "That will do! By Jove! and a bankrupt he shall be, in less time than that. Aunt Sarah, here's the sweetest kiss I ever gave you yet." "Tell me your plan," replied Mrs. Tryon. 'K It is not matured sufficiently. The outlines are as follows: he has been a merchant.; thinks 'he knows Wall street; buys stocky freely; trustiIimpli= citly in the firm of Wight & Pierce, stock-brokers. c'' 'S ai'.f4 k" is - t -X , . 'Y i, " tF ^ )t If. 1 f . '. . GEORGE MELVILLE. page: 94-95[View Page 94-95] &GEO'RGE MELVILLE. Wright & Pierce' are honest and "sharp; not: so skillful, however, but that, in the state of high'pres- sure which governs the stock-market from time to time, a cat-fish railroad security may be exhibited in the light of a safe investmnn t. 'Power & Loftus' are also stock-brokers who saumd fair, but have easy consciences. Through them the proposals shall reach Griswold. 'Wright & Pierce,' at Griswold's request, will investigate, of course, and give their opinion. Being favorable, Griswold will catch at the bait, and go to smash." "Yes, but the railroad; where is that ?" "That is the main spoke in the wheel, good aunt, and my part, of the work. It will take one or two years of long and patient head-work for me to bring that into a fixed fact: I shall endeavor to manage the whole affair so as to make a profitable result for myself. In that case, revenge will become durable as gold." "Very well," said his aunt. "In the interim, you must play the mournful, discon8olate, rejected suitor. Silent. proofs of love's enduring, throbbing, thrilling, absorbing pathos, must be scattered in Bell's path- way. Finally, the ring of your, praises as a rising lawyer, an able speaker, a man of influence, must be made to sound distinctly in the ears of Hon. B. F. Mortimer." Mordant having marked out his course, entered immediately upon the plans necessary to a successful, result. He. projected a railroad from the village of P., for one of the termini, to a beautiful bay on the southern shore of Lake Ontario, for the other. ItWas to cross the New York Central Railroad, at thcity of --. The plan of' this roadwas based in a ORGE MELVILLE.. 95"_ ?u=9 is wisdom. There was sufficient necessity for the road. Once built, it must pay a good per cent. on the cost. But Mordaunt well knew that before the road could be constructed, every dollar invested in the original securities of the company, would be irre- trievpbly lost. HQ now visited nearly every town on the main/ routes in southern and western New York. He made himself practically familiar with their localities, wants, and resources. Having matured his project, he next opened negotiations with the principal moneyed men, resident in the counties through which the road was to pass. Gaining their favor in its behalf, he enlisted the members of the press along the line to present the subject to the people. In a short time the bait took ; every man, woman, and even child old enough to lisp railroad was talking about the immense value which the railroad would add to the land; ambitious young ladies asked pa for a little more expensive dresses on the strength of the rise; and foolish pas actually extended their family expenses a couple of hundred or more per annum. The whole community went railroad mad. Great railroad mass meetings were held by the people. Mordaunt was careful, however, never to have his name appear in any of the public calls. His plea with the managing gentlemen was, "Oh, I am no speaker. I promise, gentlemen; to take $300,000 first securitiesupon the road, as soon as you have a subscription list of an .equal amount. You can have my bond for the fulfillment of that promise with any sureties you. may ask." The bond was duly prepared. Mordaunt was playing a bold game ; but he had fully calculated r 1 page: 96-97[View Page 96-97] 96 0 oiGa- MELVIL)Ltd..O~EMLIL his chances. With his aunt's name as security for his sureties, he had no difficulty in obtaining respon- sible names. Everything being fully ripe for starting the project, he applied to the legislature for a charter. For want of a better alias, for it will not suit our purpose to give the true name of this railroad com- pany, as its present interests may be seriously affected by thus making an expos of its early history, we shall call it "Tun NEw YoRK CATFISH RAILROAD Co." Under that name it was duly chartered by the legislature. The stock list was rapidly filled up. The city of -applied to the legislature for an acf authorizing it to loan its credit to the road. By this means the company filled up the required $300,000. Before this was accomplished, however, the work of surveying, grading, etc., had been commenced, and steadily prosecuted. At this time, not a voice in any county, through which the road passed, could. be found to decry, or even doubt the success of the road. Land had risen twenty-five per cent. in value, and some sales had actually been consummated at, frightfully fabulous prices. Mordaunt carefully used every influence to obtain the assistance of the New York city press. Without that potent engine he well knew he stood little chance of disposing of his $300,000 worth of the stock. The time came at last for him to fulfill the condi- tions of his bond. He nerved himself to the task. The bonds of the company were made out. He wished to throw 1tie odium of the final collapse off from his holders, and accomplish the ruin of James H. Gris- wold. xv. Ahead-Back again. Two years had passed since Mordaunt first started upon his scheme of revenge. During that time he had made frequent visits at Aurora; had twice ven- tured to press his suit with Bell. Mr. Mortimer had become interested in the railroad scheme, and had invested .a small sum in the stock. He used every argument in his power to. change Bell's decision in Mordaunt's favor. Mrs. Mortimer was equally his friend. Bell was inflexibly opposed to him. Upon two occasions, during the second year, al- ready mentioned, Mordaunt had met Griswold and Melville at Mr. Mortimer's residence. Their inter- course had been characterized by the utmost of seem- ing friendship. Rides, sailing parties, pic-nics, etc. etc., well known as among the amusements of the country, had been enjoyed together in profusion, without an exhibition .of the slightest trace of that revenge which prompted James Mordaunt's every thought. Mr. Edgemonte, with his wife and daugh- ter Clara, were in Europe. Thomas Griswold was reading law with a well known firm in New York city.. George Melville was studying medicine at Pittsfield, Mass. Up to this time, Mordaunt had never intimated to 4 VF Q MELVILLE" t page: 98-99[View Page 98-99] 98 GORGE MELVILLE. Bell's parents that Griswold was her accepted lover In' this he had acted contrary to his aunt's, Mrs. Tryon's, advice. On several occasions, he had seen enough to satisfy him, that Griswold was, indeed, the preferred lover. At all events he could watch.. He could know. By any premature opening- of this subject to the Mortimers, he would be unable to bring to bear in his own favor the effect of Mr.: Gris- wold's bankruptcy The sowing was nearly ripened for the harvest. One month was to elapse ere. he would be called upon to fulfill his contract with the "New York Catfish Railroad Company." "Now, aunt, the field is ripened for the sickle; I start for Aurora to-morrow, in the evening train. You are to accompany me, according to promise. We shall stop at the city of Auburn one day. I desire to visit the 'Auburn State Prisoln.'" "Very well; that is all satisfactory. I shall be ready and willing. You well know, my dear James, I live only for your happiness." While Mordaunt and his aunt are pursuing their jaunt to the city of Auburn, we will take the reader back to Goat Island, at Niagara: lIt was evening of the day subsequent to Mr. iMor- daunt's departure for New York, after his interview with Frederick Mortimer, in the barber's saloon. A carriage was slowly passing through the various. winding paths of that island. Within it was seated a beautiful young lady. Her face, wreathed with smiles of sunshine, gave token of happy thought; the rich blood mounted from-her beating heart, causing the crimson, tell-tale blushes to reveal the proud af- fection with which she gazes upon him to whom s)1e }f 4.I t4 GEORGE 'MELVILLE. 99 has given her maiden heart, accompanying the gift with its pure and truthful devotion. Her fair white hand, freed from its tiny silken glove, was gently held by Thomas Griswold. Around her beautiful form his arm had gently entwined, and once again he fondly, ardently pressed the lovely being to his bosom, sealing anew his plighted vows. "Dearest, dearest Clara, how sweet this cup of happiness after so long a separation ! May kind Heaven grant that nothing shall ever disturb the quiet joy which now fills our hearts! How strange our meeting ! I wrote you from Clinton, that duty called me to accompany my friend Melville.- He has a noble heart. His health was failing, and go upon this Quixotic adventure without me, he would not. I had a sore trial between love and duty. His father wrote, entreating- me to accompany his son. Duty won the battle, and I wrote to you that we could not meet until the holidays." ."I wrote, dear Thomas, asking you to meet me here. That letter, with four pages of foolish affec- tion, awaits, your entrance upon senior dignity." "The dignity has not come yet ; true. I must not 'forget that fact," said Griswold, fondly pressing his beautiful prize again to his bosom. This scene is too sacred to be further revealed. Now that the reader has learned Clara's and Gris- wold's secret, we ask as an especial favor that it be kept a secret ; at least please, do not inform any of the per- sonages who figure in these pages. Such a revelation might create infinite mischief. page: 100-101[View Page 100-101] 100 GEORGE MELVILLE.E XVI. Who is Uncle Sam ?-Syracuse--Camillus-Junction-Auburn-A New York Lawyer obtains a Case (a hard one). " Tm old sinner, Jim, has burnt "up his den, and removed all traces. There's wagon tracks goin' to- wards the woods. -P'raps he ain't fur off." "What's best to be done, Bill ?" Wal, I dunno, Ike, We might sarch the woods fur the trail, Injun fashion;' but ef we don't find him, the laugh'll be agin us." "Ef we do, Bill, the prase won't amount to straws. Let's kind ar look, then go home. Ef we find any track, let's see where it'll come to, and then, when the reward is offered, we'll stand a-pooty fair chance ov makin' a strike." The above dishonest determination seemed to suit two worthies who carried the warrants of arrest against the bodies of John Halter, and his wife Sally Halter, the tavern-keeping friends of Melville and Griswold, Bob Shank, alias William Tibbles, and James Strigham, the two wounded men, who at this moment were groaning in the cave. After searching the woods a short time, the constables came upon the wagon track, where it had entered the wood. Care- fullyfollowing it, they traced the route of the robbers, for sinch we may as well call them, to the cave. After 1a tI i .4 A54 being fully satisfied that Halter would not move very soon, they left the wood without making an arrest. "We've treed the coons, Ike, and they'll stay treed for awhile. Now, let's wait 'till a reward's pf- fered," said the constable called Bill. Such a specimen of dishonesty on the part of consta- bles in the United States we say, with pride, is rare. The instance above recorded has had, however, its foundation in fact. We believe the remark will be within bounds, that honesty, efficiency, and prompti- tude characterize the American police. When it is remembered that the people rule in America, that the institutions of the country admit no landed mono- polies, that the agriculturist who owns ten, twenty, fif- ty, or a hundred acres, and their name is legion, holds equal power with him who can count his millions, the necessity for a police diminishes. Every land-holder is: in one sense a policeman. He is a law-abiding -citi- zen. He knows that his individual sovereignty is contravened whenever a villain escapes punishment. The great world abroad do not comprehend America. They cannot yet see the basis upon which her stabi- lity rests. Uncle Sam is a myth-a sprite-a wraith. He has placed his sons and daughters in a mighty caldron, into which a steady stream from the foun- tain of knowledge continually is running. True, fiery ambition, the scorching heat of contending pas- sion, the seething throes of jarring principle, whenever the quadrennial fires arouse the mass to a boiling tem- perature, rise upon the surface, simmering, snapping, spiteful; but° where the crisis seems to be fearful, " Uncle Sam" callsup "Mose," who,. mounting his "machine," orders the suction to be set in the reser- voir of coinmon sense, and seizing his trumpet, GEORGE MELPILLE. 1Q 1 page: 102-103[View Page 102-103] GEORGE MELVILLE- E shouts; "Play away, No. 1!" By the time the last departing steamer has borne the news of fearful commotion to luxurious halls, graced by prince, king, and emperor, " Mose" has put the fire out, and stands, with hat awry, half-drawn over his eyes, reu- shirt, pants rolled up, hands in his pockets, telling "as how No. 4 never wet her hose." * * * * * * "Where abouts, doctor, is the place you say them nabs was ?" " I met them in the woods, about half a mile from the road. They were making a mark on a tree as if to help remember some route, or I should have been seen. As they passed, I heard them say that they had 'treed the coons.'" "That means me, doctor. The cave must be 'vac- uated. Thy've followed the wagon track." Halter left the doctor to examine his patients in the. cave, and went out himself to look for foot- marks. He soon traced out the trail of the two con- stables. " Here 'tis ; and now, ef they catches this chicken they's welcome to give him a fancy neck-tie," said the tavern-keeper in soliloquy. * * * * * * * "Good bye, doctor. You'll git a signal at your house where to find me. It's hard to move them coves; but right's right, and they's got ter stand it. Doctor, here's that tother hundred, for you've saved my whole family from capitulatin' to the inemy on dishonorable terms this day ; and the money's your'n by right, on the ground ov extra work extra pay." The doctor, first taking the offered money, an- swered VI Ii j "I cannot accept this, Halter. You have already paid me more than my bill yet amounts to. Here; take it back." " No, siree! Every dollar would rise up in judg- ment agin me, and say, Why didn't you gin us to the doctor? that money's all extra! The tother hun- dred's ready whin the pashunts is konvaleesunt." After the doctor's departure, Halter set about making arrangements for leaving the cave. It was a work surrounded with difficulty; but at present we have other and more important threads to weave into the web of this history. Auburn never should have received the title of "City." It is a misnomer. The word city carries with it an idea of great business resource, activity, and influence. Auburn possesses but one of these attributes. There are few cities in the United States, of equal size, which possess greater business. influ- ence; but it is the influence derived from capital. Auburn is rather the lovely garden, equally adorned by nature and art. As a country home for the man of wealth, it is not surpassed in advantages. This allusion to a city, which is never visited by the stranger without similar comment, the reader will doubtless excuse, even though it is not pertinent to our tale. New York has three State institutions for the in- carceration of criminals. One located at Clinton, one at Sing Sing, and one at Auburn. The Auburn State Prison is justly called a model. No expense has been spared by the State government either upon judgment or experiment, to bring it into a state of perfection. Not that all judgment has been" wise, or all experiment successful ; but that the 102 103 GfEORGE MELVILLE. page: 104-105[View Page 104-105] 104 GEORGE MELvI LLE. policy of the State government has been guided to meet the wishes of popular sentiment. The people of New York have so often expressed their will in favor of conducting the punishment of criminals upon an enlarged policy, that their public servants have not been deaf to their commands. This needs no better or- more convincing proof than the record afforded by her session laws. But this history has only to do with the Auburn State Prison. * * * * :a * -a "Those vats yonder, aunt, are part of the great Syracuse salt works. It is said that all that is.neces- sary to obtain salt water, for miles around, in Salina and Syracuse, is to bore a hole into the earth some hundred feet, or more or less, and the briny water comes out, clear and sparkling." "That is remarkable. But how far are we from the city of Auburn, James?" "About twenty-five miles. Soon passed." "An hour more of this railroad monotony will use me up for a week," replied Mrs. Tryon; "but' what can't bb cured must be endured."' "'My dearest aunt, you are a philosopher, ipsofac- to, this time." "It's necessary to see facts sometimes; and the 'very deed itself' is now crowning me with hyper- fatigue.- That fact I see clearly." "Camillus !" shouted the brakeman.' "A pretty name for a village," added Mrs. Tryon; but, just now, if it were a paradise, I don't want to hear the fact. I should be for stopping the train, considering my mental and physical inquietude." "HlfWay House !" shouted the brakeman. "Why, how we fly! At this rate, we shall see GEO GE M.ELVILLE. I1 105 Auburn without expending our strength, after all," said Mrs. Tryon, looking out of the car window, at a huge pile of wood, which constituted height, length, breadth, and depth of the picture before her. "The monarchs of the forests, James, which once so mag- nificently adorned the view, now meanly obstruct it. 'The proud must have a fall.'" It would have been well for this lady had she, at that instant, listened to the "still small voice" which caused her for a moment to wander over the past; but, repressing a rising sigh, she threw off the Heaven-sent monitor, and once more an evil spirit wreathed her face with smiles. "The Junction !" shouted-the brakeman. "The name of this place is a word of good omen, James." "Yes, dearest aunt, I accept it such, but shall, nevertheless, put my shoulder to the wheel before framing a prayer for Jupiter." 1" Right," said his aunt, with a complacent smile. " Auburn !" shouted the brakeman. "Good !" responded Mrs. Tryon. "Give 'the brakeman my thanks ;" and she rose from her seat, as the motion of the car ceased. "Now, dear aunt, for some comfort." In a short time Mrs. Tryon was reclining upon a sofa in her room at the hotel. "Send up a little sherry wine, James; this tire- someness is not natural with me." "With pleasure, dearest aunt," said Mordaunt, glad at something to do to bring back his aunt's spirits; and he left the room. "Here, mother mine, is a cup which will rival the Lachryma Christi that Byron gave to the ; great 5* page: 106-107[View Page 106-107] GEOR GE MELVLLE.0 O'Doherty, at their chance meeting in Italy. It is not sherry, but it is excellent madeira, or I am no judge. I see Mr. Mortimer's name is on the re- gister." " What ! is he in Auburn ?" said Mrs. Tryon. "I must arouse from this lethargy. Give me another glass of madeira. There," said she, setting the wine- glass upon the table, "now unlock my trunks, and evacuate the premises, sir." Mordaunt left his aunt to her toilet, and,'retiring to his room, wrote several letters of a business cha- racter. He was thus engaged, when a servant brought word from his aunt that Mr. Mortimer was with hers The greeting between Mordaunt and Mr. Morti- mer was cordial. Mr. Mortimer was already under many obligations to Mordaunt, in matters pertaining to both his private and public business. Mordaunt had improved every opportunity to "act well his part," in all things relevant to the game he had started from cover. In a few days the axe would be laid at the root of the tree. One family would be ruined. "Cupid's dart will have sunk deep, if loss of pro- perty does not tear it from Bell Mortimer's heart," thought Mordaunt. Coexistent with this thought, Mordaunt smiled his, friendly recognition of Mr. Mortimer's polite atten- tion to Mrs. Tryon. "You cannot visit the prison to-morrow, sir." "(Why not, Mr. Mortimer ?" said Mordaunt. "Because, as judge at chambers, I shall sign an order of injunction, pending the decision of which there must necessarily be a stay of proceedings." 11 ij Y0 kr (v vff T .Cr ii. ;33 f {fir q il. r +a. Ftl a'! "r " Very well, sir. I assure you, frankly, I shall not advise my fair client to risk a process for 'contempt of court,'" replied Mordaunt. " Then I say, very well, sir. We all start for Aurora at nine o'clock and forty-five minutes to- morrow. When Mrs. Tryon is duly recruited, we will make a day of it, and visit the -prison." " Excellent !" said Mrs. Tryon. ".And what say you, Mr. Mordaunt ?" said Mr. Mortimer. "That there will be no necessity for the order of injunction to issue," replied Mordaunt. Early the following day, while Mordaunt was dressing for his breakfast, a servant brought him word that a man desired to see him. "Show him up, sir," said Mordaunt. The door of his room soon received a second knock. "Come~ in, sir," said Mordaunt, not going to the door. "Good mornin' to ye ! I'se early some, but the clerk said you was goin' in the nine forty-five train." "It is true, sir ; but your call is no interruption. Take a seat, and, if you please, let me know yoqr ,t object in calling." " My name, sir, is John Halter. I've' a leetle lawin' to do in York, and I didn't know but you'd do the business up for' me. To do it, though, you'll hev to let the company go to-day, and stay here till to-morrow." " I am afraid, in that case, Iwould not suityoi sir," replied Mordaunt. " I cannot very well post pone going to-day." At this moment, Halter passed :his right aaud t 106 I07 GEOtGE MELVILLE. page: 108-109[View Page 108-109] 108 GE"ORGE MELVILLE. GL across his forehead twice, having the thumb thrust between tyhe .second and third fingers. Mordaunit started for an instant, but immediately laid his right hand, with open palm, upon his left breast. Halter now, with a smile upon his countenance, pronounced the Latin word, "Experimentum." Mordaunt, assuming a friendly smile, answered to this, "Crucis." Together they mean "a double test." He then took Halter by the right hand, grasping with his own third and fourth fingers the third and fourth fingers of Halter's hand. Halter responded by grasping Mordaunt's left hand in a- similar way, and pointing, with the index finger of his right hand, towards heaven. "We may converse freely, Mr. Halter,"- said Mor- daunt. "P'raps you'd be kurus to know as how I know'd you fur one ov the 'Ever Faithful,'." said Halter, dropping his voice to a whisper scarcely audible, and gazing cautiously around the room. "No, sir, not at all. The 'Ever Faithful' have ears and hands, but they ask no useless questions. How can an Ever Faithful help his brother? You know probably my only connection with the Society' is as its counsellor and legal adviser in the city of New York." "Yes. Well, my business is about two young men iu New York. They shot two ov our best men about two years ago, and druv me out o' house and home. Bob Shank is one on 'em. He wants to find the 'haps. As they's big-bugs, he thought you'd know %." "What are their names ?" said Mordaunt. "Thomas Griswold and George Melville." kp7 y1 k Mordaunt was startled at' this unexpected answer. He instantly determined to hear more, before reveal- ing his acquaintance with-them. Halter detailed all the facts, which the reader already knows. In con- clusion, he said- "9Bob Shank swears them fellers shall pay for the cold comfort they give him and Stringham." "And he is right," said Mordaunt. "Such unne- cessary shooting ought to be avenged." Mordaunt saw here a scheme of revenge which he thought he could foster and guide, without making himself liable in any way, or his hand being seen in it. The gong sounded for breakfast. ."I can help your friend in this matter, and will do so. He is in no hurry. Give me a little time, say a month or two, and I will give him a scheme worth his steel." "That's 'nuff sed." "Request Bob Shank to call upon me at New York. Give him this card, and tell him to show it to me when he calls. My address is upon it. I see no necessity for remaining over to-day." " Oh, that's jest a quarter ov my business. Iv'e got a case for you to defend in New York. There's a feller as has been nabbed. He's in the Tombs. He isn't a member ov the order. I've had him in trainin' now three years, and whin he was twenty- one I was goin' to hey him initiated. . Ef I don't see to him, he's got no friends." "He must be attended to, Mr. Halter. I shall remain in Auburn. Such business is always first with me." "Good! your a trump, and no mistake. I'll go now." 4 m " GEORGE MELVILLE. 109 page: 110-111[View Page 110-111] 110 GEORGE MELvILLE. GEORGE MELVILLE. 111 "Come to my room after breakfast,"'replied Mor- dauit, as Halter was retiring. Mrs: Tryon went to Aurora in company with Mr. Mortimer. -NMordaunt was .closeted all day with Hal- ter, getting at and arranging the facts necessary to defend a young villain incarcerated in the Tombs at New York, for the criie of arson. It was a difficult case, but Mordaunt was the man for a difficulty. With his connections in a society of scoundrels, sub- ornation of perjury was an easy task. The following day, as Mordaunt stepped upon the platform of a car for the purpose of going to Aurora,. he met Thomas Griswold. The greetings of old friendship passed between them. "Another friend of yours is in the train, Mr. Mor- daunt," said Griswold. " AhI1 who is'it ?" asked Mordaunt. "George Melville," said Griswold. "Good! I must shake his hand," remarked Mor- daunt. "I have often recalled the days of Niagara, and our subsequent meetings have been very agree- able, at least on my part." " He is not alone," Mr. Mordaunt! "No'? Who are his companions ?" asked Mor- daunt.: "A sister, and a young lady cousin." "Where are they going ?" "To Aurora. They are not expected $" "What is the cousin's name '" said Mordaunt. "cFlorence Melwood. She resides on the island, Martha's Vineyard. She is thought to be a lovely girl. But where are you bound, Mr. Mordaunt? "To Aurora." Griswold did not reply, good! Clara Edgemonte had shown him Mordaunt's true character, as far as she knew it. Mordaunt 'noticed Griswold's ill- dissembled coldness, and immediately set down for the cause that Bell Mortimer had revealed to him that he was a suitor for her hand. "When have you seen Mr. M[ortimer ?" inquired Griswold. "Met him at Auburn, yesterday." "Where did he go ?" " To Aurora. We shall find him there. The family are all at home, I believe." Griswold now returned to his friends, accompanied by Mordaunt. 0 r 3 {. a ', { 7 T '4 ti 4 page: 112-113[View Page 112-113] 112 GEORGE MELVILLE. XVII. The Dinner Party at Aurora-The Telegram--Mrs. Tryon's Glance. "TmE dinner's on the table,'said an old colored woman, named Bess, to Mrs. Mortimer. Bess had been so long a servant in the Mortimer family, and had always directed the' arrangements of the table, that her presence was now considered indispensable to insure success in the arduous duties of the dining- room. "Ladies and gentlemen, that is all the bell we ever have rung in our family.; and, as I have learned by experience to know that Bess's quiet information is really meant as a peremptory order, I shall have to request you to immediate obedience." The dinner party at Mrs. Mortimer's, that day, was a brilliant affair. The persons interested in it were (we give their names as the entrie was accomplished) Mr. Melville and Mrs. Mortimer; Mr. Mortimer and Mrs. Tryon; Mr. Mordaunt and Bell Mortimer;' Mr.' Griswold and Miss Melville:; Mr. Fred Mortimer and Miss Melwood; ten in all. Dinner parties are the same the world over. Mrs. Tryon was here inR her element. She determined not to dufer the opportunity to pass without making an impression. Nor did she fail. Bell Mortimer was carried captive by her 'brilliant wit, and quickness at GEORGE' MELVILLE.113 repartee, polished by an unexpected store of general information. Bell felt proud of her acquaintance, and, unconsciously yielded to her a higher respect, if esteem would not be the more truthful term, than at any time before. Mordaunt read Bells thoughts, and exerted himself to eclipse even the brilliancy of. his .aunt. In this he could and would have suc- ceeded, but 'for an interruption. " A gentle'um is in the parlor to see Misser Mor- daunt," said Bess. "Excuse me Mrs. Mortimer, if you please," said Mordaunt. "C ertainly, sir. Shall not Bess ask for his name "No,I thank you. I will not trouble her," re- plied Mordaunt. "You wish to see Mr. Mordaunt, sir ?" said Mor- daunt, addressing a young man, apparently about nineteen or twenty years of age. " Yes, sir ! There- is a ' telegraph dispatch re- ceived at Auburn this morning after you left. As it was of an important character, the telegraph operator concluded to send it to Aurora without delay. - "I am very much obliged, sir," replied Mordaunt, breaking open the envelope. He read the following: "tNo. - WALL STREET, N. Y., 18---. "To JAMES MORDAUNT, ESQ. "Lose no time in closing with the company. Be in New York the 15th without fail, and bring the bonds. "Signed, POWER & LoFTUS." It was the 13th instant. The stock certificates to 4~ page: 114-115[View Page 114-115] 114 GEORGE MELVILLE. 115 GEORGE MELVILLE. the amount of $300,000 were already in Mordaunt's possession. "What time does the afternoon train for New York pass through Auburn ?" asked Mordaunt of the tele- graph messenger. " Four o'clock andfiffty minutes," was the reply. "Is your horse fast ?" said Mordaunt. "«Yes sir," was the reply. " Can I ride with you to Auburn?" asked Mor- daunt. "With pleasure, sir. I can bring you in time for the train, if we start immediately," said the messen- ger, looking at his watch. Mordaunt ran to his room, hastily packed his valise, and catching up his overcoat, returned to the parlor. "Put those in the buggy, and I will be with you in a moment," said he to the messenger. Going next to the dining-room, he requested his aunt's presence in the parlor. "K[ must go immediately to New York, Aunt Sarah. This dispatch will explain why. Burn it after you have read it. You need no instructions. Good bye. Expect me on Saturday or Monday." Saying this he departed. "Does your nephew not return to finish his din- ner, Mrs. Tryon ?" said Mrs. Mortimer. "No. He has already left for Auburn, en route for New York. His presence is demanded there on the 15th. He will' return to Aurora Saturday or Monday. "A sudden departure, truly," said Mr. Mortirner. "Very sudden," said Mrs. Mortimer. "Sudden and cool," said Griswold. "Business might take a ride over Niagara Falls before - would fee a railroad company at the expense of a dinner." Mrs. Tryon cast a quick glance at Griswold to dis- cover if there was any double meaning in this chance remark. Griswold noticed the glance.; but it made no lasting impression upon him. He afterwards learned how to explain it. * page: 116-117[View Page 116-117] 116 GEORGE MELVILLE. GEORGE MELVILLE. li Broadway, New York-James Mordaunt, Esq., at his Office in Wall street-Is he a Married Man? IT was a warm day in July. Broadway, the street of New York city, was filled with a swarm of the wild and sober minded, anxious and sedate, wealthy and poor, lovely and plain, fashionable and home- spun, happy and miserable, all classes, climes, and nations being duly represented. Integrity and vil- lainy, virtue and vice, momentarily jostled in unknown contact. At half-past nine, James Mordaunt pulled the check-string of a Fifth Avenue omnibus, and alighted from it opposite .Barclay street, mear the Astor House. Entering that hotel, he left some let- ters with the book-keeper, and immediately joined the throng of business men hurrying to discharge their various occupations. When opposite. John street, he was accosted by a man, who- evidently knew him; but whose face did not seem familiar. "Mr. Mordaunt,. I believe." "es, sir, that is my name.". "I've a little matter of bis'ness with you; and if you've no objections, I'll go with you to your office." 'My address is No.-- Wall street. You can call at 11 o'clock. I shall then. be disengaged. for a short ti:e,' replied Mordaunt. "Well, that will do." At the appointed hour, Mordaunt was greeted. in his office by the stranger. Taking him into his private room, he asked his business. "I've concluded,-Mr. Mordaunt, that Mary Sanders has got to have her rights." "Who are you, sir?" said Mordaunt, quickly, his face betraying sudden anxiety, becoming flush' and pale by turns. "It's of little consequence who I am. All that is necessary for you to do is to settle twenty thousand dollars on Mary Mordaunt, alias Mary Sanders, avow your marriage with her, acknowledge the legitimacy of your daughter Mary, and you won't be troubled any more byrme." "Mary Sanders! avow marriage ! settle twenty thousand dollars ! acknowledge legitimacy !" said Mordaunt, dwelling upon each word, and speaking in the utmost surprise. "You can dissemble splendidly, sir ; but I have no time to waste, as my ship sails on a whaling voyage, next week," replied his visitor. "You lie under some strange delusion, sir," replied Mordaunt, evidently very much agitated. "Well, if I must I must, that is all. So I will bid you good morning, and call upon some more honest counsellor for the necessary redress. Take notice, young man, justforty-five thousand dollars of as hard earned money as any master ever lanced out of sperm whales, in five voyages, will pay lawyers' fees to give Mary her rights. It isnow four years since Molly bid her hard-fisted uncle good bye. She was then a pretty girl, and jut like bei another. That'smy his= page: 118-119[View Page 118-119] 118 GEORGE MELVILLE. ter. You've played the game very nice with the girl; but now you've got her uncle, Joseph Horton, to set- tle with. For your present comfort in the mutter, I will add, Rev. John Furnace, who lives at No.-. Washington street, in the city of Brooklyn, is now ready to swear to the identity between James Mor- daunt and a young sailor named Jack Sanders.. Good morning." "Good morning, sir," said Nordaunt, with a cool- ness and suavity which surprised honest Capt. Joseph Horton. -He had supposed his threats would frighten Mordaunt ; but he had yet to learn the character he was dealing with. About one year before James Mordaunt graduated from college he made the acquaintance of Mary Wil- cox. She lived with her mother in a small tenement in Brooklyn, N.Y. They derived support from their needle, and the liberality of Joseph Horton, an old bachelor, Mrs. Wilcox having lost her husband. Mordaunt first met Miss Wilcox at a small masque- rade party. He was attracted by her beauty, and deliberately planned her ruin. In all the visits he made the poor girl, he went disguised in the charac- ter of-a common sailor. In the course of a few months he won Mary's deepest and holiest affection. Th e mother strenuously opposed Mary's marrying until, her uncle, Captain Horton, should return; he being then upon a whaling voyage. Mordaunt finally persuaded the artless girl to marry him pri- vately. The marriage was duly performed by Rev. John Furnace. Mary Wilcox, by this means, became Mary Sanders, alias Mary Mordaunt. Of course, Mary's ruin was an easy task. In a few months she became the deserted wife and young mother. Mor- daunt bad conducted the marriage so skillfully that Mary had no trace by which to discover the clergy- man's residence. The ceremony had been performed at a small house of ill-repute in New York, hired by Mordaunt for the purpose. Mordaunt had supposed the man who performed the ceremony was not a clergyman. In this he was mistaken, if, indeed, the laws of New York State required one to make a mar- riage valid. He had been duly married, and by one person his villainy was known, and a note made of it. Two months after the birth of her child, Mary Sanders, for such we 'shall call her at present, was walking up Broadway, when, in front of the City Hospital, she met James Mordaunt, and in the fash- ionable young mein recognized her husband. Mor- daunt also recognized her, but coolly walked on. She ran towards him and caught is arm. He hastily and roughly shook her off, and mingled in- stantly with the crowd. Mary, in terrible anguish, the fot blood coursing through her veins with light- ning speed, felt her head whirling and her eyes growing dim. She struggled bravely against this torrent of bitter woe, but not successfully. She sank upon the walk unconscious, for the moment, of her existence. Kind Heaven relieved her soul of all its sorrows, to prepare it anew to cope with trial. One eye had seen Mary's grasp upon Mordaunt's arm. "Jacob, stop the carriage ! I wish that young woman to ride home with me." Jacob obeyed the request of Clara Edgemonte. With some difficulty he penetrated the crowd which had instantly surrounded the fallen woman. Obtain- ing the assistance .of some bystanders, using threats and entreaties, he succeeded in placing her in the I G}EORC, E MEL"V:ILLE. 119 page: 120-121[View Page 120-121] 1.20 . GEORGE MELVIL LE. GE3O2G MEVL4iE. 1231 carriage. Clara then ordered Jacqb to drive away from the crowd. When opposite a drug store, she had some restoratives brought, and Mary soon he- came conscious. Jacob now drove rapidly home. Clara used her kindest efforts to sympathize with the deeply-afflicted girl; for Mary, although a mother, was yet only nineteen years of age. By earnest entreaty, Clara succeeded in winning Mary's confidence. She told her story, and, in return, learned from Clara the name of her destroyer. Clara, at this time, knew Mordaunt only by sight and 'repute. Mr. and Mrs. Edgemonte were in Europe. Clara was alone, and obliged to act for herself in the matter. She ordered Jacob to, go to Mary's residence and inform her mother where she was, and that she would not return until the following day. She also commissioned him to ask J. S. Taylor, Esq., a lawyer with whom she knew her father had business connection, to ride up with him immediately. Clara knew nothing, ofwait- ing. To will was to do with her. At a late hour in the afternoon, Mr. Taylor called. After hearing Mary's story, he told her the case was almost hope- less. She might bring an action against Mordaunt on her own testimony, but it could not be main- tained without further proof. He advised her to wait and watch. He took a note of the case, her address, etc., and gave her his promise that he would use every exertion to discover the requisite proof. He sought the students of the college, questioned them, endeavored to trace Mordaunt on the night of thy marriage, etc., etc., but°all to no purpose.. The plane of Mordaunt had been so skillfully woven that they denied unravelling. He finally gave np the pursuit, and advised Mary to bide her time. In this condition, the matter had remained up to the hour when James. Mordaunt so suddenly left Aurora, on the receipt of Messrs. Power & Loftus' telegraph dispatch. 4x 22 - 2 .2 -- page: 122-123[View Page 122-123] n2 G RG4E, XLVYXL LE 123 4 XIX. Rev. John Furnace-The Funeral-The Lawsuit-The Catfish Railroad Stock at a Premium. AFTERn Captain Tiorton left James Mordant's office, he went immediately to J. S. Taylor's law ... office, and gave Mr. Taylor an account of his inter- view with Mordaunt. ie is a cool one," said Mr. Taylor, clipping his thumb nail with a pen-knife. "We shall have to bring an aci'on against him. I think, with Rev. William Furnace's testimony, and the hope kindlel by this anonymous communication, we shall be able, with Clara's and Mary's testimony, to make out a clear case. Well sir ahead and draw on my bankers fog he sinews of war. I will stay home one voyage if it is necessary," said Captain Horton. "1That will not be necessary," replied the lawyer. ,* * W6 leave Mr. Taylor making his arrangements to tinustice for ary Sanders, aias Mai-y Mor- da, u .. and look in to see what Mordaunt hE been plotting._== " ev oh.Furnace, No. Washington, street, Bro"lyn.YThanks,,Captain Horton, you have i~eieednie ecedingly ,,bythat lastremak"si Mordaunt, in soliloquy, stepping lightly across the office, and taking his hat. Going into the main office, he said to a clerk- " Mr. Loftus will be here at twelve o'clock. Give him this bundle, and tell him I shall call at four o'clock precisely." "Yes sir," replied the clerk. Mordant went immediately to his aunt's resi- dence He there assumed a disguise, and proceeded to Brooklyn.: He called upon Rev. Mr. Furnace, and carefully noticed everything about the house and premises. His business, he said, was to obtain his services at a funeral, in case he should be disap- pointed by another clergyman.. Mr. Furnace readily agreed to the arrangement. The funeral he in- formed Mr. Furnace, would be held the next day at five o'clock, r.m The burial would take place in"' Greenwood Cemetery. "Xow," said Mordaunt to himself, as he walked down Fulton street to Fulton Ferry, we "will see about getting a party of the 'Ever Faithful' 'to attend this funeral. If there is not a coroner's in- quest on the body of Rev. John Furnace, it will be because the said body does not show itself." At twelve o'clock noon the next day, Mr. Taylor gave the papers requisite for commencing legal pro- ceedings to his clerk, .to obtain "admission of ser- vice," at the suit of Mary Mordaunt. "Take thesepapers, and serve Mr. Mordaunt with a copy of them to-morrow morning," said Mr. Taylor. " Yes air" rAt eleven blockp on the following d aM it received the papers, and gave "due adinissio i. ao their r service," w ith a stsidbtironical smile. GEO O GE ME L V ItL LE. its page: 124-125[View Page 124-125] tir1 ' _t, ih iS yF.' t 'rt _ 1 'V _: j 11 1, n a fS't L' -' Y ' G 1 t c - , JJ " i 1. _I , 7 Yj t ~ , v .i - Z , _ - X a T3 m playing around the corners of his finely-shaped mouth. The clerk, after he had obtained the admissions, left the room. "Well, Mr. Shank, it stms there was a funeral yesterday afternoon at Brooklyn. I see by the pa- pers that the clergyman who officiated .at that fune- ral did not return to his home. 'Fears,' say the papers, Care entertained, that after the procession returned to the city, Mr. Furnace, who, preferring to walk home, had dismissed his carriage, was foully dealt with by parties unknown. As yet, no clue has been discovered by which to unravel the mys- tery'" " That seems to be quite satisfactory, Mr.. Shank," continued Mordaunt ; "and now, as one good turn deserves another, I will give you my advice about, one of the young men whom Mr. Halter mentioned to me. The Griswold you speak of resides at No. -- Fourteenth street, New York. My advice to you is, make a night visit to the house; effect an entrance; gather what seems worth carrying away, and set fire to the remainder." Good I" said the villain, known as Bob Shank ; "that will fix one of theau You don't know the other?" "No," replied Mordaunt, "not as yet. I will let you know what I discover, however. Call on me Friday, as I leave the city Saturday, or Monday, at the farthest." " Mr. Loftus," said a clerk, opening the office floor. Show him in, sir, if you please," said Mordaunt, tthesame time bidding "Shank" good morning. Good morning,IMfr. Loftus," said Mordauntaris- ing and greeting one of the firm of "Power & Loftus," brokers, with his most winning smile. "You are prompt." "A very easy task, Mr. Mordaunt. With you for a general, most any stock might go at a high figure. We have disposed of seventy-five thousan. at 110 for first-class paper at thirty days. That nets you $7,500. But that is not the best of it. James H. Griswold has finally offered 109 for $200,000. Wright & Pierce, by his order, sent an agent to examine the affairs of the "Catfish Company." He has returned, tnd reported it' as a splendid investment. Shall I close with 1091? The balance of the stock Power & Loftus will take from you at par, for cash, in place of charging you commissions." "Very well," said Mordaunt. "You may close the bargain ;" and Loftus retired. Two hours afterwards, he again entered Mordaunt's office. "There, Mr. Mordaunt," said Loftus, "are eight notes at thirty days for ten thousand dollars each, and one for $2,500. Total, $82,500 ; and there are seven checks, amounting in the aggregate to $219;500. There, sir, is ' Power & Loftus's' check; for $5000. Grand total, $327,000.' Griswold took our $25,000 at 112." "Very well, Mr. Loftus; I shall have more work for you soon," replied Mordaunt. "We shall be very happy to attend to your orders, air. Good afternoon." Mordaunt was now alone. He looked upon the evidences of capital which lay before him; but, not eventhe $27,000 profit could divert his mind from the plans yet.to be laid to acemplish the ruinf Mr. G-E O4 EGE M-ELVILLE. 2 144 125 GEOIGB -MELVILLE i f t .i r ', ' 'r page: 126-127[View Page 126-127] 126 GEORGE MELVILLE. Griswold. If Mr. Griswold should throw his stock into market immediately, of course he would realize nearly, or quite the amount of his outlay. "-Give me one week the start, and if a dollar of the Catfish Railroad Company's stock or securities sells iiNew York,:I will buy it at par," said M[ordaunt, rising and opening the door which led to his princi- pal office. "Mr. Johnston," said he to a clerk, " go and ask Mr. Hoskins to call up here." " Yes, sir." In ten minutes Mr. Hoskins entered Mordaunt's office. The secret grips which passed between John Halter and Mordaunt in Auburn, now passed between Hoskins and Mordaunt. ".Mr. Hoskins, have you heard of the Catfish Railroad Company-?" said Mordaunt Yes, sir; some of your planning, I believe." "Yes," said Mordaunt. "Well, I want the stock of that company to find 'buyers scarce."' "I comprehend. You want to buy low," said Hoskins. " Just. so.," said Mordaunt. "Can you do it ?." "How soon ?" "One week at the extent." "That's quick work," said Hoskins. "Not for a man of your genius," replied Mor- daunt. "My check for one thousand dollars is ready for you, if at the end of a week that stock is below fifty. It stands to-day at one hundred and ten at private sales." "The offer is very fair, and without the money you should have my services; but it will cost more than that sum. I shall be obliged to employ consi- derable help " GcEoI 'E MELVILLE. Say no more," interrupted Mordaunt. "Name the amount at once." "Three thousand may do. If I want more, I will call and see you." "Send a telegram to me at Aurora, if you need more. I leave for that place to-night," said Mor- daunt. It was nearly five o'clock. His work wa finished. As he handed Mr. Hoskins his check for three thou- sand dollars he said to himself, "That money is well invested if it brings me Bell Mortiner for a wife, even in a pecuniary point of view." In an hour more he was on route for Aurora. /, page: 128-129[View Page 128-129] °2i GEORG~E MELVVILL .. xx.V Arrival of the Liverpool Steamer-New York Firemen-- Griswold's Heroism-The Catfish Railroad Stock falling-Trouble. IT was five o'clock, r.M., as the loud booming signal gun reverberated over the lew York Bay, announcing the arrival of an "ocean steamer." In a short time the magnificent craft would moor at her pier, and send forth from her bosom the sons and daughters of every nation, to tread the soil of free- dom; to mingle with the sons' and daughters of the- Republic; to bask in the sunshine of liberty. And the noble vessel, too, has united loving hearts. See, careful observer, is not that meeting, friend with friend, a foretaste of the joys to be felt in a more enduring world? Canst thou pen the unwritten poetry which sounds from among that happy group, in sweetest numbers "With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of summer's ocean ?" ry it. 'Twill do thy heart a service, and prepare hee better to appreciate that meeting on 'the deck. No yes but thne and Heaven's have looked upon 3o jys-the eager crowd know not the, greetigs of' thaoe loving hearts. Some years agone,. that G0EOGf MEL VI LLE -9 happy pair were pledged to love. The bright affee- tions of their youthful hearts then' turned to gaze upon the rich beds in love's beautiful garden, bear- ing with healthy growth those rarest plants gathered from every clime, confidence, self-sacrifice, heroism, virtue; and giving forth as a rich and swift-pervad- ing perfume, the faith which fathers holy thought., " Your pass, if you please, sir," said a man at the gangway to Thopnas Griswold, as he went on board the Liverpool steamer. "All right I" In a few moments Griswold and Clara Edgemonte had met after a separation of nearly one year. We stop the pen while the first few moments of their happiness pass by. * * * * *-* "Where, dear Clara, are your father and mother?" " The mother is not far off," said Mrs. Edgemonte, entering the richly-furnished, so to -speak, drawing- room of the steamer. "I have been looking' for you, Mr. Griswold, but gave up the chase, and deter- mined to be very dignified and let you find me." "Here comes father," said Clara. Griswold turned and met Mr. Edgemonte half way. " All well in America, Thomas? You see wife and Clara show frr themselves ; a voyage does them good," said Mr. Edgemonte, cordially shaking hands with Griswold. The meeting between' Clara and Griswold wasa happy one. His visit at Mr. Edgemonte's residence that evening, was prolonged into the hours ofnight. "Clara, I am going to propose a visit to Aurora, elvile, his sister and eousinimade a short ist there last week. They have goefra week t page: 130-131[View Page 130-131] 30GEORG 'MELVILLE. Niagara, and will return to Aurora next Thursday. There goes the City-Hall bell! Somebody's property is in danger, and perhaps life. Fires are so common in this great pity that we forget to sympathize with those who are called upon to face the destroying "True ! This time, Thomas, the fire seems near by," said Clara. Just. then the flames, heretofore pent up by the walls and metal roof, burst their barriers, and spread over the night the twilight of a brilliant sunset. That fire cannot be very distant," said Griswold. "Clara, I will go and see where it is. Good night! Expect me at ten o'clock to-morrow. Griswold hurried up Fifth Avenue to Fourteenth street, that being the direction of the fire. As he turned the corner, he saw that it was his own home which the tortuous, serpent-tongued flames were rap- idly licking, with unrelenting satisfaction. He saw too, that all which human effort could accomplish, would be the preservation of contiguous and sur- rounding. buildings. Griswold's thoughts, and our pen recording them, acknowledge a wide difference in their motive power. His energies were instantly aroused. To find that-his father was safe, was his first' object. He was soon gratified in this respect. lie then thought only of the safety of families living adjacent, and the preservation of their property. To this:work he energetically devoted himself. No one, under such an excitement, can tell what good an energeticiul may accomplish until he has essayed the trial Like a skillfully educated general, Gris- w soug opt the heads of the Fire Department, and itod iced himself tothem. Otaining the counte. GEOR G E MELVILLE. 131 nance of their orders, he sent parties of men to every room in the adjoining buildings,leading on the bold and daring and pressing the idle into the ser- vice. He also cautioned one and all whom he met, to be cool and steady. "Broken furniture is as well burnt," was his motto, wherever he discovered the least carelessness. He aroused, too, the fast accumu- lating force of policemen, to a more active sense of their duty. It was not half an hour before every fireman, and policeman on the ground, had seen and approved some act of Griswold's, and become infused with his determined energy. Nor did he leave the work half finished. When the imminent danger: which had threatened the surrounding property was past, he turned his attention to the firemen, who, without hopes or expectancy of reward, at the risk of life and limb, had bravely and so successfully, fought their fearful enemy. Going from house to house, he aroused the inmates to prepare and send them refreshments, an attention too often forgotten in times of similar peril. Mr. Griswold, the third day subsequent to the fire, entered the office of' "Messrs. Wright & Pierce, Brokers." "What success, Mr. Wright, with the 'Catfish Railroad Stock?"' said Mr. Griswold. " None at all!" Some unaccountable cause has made, everybody afraid to touch it. We have not sold a single share. The friends of nearly every rail- road security in market have become opposed to the Catfish.Raiioad management, in advance, of any public sales of its stock." Mr. t*iswold, although surprised at this' report, betrayed no uneasiness. H'lie. bought the stock fora page: 132-133[View Page 132-133] ' pr n investment originally. He knew its u uld fluctuate. He knew also, that if he gidd succeed' in carrying it through, eventually he, would realize handsomely. The stock was paid for. He had sufficient to ineet all his current expenses, but for theloss of his house. To build as he desired, vas now out of the question, unless he could realize on the Catfish Railroad stock. se had lost his house and furniture, upon which there was no insurance. The cause of the fire lie had not been able to ascertain, but believed it to be the work of an incendiary, as nearly all the valuable silver in his house was gone, while some trifling articles 2i1y were saved. He still had thirty thon- sand dollars, which he had intended for his son on his wedding-day. But lie hoped to realize upon his stock. Day after day passed. The reports from his agents were unfavorable. The day for his son's wedding gradually approached.. Unless he could sell hie stock, the wedding, he determined, should not go on. Thomas was already admitted to his profession; but, ets he had no income from its practice. Early one evening, while he was forming a plan to meet the difficulty, a little billet was placed in his hands. It proved to be a notice of protest on a bank note for a large sum, upon which his name was written as first indorser. 'Well! Misfortunes never come single," said Mr. Giswold, calmly, and like a man who has learned to look upon the world merely as a place for prepa- rafion to enter a better. Two days after, a fire oc cured among the shipping on the East River, and a arese neaby Mr.4dswold wag totaly destroyed. Theihsirnce cotay Igoved insolvent. the quas. I; tion with Mr. Griswold was, no longer, shall the marriage be postponed? It now became, "shall I make an assignment for the benefit of my creditors ?" By this time the Catfish Railroad Company had expended their resources, and the directors, who had made extensions beyond their capital, called a meet- ing of the stockholders to consult upon the best method to be pursued.. It was determined to sell the road to some new company for the amount of the old company's debt. This of course made every dollar of the original stock and securities worthless. An action at law was brought against Mr. Grisn, wold, by the bank holding his name as an indorser. Before an issue could be had, however, Mr. Griswold made, an assignment. On the same day, Thomas Griswold wrote the following note and sent it to Mr. Edgemonte by a servant. NEW YOE, -, 18--. MY DEAR AND RESPECTED SI:o You will learn, by the usual channel, that to-day, my father has been called upon to make an assignment of his property to satisfy his creditors. This event makes it incumbent upon me to assign to you the hold I have gained upon your friendship. I rejoice this sad event has happened in advance of my anticipated union with Clara. While my heart remains the same, my judgment leads to this missive. Yours, respectfuly, TAoMAs F. Giswow. 4 ' J ;,. page: 134-135[View Page 134-135] GEORE GE MELVILLLAE XXI. 4 Short but Interesting. "CLARA, come into my study, if you please," said Mr. Edgemonte to his daughter, the morning after he received Thomas Griswold's note. "Yies, dear father," said Clara, running in advance of his slower pace, and opening the door for him. " When have you seen Mary Sanders ?" "She called to see me three days after we returned from Europe." t"iTid she give you any good news for herself?" "es, sir. Mr. Taylor had found testimony enough to go to law with." The" reader will recollect that when Clara first Made the acquaintance of Mary Sanders, her pa- rents were in Europe. As soon, as they returned to the United States, Clara informed her mother of the cidmstances connected with Mary. Mr. Edge- monte was not informed of it until Mordaunt and his- daughter had become acquaintances. He then inves- tigated the story, aid came to the conclusion that Mary might be mistaken. At any rate, he advised Clara to base no action upon the story except so far as regarded her own associations with Mordaunt. 'That will do, dear Clara, and now here is your first realtrial in life. You must bear it like an Edge- I i , f 1834 i f fj monte. I have just returned from an interview with Thomas's father. Mr. Griswold has been obliged to make an assignment. Thomas yesterday sent this note to me. There ; you may read it." When she had finished the reading, looking up with a smile, she said: " Is that all, dear father? You have enough for both." "No, Clara, not all. Thomas is too proud to ac- cept Clara Edgemonte's hand for the purpose of liv- ing upon her bounty." Clara turned her gaze from her father's face, and a thoughtful, and gradually-growing sorrowful expres- sion spread over her face. "I have already made the offer to Mr. Griswold to assist him out of his difficulties. The principal cause of his ruin is the New.York Catfish Railroad Com- pany. All the old stockholders have been allowed to come in for double stock, by paying fifty for one hun- dred of stock. I shall secure Mr. Griswold's venture by taking $100,000 of the new stock. This he con- sents to my doing. Eventually it will put him ,on his feet. I am not so fortunate with Thomas. He says you must settle the question, ' will you wait his wish?' What says my Clara?" " Yes, ten years, and will go write him to that effect now." "Go, Clara, go. - I am proud of you." 135 GRORGE MELVIL-LE. :1 page: 136-137[View Page 136-137] 13O6 XXT. A pail on ayuga'Lake before Breakfast-Thermometer thirty degrees below Zero-Two Miles a Minute under a fair Wind-Bell Mortimer takes an observation-The Surprise not a Surprise-The Race Tome---.The Ice-boat too much for the Horses-The Runaway-The Rescue--Love told without Words---Death cheated of his Prey. Tm reader will please retrace his steps in the order time, to the last week in December, during George Melville's senior year at college. Hill, mountain addale of westei'n New York were "clad in robes of :eec white." The inventions of Fahrenheit read went, twenty-five, and even thirty degrees below zero, from day to day. King .Eolus had opened his bag, and let loose the howling blasts.. Tree, shrub, d bush:had .close-reefed all ther sails, mindful of season. Nature was not caught unprepared. e a watchful mariner, she presented bare poles to the gale. 'This is a biting cold morning, Tam," said Mel- a hey issued together, from their room to ob- tmamorning repast. . indeed," responded Griswold,'buttoning his shaggy - ercoat more closely around his chin, and bmyiig his hea within the soft fur of his coat-col. Myifnthis, literally speaking a chattering-box, Ta.s" _ (!4 E -O B GB _ Mai iiI L V ML E a i ,. ,, f t t t GE LGEORGE MELVILLE. i 157 "Yes; .I hear the teeth rattle. You would do the old song, 'Shivery, shivery, ho, ho ho ! the man that couldn't get warm,' to perfection." Breakfast over, Melville, valise in hand, might have been seen walking rapidly towards Clinton vil- lage. H3e obtains a horse and cutter. Crack goes the whip. "Tam, write to me from New York. Good-bye." In. an hour's time, Melville was at the Utica depot, waiting for the eastern train going West. The time for its arrival had already passed. "Two hours behind time, as I'm alive I" said Mel- ville, looking at his watch. "Yes, sir ; and it will be two more before the train comes. . It is snowed in between here and Schenec- tady," said a railroad official, with whom Melville was on intimate terms. At three o'clock, r.u., the train came along. Two locomotives were attached to it, draggingbut three cars. The locomotives were covered with icicles, and hard packed snow, an ocular proof of the struggle they had gone through with against time. Time, with his cohorts of ice; snow and frost, had beaten- the iron horses by four hours, in the race from Schenec- tady to Utica. "At last I am aboard," said Melville, getting as close to the car stove as his fellow-passengers would allow. At every five or ten miles, sometimes more frequently, the train was obliged to halt, and all hands turn to and fight the mountain snow drifts with shovel and scoop. Many of the passengers vol n- tarily assisted in the labor, lthough always against the vihes of the railroad officials. "Whoa! Safe at last Ind Melville drew a 1ag page: 138-139[View Page 138-139] 138 GEORGE MELVILLE.M breath, stretching out his almost frozen limbs, and throwing his hands back and forth rapidly against his shoulders. "Shall I take your horse, sir ?" said. a boy. "Yes, put him out ; have him well rubbed down immediately. Put on his blanket, and let him stand without eating," responded Melvill6. In a few moments he was warming himself by the genial fire of mine host of the Aurora House. "What time do you have tea, sir ?" inquired Mel- ville. " In about an hour." "Very well, sir. Put down a plate for me, and give me a room, with a good fire." Then, taking his hat, he went to the barn to see his horse. "Boy ! how goes the horse ?" "rine, shure, yer honor." "Have#you rubbed him down ?" "Be jabers ! an' Ihev',.sir." "Well, then, here is a quarter for you." "Thank;ye. Shure an' I'll rub him agin if ye spake the word." "No;. he will do now. Do you know Mr. Frede- ick IMortimer ?" Yis; an' he's the finest gentleman in 'Rory, barren' his father and Misthress Bell." Taking a card from his pocket, Melville handed it to the boy, with a smile at his ideas of a fine gentle- man in he person of the lovely Bell Mortimer. "Take that card and give it to him. Say the gen- tleman who sent it is at the Aurora Hoteh" "Yis,.sirs" Jst as the supper bell was sounded, Frederick i4rier entered the hotel-. " Good ! I waited at Auburn yesterday for you over five hours," said Fred. "Business called me home, or I should have remained until to day. Bell is not at home. She is at her aunt's, about six miles south from here. We will try and catch her at Aunt luldah's, taking breakfast. To do it, you must rise at just a quarter to six. They breakfast at seven. Aunt Huldah is a well-regulated clock. You can always tell the time of day by her daily meals." "Does Bell know anything about my visit," said Melville. "Oh, yes ! but she is a queer specimen of woman- kind; does just as she chooses. When I told her that you had deigned to accept my invitation and spend the holidays with me, she gave a regular round of applause ; clapped her hands magnificently, and made believe give me a kiss.- I wouldn't put up with that as a finale, and so placed my arm in posi- tion and stole the reality. 'There,' said she, '"Mr. Impudence ! for that error of poor human nature I shall go and make Aunt Huldah a visit, and spend a week. You have issued orders without a council of war, and now, please, attend to the wants of the new recruit yourself.' True to her word, she had her little pony put before her cutter, and left an hour before I awoke yesterday morning." "Capital!" said Melville. "Let us have the morn- ing ride by all means. We will make her a call, lut positively set our faces against her coming to Aurdia to interfere with our bachelor living." "We must not allow her to'*mourn for our absence, though," said Fred. "She has run away, 'tis true; but she is pretty familiar with her brother's inability to get along well without her. Now for our quar- GiEORG}t MEL'VTLLE. X39 page: 140-141[View Page 140-141] 140 G°RORGE IELVILLE. ters. Boy, carry this valise to Mr. Mortimer's resi- deuce" Tis, sir; thank ye,"said the boy, as he caught the quarter Fred tossed him. At six .;clock the following morning the two young gentlemen were ready for their ride. "Melville," said Fred, "I have made a change in the programme." "Tery well; what is it? I shall not object," re- plied Melville. "The ice on the lake is smooth as a mirror, and perfectly safe; the weather looks steady; the wind blows just right for a sail either north or south. With the breeze we have this morning, we can fetch Aunt Huldah's in just about seven or eight minutes."_ "By what magical wand," said Melville, "do you expect to change winter to summer, that we may sail on the Oayuga this morning ?" The question is-easy of solution," replied Fred. Those-of our readers who have never seen one of the ice-boats which are common upon the inland lakes of western New York have yet one thing to feet wonder at, if they do not express it. Should they dare the trial, they will conclude that steam does not yet equal the wind s a propelling power. Two miles in a minute have been done by a gentleman who resides not far from one scene of ,this story. The managementof an ice-boat is.very simple. It is so constructed that it obeys most of the laws .which govern wind navigation. Next to the bal- on, a sailin an ice-boat is the most exciting experi- 4mentof travel. For the balloon part of this remark, solely upon descriptive education. benMelvillehohad accompanied Fred, Mor- I timer to the ice-boat, yaw the singular looking craft, he turned in mute astonishment. "The manly skippers down on your sea-clad isle, Melville, have deeds wondrous and daring to relate; but I can show them all a trick with that craft." Sayingthis, he put the sail in trim and took the tiller. Instantly, as the wind filled the canvas, the boat shot from the land like a ball from a piece of ordnance. Melville fairly trembled at the frightful speed to which they attained. In about the time specified by Frederick Mortimer they had passed the six miles. As they neared the shore, Fred ordered the sail to be gradually lowered, thus reducing the speed of the boat by degrees. " There, Mr. Melville, can you make your affidavit that we are over six miles from our bachelor home ?" asked Fred. "No, indeed," replied Melville. "This must be the craft Baron Munchausen mistook for an eagle when he rode to the north pole, and ran against a frozen cloud." "Very likely," replied Fred. "Now for a charge upon Aunt Huldah's, breakfast. We will take the back entrance and rouse them in primitive style, as in days when log walls and a single room on the ground floor were considered luxurious." They were approaching the house. "Ha ! ha !" laughed Fred. "How Bell will pull my ears! It won't hurt them much, for theyfeel the effects of that six miles in no time at all. All I care for, however, is that they shall not be found frozen." Let the reader go with us to Bell Mortimer's apart- ment, in her aunt's hose, on this frosty morning. GEORGE. 11ZELYILI.E. 1 . page: 142-143[View Page 142-143] GEORGE ESLVIrLE. GEOGE MELVILLE. .42 Lt half-past five o docl , Bell awakened from a. peacefulslumber. "No sluggard shall I be this morning !" said she. Rising hastily, she threw on a morning dress, and turned her attention to the stove. In a few moments, a bright fire rewarded her industry. Practical,. wasn't she ? "Now, Master Fred;" said she to herself, "if you dare come here this week, I will kiss you until you Will be glad to let me alone for the future. Ha ! ha! I wonder what Fred said when he found Pony gone. There is a sail! -Fred ! as true as I live ! Yes, and' that young whaler from Martha's Vineyard.' I should think he might stay at Martha's Vineyard, and not. come here to trouble Aunt Huldah's Vineyard." She took her aunt's large telescope, and satisfied herself that the ice-boat was really Fred's. Then, laying it aside, she ran to the kitchen, and changed materially her aunt's orders for breakfast. "Hurry, Jane!' Don't let Aunt Huldah know anything about my interference, though," said she to the servant. Putting her own hands to the work, the table was re-set in five minutes. Bell then flew to her room, .nd, in a time 'which, we fear, will appear almost imcredible to the mass of our lady readers, she was arrayed in most exquisite morning costume, appro- prate as it was rich. She then went to her aunt's room, who was just about leaving it to proceed to the kitchen; for the purpose of making the final arrangements fortthe -breakfast. "+ dear aunty ; you'mustnot leave your room in that costume. It does not compare well withr mine," and Bell kissed her aunt good morning. " Oh, this will do, child," said her aunt. "No! it won't do at all. My orders are impera- tive, and you know, Aunt Huldah, you will have no peace unless they are obeyed. I promise to tease you for two days, unless you make an instant change. I shall see to the breakfast." "Very well," said her aunt, smiling affectionately upon her favorite niece. "You shall be gratified." Her aunt soon arrayed herself to suit Bell's most fastidious taste. She now descended to the dining- .room. "Why, what are you- about, Bell Mortimer? All my best breakfast-set !" "Of course, Aunt Huldah !" replied Bell, laugh- ing, in high spirits. "Don't you think they match well with our morning costumesI Your dress is beautiful." "I am really afraid you are fast becoming a spoiled child. I shall talk to Brother Benjamin about this." "No! no ! Don't youtell pa!" Bell and her aunt took their seats, Bell at the end of the table, as carver; her aunt poured out the coffee: "Here, Jane, hand this cup of coffee to Miss Mor- timer," said her aunt. At this instant, a noise was heard in the kitchen. " What is that, Jane?" -said Bell's aunt. "Go and see who are in the kitchen." a Yes, ma'am !" and she started to open the kitchen door. In this she- was anticipated by. Fred Motier. :11 143 t 1 ; "r f { . ''i r :+ t i, page: 144-145[View Page 144-145] 144 / GE! RGE MELVILLE. Goodmorning, Aunt Huldah!" said Fred. "Good morningrun,=away I" "Good morning, sir," said Bell, rising from her seat, and assuming the dignity of a hostess, who is aboutto do the honors of her house to strangers. "It is rather cool this morning. You have taken an early start.. Ah, Mr. Melville," said she, with a most bewitchingly provocative smile, as much as to say: Gentlemen, I have outwitted you. "There, sirs, are seats for you at table ; as soon as you can appear in a presentable condition, I will introduce youto the lady of the house.". Her aunt read the solution of Bell's wishes in regard to her dress. She also saw that Bell was acting a part, and determined not to mar it by any unhappy interference. She remained quiet and seated. The gentlemen divested themselves of their heavy garments. "Shall I not do the carving, Miss Mortimer $" asked Fred. "Indeed, sir, you may, on your own fortune, but not on this meat. Mr. Melville, allow me to present you to my aunt, Mrs. Thompson. Aunt Huldah, this SMr. Melville, of whom you have heard me speak. Mr. Mortimer, I believe, needs none of my services, as he is acquainted with Mrs. Thompson. Mr. Mel- 11e allow me to present you with this plate. You xn:ust have gained an appetite by your morning t e." ILcan assure you I have and will accept the plate, with many thanks, Miss Mortimer," said Melville. Mortimer, is: not managing ice-boats rather labtoiuo$ ?There, sis3 is a plate for you, wellfiled GEORGEl MELVILE. 145 Do you intend to continue your journey to-day $" said Bell. "I shal be guided by circumstances; and, in reply to your first query, it is agreeable rather than laborious. The ren'ark intervening between the questions demands my Very humble thanks. In reply to the last query, allow m to say, I am obedient to my companion." "It was Fred's turn now to enjoy tell's confusion. She blushed in a very inteesiing, impromptu style ; but, rallying, she dropped her assumed dignity, and welcomed the young gentlernenwith a warm heart, which contrasted well with the cold comfort of their, ride in the ice-boat. At four o'clock P.M., Mrs. Thompson ordered her horses, two spirited animals, to be harnessed before a new double sleigh. "Now, gentlemen," said Mrs. Thompson, "you may go back to Aurora as you came, and get every- thing in readiness for visitors; myself and Miss Mor- timer purpose taking tea with you, and spending the night." " That's cool !" said Fred, laughingly. "Very, Mr. Mortimer," replied his aunt. "It matches with the weather, sir. Good bye. John, let go of their heads." Mrs. Thompson was a lady who, possessing all the sentiment of woman, gave proof of masculine cou- rage. Her life in the country had schooled her in the management of horses. A drive with the beauti tiful span of shining black five-year-olds, was her greatest pastime. "They have left us to work our' passage home, Mr. Melville," said Fred. "Yes, sir; and, judging from the merry jingleof 1 : U i, z S rfR'c ,d .' page: 146-147[View Page 146-147] Jk. 146 GEORGE MELVILLE. their sleigh-bells, we will have to lose no time to be at Aurora in advance," replied Melville. "Now for it, then I The wind has freshened since morning, ppt the direction is all right," said Fred. In fewer moments than it- takes to record the fact, Melville and Fred, as if by magic, were safely at Aurora, awaiting the arrival of the ladies. Melville, looking at his watch, remarked- °"They must be here now in about twenty minutes. I will take a walk, and meet them." "As you please,". said Fred. "I won't answer for their condescension in recognizing any way- farers." " I would not, if I had a certain friend for a com- panion,"-replied Melville. " As you are so much en- gaged, I will risk the condescension, and go." Suiting the action to the word, Melville started. He walked briskly through the main street-in fact, Aurora has but one street worthy the title-until he had reached the open country. Near this place, the road descends into a ravine, making, of consequence,. a hill to. descend and a hill to climb. When he had walked about half-way down the hill on his side of the ravine, he heard a cry of terror coming from the road beyond the opposite hill. Of course, he could not see from whence the cry proceeded. He deter- ned; however, to hasten his steps, and to this end, wasabout pressing his hat more firmly upon his S d, preparatory to running down into the ravine. this :instant, a span of horses, which he recognized as Mrs. Thompson's, came over the brow of the op- posite hill, wild with fright, and at the top. of their speed. For an instant, and but for an instant, a film Massed over his eyes. The next, every energy of his -,i Ell a ,7 ej 1 ti yr ' f t et{ 1 f S r iJ _ G EORG E MELVILLE. ~ 47 soul was aroused to a wild but determined resolve. The pace at which the infuriated animals descended to the ravine, was indeed frightful. Melville uttered one prayer that the sleigh might not be dashed in pieces against the railing of a small bridge. "Thank God they have passed that bridge !" He now recognized Mrs. Thompson and Bell. Onward, and up the hill, the maddened animals came; thQ ascent, seemingly, had no-effect to abate their pace. Melville stood exactly in the centre of the road. He determined to stop the animals, or lose his life in the attempt. He saw before him a slight pitch-hole.- Advancing to it, he stepped a pace out of the path (in jockey parlance) of the"" of horse." When they had arrived within ten or fifteen feet of his position, he turned, and began running up the hill, keeping his eye upon the horse nearer to him. The animals were soon abreast of him. By. a quick but sure and firm grasp with his right hand, he seized one of the reins about a foot from the'bit; at the same instant, he threw the whole force of his body against the side of the horse, and grasped, with the left hand, his mane. The pace now became tremendous; with almost superhuman courage and strength, Melville succeeded in gaining the back of the off horse. The task before him was one, which, even in this position, was attended with difficulty. To upset the sleigh was almost certain death to its occupants. To pull: upon one rein would certainly do this. After sever vain attempts, he succeeded in gathering up tie lines. This accomplished, the rest of his task was comparatively easy. Several men had by this time appeared upon the scene. They grasped the horses by their heads, and cried to Maelville to dismount. page: 148-149[View Page 148-149] GEORGE MELVILLE. Melville; gave no response. One of the increasing crowd, going up to Melville, attempted to, assist him to dismount. To his astonishment; Melville was per- fectly uncoiscious, and, but for this assistance, would have fallen to the ground.. Both Mrs. Thompson and Bell, although uninjured, except from a terrible fright, had been led into the nearest house. As yet, they knew nothing of the circumstances attending their safety. Mrs. Thompson was handing Bell a glass of water, when the door opened, and several men bore Melville into the next room. Bell and Mrs. Thompson were now sufficiently re- covered from their fright to learn the particulars of their rescue. " Who is that ?" said Bell. "What has hurt him ?" Has that man been injured by the horses ?" said Mrs. Thompson; is he seriously hurt ?" These and other questions of like import were asked in quick succession by each, in short and nervous accents. No one present could tell the name of the wounded man. All they could learn was, that ie was a stranger.; had been seen walking down the road only a few moments before ; and that, at the peril of his life, he had stopped the horses and ap-. parently, at least, saved them from a horrible death. Both Bell and, her aunt were anxious to enter the room and render assistance. But they were prevented by some.gentlemen, who informed them that,, at present, ladies could be of no service. "A few moments more, Miss Mortimer, and the surgeon will have set the bone," said a bystander. "Has he a broken bone ?" said Mrs. Thompson. "Yes, ma'm," answered the bystander; Is right deg broken below the knee." 48 ,,; .r s .4 's . i u 9 Si 'd, F- i } 1 t . l - , 4". ' ?i' ! Y, SU; i fir' ' K ' t' 'Z'' t , _ -'fir t L 3 = h Hs r}} yp vS t G ,y r «, h N J 4 ' x Y } 4 S ;i^}: ai ' GORGE MELVILLE. "Who is he? Do, do let me go to him!" -said Bell. "The horses are all safe, Mrs. Thompson, and so is the sleigh," said a boy, coming into the room- "Thank you, sir," said Mrs. Thompson. "Iyam glad they are safe; but I would rather have lost a dozen horses and sleighs than that this gentleman should have been injured." A groan from the wounded man reached the ears of the ladies. Bell was in a state of the most acute trial. Such suffering from one who had risked his life to save her from a terrible destruction, was indeed a bitter, bitter trial. Bell at that moment truthfully, sincerely, from her heart of sympathy, wished that she had been the one to suffer. By this time curiosity had been somewhat allayed. The surgeon ordered the room to be cleared. With the exception of one or two persons, this was imme- diately done. Can Miss Mortimer and Mrs. Thompson see their deliverer, Dr. Bond ?" said the lady who was the unasked but willing hostess of this unexpected com- pany. "Miss Mortimer! Mrs. Thompson! Why, Mrs. Jewett, are they the ,ladies whose lives this gentle- man has-saved ?" said the kind-hearted surgeon. "Yes, sir; it was Mrs. Thompson's blacks? Some- thing about the harness gave way, which frightened the horses." You may present my compliments, Mrs. Jewett, and ask them to come in." "Thank you, doctor" replied Mrs. Jewett Before Melville, who would have prevented their entrance, could be heard Dr. Bond's message had 149 page: 150-151[View Page 150-151] 150 GEORGE - MELVILLE-'.O M been delivered, and the door was immediately opened. Mrs . Thompson was first to enter. Advancing, she took Melville's hand, and, without recognizing hime reyes suffusing with tears, she spoke her thanks and sympathies in short and broken sen- tences. Melville could have endured all but the. tears. A woman weeping for him, was not what he had been accustomed to.- The effort to endure them evidently troubled him. The doctor saw this effect, and hastily warned the ladies to be short in their visit. Bell, advancing as Nirs. Thompson retired, also failed to recognize her deliverer. She took his hand and was about speaking, when their eyes met. Mel- ville's gaze, at first, was lighted- by the keenest rays of a soul which has learned but too well to love where he deems another seeker has found the jewel. As Bell became conscious that George Melville lay upon that couch of suffering, like lightning came the thoughts of the past;. the dreamy thoughts ; the un- bidden presence in hours of reverie ; the flitting pic- tures of his manly form; his darkly beaming eye ; his rich-toned voice ; his respectful watchfulness for her comfort;. his graceful, manly ease; his nobleness of soul, evinced by his every word and .deed; she felt at 1aat moment that happiness on earth for her must come from. George Melville's love. Her eye was a faithful tell-tale to Melville for what, since he frst met Bell, he had not dared to hope, even in secret. A rich blush suffused her temples. As, the soul-spoken truth that Bell Mortimer loved him struck the answering chord in-Melville's heart, the indices of pain and suffering vanished from his face; his eye / kindled with a flame of purest joy; an angel's peace had fallen upon his brow. A smile, which told Bell Mortimer better than words, that in health or suffer- ing, wealth or poverty, life or death, henceforth he lived but for her, flitted over his countenance. Fondly pressing the soft, white hand which had remained in his grasp, he carried it respectfully to his lips and imprinted thereon a kiss of holy love. Bell gently, but to Melville's keen perception, unmistakably, re- turned the pressure. Again his eye told her of his love. Forgetting those around, her soul kindled with sympathy for his suffering, gratitude for her life, and the joy of a new and indescribable happiness. She knelt by his couch of pain and 'imprinted upon his manly brow the seal of a devotion which from that instant was never broken. 'George Melville whis- pered in her ear : "May God watch over thee, dearest, dearest trea- sure-! Bell's eyes were suffused with tears. She 'turned to Mrs. Jewett, and in a soft, but steady articulation, said: "I cannot thank him now ! let us return ! another time ! he must rest!Y Doctor, you vill remain here over night with me? Mrs. Jewett, please send a messenger for my brother, Frederick. I can never repay your kindness !" " Don't speak of that," said Mrs. Jewett, herself wiping the warm tears from her own eyes with her clean check apron. "I can tell you tales of kindness, sympathy, aye, and free purse strings, from your great grandfather down to the poor woman who wore the new cloak to church last Sunday morning, made by Bell Mortimer's own fingers. You didn't GEORGE MELVILLE. 151 ' 4 t 't L } =a" , , it? page: 152-153[View Page 152-153] GEORGE MELVIL4 -11 53 159 GEORGE MELVILLE. do that so still as you thought," said Mrs. Jewett, the teas flowing afresh iii spite of herself. Bell turned away to hide her confusion. Bell Mortjmer had left her aunt's one hour before with a joyous spirit. Through life she had gambolled over hill, dale and valley--no crags-no mountain gorges-no rocky heights, had obstructed her path- way. Time had gently lifted his sickle above her, while gathering from around her home, recruits for the heavenly hosts. Friends and faithful had watched her from infancy. Hitherto, earth had no joys for her, except in a "father's smile," a mother's love, and a brother's confidence. Her father was the sun- light ; her mother, the moon-light; her brother, the shield' from every storm and tempest. To father, mother and brother she was the "Wabun Annung-the star of morning." One short hour, and how changed ! She had perilled existence. The portals of heaven had been unlatched, and one bright- ray of glory had flashed therefrom. The angel harps had ceased; the expec- tant host in the seraphic choir had watched, with eager love, the fiery steeds of earth, ready to make heaven's arches ring anew when her spotless soul should preach its angel home.. But "Time," with hoary lock, looked again and again over the instruc- tions which he dare not contravene. The page was blurred. Uncertain in his task, he Turned back, with restless wing, And gazed on heaven's throne, From whence he e'er has flown, Where sat her God and King. t r' Y t q. aft 3Y, Not yet! not yet !" the angel trumpet, respon- sive to that gaze, rang forth. Turning his eye again upon the fiery steeds, the Old Man, with the single lock, thus spoke: "Beautiful daughter of earth, finish thy task ! For a season, I pass thee by." f page: 154-155[View Page 154-155] GEORGE MEL MLLE. EL 155 XXII Plans for the Future. A LTrrrLE after five o'clock, Frederick Mortimer entered Mrs. Jewett's house. On his way, he heard several reports in regard to his sister and aunt. He was prepared to find them injured; how much, he dreaded to learn. The transition from' anxiety to joy at their. safety, caused his heart to leap. He clasped Bell to his arms kissing her again and again. "Bell!" said Fred, "you perceive run-aways do not prosper. Take warning from this, and never strike up arun-away match. Always consult your brother, in future. How is the pony to get home ?" "Fred, dear Fred !" said Bell, "I cannot bear even the pleasantry of joy at my preservation. You have a duty to perform towards my preserver." ".A duty? What is it, Bell? Who is your pre- server " "George Melville, Frederick. He has risked his life to save your sister's. He lies in the front parlor, suffering terrible pain from a broken leg. Dr. Bond says his right leg is broken just below the knee. He also says he has a severe flesh wound."' ;Frederick Mortimer's levity instantly vanished.: He went to his friend's bedside., "George, I can, now, only thank you for the lives of my sister and aunt," said he, taking Melville's hand. Melville smiled upon Frederick-his answer. his smile seemed to say, "Frederick, even life would have been well spent if yielded for such a cause." " We must look this sad event sternly in its face, George. I am glad this occurred in Aurora, where our efforts to sympathize with you cannot be refused, or joined in. Dr. Bond, can Mr. Melville be re- moved to my father's residence ?" "Not at present, Frederick." "I fear we shall have to force upon Mrs. Jewett what, to her, will be a burden," said Frederick. "I require no urging," interposed Mrs. Jewett; "the very necessity would make the duty a pleasure, if, indeed, I owed nothing of sympathy, who have re- ceived so many proofs of kindness from your family, Mr. Mortimer."' "'What can't be cured must be endured,'" said Frederick. "One thing is certain, George will be the gainer, now that he~has lost his locomotion for a season. A better nurse than is Mrs. Jewett don't live in Aurora." "You judge from hearsay, Frederick," said the lady in question. "Public opinion, Mrs. Jewett," replied Fred. " Which often manufactures character to order," said Mrs. Jewett. "This time, if I am a judge, my friend Melville found it ready made," said Frederick. "Such as it is, he will have to abide by,"said.Mrs. Jewett; "There ! is that more comfortable, Mr. Melville ? Let me moisten the bandages once more." 1 .x.64 GEORGE MELVILLE. page: 156-157[View Page 156-157] "Thank you, Mrs. Jewett," replied Melville. "Now he must have rest. No more talking," said Dr. Bond, " I prohibit it." That night, Bell, Mrs. Jewett, Frederick Mortimer, and Dr. Bond watched over George Melville. Some days passed before the'surgeon deemed it safe toremove Melville to Mr. Mortimer's house. It was done at the earliest moment practicable. Up to this time, both Bell and her brother had remained con- stantly at Mrs. Jewett's. If duty demanded this, the duty was certainly fully performed.J It was a clear star-light night, about a month sub- sequent.to Melville's injury, that Bell and her brother Frederick might have been. seen in the front parlor of their father's house, sitting upon a sofa drawn before a graterfull of glowing Scranton. "How is George, Fred ?" said Bell. "Quite comfortable ;" replied Fred. "Where did you obtain that beautiful bouquet, Bell?"- "From the B-.k Nursery at Auburn," Fred. "Those flowers are welcomed up stairs. Bell, I gant to ask you a home question. You need not answer it unless you choose." " I have no secrets from my brother," replied Bell. "Bell," continued Frederick; "has George Mel- ville taken advantage of circumstances, to turn your gratitude into a warmer sentiment ?" "lHe has. not, Frederick; but, forgive me brother, in not speaking this from my own impulse, his love i mine and it is reciprocated." "When did he speak this Bell ?" "ihas never spoken- it, Frederick." "Never?". . ,. GEORGE. -, MELV ILLS. I xL t 3 It i "lHe is too honorable to ask my heart as a proof of gratitude." "Are you engaged to each other ?" " We love, Frederick. This is mutual; but, no words have passed between us on the subject. If; our lives are spared, George will become your brother Fred. Trust me that he has not transcended the sphere of friendship in this matter." "Well, and what of Mordaunt ?" asked Fred. "Father can never have his wish gratified.in his behalf," replied Bell. "Suppose he demands that you marry Mordaunt.," " My brother will shield his sister !" "Suppose, if he dare not make, such a demand, he does prohibit a union with Melville ?" asked Fred. " Then he will see his daughter droop and die"- and Bell nestled her cheek in her brother's bosom. The throbbing pulse, the contracted brow, the earnestness of truth, but no gathering tears, told Frederick Mortimer, that Bell's were not idle words. His sister's happiness was. really, at stake; perhaps her life. He knew his father and mother better than did Bell.. He knew they were determined upon Bell's union with Mordaunt; and, while he feltthat his father would never actually force Bell to his wishes, Bell could not marry another, with his con- sent. As he informed Bell of this, he advised her to keep her own secret at present. "George must graduate and study a profession before you can be united. There is no necessity of borrowing trouble in advance. Again, Bell; if father and another are informed of this, and oppose you for Mordaunt's advantage they will make Mordaunt their confidant, and thus set a 'bitter enemy at'work 6GEO RG E M IUV IL L. 157 page: 158-159[View Page 158-159] 158 GIE ORGE MELVILLE. to ruin George Melville. This must be prevented. If we can keep entirely this visit and accident from father and mother, it would be better. We will try to, and if they discover it by accident, they will set t down to our-own fear of frightening them. They not return until some time in March. How for- tuiate, Bell, I have never mentioned the affair in my Washington letters! But we must not forget our patient. Good night, Bell. I approve your choice. If that will bring sleep to your heavy eye-lids, I shall feel a conscience clear." (We may as well here inform the reader of Hon. B. F. Mortimer's reelection to Congress.) "It will, dear brother! Call me, if necessary." Kissing her brother, Bell retired to her pillow, but not to sleep: a presentiment of coning evil "cast its shadow over her souTl" making thought to glow with intensity. The' first week in April, Melville, accompanied by Frederick Mortimer, although yet unable to use his right limb; went by easy journeys to his home. His history, sinceJanuary, detailed to Melville's parents by Frederick, caused a sensation indeed. But the battle :had been fought and the wounded .cared for. Sympathy and sorrow were rendered,, therefore, un- welcome. The joy of Melville's parents at his preser- nation mingled with the pride which naturally would flow:from sith an exhibition of true courage and. manhood. In reply to repeated queries from his father, George always insisted that he never knew when or how he .had broken his leg. The only hy- pothesis he offered on the subject was, that after he had caught hold of the horse's mane, his:right leg miight have struck upon the road. 4 *1 i i[ i i C i i 4 l xxIV. Commencement Day at Hamilton College-William Hastings-How a Clerk in New York City may obtain a Partnership. "WELL, Tom, we are together once more, all safe within the precincts of 'Almd aMter.' Sincere thanks are due for all trials endured on my account. And you say my absence has been voted necessary by the august Faculty ; so that in the August month I shall obtain my sheep-skin, in common with the class of 18-." "Yes, George," replied Griswold, "but I have been a miserable dolt about everything, else. I might have suspected you had broken your head or understanding, and were too proud to acknowledge it. A little exercise of mother wit might have ex- cused me from college duty for the months of Janu- ary, February and March, ini attendance upon your broken leg. " True ; anithen you would not have gained the honor of having become, late in life, a reading man," replied Melville. "There goes the chapel-bellt lEx- cuse me to the professor, on the plea of indisposition to all upoi him. I go to dream-land instead of recitation." On the 27th of July, subsequent to the above con GEOROGE MELVILLE-. 15 f" page: 160-161[View Page 160-161] 100 QfEOREGE ' MELVILLE. versation, the village of Clinton, in Oneida County N. Y., was thronged with visitors from all parts of the United States. We do not propose to give the reader a description of the exercises at a college com- mencement. However interesting such a theme would, doubtless, prove, it has no place here. A little circumstance, however, occurred on the occa- sion referred to, which, although very trifling, was important in its results. At 10 o'clock, A.M., a pro- cession, consisting of the college students, members of the Faculty, alumni, distinguished strangers, citi- zens, etc , was formed in front of the Clinton Hotel, preceded by a band of music. "Ah, ".Iimball! Here at last !" said Thomas Gris- wold to one of his classmates, whose arrival he had been anxiously looking for. "Yes; I am here physically, but absent mentally," returned his classmate. Mr. Griswold, let me introduce to -you a young friend who has come on to ridicule college life, -and exalt the barter- and sale of trade," said Kimball. "With pleasure," replied Griswold. "Mr. Griswold-Mr. Hastings." "I am happy to make your acquaintance, Mr. Hastings," said Griswold. The young man, to whom Griswold was thus intro- duced, was apparently about eighteen or nineteen years of age; small in stature, having .lack hair falling drom his temples in graceful curls, black eyes, a regular set of teeth, of exqpisite mould and whiteness, eye-brows heavy and black, and,; com- plexion clear and brilliant. Young Hastings acknow- gedged the attention of Griswold with some constraint, or;apparent reserve, which proceeded 'from and r; i s 9 tr Ff GEORGE MELVILL. 161 accorded well with his youth. The impression he made uponpCriswold was favorable. Griswold, how- ever, at the time thought no more of him. They did not again meet in Clinton; but his peculiar, almost feminine beauty, caused Griswold to bear away Hastings's features upon his memory. Two months subsequent to this incident, Griswold was a law student- in New York city. While passing through Barclay street, one pleasant morning, whither he had gone on behalf of-his- employers, to obtain a clue to some facts- necessary to be proven in an action at law then pending, he was suddenly accosted by William Hastings. "Good morning, Mr. Griswold," said Hastings. "Ah, my friend Kimball's companion of Com- mencement Day. I am very happy -to meet you. When did you arrive in New York, sir?" "Yesterday. I came by the Albany boat," replied Hastings. " Do you remain in town long? Call and see me, if it shall prove convenient. My address, after 7 o'clock, r.at., is No. Fourteenth street, or No.- Wall street, during business hours. Have you decided between study and work ?" "Yes, sir. I am looking for a clerkship, in some importing house. I have two offers already, but they do dot please me fully. I have a large country acquaintance, but find that a clerk in an importing house needs an extended city acquaintance among the heavy jobbers,; in order to command a large salary. That I lark." "And that, 'my young find, I can give you, and will do so with the greatest pleasure," interposed, Grisrwold. "Get a good place to domesticate yone page: 162-163[View Page 162-163] 162 GEORGE MELVILLE. self, and rely on me, Hastings, for the acquaintance and situation both. We will seek the situation first, then attend- to making the acquaintances, and, in s inaonths, or a year, you can offer your own terms as to salary, provided you are a worker. You are young, but I will hope you will show an old head upon young shoulders." The plan here marked, Griswold immediately set himself to work out. In this he was successful beyondthe young man's best dream. He obtained for him a clerkship in one of the oldest and best import- ing houses in New York, and in six months had introduced him to many of the best jobbers in the city. At the end of one year, Hastings, by steady and earnest application to business, through Gris- wold's patronage, became an efficient salesman, and commanded a salary at once of fifteen hundred per annum. Business in the larger cities is done on the prin- ciple which the learned SA, in his political economy, calls "Division of labor." Importers, jobbers, and retailers are alike merchants. The importer brings the foreign merchandise. This he wholeales to the jobber. The jobber, in turn, wholesales it to the. retailer,,. through whom the merchandise finally reaches the consumer. Besides this, there are jobs bers of exclusively American fabrics and iainufac- tures. In this case the home manfacturer holds the relation of an importer towards the jobber. A very few houses combine the three phases of the merchant. To accomplish this position successfully, forms the. exception to the great laws which govern trade, and the instances are rare. - As the resources of the United- States become more fully :developed, such GEORGE MELVILLE. 163 instances will, doubtless, become unheard of. The atmospheres wont mingle. William Hastings, before he came to New York to seek his fortune, had learned what every merchant should know, viz., the duties of a clerk in a country retail house. -"Energy, integrity, perseverance, fru- gality," had been his motto, when, at sixteen years of age, he became a clerk. It was instilled into him by his father-a farmer (in rustic parlance) considered by his neighbors to be "above board." He had now been engaged nearly eighteen months in his new capacity, and had formed a friendship for, Griswold' which, planted in gratitude, sprouted and grew upon a soil enriched by the noble motto which guided all his actions. Early in April, the following year, he called upon Griswold. "Good morning, William. I am really happy to see you at this particular hour, for I have got an attack of ennui," said Griswold, as Hastings entered, his office, at No. - Wall street. " Good morning, Mr. Griswold. I have come in tol say good@e to you." "Good le ?---and what for, pray ?" said Griswold. "I have planned a little trip for my own improve- ment. Although my employers are men of thrift and great experience, still they buy a great many goods which are unsalable. There is some radical mistake about all this, and I have determined to attempt a solution of the problem, and, if possible, get at the true answer. We have between thirty and forty thousand dollars invested in goods which must go at fifty per cent. below cost. True, it is a small item, compared to the sum total of our importations; .but I believe a loss of twenty thousand "dollars, in page: 164-165[View Page 164-165] G-EORGE MELVILLEi . 1l5 G]34ORG]B EL YI.LLB. this way, is wholly unnecessary. Our profits for the ye arfoot up about two hundred thousand; but they might, i4 my judgment, have reached twenty thou- sand more: I have about three hundred dollars extra now, and propose to take a trip South And West, endeavoring, on the way, to obtain a knob- ledge of the state of the country ; what sections bid fairto prosper next fall; what kind of fabrics they will require; what are the habits of society in the thrifty-looking counties; what will be the prevailing fashions there; and, finally, to determine approxi- mately the amount of, goods which the thrifty sec- tions will require, and the proportion, according to taste, fashion, education, and habits, between goods intrinsically valuable, and goods which show valua- able, but, intrinsically, are cheap. There is a chart ,of the South and West ready for my figures. What do you think of the plan ?" "It is good !-capital! Success to you, and draw on me if you want more means," said Griswold. The following day, Hastings left New York, upon his projected tour, having obtained leave of absence sufficient for his. purpose. He unfolded his plan to none but Griswold. The success which rewarded his efforts transcended his happiest anticipations. He arrived again in New York, late one stormy night. Onthefollowing morning, he asked of his employers a private consultation, laid before them his chart, gave a history of his trip, and marked, the conclu- sions he.had arrived at. Those experienced men, from their long acquaintance with.travel, felt that if Castings' judgment had been good, the conclusions hedrew must be'of practical advantage. After two days' consultation, they informed him of their resolve to give his chart a trial. At all events, they argued, the risk is small, for a loss of twenty or thirty thou- sand dollars will be but a continuation of past his- tory. Their purchases were made as to quantity, quality, and variety, according to the ratio indicated by Hastings. This was a new principle, of action in that house. Hitherto, their stocks had been pur- chased to suit all parts of the country ; now they had in store only such goods as Hastings had prophesied would be wanted. The question to be solved was, has Hastings judged well of the country?- When the fall season was over, the following three facts ex- pressed the result. Their shelves were almost empty; their losses, by failure of jobbers to meet their pay- ments, were not worthy an entry on the account of profit and loss : William Hastings had laid the foun- dation of his fortune; for, at the end of two years, when only twenty-one years of age, he became, a junior partner in the house, and the duty of princi- pal buyer was assigned to him. He now spent nearly all his time in travel, visiting. every part of the United States, and going twice each year to Europe. The second venture made upon his judgment was even more successful. As each season was con- cluded, rival houses envied the bare shelves of Blod- gett, Johnston, Hastings &' Co., and scolded their own salesmen for their want of skill in selling goods for which there was little call. z 1 s page: 166-167[View Page 166-167] - GEOGE MELVILLE. 167 166 GEORGE MELVILLE. Xxv. A Friend in Need. WHEN does the next steamer arrive ?" said Thomas F. Griswold, about an hour after his father had placed his signature to the instrument assigning all his property to his creditors. "I am not 'certain what day she is due, Thomas," replied his father, speaking in a half absent-minded tone, and heaving a deep sigh. Thomas Griswold leaned his head upon his hands, and for a long time both son and father were engaged with their own thoughts. Thomas was first to break the silence. "Father," said he, "I am going to be absent an hour or two. If Mr. Edgemonte calls, you know what to say."- "Yes, Thomas. I would not care for the property, if it were not on your account. You, Thomas, are all I have to remind me of the companion of my youth-the wife and mother in heaven. It'is true, Thomas, you have not lost a wife; but I know your heart, and that it is broken." "Not until my father has reaped some fruit from his son's energies worthy the reaper's scythe nthen : then there will be time to think of Clara Edge. Monte. She will be true to,. me! and more-hix 4 father will, be true to me. But accept nothing at his hands. 'There he comes now." And Thomas hastily left the room, and then the house, by the basement exit. Taking an omnibus, he went to the counting-house of "Blodgett, Johnston, Hastings & Co." " Mr. Blodgett ?" said Griswold. "That is my name, sir," said the senior partner of this firm, looking over his spectacles and placing himself in attitude for listening to Griswold. "Mr. William Hastings, I believe, sir, is a mem. ber of your firm." " He is, sir." "Will you tell me when you expect him to ar- rive in New York ?" "He will be here in the evening train from Al- bany." "I thought he was in Europe, sir," said Griswold, very happy at this information. "He returned to America three weeks since, but has been in Canada during that tie." Griswold sat down and wrote a short note, which he addressed to Hastings, and took his departure. At an early hour the following day, Mr. Hastings entered his counting-room. . All the partners were to be present, to listen to a report of his trip. One of the most important ventures ever made by. the firm was to be discussed. Mr. Blodgett was. the last to arrive. As he entered, he took Griswold's note -from a letter-rack and handed it to Hastings. The partners engaged in general conversation while Hastings read;the following: uMY DEAR FRIEND: "NEW Yoir,18-- "1 must see you the first moment practicable. Call at No. WTall street. THoxIAs F. GRISWOP." I t rf t 1 . : yr! , t * t ' ° " ' S..': FstM. page: 168-169[View Page 168-169] i8 GEOIGE MELVILLE. GEOGE MELVILLE. 169 Hasvrga turned to his partners, and handing then the notesaid- " ewillhate t& postpone our consultation for an hour., I mst maIe that call." "Whiy, that is the son of James Griswold, who madean assignment yesterday," said Mr. Johnston.} "Has James Griswold assigned ?" said Hastings, looking' up o the company with an earnest anxiety. "Yes. Does he owe you anything. "No,; but I do him, or his son rather." And iHast ings seized his hat, leaving his partners so suddenly' that they were lost in bewilderment. Opening the front door, he hastily called loudly to one- of the porters- " John, tell Mr. Blodgett I shall return or send him a note in an hour.- * * * * * * * " Mr. Griswold," said Hastings, as he entered his office, " what is it about this assignment? *Tell me, my dear friend. Has your father been ruined ? and how?" "Yes;, he has made an assignment. His assets will not meet his liabilities. I will give you a history of the whole affair. He made an invest- ni- ent-'" ---- "Is the story a long one ?" interrupted Hast- ings. " I may detain you an hour," replied Griswold. "Very well; one, or two, or the day if necessary ;" and seating himself at a table, he hastily penned a note to Mr. Blodgett postponing the consultation for he day, nd requesting him to remain at the store- ready for service if he should want him. thing that affects the firm, but somethus which affects my friend, detains me," was the con- eluding passage of his note. It was nearly noon when Mr. Blodgett received a second note from Hastings, requesting both him and Mr. Johnston to call at N4. -Wall street. In half an hour both gentlemen were seated in Griswold's law office. "Gentlemen," began Hastings, "my conduct this morning requires some little explanation. About three years since, I came to New York to seek my fortune. Thomas F. Griswold, the gentleman to whom I have just introduced you, took me by the hand, and, through Mr. Edgemonte, obtained for me a situation as clerk with Blodgett, John 1aon & Co. This same Thomas F. Griswold guided all my efforts while a clerk in that house. Every day he added some new and valuable acquaintance to my list. In fact, he has made me what I am. You will both ac-. knowledge that the profits of 'Blodgett, Johnston, Hastings & Co.' have been satisfactory since m, con-. nection with the firm. Thomas Griswold is nowin difficulty. His father has made an assignment: For the want of a temporary loan, Mr. Griswold must go entirely to the wall. If his son can borrow for that period, he will save his father's property. Advance this money, and take my share in the profits of the firm as your security until the loan is refunded. I know that either one of you can do it in twenty four hours, and not feel it." Hastings went on for some time explaining the whole failure' aThis: needs a good deal of money, my boy," said Mr. Blodgett, who looked upon Hastings as a son rath than as a partner; u lnat f we male merchants 4 page: 170-171[View Page 170-171] ,Et , ~7 ' ,K r5 " 6 r _ Lit' s 1 k , ' , i - _ s- a 4 . , , ,, GEORGE MELVILLE. of boys, we must expect boyish tricks sometimes. I don't see any necessity of your asking Mr. Johnston to put his foot into the matter. -He is a poor man, William=-a poor man." "He could raise that sum though," said Mr. John- ston; " and to show you that you have none of you seen all the breakers, there is my check for enough to rebuild the house. Mr. Thomas F. Griswold can pay it back to me when he likes; and Mr.. William Hast- ings may continue to draw his profits as usual from Blodgett, Johnston, Hastings & Co.'s funds. I must go, gentlemen. Blodgett, if you can't raise your part, I'll try and lend it to you. Good afternoon, for I'm getting hungry." And he left the office. "ha! tha !" and Mr. Blodgett laughed quite im- moderately for such an old gentleman. Then, put- ting on his spectacles, replacing them two or three times.to get them into proper position, looking over them as many times at Griswold, scratching his head, first on one side and then on the other, at last he took up a pen and made a long calculation. He then wrote out in full, upon -a piece of law paper, a cheek. Handing it to Hastings, he said: "There ; don't present that at the bank for two days. Those bank men will think I've gone crazy. It is only yesterday I deposited, and told them I didn't want to use my funds for a month, unless something turned up." - t "IBut this sum is more than is necessary," said Griswold, who had by this time received the check from Hastings and read it. "That's to pay the indorsements of your father. H& thinks more of them, young man, than he does. he house, ships, stock, and all. And now, seeing GEORflE MELVILLE. 171, I've made such a- fool of myself, I've got a short story to tell. "In 18-, just thirty- two years ago, I was cramped for twenty thousand dollars. I lost nearly forty thou- sand in one year. Well, Jim Griswold was the man who indorsed all my paper, and helped me through. He's forgotten that, for he always was a man to for- get such an act of kindness. You needn't tell him anything about having old David Blodgett's check now. You'd better find out if it goes at the bank. William, go and call a carriage." - "No, I will send," interposed Griswold. "James" said he, calling his errand boy, "go and call a car- riage immediately." One week subsequent to this event, Thomas Gris- wold entered his father's room, at the New York Ho- tel, where they had'taken temporary quarters. "There, father, is a little package that may inte- rest you," said he. Mr. Griswold laid down an old and well-thumbed copy of the Holy Scriptures, carefully placing a mark in the page he was reading. "What is it, Thomas ?" "Examine for yourself, sir, if you please." "Notes ! Gordon's notes ! -IMy name, as indorser, cancelled. suit discontinued! certificates of New York Catfish Railroad Company. Contract! know all men by these presents-between James H. Gris- wold, of the first part, and John Vanderhuyden, mas- ter builder, of the second part. - What is all this, Thomas T" It means that you are on your feet once more. That's all. iPretty gogd week's work. Is it not, .father ?" and Thomas could not restrain a tear: 1.70 S 1 ii f ii. S Ii -i ~ 3 , , 1~ 1,C r. P I , ft c ' -t j} ,i 1 f f i lj r . ; ' , } ., +' i; , r 's t ', ;, _Y , ' : ; - , , ,, t - a,. } , ,li ''' r _ t' s, f 'j _ ° }, _ . ,-' ' . ' :+ _ ' I _y ';If ? V1 r t - fS i ?" _ . Y. t 3% Y } 1 't 'rep _ page: 172-173[View Page 172-173] . ; ; s " . ?;' } ._ ' ^ _ t ,+ t f ? y, _ 1 , ' a / vt i L 1 { , x_ S t. r Y . t "Week's work! what do you mean, my son?" "Why, once upon a time, I did a little favor for a friend nineteen years of age. That. boy is now. twenty-three years of age, and through his influence, Mr. David Blodgett, and Mr. Jacob H. Johnston, his partner, have loaned me, for one year, enough to ac- complish it all. They will help you further if you need more. I thought I might as well do up all the busi- ness, and saVe you the toil," and Thomas's eyes grew moist again in spite of himself. "Well, well," said his father, wiping away a tear ; "and there are four papers for you to copy. I shall be here at seven o'clock this evening." Some further explanations took place, when Mr. Griswold, taking his hat, left the hotel, and proceed- ed up Broadway. "'What a boy !-put me on my feet !-what a boy ! He. shall have Clara now. .He has earned her. That rascal, James Mordaunt, shall be foiled. His plans are deep; but justice shall reach him. Messrs. Wright, and Pierce say they are satisfied Mordaunt was :at the bottom of the depression. My eyes are not yet entirely opened, for I cannot fathom the mo- tive which has prompted Mordaunt to ruin me. Edgemonte says he is at the bottom of it all. Edge- monte may be mistaken." He had arrived at Mr. Edgemonte's residence, and rang the bell. "Is Miss Edgemonte at home ?" "She is, Mr. Griswold," replied the servant. "Give her my name and compliments, if you please; I wish to see her." Clara came running down stairs so rapidly, that. Mr. Griswold feared she would fall. Upon entering the parlor, she threw her arms around his neck, and affectionately kissed him. He fondly gazed at the lovely girl, proud indeed, that the time was now not distant when he might call her "Daughter." "Clara, Thomas would scold me if he knew what I was about. Go call your father. He must be pre- sent at our interview." Clara ran for her father. When Mr. Edgemonte entered the room, Mr. Griswold was busy untying a package.of papers. "There, Mr. Edgemonte, look over that bundle, and wonder as I did," said Mr. Griswold. "Mr. Edgemonte did Wonder somewhat; but not quite equal to Mr. Griswold's expectations. He for- got entirely that Thomas's part in the drama had yet to be enacted over by himself. "That's all good. 'Puts you on your feet again?" "Certainly." Clara's eyes grew sparkling. " How has this been done ?" "Thomas has borrowed enough to arrange it all, for one year, on his simple notes, and about one hour since he handed these papers to me." ".Thomas Griswold borrow on his simple notes? When did he do it ?" said MrEdgemonte, with un- feigned astonishment. "The day after I made my assignment. He did it all without my knowledge ; and, but half an hour since, handed me all these papers. Now I go into business again." "And I am the silent partner in the new firm," said Mr. Edgemonte. "Then it shall be James H. Griswold & Co.,"' said Mir. Griswold. 17GOE GE MEL VILLE.1 172 173 GEORGE MELVILLE. page: 174-175[View Page 174-175] 174 ' GEORGE MELVILLE. GEORGE MELVILLE. 17i "And I am to have no interest in the new firm, I suppose," said Clara. "Certainly not," replied Mr. Edgemonte. "fWe shall have to establish another concern altogether in order -to make you a partner. I think now, however, you might as well go on arranging a certain ward- robe: I am in no particular haste to get rid of my daughter; but I am anxious to have Thomas for my son. His help may be necessary to me some day." 0 r XXVI.- New York City Corporation Counsel-All Marriage INotiees not agreeable. ABOUT three weeks after the incidents occurred with which the last chapter concludes, James Mdr- daunt was spending an evening with his aunt at her residence. He had returned to New York from a visit at Aurora. "Now, James," said his aunt, "sit down and tell me, the news. You know I am not posted in any- thing which has happened since I left Aurora." "Mr. Mortimer has at last drawn from Bell, or rather from her brother, Frederick Mortimer, the real motive which causes her to refuse me." "Go on, James, it grows interesting. George Melville " "No, aunt, George Melville has nothing to do with it. A girl in Brooklyn, whom you will remem- ber, named Mary Wilcox, having had a daughter by somebody, has commenced a suit against me, alleging that I am her husband; that I assumed the name of Sanders, that one Rev. John Furnace married- us, that I was disguised as a sailor. Those are the prin- cipal facts alleged in the complaint. Frederick gave all the particulars to his father, and asked 1im if he had not better learn the truth of :this story against page: 176-177[View Page 176-177] 176 OE0 E MELvLGEORGE MEL LE..7 me before he insisted too strongly upon his daugh- ter's marrying against her will." "Mr. Mortimer asked you about them. What was your reply ?" said his aunt. "I satisfied him that the hole story was got up by Mary Wilcox's uncle to e tort money from me." "Did you ask Mr. Mortimer who was Frederick's informant ?" said Mrs. Tryon. Yes." "It was "- "Thomas Griswold," interrupted Mordaunt. "Fre- derick had the whole story in a letter written by Griswold off the second day after his father made an assignment." "Griswold, then, suspects your agency in the stock operation. How much did you make out of that ?" " Twenty-seven thousand dollars." "iVery. good! I do not see as you have lost any advantage. You are that handsome sum ahead, and as fair a field as you had three years since to win the race- yet. What will you do with Mr. Thomas F. Griswold, for, his meddling? I understand he is a newly fledged lawyer." "Yes, and a growing one, too," replied Mordaunt. "He was appointed to 'the responsible position of _Corporation Counsel' last week. William Hast- ings, a junior partner of 'Blodgett, Johnston, Hast- ings & Co.,' was the wire-puller who secured it to Griswold. Considerable objection was made ,to his youth; but his abilities as a lawyer are known to be fair, and almost any amount of sympathy was aroused among the heavy merchants on account of his father's failure. There was searcelya merchant in New Y ork of any respectability who could be got to oppose the appointment. They said Griswold had failed as an honest man should fail, and many not only signed. Hastings's petition to the .Common Council, but went personally and used their-influence with members of the board." " All that is very interesting, but what are you going to do with young Griswold ?" " I do not know," said Mordaunt, assuming a thoughtful mien. "I shall wait and watch." "Meanwhile the birds will mate vi et armis,,and without the usual ceremony of a wedding at home. No! no ! James, you must be up and doing." " What do you propose, my dear aunt ?" said Mordaunt. "If you can do nothing better, try the young lawyer as a criminal," said Mrs. Tryon. " As a criminal!?" said Mordaunt, with surprise. "Yes. Some one disguised to personate Thomas F. Griswold might present a forged check at one of the banks in Wall street, for instance." " Ttat is a difficult game; but it might be done by careful study. It would be necessary to deceive the officers of the bank perfectly; and it would require to be done when Griswold could not prove an alibi. I'll think it'over." "You might accomplish this, it seems to me, as well as you enacted the young sailor." "Oh! but I was younger then," said Mordaunt. "Yes, and that is why I overlooked the affair. 1 regarded it, you know, as your wildest bushel of oats. But I really hope they are not going to sprout 'Iow.e " I have 'no' fears about- it;" replied Mordaun~t.' GEORGE ; 31,L LVILL.E. -17rl page: 178-179[View Page 178-179] 17$ GEORGE E MELVILLE. "V ery well, then. Now you may do whatever you like. I must read the papers" The aunt and nephew sat a half hour in silence, when Mrs. -Tryon, imitating a court-crier, 'aroused Mordant from a deep reverie. "Hear ye ! hear ye ! hear ye!" "I am all attention; what is it ?" said Mordaunt. " GRISwoLD-EDGEMONTE.-At ten1 o'clock this morning, in church, by the, Rev. Dr.--, Thomas F. Griswold, Esq., only son of Mr. James H. Griswold, to Clara, only daughter of Mr. H. B. Edge- monte, all of this city." "'Sdeath ! what do you mean ?" "Keep cool, good sir. It is just as I read. And now, please recall my prediction. The real battle, I am satisfied, will be against George felville. You have been outwitted by Bell Mortimer, Frederick Mortimer; and George Melville; and I do not pity, though I won't desert you," said Mrs. Tryon. "You are right, as usual," said Mordaunt, laying aside the paper. " What will you do now ?" said his aunt. "You had better retire, for I must spend an hour Ln thought. I will advise with you in the morning." XXYIL. Sarah E. Graham's call at Mordaunt's Law Office-A cool Scene- James Mordaunt in trouble. ON the day subsequent to his evening's interview with Mrs. Tryon, Mordaunt went early to his office. His partners were both absent from the city. He had been seated but a few moments, when a female, apparently about twenty-two or three years of age entered. She removed a thick veil and took the seat which Mordaunt offered. Her countenance had not yet lost its traces of beauty. But suffering, remorse and despair, were doing their fatal work! "It is now some weeks since we have met, James." "You keep the run of time better than I, Sarah." " My race is almost run, James. I have-no one to blame for my sins but myself. It is true you taught me to love and took advantage of my affections ; but, had I listened to a mother's voice, I should have resisted. I have not come, however, to upbraid you." "iDo you wish more money ?" "No! I have done using the wages of sin, and .have come to perform a duty to another of your victimS."1 "What mean you, SarahI " said Mordaunt, quickly. GEORGE MELVILLE. I7) page: 180-181[View Page 180-181] GOREMLLL.GEORGE IELVILLE. 181 "Mary Wilcox, alias Mary Sanders, alias Mary Mordaunt, is your lawful wife. You must own her to the world- Stop sir ! Don't dare lock that door! As sure as you are now a living man, you shall be a dead one the moment you turn the key," and Sarah very coolly played with the handle of a small revolver which she pointed towards Mordaunt, who had arisen for the purpose of locking 'the. door. "Sarah! put up that weapon. Who has taught you the use of such an instrument ?" "The man who took me from my home, and taught me to drink the cup of sin. He placed me where such little friends are necessary. I can hit any but- ton one your coat. Name one, James. Put up a penny! come! you shall see I do not boast. You wont,lock the door, will you? ,You are very kind. But, as I was saying when you interrupted me- Mary Sanders is your lawful wife. You must own her to the world, give her a support, and acknowledge your beautiful little daughter. Perhaps God will hear some prayers in my behalf if I make you do ;justice to that one of His little ones."' "Why! Sarah Grahani! what evil spirit has taken possession of you ?" asked Mordaunt. "'Why should you become a demon to annoy and persecute me?" "Perhaps I am jealous, James. You remember your last words, when I first yielded to the oily tongue and skillful actor, were: 'Sarah, it is my love, my' unchangeable love which impels me to this act.' You see, have remembered them exactly. Is the 'green- eyed .e' a demon, James $?" "Pshaw! Sarah, you are not jealous. Why did'" 1ohelp me get up the plan of a mock marriage ith Mary Wilcox, if jealousy troubled you ?" "Mock marriage! Oh,no! Have never arranged any mock marriages, except in my own case. There was some mockery, it is true, when I married you. We then made a mockery of what I once learned to say over at Sabbath-school, when an innocent little girl. Perhaps you can repeat the seventh command- ment, James ?" "Sarah Graham, what lave you come here for ?" said Mordaunt, very much alarmed at the cool man- ner assumed by his strange client. "You will promise then, James, to acknowledge your marriage with-Mary Wilcox." "Woman-you are crazy ! If that " "Perhaps Iam," interrupted Sarah "Mary Wil- cox will be soon, you know- She has grown pale and thin. I do not think it would be possible for you to visit her without having sympathies excit- ed in her behalf." "Sympathies ! Sarah. If that is all you have- to say to me, the sooner you leave, the better." "Very well! it was a long way down to your. office, but, I am suffciently rested. I may as well bid you good morning. You know I live at No. - Twenty-third street." "Yes ! I shall have no desire to see you again on this subject." Sarah Graham left Mordaunt's office. As she descended to the ground floor of the building, she noticed that one of the lower rooms was' vacant. The door being open, she entered it for the Purpose of arranging her dress. Her habits of life for several years had taught her to know nothing of fear. The blinds were closed. On the south sideof the rbon was a large closet. Within it, at the west end, was . ' 'GE-QRG}E MELYILLE. page: 182-183[View Page 182-183] GEORGE MELVILLE. a board partition. Sarah heard some-foot-steps, evi- * dently descending from Mordaunt's office. Noticing the closet, and not desiring to be seen in the vacant room,'she entered it and stood eagerly watching for the person, or persons, to pass out of the hall door, of which, from her position, she had a full view. Instead of seeing any one pass out of the door, as, she expected, a rough-looking man, with a small head, black hair, black eye, and short in stature, entered the hall from the court. At the same moment Mordaunt's form appeared within Sarah's range of vision. " Ah I Good morning, Mr. Shank ;" said Mor- daunt. "Good morning, squire !" returned Shank, with, an-effort to accomplish a polite bow, touching his hat and calling up, what he determined should prove to be a smile of respect, but which ended in an affectionate patronizing leer. Mordaunt's self-love and prides were ill controlled to brook the patronizing airs of the man -before him; but, at that moment, the word "Fear," was impressed in large characters upon his mind's eye, quickening both his natural and acquired power of dissimulation -Bob Shank consequently discovered no traces of the pride which would have spurned his contact. Again, Mordaunt knew that he had work for the villain to execute.. " Iam in some haste, Mr. Shank ; but, if you have anything of importance, I will try to devote a little time to you," said Mordaunt.. "I've only few words, to say, as yit. Thim, how- s'ever; is of some consequince." tI 182 I r "Step into this room, Mr. Shank. We shall be entirely alone here," said Mordaunt. Sarah Graham had crouched herself in the darkest corner of the closet, behind the partition. Thus far she had heard all of the conversation which had passed between Mordaunt and Shank. It was not her desire to play the eaves-dropper; but, she did not care to be discovered in the room. - "Now, Mr. Shank, let me hear from you. We are alone here." "Let me 'xamine the quarters first. Walls, some- times hev ears, you know." Shank made a survey of the room. At last he ap- proached the closet. Sarah Graham's heart beat a little faster; but she determined to put a bold face on the matter, if discovered. It was fortunate, if in- deed a discovery was of any great consequence to her, that Shank was not very minute in his examina- tion of the closet. He opened the door, walked into' it ; ran his hand to some extent along the wall, and pronounced all right. His search seemed to be prompted rather by habits of caution than any real fear of listeners. "It's all right; but one had better know about these matters, squire," said Shank. "Certainly, certainly" replied Mordaunt. Oftentimes the most skillful plans for evil are thwarted by as simple apparent means as the dis- arrangement of a woman's costume. Who- shall make the great world of mind believe that He who lets not a sparrow fall on the ground without Him, is not the master builder of' every counterplot for the right ? But go on, James Mordaunt ! Hope, 183- GEORGE MELVILLE. page: 184-185[View Page 184-185] 184 GEORGE MELVILLE. courage, ambition, energy, position, influence, power, wealth, and a giant intellect; cluster around your bro. Hath the "Father of Lies" placed his iron grasp upon your.soul so firmly that "'Truth" strives in vain to open his palm?_ "Sarah Graham! What folly has aroused her to cross my path.? I have always treated her well. On my means she has lived in ease and indepen- dence for eight years. Thus far I have allowed her to make her own bed, and she has chosen it soft and, luxurious. Let her beware ! If I must become her lady's maid, the. counterpane which the 'Iight of the harem' might have envied, 'shall be changed for a winding-sheet."' Such were some of the thoughts which occupied James Mordaunt, as he rode in an omnibus to his aunt's residence, that day, at the conclusion of business hours. This was not the conclusion of ki3 business, however. Having finished the usual evening meal, he retired to his room. The hour was too early for his purpose. Lighting a cigar, he seated himself in a large arm-chair, the soft velvet cushion of which, so suggestive of quiet and repose, accorded but ill with the terrible thoughts which made the red stream of life to course quickly in his system. "This condition is not to the purpose," said Mor- daunt. "Sarah Graham should never have awakened sndia throbbing in my veins. It is the same blood hichahas coursed, even more swiftly, under the, gentle touch of her rosy-Tips. Ha! that mirror shovs ghat I do ot wear the smile which won her love. Kn Sarah. it shall not be a smile of hate and re- Bi t J" r t x venge. But I will see her. She must listen to com- mon sense. What can have enlisted her in Mary Wilcox's favor? Nine o'clock I" Mordaunt aroSe. "Good bye, my dear aunt; I must out tg-night." " Not to-mrorrow night again, sir. We go to Mrs. McDonough's party, you will remember." "Certainly," said Mordaiunt, as he left his aunt's residence. He took his way to a small but handsome house in Twenty-third street. Having arrived, he rang the bell. There was no response. He pulled again. Still no response. "The lady who lives there, shure," said a servant girl, standing at the gate of the next house, "left this afthernoon, and ain't in at all." " Why did you notice her so particularly?" asked Mordaunt. "Bekase, sure, she tuk away sax thrunks, and a sight o' boxes and band-boxes. She's gone to some o' the watherin' places, they said." " Who said, my good woman ?" asked Mordaunt. "Biddy Burns, her girl, that wint with her; shure." "Did she say when her mistress would return?" asked Mordaunt. "Yes, sir. Biddy Burns said they was goin' to be afther livin' in another place, and wasn't coming' back at all." Mordaunt waited to hear no more. He walked away from the house. In about an hour he retui-ned. This time his approach was made with care, lest he should be- observed. Having gained the front en- trance, he took a key from his pocket, and opened they door. Striking a light, he looked into the par- GEORGE MELYIL-LE. x f r F 1 . page: 186-187[View Page 186-187] 186 GEORGE MELVILLE. JN A deep oath was the first effect which the perusal of Sarah Graham's note produced. The second was to fill Mordaunt's mind with terrible forebodings, and his frame with the tremor of ungovernable fear. Be threw himself upon the bed, and devoted himself to the solution of that problem ever most difficult to the villain : How shall Icut the meshe8 of Heaven 9 It has never been solved, "but for a season." JAMES : No. -- TWENTY-THIRD STREET, NEW YORK, -----218t 18-. Doubtless you will seek for me some evening, as usual. You will find an empty house. Love's dalliance is at an end. When you have concluded to do justice to Mary Mordaunt and your beautiful little daughter, write me a note to that effect, and leave it with J. ;S. Taylor, esg., No. - Wall street. You shall have ample time to accomplish this. I shall make no haste. BE WARNED! SARAHI E. GAHAM. s:;, I lore. Everything was as usual. He then ascended to the second story. Entering the front apartment, he lighted a gas-burner. .The room was in perfect order, and most elegantly furnished. James Mor- daunt Was troubled. For the first time in his life, he began to regret. His reflections were not the off- spring of repentance. As he looked into his soul, he acknowledged to himself that in Sarah Graham he had one to deal with who knew him thoroughly; and he knew she could ruin him. Fear, then, caused his regret. "Who has prompted Sarah Graham to this course ?" he said aloud. The question was answered, but not then ; the rich furniture and pictured walls which heard it, but a few Hours before had listened to the bitter anguish of Sarah Graham, gazing upon the hideous visions-of her wick- edness, with sight rendered keen by the angel of re- pentance. As yet that beautiful angel had only ho- vered in her presence, whispering with the "still small voice," "Daughter, there is peace even for thee." As ]ordaunt went towards a dressing-bureau, for the purpose of examining to see if Sarah had taken her wardrobe, his eye fell upon a small note, bearing his name on the outside in her hand-writing. Hastily breaking the seal, he read the following: P GEORGE MELVILLTL. 187 page: 188-189[View Page 188-189] GEORGE MELVILLE.. XXV.HI. George Melville under a Cloud. "Goon morning, Squire Brownson. I hope you are not very busy this morning." "Good morning, Mr. Fellows," said the police justice ,of the city of T ,in the State of New York, who was thus addressed by the cashier of the O Bank, as Squire Brownson. " I have called to get some of your assistance. A young man, who has been stopping for a fortnight at 3i 's Hotel, presented a check, day before yes- terday, which was paid at our bank. It purports to be drawn by 'Sherman, Hollett & Davis.' They have pronounced it a forgery. The young man is a graduate of Hamilton College. He left by the after- noon run for the West, day before yesterday. "We .shall have to take your affidavit in the latter, Mr. Fellows," said the justice.. "Please draw it, sir," replied Mr. Fellows. In a few moments Justice Brownson prepared the following affidavit,. which was duly subscribed and sworn to. We give it verbatim. STATE OF NEW YORK, O .FCowounty Jonathan B. Fellows, of the city of U--, in said County, and GEORGE MELVILE. State, being duly sworn, deposes and says that he is a banker, doing business as a cashier of tb 0- Bank in said city; that on the - ay of-, 18-, one George Melville, to this deponent personally/ known, between the hours of two and three o'clock, r. ., presented at the counter of the said.0---Bank, a check, of which the follow- ing is a true copy : " ---, 18--, $625.; Cashier of the 0- Bank: Pay George Melville or bearer Six Hundred and Twenty Five Dollars. SHERMAN, HOLLETT & DAVIs ;" that the said check was duly honored and paid by one James B. Norris, the paying teller of said 0-- Bank; that the said check is pronounced by each and every of the partners of the said firm of Sherman, Hollett & Davis to be a forgery; and this deponent, upon information and belief, pronounces the same to be a forgery. And further this deponent says not. Sworn this - day of -,18-, (Signed,) JONATHAN B., FELLOWS.. Before me, J. B. BROWNSON, Justice of the Peace, in and for the county of O Upon this affidavit, Justice Brownson issued his warrant against the body of George Melville. It was given to an officer, with directions to arrest Melville wherever he might be found. "The young rascal has about forty hours the start of you," said the justice to the constable ; "but with due diligence you can overtake him. Telegraph dis- patches have been sent to every city on the line. Don't show him any favor because he has played up ' big gentleman."' With these instructions the officer started. At the village of Cayuga, he obtained the first clue of Mel- ville. He there learned that a person answering the officer's description had taken the steamboat the day before. His informant was so certain in the matter that the officer determined to follow. On board the $ti nrboat his information was confirmed, and le 183 199 page: 190-191[View Page 190-191] 190 GEORGE MELVILLE. also learned that Melville had left the boat at Au. rora. We will leave the officer of justice to make, his trip to Aurora, while the reader becomes ac- quainted with some of George Melville's movements. Two years subsequent to Ms graduation from col- lege, George Melville received a diploma as Doctor of Medicine from the Medical College in Berk- shire County Massachusetts. His father had desired that he should have the benefit of a year devoted to study in Europe. For this purpose, George made a visit to Paris and remained nearly that time. He had just returned from Europe, at the time James Mordaunt met him in the cars at Auburn, in com- pany with his sister, cousin, and Thomas Griswold, During the visit at Aurora which followed, he had asked Bell Mortimer's hand of her parents. The re- quest had been refused. Mr. Mortimer had informed Melville that his connection with his family would not be acceptable. George and Bell had parted with mutual promises to wait until every difficulty could be removed. George pledged his heart and hand to Bell-Bell had accepted the trust and given a pledge equally sacred. Melville now made Thomas Griswold his confidant. Clara Edgemonte had already possessed Belt's secret, and Bell had learned from Clara the history of Marys Wilcox. Clara, acting under the former advice of her father, had counselled Bell to make no mention of the affair until further developments. Thomas Griswold's letter to Frederick Mortimer, written sub- sequent to the failup&f Mr. Griswold, had produced its effect upon Bell's father. Frederick, under Mr. Mortimer's directions, had visited New York. His visit had been entirely unknown to Mordaunt. He had made his inquiries first of Mr. Taylor, Mary Wilcox's counsel, and then of Mary wilcox herself. Clara Edgemonte had given him the history of her first meeting with Mary Wilcox. Mr. Taylor showed him a written statement, signed by John Furnace, clergyman, and verified by his affidavit,. to the effect that he had performed the marriage ceremony for a young sailor, calling himself Henry Sanders, and Mary Wilcox; that in James Mordaunt he had recog- nized the person who personated the, young sailor; that he was the more certain in this particular from the fact that he had noticed two moles on the back of the young-sailor's neck, which made an impression upon him at the time of the marriage ; that James Mordaunt had two moles upon him precisely similar in size, shape, and position; that, at Mr. Taylor's re- quest, lie had watched the said Mordaunt in the street, until he had obtained a fair and full view of the said moles. In addition to this testimony, Mr. Taylor handed, for Frederick's perusal, the following note, traced in a beautiful but peculiar hand-writing, evidently that of a-female: NEW YORK, --- 18,'. SIR: T. S. Taylor, esq. I have learned that you are in search of evidence to establish the claims which Mary Wilcox and her daughter have upon James Mordaunt, as a husband and father. Pursue your course steadily and patiently. The claims are valid. She was married to James Mor- daunt under the assumed name of Henry Sanders. He was disguised as a sailor. The= ceremony was performed on the -- day of-, t8-., at 10 o'clock, P.m. Of that ceremony I was an unbidden witness. The place where the marriage was celebrated I shall keep secret, because it is unnecessary as a link in the evidence, and would GEORGE MELVILLE. 191 page: 192-193[View Page 192-193] 2GEOR GE' MELVILE. 193 enable you to discover me-; but, that you may at once place cont.-. deunce in this note, although it bears only my initials, and is therefore anonymous, I will give you the name and residence of the clergyman who officiated. Ifis Rev. John Furnace, now residing at No. ---- Washington street, Brooklyn. There are reasons why I cannot' trust you with my full confidence. .Again I say, pursue-your course steadily and patiently. You shallnsucceed, even tough I have to appear as a witness in the ease. And finally, let these words be ever uppermost in your mind, cheering you on in the noble effort to give virtue its just reward, ".M death cannot avail James fordautt in his villainy," S.E.G. That note seems conclusive, but I do not like the anonymous character which the writer has assumed," said'Frederick. ' "That, my young friend," replied Mr. Taylor, under ordinary circumstances, would be my judg- ment; but in this instance, the mystery under which the author has shrouded herself, for I think the writer a female, gives to every sentence a double force." " How so? I cannot perceive it," said Frederick. "That note, Mr. Mortimer, I received on the - d1ay/of." "That is the same 'day," interrupted Frederick, "James Mordauit' arrived with his aunt at Aurora. He received a telegraphic dispatch and left my father's house immediately, not even waiting to finish his dinner, although a plate had just been handed to bixp, filled with all the necessaries for a generous meal."' "That may become a significant fact, Mr. Mor- timer. I will make a note of it." Laying aside his pen, Mr. Taylor continued: "That note, Mr. Mor- tiiner, I"received on the - day of -. Tp to that time, every effort to obtain testimony in favor of Mary Wilcox's story had proved abortive. That note has unravelled the web. It is true, Mr. Furnace has most mysteriously and suddenly dis- appeared, but we have his affidavit, which, in a reasonable time, will be allowed as testimony, even though we cannot prove the death of the deponent." " His death !" exclaimed Frederick. "I have some strange suspicions, Mr. Mortimer, but it is unnecessary to :give them words. If we could prove that John Furnace was deceased, his affidavit would at once assume a' grave importance. I have had some of the most skillful men in the police force of New York and Brooklyn engaged, secretly tracing Mr.' Furnace for the last month. Chief JIM-I seldom fails me, and his whole ener- gies are aroused in this matter. Nothing pleases him better than to see a wronged woman hold her own against a deep'villain." "May you prosper in this cause, Mr.'Taylor," said Frederick, shading .his eyes with his hand, and devoutly, but silently, thanking the Supreme Being for rescuing his beloved sister from the arms of a black-hearted scoundrel. , '" It- is such duty, sir, which elevates your profession far above every employment known among men. You attack Satan face to face-steel to steel-blood - for blood. Al1' heaven and hell witness the conflict ;" and Frederick Mortimer grasped Mr. Taylor's hand with the nervous energy of a man who felt what he uttered, and bade him good bye. "C ommand my purse, Mr. Taylor, to any extent 4 w Ii GEORGE MEELVILLE. 192 page: 194-195[View Page 194-195] 194 ,GnORGE MELVILLE. GEORGE MEVIL you may require. My father's money, if not his influence, shall assist you when necessary," were Frederick's last words as he left Mr. Taylor's Moffice. The Metropols of America never sleeps-- street late at Night. WE now return to James Morda At two o'clock in the morning couch, where, for the first time, h to fear. Sleep had not visited patient study, he had formed hi o'clock in the morning he entered b Calling up a man-servant, he disp for Bob Shank, giving minute dire That worthy received the message sure, and obeyed it promptly, proud which Mordaunt placed in him. had formed an exalted opinion, talent, skill, and plotting, the m acquaintance. He was ever ready of Mordaunt/s schemes, for he felt and he knew practically they pai of his own enterprises. The work now before Shank plea He was to spend a few days at No street, and watch whether Sarah one sent by her, should not ret Mordaunt, and, as the event proved that Sarah, having left in such LE. 196 Scene in Twenty-third ut. he arose from the e had lain a prey As eyelids. After s plan. At three is aunt's residence. )atched a message ctions to find him. ;e with great plea- d of the confidence Of Mordaunt he regarding him, in caster-mind of his to enter into any they must be safe ; d better than any sed him especially. ). -, Twenty-third Graham, or some urn to the house. [wisely, calculated haste; might have I page: 196-197[View Page 196-197] 196 GEORGE MELVILLE. GEORGE MELVILLE. 197 forgotten some little keep-sake,or article of necessity. In that event,- he argued to himself: She will return to the house or send." Bob Shank's instructions were, to allow any one who might enter, to have free access into every part of the house. If Sarah herself came, he was to arrest her. If she sent, he was to follow her messen- ger. At six o'clock, Shank was at his post. He watched patiently all that day, but no one came. At night, 'he occasionally fell into a doze ; but the least noise would instantly awaken him. At about eleven o'clock, the noise of a key in the lock aroused him. He was in the front parlor, and instantly retired .by the back parlor to the hall, and so into the basement. The alarm, however, proceeded from Mordaunt himself. As soon as Mordaunt was inside the door, he called aloud to Shank. g "Oh, it's you, squire ! I thought I was about -to larn something we wanted to know." The two descended into the kitchen, leaving the doors open, in order to detect any noise. "Well, Mr. Shank, I have matured my plan about that especial friend of yours, who treated you and your friend to a bullet a-piece about three years since. It is a long road which has no turning." Good!, And I haven't done with young Gris- wold yet," said Shank. That is as you choose, Mr. Shank," replied Mor- daunt. "My promise has been redeemed in his case, and now I have matured the plan for 1Velville. He is to-day stopping at the Astor House. I overheard a conversation between him and a friend, in which he said that he was going to the city of U-----. I He has some business to attend to- for his father at that place, which, he said, would occupy a, fort- night. To-morrow, he takes the boat -for Albany. Now, instead of having Ggorge Melville present a forged check at a bank in this city, as I said yester- day, my plan is, that he shall do it at the city of U . I have this afternoon pointed him out to Barstow, the tailor, who, you know, is one of the 'Ever FaithfuL' Barstow has picked out Harding, who is. just Melville's height and size, and has the same colored hair, eyes, and whiskers, to present the check. Melville has got one very peculiar coat, which he wore to-day. Doubtless, he will wear that coat soon at U . If he wears it but once, it will be enough to identify him. But, if the check can be presented the same day he wears the coat, and, if possible, when Melville is taking an afternoon nap, so as to prevent his proving an alibi; he can't escape a term in State Prison." "Well, squire, that plan beats any you've made yet. All I am to do is to aid Harding, and then on the trial I may swear to enough to fill up any extra links for the district attorney." That is a very good suggestion,",said Mordaunt. "I'll buy a draft just before the check is pre- sented," said Shank. " How about the check !" " There it is! 'Sherman, Hollett & Davis,' of the city of U- , are our clients, and the signature to that check would deceive even Mr. Sherman him- self. No matter who wrote it." Of course not," said Shank. "What day must I start e" "Tuesday of next week." page: 198-199[View Page 198-199] 198 GEORGE MELVILLE. " Hark 1"' whispered Shaik. An unmistakable click, as of the insertion of a key into the lock of the front door, arrested their atten. tion. Both went instantly into the front basement. "There's a carriage in the middle of the road," whispered Shank. Light footsteps were now heard ascending the hall stairs. "We must pin the girl, and then consult about the driver," whispered Shank. They softly ascended towards the front bed-room. As they reached the second story hail, the glimmer- ing light of a burning match cast its reflection through the door. Mordaunt first looked in and, recognized Sarah. Shank instantly, but with the stealthy tread of/ a cat, entered the room. Mor-.. daunt remained in the hall. When Shank entered, Sarah Graham touched the lighted match to a gas- burner. The bright light for an instant dazzled her eyes, and involuntarily she shaded them with her right hand. At this instant Shank seized her. His right hand he placed firmly over her mouth ; with, the left he roughly grasped her form; and the next moment she was lying with her back on' the floor, his right knee on her breast, his left knee pinioning her right arm, his left 'hand holding her left wrist, and his right hand still upon her mouth. She struggled but feebly; for had she possessed strength to resist an expected attack, now it was unavailable from fright. Mordaunt at this instant entered the room, and in a few moments Sarah Graham lay helpless upon: the floor, bound and gagged. "Lift her on the bed," said Mordaunt. This being done, the two fiends silently left the room. Descending .to the front parlor, they held a short consultation. " If nothing else will do," said Shank, "1'l make mince-meat of that driver. Is this a case of enough importance to run that risk ?" "Not if anything else can be done," said Mordaunt. " Then I will take care of him in my own way," said Shank. Going to the street door, Shank accosted the driver with a rough, but intended-to-be-polite, "good even- ing, sir.. "Good avening to yourself, sure," said the hack- man. Shank noticed that the moon was under a heavy cloud. Of course'the street lamps were not lighted. These facts induced him to alter his plan, which had been to take the life of the driver; then to place his body on the driver's seat and set the horses to run- ning. Shank was a desperado who knew no fear, and who held life cheaply. His hands reeked with the blood of many victims. He was satisfied that be- cause of tie darkness of the street, he could talk with the man and not be discovered. The darkness saved the man's life. "What on earth has brought Miss Sarah home at such an hour, I wonder?" said Shank, as he advanced into the middle of the street. " Faith and I couldn't be afther telling that same," said the driver. "I met her in front ov the Astor Iouse, be the Park. Is she going down agin? -She towld me to wait 'till she cum out. Perhaps, shure, she's only gone in for the tin shillings." GEORGE MELVTLLE. 199 page: 200-201[View Page 200-201] '200 GEO'RGE MELVILLE. "I'll go and see if that's the case," said Shank. This conversation satisfied Shank that the driver was entirely ignorant of Sarah, or her purposes. Acting upon this judgment, he entered the house, and hav- ing waited a reasonable time, came out with the money. "Here's the money. The lady couldn't find her purse," said he. The hackman, on receiving his ten shillings, imme- diately drove off. "Is the door locked, Mr..Shank ?" said Mordaunt. "4All's right. You can talk to the girl now." Mordaunt immediately ascended to the room where Sarah Graham lay bound hand and foot. He care- fully examined her dress for any weapons which she might have about her person. With the exception of the small revolver which he had seen once before, she appeared to be unarmed. With his pocket-knife 'e cut the thongs which bound her. Arising from the couch, at first she rubbed one of her :wrists; then, placing the folds of her dress again in order, she approached the'looking-glass. Having re-arranged her hair, she took up her hat, which bore the marks of the violence that had been done to her. Thia she proceeded to place again in shape. Mor daunt sat quietly upon the bed, uncertain how to deal yith her. She noticed that her bracelet was 'not upon her arm. Looking around, she discovered t lying on the floor,",near Mordaunt's feet, and ad- vanced to pick it'up. Mordar.nt anticipated her design, and obtaining it, offered it to her. Sarah, taking it, clasped it upon her arm, and then, holding itupto 'the light, spoke: GEORGE MELVILLE. 201 " James, is it not beautiful ?" "I am glad you think so, Sarah," said Mordaunt. "Know, then, James, it was the gift of* a villain ;" and as she fixed her dark, flashing eye upon his with a gaze as steady as his own, her face exhibited feelings of the most intense scorn, with an occasional semblance of pity. ""What mean you, Sarah?9 That was my gift to you," said Mordaunt, repressing the anger which her sudden and unexpected words had produced. "This is a pleasant room, James. Come, as I am weary, you must let me retire. As you have sent my carriage away, it is but right tbat I am permitted to enjoy your hospitality." "Sarah Graham, I will endure this farce no longer. Tell me why you have so suddenly become my enemy." " I have not become your enemy," replied 'Sarah " Instead of an enemy, I have become your gooA1 angel. If you will take counsel from me, you will immediately establish Mary Wilcox and her daughter in their rights." "What is MaryWilcox to you, that you have thus suddenly become her champion ?" " She and her beautiful little daughter are'- the incense which I can offer up to expiate the oily crime I ever participated in, with the exception'of. prostituting my soul and body for your guilty plea- sures. When I stand for final judgment, their friend- ship will, perhaps, become my salvation, and their woes on earth will become your " " Damnation," said Mordaunt, supplying the word which Sarah, now unable to control her feelings, had 9* page: 202-203[View Page 202-203] 2O G ORnE MEL rLLE.GOGLLL left unspoken, but which, on Mordaunt's lip became a deep oath. lXow lit me tell you; my very kind and self-con- tituted angel, your fancies are up. You can safely calcu1xte,;that :until I conclude what had better family be done with you, you will be placed where your tongue will injure none of your friends." "Villain! do your worst! I defy you to do more than procrastinate the hour of justice. Your deep- laid plot to murder Sarah Graham cannot now avail you. The blow which.pierces my heart will be too late. You should caution Mr. Shank to examine more thoroughly the closet in the -room under your law office, if you plot murder and forgery in such paces." Mordaunt could not endure this home expose of his villainy. Forgetting that his victim was a de- fonceless woman, and completely in his grasp; ;for- efting that the very woman he attacked, alone had it in her power to save his reputation; excited to frenzy by this complete exhibit of his plots, he prang from the bed, and seizing Sarah by the throat, even before she had time to utter more than a faint scream, hurled her, with all his force, against the rble mantel. A crushing sound, from the head ofthe once beautiful girl, was the result of this violation of his nanhood. The next moment, Mor- daunatod over the senseless form of Sarah Graham, Wrtain whether, to lis catalogue of sins he might add the crime of murder. xxx. An Arrest-A Promise made, and a Promise given. WE left an officer of justice pursuing George Melville to th6 village of Aurora, for the purpose-of arresting hin upon a warrant issued by a police justice on an affidavit made by one of the principal bankers in the city of U-, charging him with the high crime of forgery. Upon arriving at Aurora, the officer proceeded at once to the Aurora House. He there learned, by casga1 inquiry, that George Melville was at Hou. 13. F. Mortigner's residence. Proceeding there at one, he rang the front doorbell It was answered by the; colored woman, Bess. Is Mr. Mortixner at home ?" said the constable. "He is, sir ; will you walk in?" ..Taking him into the library, she retired. Mortimer soon entered, and inquire&his business " Iam come, sir, upon n unpleasant duty Your name, sir, is not vnknown to Vie. My busins a one which, if executed in your house, will connect with it, if not odium, some unpleasant publicity." "You are very kind and considerate, sir; but I know of nothing which will warrant such fears or remarks," said fir. Mortimer. GRORGE MELV ILLE. . 2O3 page: 204-205[View Page 204-205] 0GERG GEORG MELVILLE. "I am aware of that,-and will proceed at once to. state my )Isiness. There is a warrant which directs me to arrest George Melville upon a charge of forgery," said he, handing Mr. Mortimer a paper. Mr. ' xortimer, as he received and perused the paper, was indeed surprised. "No," said he, "this must not be executed in my house, nor in -Aurora, if possible.". "You may rely, sir, upon my doing everything to allay the pain of this proceeding, consistent with my duty. - Ido not see how I can avoid making the arrest in Aurora." "I will order my horse and carriage, which. you can-appear in as driver. I will then request Melville to go to Auburn immediately for me on business. When in Auburn you can make the arrest, and keep. your own counsel in regard to how he got there," said Mr. Mortimer. "Yery well, sir," replied the constable. Mr. Mortimer immediately ordered the horse and buggy, and then sat down to write a short note ; which, being finished, he handed to .the officer, re- questing him to give it to Melville as soon as the arrest was made. Mr. Mortimer's plan was carried out. Melville raised no objections to complying with Mr. Morti- mer s request. Upon arriving at Auburn, the officer 'first handed to Melville Mr. Mortimer's note. He broke the seal, and read as follows: "7The person who hands you this is an officer from the. city Of TI' 12-le has just shown me a warrant commanding him to arrest you as a forger. Have preferred, and doubtless you'll readily perceive the propriety of my preference, that the service of this process should not take place in Aurora. If it is any satisfaction to you,-know that I am filled with the deepest sorrow by the occur- rence. Myself and Frederick will be in the city of U - to-night. "Yours very respectfully, "B. F. Mortimer. "THIR5DY, PM. As soon as Melville and the officer left his resi- dence, Mr. Mortimer sent a servant for his son Fre- derick. As Frederick entered his father's study, Mr. Mor- timer arose, and, placing his hands behind his back, a habit of long standing whenever he was greatly . perplexed, he thus addressed his son: "Well, Frederick, it turns out that James Mor- daunt, esquire, is not the only vilian who has sought your sister's hand." "Pray, father, what do you mean?" said Fre- derick; his face expressing the greatest astonishment at the remark. "You may well look surprised, sir; but I have performed, within the last fifteen minutes, the most disagreeable act, of my life." " Do explain yourself, father." "Very well! I will do so by giving you an order which I wish you to obey to the letter. Pack your valise, take your horse, and go to Auburn instantly. Take the evening train for the East. On board of it you will find George Melville in the hands of."a con- stable, arrested for the crime of forgery. Go to the city of U - and do what you can to make the world believe we did not think him a villain too quickly, for the sake of appearances." GEORGE MELVIL.LE. 205 page: 206-207[View Page 206-207] 206' GE ORO EMELvILLE.' "And Bell," said Frederick, "this will kill her-+ I must see her." "N o! leave that business to me. I can humor all her whims a- well and better than you, now that my wishesrtare likely to prevail about this ,marriage." "James Mordaunt is at the bottom of this matter, sir ;" said Frederick. "George Melville is an inno- cent man. Money has no attraction for him. His father is reputed to be wealthy." "Reputed!"'said Mr. Mortimer. "You had best spare your judgment from error until the facts are before you." "Well, good bye, father. I will bring the facts from the city of U- ." Saying which, Frederick Mortimer left his home to join ]Welvlle. After his son had been absent a few moments, Mr. Mortimer rang his bell, which was always answered byBess. I am here, Mr. Mortimer," said Bess, after stand- ing several moments, holding the library door open. Mr. Nortimer started suddenly as Bess thus ad- dressed him. "I had forgotten ,that 1 rang the bell, Bess. 'Go and request Miss Mortimer to come to the library." "Yis sir," said Bess, her face and actions showing her profound regard for the present head of the Mor- tiuer family, in which she had been a servant from childhood. 2aell IN ortinier soon entered the presence of her father. She was changed in some respects. The girlshloveliness which characterized Bell, when the readerfirst knew her, was now perfected by an artist those skill has no superior. The work was faultless. I GEORGE MELVILLE. 2O As she entered the room, her father gazed on his daughter with a pride measured only by ambition to see her crowned -with the laurels she was so emi- nently fitted to wear. George Melville he had read and studied with patience, zeal, and skill. He had arisen from the task, as does the student from a book of more pretension than merit. He saw that George Melville had the name of a scholar, but not the brain. While his early advantages made him a perfect gentleman in the graces of the schools, his want of application, during a novitiate in the path- way of learning, had subdued, if indeed it had not entirely quenched, the fires of his genius. To Mr. Mortimer's; close perception of character, George Melville, as a student, was a mere youth, walking on stilts. He felt that the accidents of birth and fortune which 'propped him, might one' day be knocked fromunder his feet. His downfall, in that case easily predicted, 'would be the more lamentable in its results ; the higher the winds of good fortune should carry him, the greater the fall. The favorite comparison with which he eased his conscience for thwarting his daughter's love wgs-- " Melville is a clever boy; but he is a balloon, and will rise as long as the gas lasts." In this judgment of Mr. Mortimer's we are obliged, for truth's sake, however painful the confession, to acknowledge that we coincide. But 'in another regard, Mr. Mortimr had been blind; he had failed to perceive the great practical genius of the young man. Thay principle of character which' has led thankind out Of the savage wilds, has built the rpyras imids of Egypt, founded states, explored the urin I page: 208-209[View Page 208-209] 208 oRG MELVILLE.GEOGEvLVLLE2. known world, battled forfreedom against the Cosars, and wept over the dead body of Brutus; placed in the hands of the astronomer the ladder with which he has mounted the heavens; given to the mariner the idnex finger of the deep ; to the mechanic, the reality of steam power; to the statesman, merchant, executor of law, soldier, the lightning tongue whose vibrations are instantaneously significant from State to State; from the banks of the Penobscot to the' Bay of San Francisco, speaking the great truth, let contending principles cause the -mighty pulse of American Freedom to quicken, thereby purify- ing the body of disease; but, remember, ye of North, South, East, and West, this homely truth: "Dum igitur ventri cibum subducunt, corpus debilitatur, et membra ser invidim sum poenituit." * George Melville, thus far in his life, with this exception, was all that the distinguished statesman had read him. He was no more fitted by taste, habit, or dicipline, to adorn the medical profession, than an "ass to honor a lion's skin." This, E-sopic simile may become a feast for the critics, but if it serves to urads1 out the ruins of any air-castles which our gene- rous and lenient readers have built for George Mel- ville, we shall not regret that it had become our emplog. Providence, by one of His wonderful and inscrutable decrees, was yet to prepare Melville for usefulness and greatness. College had put:forth her bes efforts for George Melville, but his Alma Mater, * "WPhile, therefore, the members withheld food from the belly, the bds was enfeebled, and the members wien too late; repented of their hatrd." notwithstanding her mountain of labor, had brought forth a-mouse. Again, we must not anticipate. "Bell, sit by me," said Mr. Mortimer, using his most affectionate tone ; "I have something to. say which must give you even more pain than my settled antipathy to your union with George Melville." "Pain, father? I can bear it; my heart has schooled itself to trial for over two years." "Two years ! what do you mean by such a re- ference to time ?" "That I have loved the noble heart you would drive from my presence, for that period of time." "Loved George Melville for two years, and kept your secret from your father. Why has this been done ?" "To prevent any unnecessary step which might arouse the serpent to draw his folds around the object of my love." "And who do you mean shall personate the serpent in your filial simile ?" said Mr. Mortimer, entirely blinded by his dislike of Melville from taking Bell's meaning. "James Mordaunt, sir, the husband of Mary Wilcox; the viper who has stung Thomas Griswold, by ruining his father, and the suspected murderer of Rev. John Furnace." " And how would my possessing your confidence' have aroused this serpent ?" " By informing him of my secret. -I believe it will yet appear that James Mordaunt ruined James H. Griswold, to,.win Bell Mortimer's hand, believing that s hQmas F. Grisw&.d was her accepted lover," said Bell. G}EORGE MEL'PILLE. 209 page: 210-211[View Page 210-211] G EORG- ]XLVILLX E . 211 "You are rather wild, Bell, in your suspicions." said Mr. Mortimer. "You said there was something of a painful nature which it was necessary I should know," said Bell. "I did, my daughter; and it is connected with George Melville." ":Has the serpent bitten him,?" said Bell. " It may prove so ; but I cannot give you any of, the circumstances which surround his case. He has, probably, ere this been arrested to answer a charge preferred against him by the cashier of the 0- bank, at the city of Uh, for obtaining six hundred and twenty-dive dollars from that bank, upon a check which is pronounced to be a forgery." Bell's heart throbbed quickly. Notwithstanding Mr. Mortimer did his utmost to betray none of the satisfaction which he would not have acknowledged had existence, even to himself, yet Bell read his feelings. ".And his misfortunes please my father," said Bell. "'Viper' for one suitor charged with crime, and' misfortunes' for another," replied Mr. Mortimer.- Yes, sir ; and my sympathy, prayers, tears, anguish of soul, energies, to lift the cloud from the unfortunate,' and bring the 'viper' where the biter shall be bitten," said his daughter. Bell Mortimer at that moment made her father's eye quail before the intense passion which kindled in hers. 9Toiorrow, sir, I go to the city of .My father'd company will be acceptable, but not abso- lutelyfnecessary." " He will accompany you, Bell; but he advises his daughter to remain at Aurora." Bell could no longer control her feelings. She threw herself into her father's arms and burst into tears. "Father, you must give your daughter a sacred promise. George Melville, convicted, or acquitted from this charge, is my affianced husband. Though to the world he be proven guilty, to me and before Heaven he is innocent. Promise me never to thwart one effort I may make in his behalf. I will not ask your assistance. In return I promise never to marry without your consent. Be assured of one thing ; while George Melville lives, I remain true to. him." "This last resolve is rash ; but I readily give you the promise, and will add to it the assistance, unless your plans should appear to be inconsistent and unwise. You will then have my best advice. Bell sometimes forgets that her father loves her." "Let her acts prove the truth or 'error of that, father," said Bell, evi,.ently much pained by his last remark. GE.OBGE ELVILLE. page: 212-213[View Page 212-213] 212 GEORGEMELVILLE. 1 XXXT. A Station on the N. Y. Central Railroad-Car Manufactory-Recep- tion of a Convict at the Auburn State Prison-A Model Prison in the United States. THE reader will please pass over nine months in the history of George Melville. It is ten and a half o'clock in the morning. The sun shines with rich grandeur over the city of Auburn. A cloud now and then flits across his disk, throwing a genial shadow over the face of the city ; a refreshing breeze causes the.green foliage which graces thousands upon thousands of the magnificent shade trees, for which Auburn is justly celebrated, to wave in beautiful contrast withthe unyielding front' of the solid masonry forming her principal buildings. We are waiting, at the New York Central, Railroad depot, the arrival of the eastern train. The cars are behind time ; something rather unu- sual for this well-conducted railroad.- Let us walk around the depot. This waiting the arrival of a train of cars in a strange place, is the essence of momen- tary-breeding enmui. We have reached the north end of the depot. Beyond we see several roomy structures, each several hundred feet in length, with height and breadth suited for manufacturing the princely-planned and decorated passenger cars, in which a traveller rides two or three hundred miles, and when at his journey's end, imagines he can step back home in a few minutes. The hum of machin- ery comes from the structures.. Enter- the-nearest. From ten to fifteen cars are in process of construc- tion. It is a pleasing sight. The skillful, indus- trious, and enterprising mechanic, multiplying his blows, as he shapes the .wood, or fashions the iron, stands there-thanks to the American Constitution, American institutions of learning, and American public sentiment-a man of influence, position, and caste. Toiling-rejoicimg-sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. "Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought."* Now walk half the width of the depot, and stop at its northwest corner. That pile of solid masonry is the Auburn State Prison. Its architectural prbpor- tions and shape present a graceful but solid front. The wall before us appears to be at least: five hun, dried feet in length. Its height must be equal to thirty or forty feet. At equal distances, upon the top of the wa1, are guard towers, designed to shelter the HenryW. Longfellow. GEORGE MELVILLE, 213 page: 214-215[View Page 214-215] 214 GEoRGE MELVILLE. sentinels. That guardsman as, with musket brought t shoulder, he treads the summit of the wall in measured :pace, occasionally casting an eye over his beat, speaks volumes to the casual traveller of the rigor Ad discipline necessary to keep in strict sub- jeeton the picked company of desperadoes within. But there is no time to loiter. The train will soon be here.; We stop: to admire that knot of ladies and gentlemen who are issuing from the main entrance through the wall. As the immense iron gate strikes. back into its place, and the bolts return to their stone sockets, a shudder seems to run through the system. Has such a feeling ever been the foretaste of this celebrated prison to any of its present inmates, once as fully entitled to liberty as they are now re- strained of it? We leave the spot, reflecting upon the question. Our next position is at the southwest corner of the depot. From this spot Auburn lies before us. To the right, and standing in bass-relief against the horizon, rises a high elevation of land, having its summit crownedwith tall and stately forest trees. A gentlemanly young man, observing our interest in tlie, scene, informs us that the forest-clad height in the distance is "FortHill Oemetery,"said to be unrivalled in natural beauty. We make a note of this fact, and detenine at some future day to pay that hill a visit. :",Sho--oo---oo--oo-ooooo" The cars at last! The dpot bell rings a'few. mer - 17 ntes-- doubtless a signal to passenger loiterers, as as to. the railroad officials and emptoyds;to be on the;alert. Within three feet of our position the iron horse stops. We turn to admire one of the most I 4 'A GEOBEQ MELVILLE. 215 beautiful specimens of locomotion we ever yet exk amined: To our inquiry, where was that splendid machine built, the engineer points to the "Auburn State Prison." We walk to the opposite side of the locomotive, intending to read the name of her build- er. But a sight here meets our gaze which causes a second shudder to rush through our veins. A young man, dressed in rich and gentlemanly style, has just emerged from the front car of the train... The irons are upon his right leg, and he is chained by the wrist to the officer who has him in charge. Who is that ?-who is that ?-who is that ? These inquiries emanate from the entire crowd. An answer is soon given. "CGeorge Melville, the forger." The excitement becomes intense. Who has not heard of George Melville, the forger ? They said he was very wealthy, and that money would get him clear. It had not, however. The Justice of the Supreme Court, and District Attorney of the city of U were. proof against corruption. Such were the re- marks of the crowd. They thought the governor might pardon him ; but nobody believed he would. He was the people's candidate, and they knew he would: not pardon a man merely because he had rich friends. And in this respect, the great mass of the people inAimerica are right. Their rulers well know, and seldom forget, the constituency to whom they are amenable for their acts, and by whom, as each elec- tion day returns, they are held strictly accountable. W have resolved, "kind reader," not to take this train;, but to visit the prison, and.see what is to be done with " Melville the forge r." We stand in front I -J page: 216-217[View Page 216-217] GEORGE -MELVILLE. of the gate, having advanced somewhat ahead of the crowd. The gate-keeper opens to our knock, and we are allowed to enter. On our left we notice a small but. neat and tastefully arranged flower-garden. Sdinethingof a contrast to our feelings of solemn awe and dread as we entered the gate. On our right is a green-lawn, shaded by beautiful trees. A fence se- parates the yard, as well as another, the garden, from the path we are in. Advancing, we ascend a flight of stone steps. We stop a moment to admire the front of this inner building, and find that .the blue limestone of the wall without is in contrast with a beautiful free-stone of the inner building. Entering, we find ourselves in a spacious hall, and the first idea that strikes us is the air of cleanliness which character- izes the place. We enter a door on the left. Within, several persons are collected, evidently engaged in discussing or conducting the affairs of the prison. We hand our card to the clerk, and watch the result. Ourname.is evidently entirely unknown to him; but he casts a modest, smiling glance at our person, and with the most gentlemanly politeness addresses us: Are you a visitor to Auburn ?" "Yes, sir." Do you desire to visit the prison ?" "If you please, and it is not inconsistent with yoiu rules." "Not at all, sir ; it is part of our duty to attend to thewishes of visitors. The price for going through istwenty-five cents. Perhaps, sir," continued the clerk, "you had better wait a few moments, as a scene of some interest will transpire here soon." Will wait with pleasure." The clerk opened the gate-to the railing, aid polite- ly handed us a chair, for whicL act we generously thanked him. The door now opened, and George Melville, the convictedforger, sentenced for five years to hard labor in the State Prison, stood before the railing, on the very spot we had just vacated. We learned that the persons who entered with him, be- sides the officers, were Thomas F. Griswold,, his junior counsel, Frederick Mortimer, son of Ion. B. F. Morti- mer of Aurora, two ladies closely veiled, and the father of the prisoner. "It has been whispered," the clerk informed me, " that this Melville was to have been married to Miss Mortimer;ithat Melville's father opposed the match, and stopped the supplies ; and that he committed the forgery to get married." An' officer of the ward entered the room. A few moments afterwards, a person, standing ready, at a signal from the Captain of the Wards, removed the irons from Melville. Melville, taking a rich diamond ring from his left hand, approached one of the ladies. Handing it, to her, he whispered a few words. She was standing near the' northeast corner of the room. Turning her back to the company, she gently raised her veil, and in a clear unbroken voice, spoke-- "IGood bye, dear brother. We all feel you are innocent, and'God will yet give the world proof of it- Melville clasped his sister to his. breast and kissed her, smiling as complacently as if he were about to leave her to a night's repose in his father's home.. Taking a second ring from his pocket, the jewel in which sparkled brilliantly, he approached the second ii , . ; , N;, _ - ' F;; - GEORGE MELVILL'E. 217 14 Y Jf t K { t F F4 k . - rv ..a JF ''1 V iY 'its 5,t { 44' +,4 i-vl Y.s "F " _ t Y 2 . +I I j} ] 4 r 1 t 1. ti ~t i1 w/ V {ri".r _ rt 1, - - ra FS _ I rt,, I' b page: 218-219[View Page 218-219] GEO RGE MELVI'LLE. lady. Gently raising her hand, which she imnedi- ately unloved, he placed this second ring upon her finger; as he stooped the better to accomplish his obet he imprinted a kiss upon her hand. This act was unnoticed by all in the room. Lifting her veil, she spoke a few words in a very low tone. The last sentences were as follows- "James Mordaunt shall yet take your place. You are satisfied this Robert Shank is the man you shot in the woods? "I am! Griswold has my full statement in writ- ing.' He knows all the 'circumstances, as he was an actor in the scene. I recognized him as I left the jail to come here," replied Melville. "kiss me, George !" said the lady. "Not here, dearest!" replied Melville; still hold- ing her hand. "Very well," replied she; "Igave you the first seal of our love. I will here give you the link which will prove that the chain is still unbroken." $he took his hand, and gracefully pressing it to her lips, spoke in an even, subdued tone, but one which could be distinctly heard all over the room. "George,.farewell five years hence, you will find, Bell Mortimer either on earth, or in heaven. James .ordaunt, I trust, may learn these words."' Melville turned from her, and grasping his father's hand, bade him good bye, saying-" Be a father to bhth'af your daughters." In turn, he then took leave 1frederick Mortimer and Mr, Griswold. The scene now become almost insupportable. There was not dryye n the room, unless we except that of the prisoner.'. He wore a quiet, but melancholy sniile. " i '++ tm + '*-- {" ,I" When Melville's friends left the room; the clerk of the prison proceeded to question him touching his name, age, place of birth, occupation, etc., etc. He answered the questions readily and in a manly tone, betraying neither bravado, nor guilt. It was the tone of conscious innocence. Not an individual present failed to form this opinion, and freely expressed themselves on the sub- ject as soon as Melville had retired. Melville was ordered by the Captain of the Wards to take off his boots. His height was then taken, and. a full description of any particular marks .upon: his face, neck, etc., all of which was duly recorded by'the clerk. He was then led from the room. "If that man is a forger, he can act 'a part better . than any one I .ever saw," said the Inspector in charge, who chanced to be present.* This opinion was not dissented from. My own opinion certainly accorded with the remark, although a novice in such judgment. The lerk now beckoned me to accompany him. Passing into the large hall I had first entered, hie led me into a second. Here was the first semblance of a prison which I had seen since passing the front gate. A heavy wicker partition set off about one- third of the entire room, making a hall between the * Some may doubt the truth of this picture of Bell Mortimer's conduct under the eyes of so many officers of the prison. Our answer is, that the present gentlemanly cleik of the Anburn State Prison, Mr. T-s Ds, while we were oece making a visit to that insti- tution, related'several instances in which the sober truth far surpasses the fiction. He gave us names and dates, and referred us to the re- cords of the prison in corroboration. We have purposely softened the picture: 4: e. ,' ' , 21-8 GEORGE MELVILLE. 29 page: 220-221[View Page 220-221] 220 GEORGE MELVILLE. wicker work and three sides of the room. A heavy gate, bearing an immense lock, closed the entrance from the main room to the hall beyond the partition. Opposite this was a heavy door, nearly covered with strong iron bars, the machinery of which-was so nicely adjusted, that they were all, moved by one connecting rod accessible only in the main room. Thus, when the heavy door, which was one of the principal entrances to the prison, was opened, the person or persons admitted thereby, could not pass beyond the wicker partition until the gate -was in turn opened. By this arrangement one man could stop a thousand, and even should the attending keeper fall asleep, he could not be surprised. Two other main entrances, precisely similar to that already described, open into this wicker hail. One at the south, and one at the north end of the room. At a signal from the clerk, the wicker gate was opened,-and I was invited to walk through-. " We won't detain you against your will, sir. Now you are in durance, if not in durance vile,"esaid the clerk, with a-gentlemanly smile-. I followed him to the south entrance of the hall. tremendous rattling of bolts and bars grated on my ear as -if by magic, when the clerk. grasped a bright iron handle onx the door, polished by long use, and commenced pulling steadily, and with con- siderable power. The door gradually swung open, requiring an exertion of considerable strength to stop its momentum and shut it again. I now found mygelf in a. capacious but unfurnished room. At one corner of this room was a right-angle4 partition, cut- * ting off a small room from the larger. Into this the GEORGE MELVILLE. 21 clerk introduced me. Before us stood George Mel- ville, the convicted forger, He was arrayed in the uniform of the prisoners. It consisted of a thick coarse, cloth, with light-blue and white stripes alter- nate. The garments consisted of roundabout, -vest, pants and cloth cap, all of the same material. In place of his closely-fitting and graceful patent-leather boots, he had on a coarse but serviceable pair of kipskin shoes. His smile had left him. A settled melancholy had spread over his countenance. In answer to my question asking permission to speak with him, the clerk informed me it was against the regulations of the prison. I could only look my sym- pathy, and that he had to the fullest extent of one who believed he suffered wrongfully. He had been assigned a place in the hospital. At present, however, the posts were all filled there, and he was to be put in the first vacancy which should occur. Until then, he was ordered to the machine shop. As I heard the Captain of the Wards inform Melville of this, a gleam as of satisfaction came over his face ; but in this I might have been mis- taken: account for it, I certainly could not. The labor of a machinist, compared to that of a hospital nurse, is as ten to one. I thought, as he left the room in company with the officer, that his white hands and delicate constitution were but ill suited to the labors of a machinist. The clerk, having finished the business which called him to this room, conducted me, through a small hallyinto a large airy doom, filled with benches. It had the appearance of a very large lecture-room. "This, sir, is called te chapel. We have public page: 222-223[View Page 222-223] 222 GEORGE ELVILLE. religious services here on the Sabbath, which ali the convictsusually attend," said the clerk. "What persuasion is adopted ?" I asked. "Sometimes one, and sometimes another. The form ofeorship .is left with the chaplain. Last year we had a clergyman of the Episcopal form; this year we,. have a Methodist; another year we may have a Presbyterian. It depends upon the Board of In- spectors, who have got the-appointing" power,"replied the clerk.. From this room we proceeded to the hospital, situ- ated directly over the chapel. Quite a number of patients were under treatment. It was the hour when the hospital physician made his daily visit. -He was present, and busily engaged examining new cases from the different parts of this huge establish- ment. How he ever accomplished his task was a mystery to me; but his questions were put to, and answered by, the complaining convicts in rapid suc- cession. A benevolent smile pervaded his counte- nance, though he appeared to be a man prompt in decision, and inflexible when his judgment had been passed. The efforts which some of the complainants made to sham sickness, and obtain a few days' re- spite from labor, were amusing. Many, however, were: sick. Such received his earnest and most prac- tical advice. The physician of a hospital like this must feel a weighty responsibility. In one respect, the hospital of this prison differs frontany we have ever visited. It appeared to be the convicts' para- dise. Here, convicts' fare and rations were changed for comforts, and even luxuries. In extreme cases, the rarest delicacies of the market arefreelyordered. GEORGE MELVILLE. 223 The officers of the prison, in the hospital surround- ings, seem to feel that the eyes of an exacting .con- stituency are upon them. For this reason, disease is here grappled and fought with every advantage which wisdom, in affluence, would naturally take. As this idea possessed our mind, we frankly own it made us feel proud of the Empire. State. We returned to the keeper's, hall, where I was surprised to see quite a large party of ladies and gen- tlemen in waiting to pass through the prison. The' clerk requested me to hand my ticket, which he had given me for my quarter of a dollar, to the keeper in charge. -Again the heavy wicker gate opened, and the party, consisting of about a dozen individuals, were conducted into what we have denominated a wicker kcall-this for want of a better title ; but this time the keeper took the gate opposite the one through which I had followed the clerk. We made our exit by the north door, precisely similar in appearance, size, and fastenings to the south and west doors. Through it we were all ishered. The idea at once strikes the mind-so, at least, happened on this occa- sion to a beautiful young lady, evidently a farmer's daughter, one of the party, a stranger, as indeed were all, to ourself. She remarked to her companion: " I wonder if the keeper intends to have us all go .to rost? " It looks like it," said Iber companion. " I shall have to ask him to give me a cell entirely 'alone, then," continued the blooming girl. "Youdon't want to break loose from the minister's knot a'ready, do you, Molly ?" "Yesif we can't have a bigger bedroom than one page: 224-225[View Page 224-225] 224 GEORGE MELVILLE. of these cells," replied the fair ;girl, half sotto voce, whom I now concluded had that morning given her- self over to the manly-looking countryman, for better or Worse, to love, honor, and . . The rest of the vow is distasteful. Gallery after gallery, range after range of these cells, we now rapidly passed; every one, a small dungeon, except that the adjective "dark" would not apply. They are all lighted by an iron grating, about two feet square. But the keeper hastens our footsteps-we descend to the floor. These cells are built in tiers one above another, some eight or ten in number, of solid masonry ; every door is of'iron, and heavily locked. From our present position on the ground floor,: the distance to the highest tier, is so great, that it fills the mind with wonder as well as vastness. The idea of sleeping in one of those cells for one night, alone ought to deter men from crime Why they fail to do this may possibly be answered by the idea that depraved hearts are willing to rut the risk of discovery. There are few convicts sen teniced upon confession, compared to the number sentenced upon conviction. We are now introduced to a scene of airy-like activity. Blows'! blows !-click-a-click !-click-a. click-a-click-! ,whir-r-r-r! whir-rr-r! -- whir-r-r-r From sixty to a hundred men are here making barrels. As ourtparty enters, nearly every eye is turned upon us; can it be these men, isolated from the world to expiate their crimes against human law, are looking niously among our party for a smile of home? This must be the solution of that simultaneous gaze, so unlike a work-shop filled with honest mechanics. GEORGE MELVILLE. 225 Sometimes, even a question, which demands a reply, will fail to take an honest mechanic's eye from his work. The contrast causes an involuntary sigh of pity, which reflection soon informs the heart to be misplaced; they need pity for their crimes, not for their lot. We leave the "cooper shop" and enter the " hames shop," where the trappings of carriages and all kinds of harness mountings are manufac- tured; we next enter the "tool shop." The ponderous machinery in this place astonishes us, considering our preconceived notions ; almost as far as the eye can reach and distinguish, appear work-benches, each one occupied by a single convict engaged in fashioning, or finishing some tool necessary to a carpenter and joiner's kit, or chest. More than eighty different varieties of tools are here manufac- tured, and, while they are afforded cheaper than, they are said to be equal to, the foreign -article. If memory serves aright, we must do "merrie Eng- land" justice in the steel. English steel is used to tip the best plane-irons. American steel, however, is also used for the same purpose, and the purely American tool is said to obtain a wide popularity among mechanics. We now approach what the . keeper informs us is the "State shop," where the half-way sick convicts are sent, who do not need hos- pital attention. They are employed to do such work as they are able, or are suffered to remain idle, subject to the judgment of the keeper in charge. Great leniency is 'manifested, and the utmost pre- caution taken to commit no errors in such judgment. We now cross an open court and enter a range of buildings to the south. In succession we pass 10* page: 226-227[View Page 226-227] 226 GEO -MELVILLE. through a " cabinet shop," " shoe shop," "tailor shop,"' for manufacturing convict clothing, " dye house," and finally, an extensive "machine shop." Machinery of all kinds, and of the most ponderous character, is before us in process of manufacturing, and under all stages of progress. Upon inquiry, we learn that the enterprise of the great West, Canada on the north, the chivalrous South, and the calcu- lating East, is represented by this half-finished ma- chinery. That engine is ordered by a firm in Upper Canada; this ponderous iron planing-machine is for / a bold man and cool head off on the prairies; that immense range of shafting is for a factory in New England; that beautiful specimen of steam power i for a new establishment in the great commercial emporium for the trade over the American lakes. The-gentlemanly keeper whispers a sentence in our ear.. "Do you see that young convict receiving direc- tions from another convict, far to the right $" "Yes, sir; why, that is 'Melville the forger.' " "jAh, sir ! you know him then.. I chanced to be in the keeper's hall when he passed through ; he don't: appear to 'feel very bad just now ; after he gets a taste of hard work, his spirits will begin to droop more, and he will regret that he could not appreciate the difference between a true and forged signature." "Idon't believe he is a guilty man," we ventured to"suggest to the keeper. "That isthe usual sympathy of men unaccustomed to deal with rascals; they can assume innocence better than a hungry man can handle his knife GEORGE MELYILLE, 27 and fork. There isn't a convict in the prison,. not sentenced upon confession, who will say he is guilty." This remark of the keeper, we afterwards learned, was, in the main, correct ; and, in it, we discover why the application, of the executive cle- mency becomes a privilege most difficult to be exer- cised. No doubt, innocence, as, the reader knows was the case with George Melville, sometimes be- comes a sacrifice to the majesty of the law; but more frequently the law forgets her prerogatives, and allows the guilty to have the benefit of the doubt, rather than that innocence should suffer. More frequently, too, the executive clemency is interposed upon the divine law, that ten guilty should escape; rather than that one innocent man should suffer. We leave this shop, and enter a "spinning and carding shop." For this enumeration of the prine- pal workshops, i this prison, we doubt not, most of our readers will thank us. It is a sprinkling of the actual upon the imaginative. We will now ascend the open court, which was crossed a few moments since. This courtis extensive, being several hundred feet long, by at least two hundred, and perhaps more in width. We approach the central entrance to the keeper's hall. A flight of about twenty stone steps leads from the court'to the stone platform in front of the entrance. A large bell rings. The platform aid all the standing room upon the steps; is filled with ladies and gentlemen, visitors for the mnorning to the prison. In long columns, marching in single file, back to breast, the entire convict force of the prison are. seen emerging at different points from as many page: 228-229[View Page 228-229] 22 229 G1EOBlG fLVILLE~ GEORGE MELVILLE. 228 places as there are shops, and in as many companies, each company taking up its line of march in the, court. Occasionally, as was the fact at this time, a band of music, themselves guests for the morning, at the request of the agent, make the stony walls reecho to the strains of " the march," as, with a skill that would have awakened commendation from a " Bel- lini," they gladden the thousand hearts which, in those convict ranks, "Are beating funeral marches to the grave." Say not, sons of liberty, in this world of error, that a "Per" cannot find a second "tear-drop " bedew- ing the "repentant cheek" of some convict, with which passport to.open again the. pQrtals of heaven. See!-those eyes in that column marching so closely in review are not all dry. Is that young convict who draws a sleeve over his face, the husband? Has he discovered the wife of his bosom among the crowd of visitors? Is that one-the grey-locked old convict -a father? See! he sheds a tear. This weeping female at my side-was that a' daughter's kiss she threw so suddenly when the old man marched by? Such a tear-drop at least looks like repentance. The last column has passed-no ! there, down on the left, comes one more. Three keepers walk steadily by its side. There must be at least a hundred men in that column. They march in single file,b to breast; their step is wondrously reIta eems like the step of a single man; butjM ,ai tingtly the footsteps sound I tread-trea ,d tread. It is almost impossible to dissipate tiillu sion even with the reality before us. And there- es! 'tis he ! That young man is "George Melville, the forger." And those convicts are the machinists. thEen yet he wears that melancholy truthfulness. No he cannot be really a forger. How terrible the thought ! does he'suffer innocently? 0 r page: 230-231[View Page 230-231] 23 G~OGE~L~r.n1.GOIc MEIdVIILLEf. 231- XXXII. More about the Prison. Ti heavy bolts rattle ,again, and the crowd of visitors are. once more admitted to the "keeper's hall." My thanks are due the olerk, for what I have now learned was an especial favor, and I go to his office. He has not the time nor liberty to bestow upon all a hospital visit. The sick would suffer from the gaze of the curious. "And did you see the convicts at dinner, after they had marched into the dining-room ?" said the clerk, in reply to our thanks. " I did not, sir." "If you have the time, we will go and see them." "Thank yoi1; I shall be pleased to do so," was my reply. We return to the "keeper's hall." A small door, leading into. a stairway, and which I had not before observed, was opened for us. We descend into a very large room with a stone floor. The nasal organ is assailed with the savor of the cuisine. "This is the kitchen," said the clerk. "Here, in this side room, the cooking is done. Those huge iron caldrons are the cooking utensils. By means of them, .we feed between seven and eight hundred convicts three meals daily." We next entered the dining-room. Here was a sight indeed, for a novice to wonder at. Eight hun- dred convicts, men of all grades in crime, age, and education.; epresentatives of all climes, nations, and tongues ; and all of them members of the human family, filled with passions, energies, minds, like our own, but, for the time, dead to the world. The clerk requests me to follow him. We make a half circuit of the room, but it is impossible to hear conversation, on account of the clatter of knives and forks. One thing we notice. The plates are all of wood. If crockery was known here, the breakage for one day would supply the raw material for a meal. "There is Melville, the forger," said the clerk, putting his mouth close to my ear and speaking in a loud tone. Once more I looked upon this young man. He: was doing his utmost to swallow a few morsels of the plain but wholesome food offered him. "That young man, I believe, is no more guilty of committing forgery than I,"aid the clerk. I was surprised at this remark ; but as I subse- quently learned, it is remarkable how accurately and quickly. prison- officers of long standing can detect real and assumed innocence in a convict. The officers. seldom express these convictions. On this occasion, however, the clerk had evidently given Melville his, heartfelt sympathy, a circumstance which was to benefit him afterwards. "Now, sir, if you desire to take a walk of about three-quarters of a mile, we will make a circuit of the prison walls." 230GFEORGE MELVI"LIE. page: 232-233[View Page 232-233] 282 GEORGE MELVILLE. This kindness on the part of the clerk, it was diffi- cult for me to accept. I feared he was offering more than I ought to take advantage of. "No sir," said he, in reply to my objections; "I anrot in perfect condition for work to-day, and the exercise will be a practical advantage to me. Do not let me make my offer a trespass upon your time, however." I accepted his kindness without further remark, and we proceeded at once to the front gate, where I had first entered the prison. Here, on each side of theimmense iron gate, and each forming part of the wall, are two large towers, built of cut stone. The walls proper are built of hewn stone. In the southern tower is the gate-keeper's lodge. In the northern tower is a spiral staircase, forming a communication with the top of the wall. This staircase we ascended. It would be impossible to incorporate into the text of this history the really magnificent views constantly recurring to.the pedestrian, making the circuit of the main wall inclosing the Auburn State Prison. The wall forms an oblong square, seemingly, five hundred by twelve hundred feet. These distances are only approximate ; but they are very near the truth. To describe the impression made on the mind by this walk is a difficult task for the pen. The vastness of this structure fills the mind with awe. It incloses all the necessities requisite for a score of manufactories, complete in'all their parts, together with an immense hotel, or boarding-house, capable of sustaining and providing lodgment for thousands. Each and every part of the structures within the walls bears the e vi- dences which speak of the strengt'. necessary to con- GEOIVRGE MELVILLE. 233 fine vice, wickedness and crime. Without, there is a contrast ; as far as the eye can reach, are the em- blems of freedom; earth, air, homes, beautiful shade- trees, and'in the distance, stately forests and fields of waving corn; to the south, numerous church spires point towards heaven where the convicted felon, judge, jurors, citizens, all must congregate on the great and final day; to the east, a stately and solid structure, where, our companion informs us, stu- dents of theology, in one of the Christian denomma- tions, are made ambassadors of the good news to man. Is the contrast fearful? We have endeavored to picture the facts of this walk. Will the reader, as he gazes upon the scene, try to learn the important lessons which they, teach? We have now reached the middle of the western' wall. But what is that wall beyond this ?" " That," replied the clerk, "incloses part of the State property ; and there, to the left, is the burial ground of the prison. It has been secured to meet the wants of 'a sovereignty growing like the Empire State, and will be necessary at a future day. As na-, tions wax fat, criminals multiply." page: 234-235[View Page 234-235] 11 GE2RoRG'E MELVILLE. XXXI. James Mordaunt, Esq., triumphs.- WAT is the hour, father ?" said Bell o rtas she entered the ladies' parlor at B---'s Hotel, the city of UL-. It it now seven o'clock." Has any news arrived from the village of. "Nothing definite, Bell. The jury, it is undei-. stood, have agreed upon a verdict. It will be ren- dered this morning at the opening of the court. We. shall get all the particulars by eleven o'clock." "Cannot you order a carriage, father, and let me be present at this last scene of James Mordaunt's triunph ?" "No, Bell. I must ask you to rest content with what I have already conceded in. coming with you, and assisting in this defence. - The. labor, too, has been a useless waste of=time, for the testimony against Melville is so overwhelming, there is no hope for him. He must go to prison, Bell." "1George says he is innocent, father." He may beb; ut innocence and the testimony against-him are opposite poles on the earth. He went to his room, the very room opposite the one you now GEORGE MELVILLE. 235 occupy. A waiter of the house testifies that he saw him go there ; that he saw him ten minutes afterwards descending the stairs, dressed in a particular coat ; that he saw him come into the bar-room half an hour after, having on the same coat ; and on the cross-ex- amination, that he could not be mistaken, that he knew him perfectly well. Mr. Robert Shank testi- fies that he saw a man having on such a coat, which was shown to the witness, present a check for six hundred and twenty-five dollars, at the very hour testified to by the'banker. The cashier and the teller of the bank testify to his identity and the presenta- tion and payment of the check. The partners of-the firm, whose firm name is attached to the check, have all seen the same 'in open court, and testified that it is. a forgery. Their book-keeper has testified to the same. The defence amounts to just nothing at all. Not one allegation of Melville's can he sustain by proof. He acknowledges that he went to his room, in the hotel. He also says that he sat down and wrote a long letter, which he finished just as the waiter called to get his valise, at the hour for the de- parture of the train going east ; that he took the train, and went directly to Aurora; that he was never in the O- Bank inhis life." "But, father, George says the whole affair is a con- spiracy to ruin him, and that he believes James Mor- dauntis at the bottom of it." " He must prove it, Bell." Everything appears to be dark now; but the time will come when there will be sunlight, father." "t may, Bell ; but not for George IMelvilie. His race among men of integrity is run." ."4. - page: 236-237[View Page 236-237] 236 G ]GiE ME LVIL LE. A waiter entered with a letter. It was for Bell. Y DEAR FRIEND' BELL:'' The jury have rendered their ver dict. I: is against George. The quz, even under this cloud, begins to shiue.: The witness, Robert Shank, George has recognized as the robber hom, he shot in the woods several years since. I have also recog iized him. This will be our clue to the truth yet. Keep this to yourself Bell. In great haste,I TuonAs F. GRISWOLD. When Bell had finished reading her note, she im- mediately tore it into a hundred pieces. "What is that for, Bell ?" said her father. "Is it not from Mir. Griswold ?" A' It is, and announces the verdict." " What is it ?" "Guilty, sir; and would to Heaven I might go and share his fortunes in a prison." But Bell Mortimer little knew the real effect upon her. health which the last few months of anguish, anxiety and excitement, had produced. Two hours front that moment, her father bent over the form of his beautiful daughter, prostrated upon a bed of sick- ness. A raging fever attacked the lovely girl, and brought her within a short step of the grave. Then it was the father's -turn to suffer. His anxiety for his daughter's life was only equalled by his exertions to save her. Mrs. Mortimer was immediately sent for. Three weeks after, when Bell again walked her room, a mere skeleton of her former self, and could once more gaze into her father's eye with the old smile of affection, and faintly thank him for all his kindness, then he resolved never again to speak to GEORG E ME LVILLE' 237 her, even what he felt to be just, if it was against George Melville. lie resolved also to know the trth, if James Mordaunt had really planned Mel- Ville's destruction. If such was the .fact, his daugh- ter's sufferings lay at James Mordaunt's door. Mr. Mortimer was a man of the world, filled with the world's ambition; but he was also a kind man at heart, and when aroused- to accomplish a purpose, few could do more, or commit less errors of judg- ment. Thorhas Griswold had obtained a stay of prodeed- is, which procrastinated the final sentence of his friend for a few weeks. He did not shake the ver- diet. As the reader has already learned, George Melville was sentenced to prison for a term of five years. page: 238-239[View Page 238-239] 2'EOEIG M:ELVILLS. xxxTY' Mr. M----, Chief of the New York Police, puts his Private Seal upon a Coffin in Greenwood Cemetery. "Goon bye, Bell! I must be in New York next week. You will not hear from me until that time." 4"Good bye, father. Always love your Bell; will you not, dear father ?" A tear glistened in Mr. Mortimer's eye, as he gave his horses the word to start. Had Bell Mortimer, at that instant been able to look into the depths of her father's heart, she might have seen a resolution in her behalf which would have brought back her smiles; but, Mr. Mortimer had learned the. benefit of silence, until he could speak of results. He had now been but a few days at home. He had remained only until he could be certain that his daughter's health was established. His journey was solely on her account. At eleven o'clock, the following mor- ning, he was at the office of J. S. Taylor, Eq., in New York. "Good morning, sir," said Mr. Taylor, as he recog.-. nized theperson of his distinguished visitor. I have ep ure of your acquaintance; but, I beli.ee I ddresthe Hon. .F. Mortimer." "Andthis, I presume, is Counsellor Taylor whose 239 GEORGE MELVILLE. name has been for a long time familiar to me replied Mr. Mortimer. "Mr. Taylor, I have a matter of a business nature for your ear. Can we employ a few hours together, to-day ?" "Certainly, sir," replied Mr. Taylor. "We shall be less liable to interruption in my private office." " Mr. Taylor, you have, doubtless, learned from Mr. Griswold the particulars of George Melville's trial, conviction and sentence ; also, the suspicions which are entertained against James Mordaunt." "I have, sir." "Very well. I have learned from my son a gene- ral outline of what you have against, Mordaurit. Whether guilt or innocence attaches to Mr. Mor- daunt, is my present object. When will you try the action instituted in behalf of Mary Wilcox ?" "Mordaunt has postponed the trial twice; it may not reach a hearing under six months. I do not think he can postpone it again, however." "Very well. I have six months to work in, then." " How so? Will I have your assistance in this difficult and perplexing matter ?" "1As a client, you will, Mr. Taylor. I am interested in the ease, by several circumstances, and desire to learn, more particularly, all the grounds you have obtained upon which to found a hypothesis of suc- cess." "Mr. Taylor at once opened the whole case to Mr. Mortimer. He had learned but littledmore, however,toissist him He relied, in a great mea- sure, upon his unknown correspondent ynIgie..Mrtiner made smeminutes of the principal I page: 240-241[View Page 240-241] 240 GEORGE MELVIILE. facts in the case, after which he left Mr. Taylor, with a promise to call again soon. His next call was upon Thomas Griswold. From Griswold he learned the important fact that Gerge Melville had recognized in the witness Robert Shank, a highwayman whom he had formerly shot. "What are you doing about him, Mr. Griswold ?" "We are giving him rope by which he may hang himself. Chief M -l has him in charge. Every movement he makes for the next six months will be recorded in that book," said Griswold, pointing to a blank book on the table. "He has been seen in Mordaunt's office twice already. That shows nothing, but it is significant." "What are you doing with Mordaunt ?" "Mrs. Tryon's new coachman is a police officer. Besides thi, every movement Mordaunt makes will be carefully watched and studied," replied Griswold. That is all very good, Mr. Griswold, but there is one source of information you are leaving unex- plred." "What is that 2" s it impossible to find who have been servants at Mrs. Tryon's for the past three years'? You may possibly trace, this Robert Shank into close intimacy with Mordaunt by this means." " That is true. I will make a note of it," said Griswold." Mr. Mortimer next started for the city of Brooklyn, Y His object was to have a personal interview withtMary Wilcox. For this purpose he had ob- tained a note:of introduction from .Mr Taylor. r/ ° O.I E M°'-Z"LYVILr/-La E. 241 The result of this interview, while it did not fail t excite Mr. Mortiner's heartfelt sympathy in her be- half, added nothig material to the evidence An'the case. He next proceeded to call upon Mrs. Furnace, the widow of the Rev. John Furnace, whose remarkable disappearance had never been accounted for. He ob- tained from her the time of the funeral;- the hour Mr. Furnace left his home; a minute description of his dressjewelry, watch; in ne, of every article which he had about him that she could remember. This being accomplished, he retn fie to his hotel He now sent a messenger, requestin 'the chief of police to detail two active and shrewd policemen for his special ser- vice. In an hour, OhiefjNC-1 himself 'called at Mr. Mortimer's room, accompanied by the desired policemen. Upon learning what Mr. Mortimer's ob- ject was, he expressed his thanks for his assistance. While he had never lost sight of the matter, he readily confessed that the results thus far had been very unsatisfactory. One thing, Mr. Mortimer," said the chief have sometimes thought of doing; but my judgment has always told me the labor would prove-fselers as to results. I have thought of exhuming the of' fn buried that day by Rev, Mr. Furnace. t will, doubtless, show that there, was no, corpsein'r"the " And that fact has become very important, ince: r. cen theory f mine shallprove true,'sir, re ihi+ Mortimenr. "That in my wh6l& obel ti for these 'officers yw + r'S ." ,'c'}. ';: -' ar "l ' ' r!:ri ++±- - iT '. r MrNrtiihier yo ;.u eed g o ,._f :o §r I i page: 242-243[View Page 242-243] ;i $ . , - d = s - _; x' kr n t !.f r GEORG~E NtLVILLE,- further anxiety in the matter, unless you would pre- fer to be present at the opening of the coffin." "I am desirous of doing so, sir," said Mr. Mor- it I!' It- 242 timer. " My carriage shall be here early to-morrow," replied the chief. "I will dispatch the orders neces- sary to have everything prepared, that we may not be detained at the cemetery." "Thank you, sir; and now I will give you my suspicions, and the grounds upon which. they are based. You shall then judge for yourself of the im- portance of this procedure.' I go upon- the theory, that one Robert Shank conducted that funeral; that he was a mere tool of James Mordaunt; that he can tell what has become of the clergyman. Now for my reasons. A young man has been sent to prison for forgery committed in the city of U ." "You mean George Melville." "The same." "How does that connect with this affair ?" "This Robert Shank, you have, doubtless, learned was a witness against this Melville." "Yes; so I read in the testimony. He bought a draft the same day Melville presented the check," said the chief. "Well. This same Robert Shank, several years since, waylaid George Melville, and attempted to rob him. Melville shot his *companion. On the same evening, Shank attempted to shoot Melville, when Melville gave Shank a bullet. I have no doubt this Shank carries the mark of Melville's shot." "1Can you prove these facts, Mr. Mortimier ?" "Certainly! Quite satisfactorily; and now I m GEOGEG MELVILLE. obliged to make you acquainted with a imily mat- ter, in order tlat you may see the conne tion which links James Mordaunt with Melville's case, as well as with the clergyman's death. Of course it need go no f£uther. James Mordaunt is i tnsuecessfdl suitor for the hand of Miss Mortimer. For three years he has followed up the -matter and with my consent. George Melville has been the accepted lover who has stood in his way. Thomas Griswold, Esq., has been Melville's friend and confidant. Mor- daunt has ruined Thomas Griswold's father. That is a fact now clearly established. Griswold has in turn exposed Mordaunt to me in the Mary Wilcox matter. We will suppose how, for the sake of the theory, that George MIeMille's story is true, and that he is a victim ofJames Mordaunt's revenge. Robert Shank is a prin- cipal witness to convict him of forgery. Of course no suspicion can attach against the officers of the bank, or against any of the other witneses upon whose testimony, Melville was convicted. Hobert Shank therefore stands alone, open to suspicion~ "And of course he would be James Mordgnt's tool," interrupted Chief M -1; "inasmuch as your theory supposes that Melville's conviction was a plot to prevent him from obtaining Miss ortimer's hand." "Just so !" said Mr. Mortimer. "But Shank might have plotted this eoviction to revenge the shot," suggested the chief of police " Possibly; but not likely. It was a plot which required awyer's brain to lay out, end a Robert Shank to execute." "I suppose the balance of your theory is as fol- I ' , I Olt t S Y r e _ {) I v, i ..'r Ft f,{ A,, . ,,,. i _ " . , , ,- , , i4+ }' ''' f Q 77(rIi 1' 1 1111, t 4' h r . . , page: 244-245[View Page 244-245] 244 ' GEORGEMMEELIILLLLEE2. lows,' said Chief M -1. "That when Mary Wil- coxfirst sought for her rights, James Mordaunt desired the death of the Rev. John Furnace to destroy testi- moy. That Robert Shank was the tool. That the funeral was a sham, merely to decoy the clergyman into place where it would be safe to murder him; and, that it was the head-work of James Mordaunt." "You have the whole, sir, intuitively," said Mr. Mortimer. "And Mr. Mortimer, your theory will yet give a correct solution of this tangled web of crime." At an early hour the following morning, Chief M---1, accompanied by Hon. B. F. Mortimer, en- tered Greenwood Cemetery. The officers, sent the day previous, upon examining the records of the cem- etery, found that on the afternoon of the clergyman's disappearance, three interments had been made. That made at six o'clock was doubtless the one they ought to examine. Orders were issued by the officers of the cemetery which allowed the opening of the grave. When the chief arrived, the grave had been opened, but the coffin had not been disturbed. The outer box, which was in a good state of preservation, being opened, revealed a common cherry coffin.. This being in turn opened, revealed a mass of dirt and stones. "The body has returned to dust pretty quick," observed one of the policemen. "Let not a man touch a stone in that coffin with- out my orders," said the chief. Turning to one of the policemen, he said-. "ESave you brought the boards ?" "yes, sir I" "Put them together." In a few moments, a large platform like a flooring, with a planed surface, and grooved tightly together, was spread out upon the grass. "Empty the contents of the coffin on that," said the chief. This was immediately done. "Three of you watch the proceedings. Keep your eyes constantly upon the work. Rountree and Baker may carefully examine the whole mass." The chief's, orders were obeyed to the letter. In a few moments, the officer addressed as Rountree, offered to the chief a jack-knife. The blade wad so completely rusted that it was almost part of the handle. No effort was made to open it. "Was that in the heap ?" said-the chief, not touch- ing it. "It was, sir," said Rountree. " Place a mark upon it that you may be able to recognize it again. Gentlemen, you may all, notice what the mark is," said the chief. This order was obeyed. "Now, Mr. Rountree, will you please clean the handle of that knife as well as you can ?" This order was also obeyed. "Examine the knife carefully, and see if you find any marks upon it," said the chief. "I do sir," said Rountree. "What ?" said the chief. "The letters 'iR. S.' cut in rather a curious style." "Are, you sure ?" said the chief. "I am, sir," replied Rountree. "Baker, put your mark also upon that knife." GEORG E, MELVILLE. 245.: K E C' l- , 'n s . { ( _ , ; 7+,. , 2 ;S" , t ' page: 246-247[View Page 246-247] E'? It t- MEL41L~ ;~~~ EVLE '"Mr. Rountree, you will key that kne in your posession, ready to p-oduce it when you iveceive my orderstoo dc"sp "Continue the examination.. either Mr. Mortinmer,nor the chief, betrayed sur- prise when the letters upon the knife handle were read, although both saw -an almost certain solution to the ryste-y attending the disappearance of the clergy- ina:. Nothing further was found among the con- tents of the coffin. When the examination was "flzished, the dirt, stones, etc., were ordered to be eplaced in the coffin, and the whole put into the condition it was before being opened. Chief M.-- then placed his private seal upon the box, and delivered it into the charge of two police 6fieers, with orders to convey it to New York. xxxv. A Council of War. ON the afternoon of the same day the coffin was exhumed, the following conversation occurred at the law office of J. S. Taylor, Esquire. "There is not sufficient testimony upon which to arrest James ordaunt; but I think we had better immediately arrest Robert Shank, and charge him with the murder of John Furnace," said Mr..Taylor. "What is your opinion, Mr. Mortimer ?" "Too soon. Strike when the iron is hot, not be- fore," replied Mr. Mortimer. "Our friend there, Chief M 1, has set on foot an investigation which must consume time, but which will, doubtless, event- ually result in obtaining some further valuable testi- mony." "Yes, it will take time, as I have given orders for every unelertaker in New York to be brought to ex- amine the box and coffin, with the hope that we may find some one who can identify it." "In that case, you ,will have to watch this Shank with great care," suggested Mr. Taylor. "Better run that risk than have him escape for want, of testimony. He can't be tried but once for the same offence," said Mr. Mortimer. 4EOR0 U.. M.EL4ILLE. 247. page: 248-249[View Page 248-249] W ray ' t "He will find it impossible to escape from an arrest, unless his suspicions are aroused," said tbe chief.. "It appears to me safe to arrest him," suggested Mr. Thomas Griswold, who had also been invited to attend this council. "You are correct, Mr. Griswold, so far as Robert Shank is concerned; but you will doubtless perceive that Shank's arrest will put the greater game on guard. It will be a difficult task to connect James JMordaunt with the murder of John Furnace if his suspicions are aroused. He will not rest easy when Shank is arraigned for the murder which he planned," said Mr. Mortimer. " I agree with you, Mr. Mortimer," said Mr. Taylor. " Mr. Mortimer's advice is best," said Mr. Gris- wold. "What say you, Chief M 1 '" "For a still weightier reason, Mr. Mortimer's ad- vice seems to me best to be followed, gentlemen. Mr. Griswold, did your father's house burn a few days before Mr. Griswold's failure ?" asked the chief. "r It daid, -sir." "Then it is more than probable that Robert Shank is the incendiary who kindled that fire," said the chief. If we can trace Shank that night, we may ob- tain another important circumstance in this chain of ep*idence. I have heard that one of the fire com- panies elected you as an honorary member of their company, for your good qualities, as a bold man, on that ocasion. What is the number of that come "No. 20, sir." * GEORaE NMELVILLE. 249 GEORGE ~MELVILL-E. The. chief made a minute of this answer in his memorandum-book. "I am perfectly satisfied,".said Mr. Taylor, "that the iron must be heated hotter." "Gentlemen, I move an adjournment of this.coun- cil for one week," said the chief. "Mr. Mortimer, your presence in the city must be kept carefully con- cealed from James Mordaunt." "I shall leave for home by this evening's train, sir," said Mr. Mortimer. "And will return" "One week from to-day, Mr. M---1, without fail," replied Mr. Mortimer. 248 page: 250-251[View Page 250-251] 250 , EORG-.E MELVILL E , XXXVI. A Smash-up in Broadway, N. Y.-The New York Hospital-The Nev York Press--Sarah E. Graham a Lunatic. WmLE the indefatigable chief of police is endeavor- ing to unravel the tangled web of crime, woven by Jamies IMordaunt, we must ask the reader to go with us once more to No.- Twenty-third street, where the body of Sarah E. Graham, at the dead of night, lies senseless upon the floor in the second story front room of the house. The very carpet that the beautiful girl had- selected and paid for out of money furnished by the fiend who had strike her down, was now absorb- ing her blood as it oozed from a ghastly wound upon her head. Now and then a sudden tremor or spasm ran through the frame of the prostrate body, causing a shudder to creep through the nerves of her de- stroyer. It was not like the shudder of fear, easily dispelled by aid of a determined will; it was the cold, creeping horror, freezing the pulse, and making the heart to hear the echo of its beating with fearful distinctness. For several minutes, James Mordaunt tood a if transfixed with terror, gazing upon his vic- tim. At last, by a great effort, he roused himself for .thenext act in the tragedy. Going to the door;e called Shank. The, tone of his voice sounded so un- natural that he himself was frightened..Shan's. entrance into the room; even to. the man of learning, power, and position, was a relief. 3 The sympathy of a hardened villain, whose arms were steeped in huma. blood, was then most welcome. "What ! you hain't done for her I". exclaimed Shank. "She drew a pistol on me," said Mordaunt, thus defaming the character of poor Sarah by a black falsehood to palliate his guilt before Shank.- "She shouldn't a' done that. Didn't know that folks must defend their lives, did she ?" said Shank. " I seized her barely in time," said Mqrdaunt. " Wal, she's .done for," said Shank; "and now, what's the orders? It won't do to leave her in this spot. "Of course not," replied Mordaunt. "What do you propose? I ain't good at a plan; but I ken do the work,.as you know, counsellor, said Shank, putting on a patronizing smile, which now was received by Mordaunt without the least feeling of wounded self-love. Interest had suddenly instilled into his mind equality of feeling, as well as equality of dissimulation. He grasped Shank's had, and shaking it warmly, said: "]Mr. Shank, you hgve a noble soul. I have never fully appreciated your worth until now. Conima minds ray' become intimate in friendship, on short acquaintance ;' but it has taken a good many tirring deeds to bring us-together." "That's bin the case with you towards me, si re but I've read you quicker. I'se been your friend, and was bound you should know me. 'Tai't GEOR( E. 'MELVILLE. 251 page: 252-253[View Page 252-253] :252GEOR-GE "LIL GEORGE 'MELVILLE. 253 to be'spected a man of all your laming should like a min like me, 'til you know'd I was worth sumthin'. It's all right now, squire. We ken hey any amount ov confidence in each other, 'cause we knows one another," said Shank. After a number of plans for disposing of the body had been offered and duly discussed, one suggested by Shank was adopted. Shank accompanied Mor- daunt to his aunt's house. Mordaunt there gave him a disguise of a. French gentleman, a dress which he had formerly used at a masquerade. In this dress, Shank went to a livery stable, and hired an open buggy.with two fast horses, ordering it to be sent to one of the principal hotels. As Shank received the reins from the hostler, he tossed him a French gold piece, which made the eyes of the man glisten with pleasure. As he walked into the stable of his employer, a half hour after, he in-, formed a jockey in waiting,'" as how the Frinch gin-. tlemin was a gintlemin, faith ; fur he gin me a raal goold pace." The coin was duly examined over and over, but finally it was pronounced genuine. It was now nearly half-past two in, the morning. Sarah's cloth- ing was duly arranged. The bonnet was not tied on, but only carelessly placed on her head. She was then put into the carriage, and Shank took his seat "Good-night, sir," said Shank, as he drove off. "Goodnight, monsieur," said Atordaunt. "I hope to see you and your estimable lady again oon.1' he estimable lady did not seen to- appreciate the compliment. Mordaunt then entered the house and set to work, removing all traces -of blood. He cut out the part of the carpet that was stained, and burned it; determining to have every piece of furni- ture in the house sold as soon as possible, and to let the building. He accomplished both ; but just before the bustle of removal, the carpet, which was cut, had been quietly abstracted by Shank, and properly taken care of. On the morning after these terrible events in the history of James Mordaunt, the New York press contained announcements of a frightful run-away in Broadway. The following, taken from the columns of the Daily - -is a specimen of the whole. FRIGHTFUL ACCIDENT. A-FEMALE TERRLBLY BRUISED! SCENE AT THE CITY HOSPITAL. DIFFICULT OPERATION PERFORMED WITH COMPLETE SUCCESS, BY DR. ----! HOPES FOR HE& RECOVERY. "At about three o'clock this morning, two horses, attached to alight buggy, were discovered running down Broadway at a frightful speed. A lady was in the buggy. The street being almost deserted, the horses had a fair field. When nearly opposite Canal street, they ran into a carriage which had commenced to cross Broadway ; a general smash-up ensued. The lady was thrown out; the driver of the carriage run into, had his arm broken; the carriages were badly injured; one of the horses crossing the street, was killed upon the spot; a second received a frightful gash upon his right fore quarter, which extended down his leg to the knee joint. All the horses were thrown to the ground. The driver and the lady were both taken up senseless, and conveyed immediately to the City Hospital. But little hopes are entertained that the lady will recover. As yet, her friends have not appeared, consequently her name is unknown, as sheis unle to speak. Around her neck was a silken cord, attached to whichis a smallminiature-bearing upon the back the name, .Louia page: 254-255[View Page 254-255] .. 0raham." The miniature is evidently intended for some friend, perhaps the mother of the injured woman. There can be little doubt' but that her friends will visit her, when they hear of the accident. P. S.-As we go to press we learn that the buggy was hired in Fourth Avenue ly a Frenchi gentleman. What is very eia able, he cannot now be found; but the owner of the carriage has received, through the mail, a letter containing three hundred dollars in bills, upon different banks. The Frenchman gave the hostler a gold piece at the hotel, but, as appears by the statements of the proprietor of the hotel, no such person was boarding with him." For several weeks, Sarah Graham lay unconscious of the anxiety which the physicians and nurses attached to the New York Hospital felt in her behalf. The very mystery which surrounded her--no friends -no relatives ; evidently one accustomed to a luxu- rious home, but deserted by those who should pi-otect her; suspicions aroused that she might prove to be one of the many thousand females, living in New York, who have forgotten the path of virtue ; all these circumstances tended to- attract especial atten- tion to her. Bat how terrible was the anxiety which filled the mind of James Mordaunt ; his victim was beyond his grasp unless he could compass her death by cor- rupting some employed at the hospital. At any hour lhe might wake up to consciousness, and then--e vas no longer safe upon his native soil. " She must die !" said the unhappy man, with terrible energy, as he paced his room, having left the dilow which no longer relieved his toi-worn body. Hour after hour, James Mordaunt waited for the coming day. And the day came; but still thevision of Sarah Graham haunted an imp agination heated almost to frenzy. She rase before him from her 1 4 'M O Jam! G E M J I 1 I L . . E GEORGE MELVILLE. couch of suffering, an avenging spectre. The long, blood-stained bandages surrounded her head, her glossy full curls no longer formed a dark back- ground, upon which* to throw in relief the lustrous, soul-bearing eye. The skillful hand of a'good Sama- ritan had carefully, but surely, shaved the proud locks frou- the sick girl's brow; and, oh ! that pale and emaci ted countenance ! How each deep line of suffering carries captive the belief of her hearers, as, with returning consciousness, the stricken girl whis- pers in their ears, bent close to catch each word, "James Mordaunt was my cowardly assailant." And, to that guilty soul the whisper is a knell: of ruin, fearfully distmct; but now, returning night; and then returning day ; no relief I He has no nee to send his messenger to the hospital, that he may larn the progress of her battle with death. The faithful chroniclers of each day's history of the nation did not exclude the cause of a friendless girl from their columns. Each day the eyes of a whole nation were directed to her case; and say not that this watchful care failed to arouse the ambition of skillful surgeons and experienced nurses. Human sympathy may be strong, but human sympathy ever becomes stronger when an honorable ambition hands the wheel. While there are imitators of Our Lord and Master, there are none of His perfection. Two months after Sarah Graham first became an inmate of the New Yo k Hospital, James Mordaunt was seated in his law omce. Taking up a Umormlg paper; he read as follows: "The young female at the New York Hospital, whose case has excited so much sympathy, we are happy to learn, is now pronotnced page: 256-257[View Page 256-257] 256 GEORGE MELVILLE. out of danger from her wounds, by the attending physicians. Fears are, however, entertained that she will not recover her reason in some years. While the body has conquered death, the struggle has been toq severe for reason to maintain its -throne. The poor girl wanders in her mind. It is understood that, at last, her friends have found her out. A Mrs. Louisa E. Graham, attracted by the published accounts of the affair, has found in this young female, an only daughter, Sarah E. Graham, who left her home, unknown to her mother, about eight years since. This is the first trace the bereaved and deserted mother has received of her lost daughter. And now the daughter knows not the mother. The case is a sad one. Mrs, Graham says she has always believed Sarah was enticed away by a young wood- chopper, at the time paying his attentions to her, but whom she has never .seen, since. Mrs. Graham then resided, and still resides at a small village in the State of Rhode Island. We have learned that sheis very desirous. that her daughter should have the benefit of treatment in the New York State Lunatic Asylum, at the .city of Utica. Her means will not warrant the expense. It remains for a generous public, to decide the matter. Contributions to the fund may be left at this office." James Mordaunt arose from his seat as he finished the reading of this article, and paced his office in deep thought. He felt that he had gained an exten- sign of time, like a man who has lifted his note with borrowed.funds, and postponed the hour of the fatal protest. The funds requisite for enabling Mrs. Graham to gratify her wish were handed in to her on the day following the appeal for them. One prominent firm dispatched the following note to the editor : NEw Yon 18--. - --,Esq., DIToK or, , C "DAR SIR: You are hereby authorized to draw on us at sight for any and all sums necessary to bear one year's expenses of Sarah E. Graham, while undergoing treatment at the State Lunatic Asylum, at Utica. Yours truly, H .. BLODGETT, JOHNsToN, CASTINS C GEORGE MELVILLE,. 25't XXXVa. Bell and Charger. "GooD bye," said Mrs. Clara Griswold, as Bell Mortimer left the cabin of the Cayuga Lake steamer, which she had visited in company wish her brother Frederick. Mrs. Griswold had been , spending a few weeks with Bell at Aurora. To Clara the visit had proved a disappointment. Knowing that Bell Mortimer's happiness was locked within the iron bolts of a prison, she had felt that the pleasures of her visit would flow from sympathizing with her cousin. The result had proved a strange and wide contrast. We' go back to the second day of her visit. It was a lovely morning in April. ,The sun was not yet above the eastern horizon. Two white horses, of almost matchless beauty, caparisoned with the trap- pings customary for ladies., were pawing the gravel walk within the yard, in front of Bell's home. The groom with difficulty restrained the impatient steeds. Soon the front door opened, and Bell Mortimer made her exit, her face radiant with .smiles, and the rich color which health: and the exercise of arranging her riding-habit had given. She was followed by her lovely cousin, Mrs. Griswold. 1 page: 258-259[View Page 258-259] 9% GEOIIe t EtVZLLE. "James, how are the horses this morning ?"-said, Bell. "Perhaps, Miss Bell, you can howld Charger, but Misthress Clara had better take Jolly. He's the lad that will aise : up a bit with those little white hands she owns. Whoa! Charger 1" James had no further time to talk, for the horses gave him trouble enough to keep them quiet. Bell, gracefully throwing her habit over her left arm, ran down upon the walk, and seized Charger by the bridle. "Good morning; Charger," said she, patting his gracefully curving neck. The noble animal quickly whirled his body in a half circle, and stood gazing intently for an instant -at Bell, bending forwards both of his ears, and open- ing wide his nostrils. He then gave one or two slight tosses to his head, when Bell again addressed lim: "Charger ! what frightens you? Do you know Bell ?" Continuing to pat his neck, she began a soft, warbling sound. The horse was evidently accus- tomed to this caress, for he immediately placed his head upon Bell's shoulder, enabling the fair girl to press her cheek softly against it. " There, my noble friend; I thought you had not forgotten Bell." She then took a few oats from the groom, which the horse ate out of her hand.. "Why, Bell Mortimer I" said Clara, "how ca e you act soi I should be afraid." "COharger is one of my best friends, Clara," reply id Bell. "Fred says I have bestowedl 11m a GEORGE MELvILLE. ,25 , .4 upon him. - This is because I am pure of hi M ec- tion. See how he loves me." Tying the bridle to the saddle, so that it did riot impede the animal's movements, patting him upon his head, and repeating the soft warbling, which the horse no sooner heard than he began to evince his affection for her, Bell gave Charger his head, and walked backwards to the carriage-block near the path. Having gained the top of the block, she stood mo- tionless, with her eye fixed intently on the eye of the horse. Charger stood watching Bell with a most intense gaze, occasionally pawing.the ground with his fore-foot, but not for an instant taking his eye from Bell's. She then clapped her hands twice together, -nd uttered the single word- "-Charger !" The animal bounded towards her, and in two leaps was at the block, in proper position for Bell to mount. Before mounting, Bell untied her hat, and laid:it upon the block. She then leaped into the saddle and rode up to Clara, who stood watching her pro- ceedings in perfect amazement. "Come, Clara," said Bell, "mount your horse, for we must away before Fred is up, or he will think his company an infallible necessity to prevent us from breaking our necks." "But, Bell, you are not going without your hat" said Clara; and, gathering up her habit, she started to obtain it for her. As soon as Clara had gained a position between herself and the block, Bell patted Charger ai the neck,,and' reaching her arm forwards with the large end of her whip, she poiznted:tothe hat. page: 260-261[View Page 260-261] 260 G EOERG E MELV I[ILL-E. Charger instantly comprehended what was wanted of him, for, springing aside and passing Clara, he seized the hat with his teeth.. Shaking his head two or three times, he turned around and stood facing Clara.: Bell: then again commenced her soft warb- ling, caressing the horse at the same time... Charger, after on or two further-toases of his head, bent his neck in a half-circle, and allowed Bell to take the hat. At this instant, James Mordaunt emerged from the path leading towards the house from one of the front gates. Clara was in the act of mounting when Mordaunt addressed Bell. " That was a splendid feat, Miss Mortimer-none but a fairy queen could subdue a horse to such per- feet obedience. You must possess some magical powers." " And let James Mordaunt beware how he excites their use to accomplish the ends of justice," replied Bell, directing her horse boldly towards the spot where Mordaunt stood, at the same time bending her gaze upon James, the groom. "James," continued she, "ring the front door-bell, and inform Mr. Mortimer, from me, that James Mor- daunt, Esq., of New York, is in waiting." Then turning to Mordaunt, she exclaimed: "Good morn- ing, sir. You will perceive I was about taking a ride. Come, Mrs. Griswold." Before Mordaunt could reply, both Bell and Clara were at the gate. Ere he could recall himself to counteract Bell's orders to the groom, the ladies were galloping merrily on the road. He had arrived at Aurora the night before, by the aid of a livery establishment obtained at Auburn. Having been a" GEORGE MEL Y ILLE. 261 unable to gain a morning of sleep, he had chosen an early walk. Arriving opposite Mr. Mortimer's resi- dence, he had distinguished Bell's voice, and deter- mined to surprise her. But for Bell's orders to the groom, no unpleasant consequences could have re- sulted. Now he was placed in a disagreeable posi- tion. The bell had been rung by the groom, and Bell's message delivered. In a few moments, word came from Mr. Mortimer that he would be down presently. Mordaunt, therefore, took possession of an iron seat near the front entrance, and began to study an address to Mr. Mortimer. F page: 262-263[View Page 262-263] xxxYmy An Aine-Breakfast Ride--The Homestead of an American Statesman. Tn ride from Aurora to the city of Auburn is, full of interest. The road taken by Bell and Clara, for their-horse-back excursion, leads east from Au- rora, by a long and very steep ascent. Nature has surrounded all of the inland waters in western New York with a high elevation of country. We say country, because the face of the surrounding lands is upon a general level with the ridge of the hills leading down to the lakes. Before they had reached the top of this ascent, Bell had succeeded in filling her cousin Clara with more spirit for real enjoyment than she had possessed since bidding her husband good bye at New York. Many a'lazy chanticleer was aroused to produce his first crowing by Clara's merry ring of laughter, excited at Bell's wit, vented' upon barnyards, trees,. cows, farmhouses, sheep, ete, without merey. And now, the young ladies-are about to enter the city of Auburn by the principal road from the south. Merrily they gallop-over the stony street," passing a 'number of beautifully adorned residences, evincing alike the taste and' r 263 wealth of their proprietors. Opposite a small park, Bell suddenly reined in her horse, allowing Clara, who had lagged somewhat behind, to come up. Together, they walked their horses past the park. A little in advance, upon their left, were several immense ,poplar trees, relics of that enterprise which characterized the early settlers of. New York, who loved the scenes of the mother country so well, that the forest trees of America became, to their taste, insignificant. Behind the poplar trees, and, commencing at 'the northeast corner of the little park, and running a long distance northerly, was a high lattice fence, painted green. Behind the whole length of this fence was a dense mass of noble"shade-trees, the intervals between their stately trunks being sprinkled with. fruit trees and rare shrubbery, forming a rural retreat impenetrable to, the gaze of the passer-bf. Standing nearer to the northern line of the copse-like retreat, arose a stately mansion of mason work. Here and there, a spot upon its front, a part of a shutter, a. corner of the eaves, ora towering chimney were visible through the interstices of the waving verdure. Rising from the side-walk, upon a line with the fence and directly in front of the mansion,; were erected two square stone columns, each supporting upon its top a crouching lion. Between the stone columns, which, evidently, have been erected to do duty as a support, as well as to serve as ornaments, was a large iron gate. ,Open it, reader ! It has never been closed, by the hand which caused it first to swing upon its hinges, at any calls of benevolee, hospitality, or friendship. i GEORGE M aMVILL. ,y "t ,t 7 t + r4 .[I A.V f , '+J page: 264-265[View Page 264-265] 264 GEORGE MELVILLE. GEORGE MEIvY. Reader, you stand upon soil which will be hal- lowed ground. On the page of history it will be known as the "Homestead of an American States- man, NEw YORK's FAVORITE SoN." XXXIX. Fort-Hill Cemetery-" Who is there to Mou carry on a Correspondence with a Convict burn State Prison-Bell Mortimer in her S "ON-tWo-three' four-five as she counted the strokes o " Come, Clara, we iust not That is a pleasant spot, and pleas ter there,; but-steady, Chirger S" Charger is as impatient as his m The ladies tightened the reins and soon turning the corner of Sou way up Genesee, the principal MacAdam would be proud of his ride through the streetsof the city of the boulder-peaked pavement macadamized roads have become they ought never to be superseded like Auburn. The pace of the young ladies, Genesee street, would have done the battle-field. Having arrived moderated their speed to an ambli "I wonder if the keeper will l ticket,'" eaid Clara. 12 LLE. 265 rn for Logan ?"---How to -Distant View of the Au- anctum. -six," said Bell f the city clock. stop here longer. ant memories clus- steady sir." istress,"said Clara. upon their horses, Lth street, took their street of the city. invention could he r of Auburn. None s are there. Good e the fashion, and in a country home as they passed up honor to aids upon at Fort street, they ng gait. et us in without a page: 266-267[View Page 266-267] 266 GEORGE MELVILLE. "Oh, y," replied Bell; " he is well known to me. His youngest baby was christened under my orders." They had arrived at the entrance to "Fort Hill Cemetery," a ,handsome lodge built with some pre- tension to taste, both in form and style. The keeper readily admitted' them; and upon learning that they had ridden from Aurora, he insisted upon their alighting, and partaking of some breakfast before visiting the cemetery. "No, indeed, Miss Bell, I won't take a no for an answer. You must dismount." Bell was in a perplexity; "she did not want auiy breakfast "-" couldn't eat a mouthful "-1 wasn't a bit tired "--"really hadn't time to wait "-"must be at home by eight or nine o'clocl'-" had left company there" This last excuse decided her. She lightly leaped from her saddle, politely requesting the keeper to assist Clara in dismounting. The picture of James Mordaunt in Aurora gave to the keeper an honor which would have been eagerly sought after by half the good housekeepers in "the loveliest village of the plain." It cleanliness, savoury cooking, rich mocha coffee, a snow-white cloth, and a heart-felt welcome, are of anyvaln e the young ladies did not waste their half hour. Bell declared she had not enjoyed a break- fast before in her whole existence.: Of course she was extravagant in the expression ; but, kind reader, Bell Mortimer was an American, and as such, had a right to use extravagant expressions. It is the nature of the American blood. The young ladies (we have not forgotten that one is married), having again mounted.their horsesbade GEORGE MELVILLE. 267 the kind-hearted keeper good bye, and started upon their visit to the cemetery. The first object of interest was a receiving-vault, builtin the side of an immense till, which rises to an elevation overlooking the tallest spire in the beautiful city which lies at its feet. Up this hill, by a serpen- tine 'carriage path, the ladies wended their way. Mount Auburn is the next object of interest. From this spot, the east view of the city 'of Auburn is ob- tained. East, northeast, north, northwest and west, the range of vision takes in homesteads, yards, gar- dens, and streets. The domes of the public buildings, with their metal coverings, reflect the bright sun's rays, awakening in theeart thoughts pure and holy. And towering in mid air, against the northern hdri- zon, is "Copper John." And who is Copper John? A faithful sentinel is Copper John., Many years have elapsed since, with shouldered musket, he took up his post upon the loftiest dome of the Auburn State Prison. Towering far above the highest wall of that immense structure, he has stood, ever faithful to his trust, grateful for the gentle summer breezes, or boldly laughing at the stormy passions of hoary winter. But, like a watchful sentinel, this, time-server, as the young ladies court his nearer acquaintance through their pocket-telescope, returns all their advances with dignified silence. lie has no moments to bestow upon fair hearts-a confirmed old bachelor is he, mindful that part of his duty is to set an example Of integrity to all public servants. He remembers, co, the extensive interests over which he presides* *i~oper Jhn~"her made animate, is a mnetallie fleure of a i' . ,- ,,. . . ~it I II page: 268-269[View Page 268-269] ;'fi x. ¢ "Jb' r r { \ _ .E F' ' ^.,r,, , _i , ,t,, ;' i, ,g 'f ' GEORGE MELVILLE. And, from the position occupied by the young ladies, the size, shape, and extent of the prison appear at a single glance. The beholder obtains a side view of the structure from a distant point, overlooking the top of the walls, and taking in their whole extent. For the purpose of enjoying this view, the ladies.had been obliged to leave their horses in the care of the lodge-keeper, who had accompanied them thus far into the cemetery for the purpose. The name, "Fort Hill Cemetery," is derived from the fact that, within the inclosure are the remains of an Indian fort, in such distinct preservation that its circumference may be easily traced. Upon a spot near the centre of the remains of the fort, a monument, between forty and fifty feet high, built of dare hewn stone, has been erected, linking the primitive race which roamed the American forests, mighty hunters of the wilderness, with the white man, "who has claimed the soil for an inheritance." It bears this inscription: " WI1o 1S THERE TO MOURN FOR LOGAN.? "Clara," said Bell, "we must cut short our visit here this morning. It will not accord with home matters if we loiter much longer." "I am willing to say good bye to the cemetery," answered Clara, "for, really, Bell, you have chatted me into a state of mind bordering upon anything but seriousness appropriate for this place." "If that remark is true, I take no blame to myself," said Bell, "because .you have laughed more heartily soldier, with shouldered musket, placed as an ornament upon the cen- tral and most elevated dome of the prison. GEORGE MELVILLE. 269 than at any time in your previous history. ' Charger' and 'Jolly' both act as if they were ashamed of us. They are quiet as deacons handing around the contri- bution plate; but for me to follow the example set by our ponies, would-be rank hypocrisy." Don't you do it, then, Bell; you never could act contrary to your real feelings. I vote for home." "And I," said Bell. The young ladies, thereupon, began to retrace their steps. After reachingGenesee street, much to Clara's surprise, Bell turned north into a by-street. "It will never do for us to promenade Genesee street at this hour," remarked Bell. "We shall be unable to leave Atburn for a week." "We can tie on our veils," suggested Clara. The horses are as well and better known than their riders," responded Bell. At this instant a gentleman endeavored to, hail Miss Mortimer. But she was suddenly very deaf, and "Charger" became wonderfully active, bounding forwards at a racing pace. After leading Clara through several of the by-streets of the city, Bell entered again upon one of the main streets. " Clara," said she, "I must mate a short call at that house to the right. You can be a good girl, and wait for me." "Certainly, Bell, I will do so," replied her cousin; "but ' Charger' will give you trouble ?" "Not in the least. I never tie him. He would break his halter, and come to me,, if I should sing to'- him," said Bell, as she leaped from her saddle. Throwing the bridle over the saddle, Bell patted Charger upon the neck for an instant, and left him, 268 I ,r { -s Alp - page: 270-271[View Page 270-271] 47-0 GEORGE MELVILLE. Having reached the door steps of a neat but unpre- tending residence, she pulled the bell. "sthe Rev. Mr. W----; at home ?" asked she of a beautiful little girl who answered the sum-, mors. "Yes, ma'am! Uncle's home! I'll go and call, him." And away she tripped to do so, and Bell overheard her speaking in rapid tones, almost out of breath' ---- Uncle! the pretty lady's come again. She's in the hall-in the hall" "Yes, dear! Not quite so loud," replied her uncle, as be lifted his little niece from the floor, and gave her a kiss'of affection and pride. "Good morning, my dear' Miss Mortimer !" said the kind-hearted clergyman. "I am very happy to see you. You will not be disappointed. May I compliment you upon your bloom?" "Certainly, if I deserve it," said Bell! "I am not afraid that I shall grow vain under compliments from one who is so kind and faithful in laying bare my Faults." But the good man did not apparently hear this tribute to his worth; he was very busy, endeavoring toyfind the key to his secretary. It was soon ob- tained, and the secretary duly opened. From a little drawer he took a letter, the thickness of which gave evidence that its contents were somewhat lengthy. This letter he handed to Bell. Thank you, dear sir," said Bell, "I can never repay this kindness." "dy duty requires me to perform. all I have for you, iss Mortimer, and, consequently, I ai not entitled even to your thanks. Have you any com- munication in return ?" "Yes, sir," said Bell, handing the clergyman a letter. "I can truly say, Miss Mortimer, that the privi- lege of being the medium of your correspondence with George Melville is one of the greatest pleasures I derive from my office, for I have not .a remaining doubt that he is the victim of a wicked plot." These words were like sweet music to Bell. Never before had the worthy clergyman expressed his thoughts on the subject. Bell had received through him, many letters from, and sent many letters to, George Melville. This correspondence she had con- ducted so secretly, that not even her brother Fre- derick knew of it. Soon after Melville's incarcera- tion, Bell had learned that the usual medium by which to send letters to convicts is .through the chaplain of the prison'; this officer being required to acquaint himself with the contents of all letters for convicts, and use his own discretion in regard to their delivery. Bell had made occasional calls upon the chaplain, but, usually, that officer had taken his own conveyance, and made Aurora a visit whenever he had letters for Bell. The ride was a pleasure, and, certainly; the happiness conferred upon Bell more than repaid the good man, had he not found, in addition, that all such attentions were like "bread cast upon the waters." We cannot follow the fair equestrians on their re- turn to Aurora. - Their arrival was a matter of no consequence, except to themselves, for Bell found her home deserted. A little note from her father in- , GEORGE MELVILLE: 2 T page: 272-273[View Page 272-273] 272 EORGE MELVILLE. formed her that he would be absent for a week or more.; that he was obliged to take Frederick away also. Mrs. Mortimer had gone to spend the dlay with a lady friend. " Olara, coz, we are monarchs of all we survey for at least one week," said Bell, tossing her father's note upon the table. "Father has deserted us for a week, and pressed Fred into his service. Mother has got on one of her visiting fits, and will expect us not to give her any trouble. I am glad of it: she has been growing sedate for a month past. A few visits with her old friends will bring back the smiles." "I can get along very well to-day," replied Clara; " the ride has been too long, and I must pay the pen- alty by taking some rest." "By keeping up the same exercise for a few weeks you would become another being, Clara," replied Bell. "I shall prescribe twenty miles horse-back ride per diem; half at a canter, a quarter at a walk, and the balance at a trot. You will then be in condition to return to New York and make a sensation. You New Yorkers fondly imagine that a railroad trip into the co ntry; a peep from a carriage at the green fields; by extra effort, one glance at the rising sun; three or four morning tasks at swallowing a half- dozen glasses of Congress water at a fountain; a pic- nic; a few walks in the woods, and, by extraordinary exertion, two or three miles on horse-back; that this' catalogue of labors will restore the bloom sacrificed to a winter's campaign of city life." "You:have given me thirty miles for the first dose, Bell; and as I am decidedly fatigued, you must allow me to " GEORGE -MELVILLE. 213 "Go and rest yourself, Clara, coz ? Of course I allow it," interrupted Bell Bell was quite willing to make this concession, for just then a letter needed her attention; and experi- ence had taught her that its perusal would occupy considerable time. Clara's desire for rest accorded well, therefore, with Bell's wish to read her letter." "Bess, I do not desire to be interrupted for a couple of hours," said Bell. "Yes, Miss Bell; you's engaged; please call agin. I knows." "That is right, Bess.; be sure and say I am en- gaged if there are visitors." Bell retired. to a small room on the second floor, which she had appropriated to her own use. Closing the door, and turning the key in the lock, she seated herself in a large arm-chair. king George Mel- ville's letter, she broke the seal. Before commencing its perusal, she turned her eye towards heaven. A solemn earnestness took possession of her features. Slowly the hand which held the letter was placed upon the arm of the chair. The eyelids closed ; the rich color of the morning was gone, and a pale white- ness gradually spread over, her face; the head was bent forward, until it rested upon the unoccupied hand, which had slowly risen for its support ; the lips occasionally moved, and a nervousness caused the muscles of the face atintervals to make quick and short vibrations. But these soon ceased. A tear-drop moistened the pale cheek. Thought was too intensely at work for the lovely weeper to heed it. She was in the solitude devoted to her. by a father's care, and there her tears were sacred. Be- '' , e? r - , ' tiv ' 4 L y y ' ) t , . L } Li 4', : i, page: 274-275[View Page 274-275] os o GE E LV i L LE - fore pits coipanion could folow, .a gentle blush inedpn her cheek, and a smile of contentment joe the lonely drop. And what caused these changes of countenance? During this. short period thought, Bell Mortimer had seen the repulsive surroundings of a prison, against which the noble heart :which held her love, patiently, but bravely, contended, as the felon should; and then thetear- hdrop. wa born! But again her soul had risen beyond this world in holy prayer. By Him, the beloved of her youth was restored to her side, and then came: back the smile of hope. And now she pressed the letter to her lips and began to trace its contents. ." "Bellthouhast a true and noble heart. May it be unto thee according to thy wishI)" Wod the reader peruse the letter of affection ? or, with us, would he not rather leave the generous girl to enjoy her solitude? a aOG en MELILLE. X75 XL. A Change in the progress of events foreshadoedEercise of Wits -The Statesman proves too much for the Lawyer. a JAMES L. GRIswoLD has paid up all his debts at the rate of one hundred cents on the dollar," said a New York merchant to William Hastings, as they were taking a lunch together in one of the thousand dining saloons of Gotham, so convenient to the hun- gry man who has a pressure of business on hand. "yes ;and :now his credit will be better than ever," replied Hastings. "It ought to! it ought to! But have you had time to look at the morning papers ?" "No," said Hastings.. " Is there anything very Uin portant? i read over the business paragraphs. "James Mordaunt, Esq. a Wall street lawyer, has been arrested in one of the western cities. It is in the telegraphic news. That's all my paper says;dbut I've heard a rumor that he is implicated in a murder." This announcement produced no visible effect upon Mr. Hastings. Had he chosen, he might have given his acquaintance the whole particulars of the arrest; but, instead, he evinced a most unusual iinxiety lest the waiter should provide"him his roast beef too well done-. Vt. _ t to I t . - + i T jt , _ _ - - " _ 'r. i a.. t . _ .'t . - - ;.fir' 4 _ _ _t. 1 1 + t . .t "M f ,i a T page: 276-277[View Page 276-277] GEORGI MELvILIE. "Rare, sir! rare! I shall have no patience with' you if you don't bring it rare." Do you know Mordaunt, Mr. Hastings ?" pur- sued the merchant. Oh yes! le lives in fthi Avenue. Is a man of great ability. Know him well." When ?Mr. Mortimer received the word from Bell that James Mordaunt, Esq., was in waiting, he had not yet arisen from his bed. It was a matter of no small anxiety to divine the object which caused Mordaunt's visit at so early an hour. lie looked out and saw Bell and Clara, as they were disappearing at some distance down the road. He also saw that it wanted some time yet of sunrise. The more he thought, the more Moi'daunt's extraordinarily early call perplexed him. Could it be that Mordaunt had become acquainted with any of his operations against hunm Under ordinary circumstances, he would not have left his room, at such an hour even upon the call of James iMgordaunt; but now the summons was from Bell. The servant had not merely informed him that Mordaunt was in waiting; but that Bell had ordered the message. to be de- livered. - Good morning, Mr. Mordaunt! You -are an early riser, said Mr. Mortimer, as he came out upon the front steps. "When did you arrive at Aurora? Walk in, sir; the morning air is chilly." Yes,.sir, I am an early riser, for this morning at least; but I am very sorry to be even the inno cent cause of placing you on a par with me in the. matter. "Well, sir, it is rather early for me; but fnd, GEORGE'MELVILLE. usually, that half the battle consists in the effort necessary to overcome sleep.. Once wide awake, the desire to sleep longer departs." "But Mr. Mortimer," said Mordaunt, "you have not given me the opportunity to explain the cause of this early call upon you." "Time enough for that, sir. We have literally the whole day before us, for the sun is not yet above the horizon," replied -Mr. Mortimer. Although this remark was made in a polite and gentlemanly tone, still it -left tordaunt in consider- able doubt as to his position with Mr. Mortimer. He had last parted with Mr. Mortimer a warm friend. His present visit to Aurora was planned for the pur- pose of learning whether those friendly relations had undergone any change. George Melville had been a convict in the Auburn State Prison nearly two years. During that time, Mordaunt had never neg- lected an opportunity to do Mr. Mortimer favors. His position with Bell, he had learned, in a way that aroused the deepest revenge of his base heart. Bell's, literally, cavalier treatment left him in no doubt as to her sentiments. Her remark, also, way a warning to him. It contained a threat; and, to his experience, that threat was a key to Bell's thoughts. lHe was satisfied she suspected his agency in Melville's trial and conviction. He argued like this: "If she has such suspicions, they have been planted by some other person. Who could that be ? and how had they arisen ?" These questions an- noyed Mordaunt. Again and again he asked him- self, "Am I suspected of Melville's imprisonment " Without answering the question, he said to himself- h page: 278-279[View Page 278-279] 278 GFQRGB M]3LILLE. " Let it be so. If the suspicions are strong, I can never marry Bell Mortimer; but I can show her and her father that it had been best not to cross James Jordaunt's path." While Mordaunt was conversing with Mr. Mor- timer, he was silently laying a plan to ruin him. ie determined to corrupt him in his official position, as 4 member of the United States Congress, and tLen, without his own agency being seen or known, to expose and degrade him before the nation. And what was passing in the mind of Mr. Mor-. tiner, as, gazing upon the polite and smooth- tongued villain, he forced himself to exercise the duty of a host? The following was Mr. Mortimer's thought:. "Young man, you would not rest so smilingly, if awaretof the axe which justice holds over your head." Mordaunt, after explaining to Mr. Mortimer that Bell, and not he, had aroused him from sleep, arose.to return to his hotel, declining an invitation to remain for breakfast. "I will bid you good bye, Mr. Mortimer, until after the morning meal; then, I will return and transact some business with you, which is the reason of my visit to Aurora." Mr. Mortimer bade him good mornings saying that he should hold himself disengaged on his account. As Mordaunt left the house, Mr. Mortimer strted for a walk over his grounds which were. etensve. He had proceeded but a few rods, when he was accosted by a plainly dressed, but intelligent- o ;kg-man, who ha) entered the premises for the' purpose of meeting him. 2 Do I address honorable B. F. Mortimer ?" said the man, politely touching his hat. "That sir, is my name-can I be of service to you ?" am the bearer of this note, which has your address; I will request you to read it," said the man, at the same time handing Mr. Mortimer an unsealed letter. Mr. Mortimer opened it and read as follows: OFFICER JEIF OF POLICE, NEW YORK, --18, ~-. ""Hon.B. F. Mortiuner, "The bearer (Mr. Patrick E. Doyl) has a warrant for the arrest of James Mordaunt; he has my orders to advise with you in regard to the arrest. I need say no more.e "Your obedient servant, "-'M~ "Mr. Doy1, please walk into the house; I am happy, sir, to see that even so -early a riser as the dinguished New York lawyer, does not find you unprepared for him, in case of emergency." This quick appreciation of his faithfulness, at once inspired Mr. iDoyl, who was no less than a deputy sheriff from New York City, with high regardfor Mr. Mortimer. He saw with the quick perception of one skilled in a knowledge of men, that he was in the presence of a practical, far-seeing, bold and honest man. Andsuc was Mr. Mortimer, whom James Mordaint had now set out to ruin. Was he to succeed-? 'Mr Doyl, be seated; the matter in hand re- quires a little consideration," said Mr.rMortiPmer, as h' t n{ tl 1 {r page: 280-281[View Page 280-281] 280 GORGE MELVILLE. they entered his library. "When .did .you leave iNew York ?" "I left the evening of the 6th," was the reply. Why, that is four days since," said Mr. Mforti- mer, evincing surprise at Mr. Doyl's answer. Yes, sir ! four days since ; the fox I have been tacking has been to the city of U---. He there slowed that he can assume as many phases of person as suits him. He stopped at B- '5 hotel; I set a night and day watch upon him. At nine o'clock on the 7th, he left his room, as hale and, hearty-looking a priest of sixty years' experience, as ever fought against the Pope. This time I was a butcher. He left the house, and entering a livery stable, ordered a horse. and buggy, saying he wished to visit the Lunatic Asylum. It wouldn't do 'for a butcher to gi to the Lunatic Asylum.-he ought to be killing bee, So I just changed into a fine-looking farmer, ordered another horse and buggy, and, with my wife along, was the most curious visitor the asylum had seen for a month. When I asked the doctor to show me around, I offered to pay, and took out of my pocket a hand heaped full of gold. This little dust threw dust into the doctor's eyes, and he became as polite, and attentive to me and Molly as a politician." "But, Mr. Doyl, how did you get a wife ?" asked Mr. Mortimer. "Manufactured her to order out of Jimmy Dady. He can make a good-looking wife in fifteen minutes. He's rather bashful, true--keeps his veil down when anybody's in sight. But, for a foot and ankle, and a pretty hand, he can't be excelled. My wife, that morning, had, a sympathizing soul. Oh, dear, how 4 GEORGE MELVILLE. 281 she did take on ! It almost makes a fool of me to think of it-" "How so ?" asked Mr. Mortimer, now fery much amused, as well as interested in Doy's visit to the Asylum. "Why, as we were walking through some of the wards, we came to the room which Sarah E. Graham occupied. You remember that unfortunate girl." "Perfectly well, sir" replied Mr. Mortimer. "Who should be in the room with her," continued Doyl, "but the priest. He was trying the tears of sympathy on the poor girl, at a great rate. My wife immediately went up to the priest, and, in a splendid woman's voice, sobbing under her veil, asked him if he wouldn't have prayers for the poor girl. If the rascal didn't actually oblige her ! - He commenced a prayer which would have passed muster -anywhere. But my wife did take on so -she put in amens at a great rate. When this farce was through with, and while the doctor was telling the priest what a sooth- ing effect prayer seemed to have on Sarah, I ap- proached the poor maniac, and, taking her by the hand, spoke kindly. Then bending down, I whis- pered in her ear the words ' James Mordaunt.' I had kept rpy eye fixed upon Sarah's, to note the result." "And what was it?" said Mr. Mortimer, almost stopping his breath to catch Doyl's next words. "Just what I expected, from the extraordinary effort Mordaunt had taken to visit her in a disguise," replied Doy1. " how did she act ?" asked Mr. Mortimei. page: 282-283[View Page 282-283] 2EOR OE MXELVILLE . "She looked at me an instant, with a steady but doubtful gaze. Then raising her hand, with one finger extended, she pointed at the priest, and spoke: "'No, sir ! you are not James Mordaunt. There is James Mordaunt. He has grown old. Where am I? ;What is the matter with met' "Hearing these sentences, the doctor, who had accompanied us, immediately ordered the room to be cleared, himself remaining with Sarah." "And did you watch the effect of her words on Mordaunt ?" asked Mr. Mortimer. "I turned to him the instant she began to point at him.. He started,but only for a single instant. The next, he wore the same expression of countenance, looking upon Sarah with a sad and sympathizing gaze. He is the most skillful actor I ever tracked. He may be able to get around me; but if he beats. Jimmy Dady, I'll give up tracking scoundrels. Last night, after we arrived at the hotel, Jimmy actually begged a two-shilling bit from him, in the character of an old woman. This morning, when he got up for a walk, he got a sixpence from him for blacking his boots, which the porter blacked." " Mr. Doyl, you will get your, promotion if this niatter shall result in obtaining James Mordaunt's conviction," said Mr. Mortimer. " According to my orders, I am to take your ad- vice inregard to the arrest. I report myself to you, therefore, Mr. Mortimer, and am ready'to act accord- ing to your directions." " That means, Mr. Doyl, do I think it time to make the arrest? The chief of police, in your city, promised not to arrest Mordaunt until he had my advice, unless it became an imperative duty. My orders are as follows: Send Dady to Auburn. Or- der him to telegraph Chief M--1 to be in Utica on the 12th. Mordaunt will be here to-day. Follow him here. You can enter the house by the side-door. This will enable you not to lose sight of him. He will, doubtless, return to New York to-morrow. If he should do so, arrest him at Utica. If he should not take to-morrow's train for the East, arrest him in Auburn.. I shall accompany you to Utica." At about nine o'clock, Mordaunt returned to Mr. Mortimr's residence. He could detect no change in the manner of his reception. Allwas the cordiality of true hospitality. . Mordaunt gradually turned the conversation upon Bell. His object was merely to test Mr. Mortimer's esteem and friendship. Had it not been that the mind he now played with was equal to his own, this feint would have unmasked Mr. Mortimer's real sentiments. But, even on this subject, Mordaunt could detect no change in the regard shown him. If there was any perceptible difference, it consisted in the exhibition of a warmer esteem for him, and a firmer determination tp bring about the marriage. The world will call this dis- simulation. So we name it. Mr. Mortimer knew the man he dealt with, and resolved to meet him at his own game. Mordaunt had calculated badly when he informed Mr. Mortimer that the object of his visit at Aurora was connected solely with matters of business. The; business was important, but it could have been accomplished without the trouble of a trip to Aurora. ,z " o r'ni' - i ' 'r , , i 1 7M1 ' r f ' t .. U ,_ ,._. ,.k f t t . z i 282 283 -GEORGE MELVILLE. 45 , " page: 284-285[View Page 284-285] oEORGE MELVILLE. GEORGE MELVILLE. "I am tired of city life, Mr. Mortimer," said Mor- daunt, as he was about taking his departure. "This trip to Aurora has been full of pleasure. Ere long, I shall adopt your plan for a home." "Capital! capital, Mr. Mordaunt! Come to Au- rora. Nothing equal to it in the Empire State," said Mr. Mortimer. "Is there land enough for new-comers ?" asked Mordaunt. "Plenty, sir," replied Mr. Mortimer. "I may have an opportunity, as well as a strong desire, to select a habitation for you yet." "I can rely on your advice with perfect safety, sir," replied Mordaunt, completely deceived in his estimate of Mr. Mortimer's real sentiments towards him. "'You can, sir ! you can ! I should not forget my own interest in making the selection. My daughter's happiness would be at stake, as well as your com- fort. Depend upon it, I shall yet have a hand in arranging' your home. Bell will soon do as I wish. We already agree better than heretofore." For an instant, Mordaunt suspected the truth, as this last remark fell from Mr. Mortimer. He re- called Bell's threat, and asked himself whether there might not be a double meaning attached to the words. ' The next remark, however, dissipated his suspicion. "1Bell scarcely ever alludes to George Melville in my presence. She always has a kind word for me when I speak of you," continued Mr. Mortimer. Mordaunt was now satisfied that Mr. Mortimer was only blind to Bell's real intentions; that Bell did not make him a partner in her thoughts, and that he himself was farther than ever from obtaining the hand of Bell Mortimer.. Again he resolved to humble Bell Mortimer by filching her father's good name. I ,1 285 284 page: 286-287[View Page 286-287] 8aGE4itGE M EL VILLE. 1 _ XI. An Alumnus of Hamilton College, nolens voles, becomes a Skillful Mechanic. "JonssoN, how about the bu let machine? does it work this morning ?" "No, sir; one of the dies has given out. Melville " is making a new one.", "nret it in .order by morning. We shall have a nmber of gentlemen in to-morrow to see it operate." "Thisconversation occurred between the contrac- for of the machine-shop in the Auburn State trison,he assistant-foreman of the The contractor passed along, giving directions to several of the convicts in regard to their work. It was evident to the beholder, that the contractor was a popular man among the convicts, for he invariably received a smile from each one addressed. "Melville, how long will you be finishing that die ?" "I can't say, sir; not a great while," replied Melville. The contractor beckoned to Johnson, who ap- proached. "-Mr. Jdohson, can you give that die to another hand " asked the contractor,. 286 GEO1RGE MELVILLE. 287 " Certainly, sir ; but it requires a .skillful work- man." "Have you time to finish it yourself?" Johnson thought a moment, scratched his -hel with one hand, while in the other he held a large bpr of iron. "I can, if some one will look to Barker for me," at length Johnson replied. " He's the new hand at the turning-lathe, I be- lieve," said the contractor. "Yes, sir," replied Johnson. " I will supply your place there, Johnson, if you will finish the die,' continued the contractor. " Very well, sir," replied Johnson. "Melville," continued the contractor, "I want you to draw a draft for a new steam-engine. I have an order, directing me to make the most powerful engine I can for a particular space. There is only a certain amouiit of room to be occupied, boiler, engine, and all. I have made a draught, but am satisfied it is not right. You'll find mine on the desk. There is. an engine there now in operation, and this is designed. to supply its place." Melville laid down his tools, which were imme- diately resumed by Johnson. Going to a kid, he washed hishands and set about drawing the plan. The problem would be of little difficulty in a case where the engine required was one of small power. But in this case, an awkward shape to the boiler, the x est possible power,, consistent with safety, ;a eodn+ venience for the firemen in feeding and eping the engine in order, were the difficulties to be overcome. 'I I I page: 288-289[View Page 288-289] 288 GEORGE MELVILLE. 289 The machinery dependent upon this engine for power was connected with one of the largest factories in the State of New York. Two engines had been made for the purpose, and both failed in reaching the required power. It became a question with the company whether they should be obliged to mar the beauty and symmetry of the plan upon which their factory had- been built by tearing away the outside wall and extending the engine-room, or solving the problem affirmatively, whether an engine, adequate to their wants, could be constructed, which their engine-room, as it was, would contain. The contrac tor had received a conditional order. The company would not bind themselves to take the engine unless it answered their purpose. The power necessary to run the machinery, of course, was among the quali- ties required. The contractor, having set Melville at work upon the problem, was suddenly called away from Auburn. He did not return under several days. Melville made out three plans, each upon different bases, either one of which, on paper, answered the problem satisfactorily. One of the plans, however, was so clearly the best, that he destroyed the others. He gained by the reserved plan about a quarter more power than would ever be needed. This multiplied the chances of safety by as much as it lessened the expansive force of steam required in the boiler to the square inch. When the contractor returned, the first matter which occupied his attention was this plan. Melville was busily engaged finishing an intricate piece of work, when the contractor entered the shop. GEORGE MELVILLE. " Melville," said he, "did you succeed with that problem I gave you the other day 2" a I think so, sir," replied Melville. "Let me see your work," continued the con- tractor. Melville went to the keeper's * desk, and asked him for his plan. The contractor examined it, attentively for some time. He then asked several questions, all of which were answered satisfactorily by Melville. "Very well, sir; I believe you've hit it," said the contractor. "'You gain a quarter more power than necessary. My plan gains but one-sixteenth, except by increasing the pressure. It is something of a trick to build that engine, Melville. "I know that, sir; but I can do it." " You shall have the privilege of trying it, then, Melville. You shall boss the job throughout. I'll write to-day, accepting the conditions of the order. Go and ask Johnson to come here, if he is not too busy." "Johnson," said the contractor, addressing the assistant-foreman, "I wish Melville to superintend the construction of that engine. Give him all the assistance he shall require, and let me have the engine in running order as soon as possible." ." Yes, sir," said the foreman. * We should here inform the reader, that every workshop in the Auburn State Prison has one, two, or three keepers,, according to its extent, who are responsible to the agent or principal keeper for the good conduct of the- convicts. They are in the employ of the State. Through them all discipline is administered. The contractors have no power whatever to rule the men, except through the keepers. 13 ".'* page: 290-291[View Page 290-291] 290 GEOEGE MELVILLE. 291 XLII. A Ray of Hope.' THE day subsequent to the events detailed in the last chapter was Tuesday. A more lovely morning could scarcely have been planned, except by the Great Mechanic. It was about nine o'clock. George Melville had commenced his preparations for con- structing one of the largest steam-engines, as well as one most difficult to build, which had ever been manufactured in the prison. The contractor had determined to leave Melville entirely'to his own judg- ment, knowing him so well, that in any matters about which he was uncertain, he would obtain all the infor- iation necessary to complete success. During the two years, Melville had been in the prison, he had evinced a most extraordinary aptitude for mechanics. He was now a skillful workman in the machine shop, and had shown himself to be a master of the laws which govern the construction of machinery. He was considered the greatest genius in a shop of over one hundred workmen. There were many who ex- celled him in executing a piece of work, but he stood alone, and far in advance, as an originator and inventor. As he was about to consult Johnson the assistant foreman of the shop, in regard to what men he had better place upon the new engine, he was sent for to come to the keeper's desk. "Melville," said the keeper, "you are wanted in the clerk's office. Go up and see what it is for." Melville immediately obeyed the order. When he got to the "keeper's-hall," he was met by the Captain of the Wards. "Melville," said the captain, "follow me." The captain led him through the south door of the keeper's hall into the same apartment where first he had changed his citizen's dress for the uniform of the prison. Taking an ordinary suit of black clothes, he ordered Melville to put them on. Melville looked up in astonishment. "Put them on, Melville," repeated the captain. "Am I pardoned ?" asked Melville. "I shouldn't wonder," said the captain. " You'll learn all about it in the clerk's office." Melville was soon arrayed once more in the garb of a citizen. The clothes were not equal to the suit he had brought to the prison; but he did not stop to criticise them. Following the captain, he soon entered the clerk's office. The first to greet him there was Hon. B. F. Mortimer. "George," said Mr. Mortimer, as a tear gathered in his eye, " you have been here long enough." Melville was unable to speak. He gazed upon Mr. Mortimer with a look of intense anguish, holding his hand as if in a vice. Then looking from Mr. Morti- mer, his eye rested upon Frederick Mortimer, and by his side stood Melville's father. Dropping Mr. Mortimer's hand, he threw himself into his father's GEORGE MELVILLE. page: 292-293[View Page 292-293] 292 GEORGE MELVILLE . aims and wept upon his bosom. The strong man wept. Then seating himself in a chair, he bowed his head upon his breast. Even tears had not brought relief to the wounded soul. George Melville needed no explanations to unravel the mystery of this pro- ceeding. He read that he was pardoned. He also read far, far into the future. Forever before his eye, in clear and ineffaceable characters, arose the black stain upon his forehead- k# YOU HAVE BEEN TwO 'YEARs A CONVICT." Not an eye in that room was dry-not a heart there but fully appreciated the thoughts which had unmanned the hitherto proud and lofty spirit. " He has set anexample of obedience and industry which will be remembered in the prison for years," said the clerk. Melville arose. He endeavored to look his friends in the eye. The effort was too much for him. Once more he sought his father's eye, and there the respon- sive love which met his gaze, subdued somewhat the wild current which oppressed him. "George," said his father, " bid these gentlemen good bye. They are all your warm friends. The carriage waits to convey you to your mother and sister." Mr. Mortimer, taking Melville's hand, bent his head and whispered in his ear- " George, Bell is waiting for you." The pressure which Mr. Mortimer received from Melville, and the look of subdued earnestness almost unmanned him. Many-years after this event, Mr. Mortimer declared that-the most unhappy moment in his existence, he had endured when in vain he tried to heal the noble spirit so deeply wounded by the uncertain necessity of human justice. But George Melville saw that his friends were beginning to suffer equally with himself. Aroused by a sense of duty to them, he approached the-officers of the prison present, and gave to each a word of kind remembrance. As he grasped the hand of the clerk, his eye kindled with a brighter lustre. "But for you, my friend," said Melville, "Ishould have been condemned to a -life of misery indeed for the past two years. To you, I am indebted for all I have acquired in the noble employments of the mechanic." This remark was literally true. It will be remem- bered, that Melville, on entering the prison, had been assigned a place in the hospital. Such a disposition it is difficult for a convict to change.. At Melville's request, the clerk had retained him, contrary to orders, in the machine shop, thereby making himself liable to a reprimand. But we must not detain Melville from the friends. who are anxiously awaiting his arrival at the.hotel. The ponderous gate of the main entrance to the prison stands open. George Melville,leaning upon the arm of Frederick Mortimer, walks forth once more a free man, restored to his full citizenship by virtue of the gubernatorial authority exercised at the will of a sovereign people. The Sovereigns of the American Republic, who know how to mete out swift justice when it is due, are also quick to allay and avert the GEORGE 'MEL1 v"ILLE. 293 page: 294-295[View Page 294-295] GEO]GE MELVILLE. 295 consequences of an unjust doom. Let the record of pardons in New York State alone attest the truth of this assertion. No country on earth can show such a clear record of pardons, granted upon good cause shown, as can the United States of America. If, occasionally, a rascal is restored to citizenship through unmerited sympathy, avarice, or falsehood, no mat- ter; the American people, notwithstanding, will be united in the sentiment, let the pardoning power remain, a monument of American mercy in pursuit of justice. A carriage was in waiting. George did not seem disposed to enter it. With his usually quick percep- tion, Mr. Mortimer divined Melville's wish. Ad- dressing George, he said: "Would you not prefer a walk with Frederick? Your father' and I will go in advance, and prepare the way for you." "Thank you, Mr. Mortimer. I have no objections to your suggestionn" replied George. This plan *as adopted. During the walk, Frederick Mortimer gave George a history of the pardon; how it had been obtained, and the new testimony which had gradually come to* light. The subject was sufficiently rich in material for many such walks; therefore, long before Fre- derick shad detailed all that had been done to insure success, they arrived at the hotel. "You have a room for me, Fred ?" said George. " Certainly; and an entire wardrobe. While ar- ranging it for you I was sorely tempted to palm mine off on you, and appropriate yours for myself,' replied Frederick. "In that case, I should not have allowed you a choice between my wardrobes," replied George. "How so ?" asked Fred. "The appropriation of what did not belong to you, would have given you a clear title to an interest in the wardrobe I have used during the past two years," said George, his face wearing a faint smile, the first since he had learned of his pardon. "Good! Capital! George, I have a hope for you yet. One or two sallies like that will bring back George Melville I used to know. You dare not wear that solemn face when you meet Bell. She shall consign you to a hermitage, if you do ; at all events, it shall not be wasted on her." But Frederick soon saw that the iron had entered Melville's soul too deeply to be withdrawn suddenly.. George essayed another smile, but its glimmering was short-lived, vanishing into the shade of intense thought, which Frederick did not again venture t, interrupt until they had reached the room appropri- ated for Melville's use. Here Frederick succeeded better in his attempts to rally his friend's spirits. When George had again assumed the outward sem- blance of the gentleman, and began to appreciate better the value of the service performed in his behalf, by such devoted friends, a change of feel- ing was soon apparent to Frederick,. who quickly read the real motive which produced it. He had found the key which assisted him.in unlocking the source of Melville's unhappiness, thereby admitting light upon the dark shadows of.his heart. "George," said Frederick. " What, Frederick ?" replied Melville. 'I 294 GEORGE M +'L V ILLE., page: 296-297[View Page 296-297] 296 EORGE MELIL. GEORGE MELVILL. "Do you know, I would not blot out the events of the past three years, even to bring back your old smiles ?" "Why not ?" said Melville- "looking, up with sur- prise. " Simply because I have something in here," said Frederick, striking his hand upon his breast, "which tells me that without the opportunity, you never would have learned to appreciate what true friendship can suffer." "You have suffered, Frederick-all of your family have suffered, and I" "Can now repay your friends," interrupted Fre- derick, "by acting out George Melville as he used to be,'whether you feel like it or not." "That is true, my friend, but "--. "No& buts can be allowed, Mr., Melville," said Frederick, again interrupting, "for three good and ;suflicient reasons. Firstly, I have no time to hear them; secondly, I do not wish to hear them; and thirdly, and finally, and conclusively, and emphati- cally, Iwon't hear them. You can take your choice. Go bacl to prison upon a charge of, ingratitude,.or arouse yourself to an appreciation of plain common sense. I should have thought your barbers night have taken a little more hair from your head. Never mind, there is some comfort in the reflection, that this world is built on the self-sustaining and self- renovating principle." "It is short !" said Melville, -looking in the glass. "'What is short ?" said Frederick, as if he did not understand what Melville referred to.. "Why, my hair," replied Melville. "Of course it's short. Same length of your grati- tude." "Come, come, Fred; you have said enough on that tack. I shall not give you cause to complain any longer," said Melville, smiling now in real ear- nest. "No! won't you though? Let me see 1" And Frederick, grasping Melville by the shoulders, and holding him at arm's length, examined his new ap. parel from head to foot, with all the earnestness and importance of a brigade inspector on duty. "Well, sir, will it do ?" said Mellville, amused at the inspection. "Yes, sir, better than if you had been measured. Now we will make an attack upon the drawing- room." ' And, without giving Melville an opportu- nity for thought, Frederick, taking his arm, opened the door, passed across a spacious hall, and entered a room at his right, just at'the head of a short flight of stairs,'on the second floor of the hotel. Melville's mother, sister, and cousin, Florence Mel- wood, Mrs. Mortimer, Bell Mortimer, Mrs. Edge- monte, Clara Griswold and Bess,-formed the female portion of the company within. The gentlemen con- sisted of Mr. Melville, Mr. Mortimer, Mr. Edge- monte, Mr. Griswold, Chief M.--1, Thomas Gris- wold, and WilliamHastings. "I must get out of this, Mr. Mortimer," said Chief M 1, a moment before Frederick Mortimer opened the door. "My orders, sir, are strict," replied Mr. Mortimer. "The d6or cannot be opened for egress." 13* ,GEORGFE MELVILLT. :297 page: 298-299[View Page 298-299] 298 GEORGE MELVILLE. ' I shall appeal to the ladies, then," said the chief. "And I, sir, have thirty days in which to answer the appeal," said Mr. Mortimer. "The ladies are not in the capacity of a court of dernier resort, Mr. Mortimer. I appeal to them as the popular sovereigns of this company," said the chief. " The appeal, then, will not be allowed," said Mrs. Edgemonte. "You perceive, my-good friend, I have the right on any side, for judgment has come in advance of a hearing. The case is so clear that argument is super- fluous," said Mr. Mortimer. At this instant the door opened, and George Mel- ville, accompanied by Frederick Mortimer, entered the room. His face had not lost the smile which Frederick Mortimer so skillfully excited. It produced a corresponding reflection from every one present. Such a reflex, acting upon the sentiment with which Frederick Mortimer had inspired him, brought back the real George Melville. It would have been diffi- cult to analyze the happiness in that room, or insti- tute a just comparison as to its degree of intensity. There was the mother's joy; the father's wounded pride restored, to mingle again with _his love ; the sister's petitions at the throne of heaven answered ; the rewarded sympathy of active, energetic friend- ship ; the modest consciousness of success in unravel- ling the villain's coil; the welcome trust of friend- ship, basking in the smile of gratitude; the joyous confidence of ripened affection-and now,. these phases of the soul were sharpened to their keenest edge. The work had been laid out upon a ^mind tempered by the promptings of refinement and ed&EZ cation. Sympathy, love, and esteem had joined to heal the wounded spirit of a -son, brother, friend, and lover-a spirit taught by unjust experience the price- less value. of a clear title to the rights and privileges of an "'AME'OA CITIZEN." YI GEO;-R GE MELVILLE. page: 300-301[View Page 300-301] 0 RORGE MELVI11E.. XLITTL. Woman's Rights-The State Lunatic Asylum at Utica, Oneida County, N. Y. MOTHER," said Frederick Mortimer, as the party, described at the conclusion of the last chapter, were leaving the dining-room of the hotel, "you are to heae house full of ladies." "What is to become of the gentlemen ?" said Mrs.' Mortimer. "Father has intimated his wish that we shall ac- company Chief M-1----l to New York. He desires our presence in relation to some matters which con- cernieorge," said Frederick. henwill you c0go ?" said Mrs. Mortimer. "We are to take the afternoon train at two o'clock and forty4ve minutes," replied Frederick. "And what is to become of the ladies, when the pilots desert them?" said Mrs. Mortimer. "Father has given orders for carriages to convey Aurora. They are to start before the train goes," replied Frederick. "O-~d I oman will have her rights for once," ;asaMrs.Edgemonte, who had listened to theon- versation v "Ad4eserves to have them 'at all times, said Mr. Mortimer. "But what has raised this cry about woman's rights ?" "Having discovered the existence of a plot, de- signed to make deserters out of one half of this party, the ladies have determined to see what merit there is in woman's rights," said Mrs. Edgemonte. " Oh ! Fred has been breaking the sad news about Chief M-l's requirements," said Mr. Mortimer. "Sad news, indeed, Mr. Mortimer'! ' I consider it quite cheerful. The value of it depends, however, upon the length of time. the requirements of Mr. M 1 shall allow us ladies the privilege of having our own way," said Mrs. Edgemonte. - " All that philosophy will do for ladies of expe- rience. The gentlemen are better appreciated by the young ladies," said Mr. Mortimer " Who have neither mended stockings, replaced lost buttons, nor gathered up the tares of married ex- istence," said Mrs. Edgemonte. "We shall not be entirely without a pilot," said Bell. "Mr. George Melville, I am informed, has an intention of making Aurora a visit this afternoon." " Of course," saidMr. Mortimer. "That attests the truth of my remark." The ladies had no time to waste, as the hour for the departure of the"' train was close at hand. The carriages had been waiting their movements for nearly ,an hour. The? leavE-takings, consequently, were short, and to the purpose. Gegrge Melville' and William Hastings were the only gentleiren who joined.theAurora patty Messrs. M ,IMortimer, Edgemonte, Griswold, and Frederick Mortimer took the, afternoon train for the East. We leave bothopar: 4. GEORGE _ME-LVILLE. 3(1 i s ' -, -"_ , ww page: 302-303[View Page 302-303] 802 o~t' GB ELYILLE. O1Gl vta.30 tes to pursue their journeys. In the intrve, will the reader please return with us to the village of Aurora. "Good bye, my dear sir," said Mordaunt, as he arose to take his leave of Mr. Mortimer. I shall visit New York in a few days, Mr. Mor- daunt," said Mr. Mortimer, taking Mordaunt's hand. " We can then arrange this business to your satisfac- tion. "What day will you be there ?" asked Mordaunt. "The twelfth or thirteenth," replied Mr. Mortimer. Mordaunt had scarcely reached the street gate ere Mr. Mortimer: joined Doyl, who, as had been ar- ranged, was in -a side room, awaiting Mordaunt's departure. "Has Dady gone to Auburn with the dispatch for the telegraph ?" "Yes, sir, four hours since," replied Doyl. "Bess,-tell James to bring around the bays with the light carriage," said Mr. Mortimer. "You brought your valise, did you not, Mr. Doyl?" "No, dir," said Doyl. Get it," was the laconic request of Mr. Morti- mgr: Doyl, returning to the hotel, paid his bill and ob.. taied his valise. He waited there until Mordaunt dro' ff, and then rejoined Mr. Mortimer. Tames are you ready ?" asked Mr. Mortimer-a questioil whichJames had learned to iterpret as an' irder to do the driving. "Yis sir," replied James. "Mr. Doyl, please take your seat. Now, James, Auburn, by the Springport road. Drive very sloww" said Mr. Mortimer. "Yis, sir," again responded James. At first the spirited bays seemed determined not to take a slow pace; but under the skillful instructions which James administered, they gradually compre-. hended that speed was not at all required. Then, as if ashamed of such company, they settled into a modest trot. The ride to Auburn was so managed that Mordaunt was kept in sight - at a long distance in advance. Upon their arrival, a telegraph dispatch awaited Mr. Mortimer from Chief M 1, saying that he would be at the city of U - on the twelft4. "So far so good," said Mr. Mortimer. "I shall go to the city of U this afternoon. In one respect, I have changed the programme, Mr. Doyl. Do not make the arrest until you hear from me again." "Very well, sirs" replied Doyl. Mr. Mortimer, that-evening, took his tea at the Hotel, in the city of Utica. The following morning he called at the Lunatic Asylum, and inquired for the principal physician. "Good morning, Mr. Mortimer. This is an uex- pected pleasure, indeed," said the doctor, as he recog- nized his distinguished visitor. "Good morning, doctor. I trust my presence will not trespass upon your duties," replied Mr. Mortimer. "It will not f'or the next hour, Mr: Mortimer,.un- less I have an unexpected call," said the doctor. "Doctor, you have a patient here in whom the peo- ple became very much interested by reason of the: publicity given; her case through the New York press," said Mr. Mortiier. I GEOEG ; MELVXLLE. 803 :, _ - -;, " ' _ - {{ i 4 . {. .. _ Ls' s rIx, page: 304-305[View Page 304-305] 304 GEOR GE MLVILLE. L "You mean Sarah Graham ?" asked the doctor. "Yes ; Sarah E. Graham. What is her condition now doctor ?" said Mr. Mortimer. "$By the hand of Providence she is restored. Hers has been a sad ease. There are circumstances connected with it of a terrible nature ; but she reso- hitely refuses to disclose anything." "Doctor, I must have an interview with her, and would be very glad if you will be present. There are some suspicions which fancy tells me she is able to make certainties," said Mr. Mortimer. Ihave resolutely forbidden all persons from visit- ing her since the seventh instant. It will be neces- sary that you. call again this afternoon, or, better, to-morrow morning, if you can remain until then," said the doctor. "I am not certain, however, that an interview with her would be best at present. You shall be admitted if the thing is practicable," " To-morrow will be best," said Mr. Mortimer: "The Chief of Police, from New York, will then be in= the city, and. I should like that he be present at the interview." "Very well. If I admit you, there will be no ob- jection to one more," said the doctor After some further remarks, Mr. Mortimer bade the doctor good morning. Onthe following day, he called again at the Asy- ' u ;this time, accompanied by Chief M-1. The usual greetings of politeness being over, the doctor ifrmted Mr. Mortimer that he would allow the in- t~rvew; butat- the first caution he should give, it to be immediately closed:.They were now in S vitd by the doctor to follow him. After goingsome distance into the building, which-s an immense, as well as a magnificent structure, they were ushered into a capacious room, furnished with taste. Within a large rocking-chair sat Sarah E. Graham. As the doctor entered, she arose, and, standing by the aid of a crutch, extended to him a warm welcome. "Miss Graham," said the doctor, "these are the gentlemen I promised to introduce to you this morn- ing. Mr. Mortimer, allow me to present you to Miss Graham ; Mr. M 1, Miss Graham." She received them with a smile of welcome; and in a modest tone, asked that they should be seated. "Miss Graham," said Mr. Mortimerg"I am very desirous that you will give me liberty to open what may prove to be a painful subject to you." "I shall not shrink, sir, from suffering, when it is necessary ; but you will doubtless be willing to state the motives which prompt you, before entering upon anything that you are aware will be painful to me," replied Sarah. " Most assuredly. I am perfectly willing to make the required statement. Mary Wilcox " "Is it of her you would speak?" interrupted Sarah. "Yes. J. S. Taylor, Esq., received a note some years since signed 'S. E. G.' That note is of such a nature that I have desired to inquire whether,' S. E. G.,' being your initials, was not your hand-vht- ing in that note ? In other words, are not you 'he author ofit ?" replied Mr. Mortimer. "And for whom do you make this inquiry ?"asked Sa1rah.a "rIn behalf of :Mry. Wilcox, and also for anther I GEOEGE i ELVILL.. . 805 page: 306-307[View Page 306-307] / #3O6 GEORGE ELVILLEia.: purpose, which I had, perhaps, best -not trouble you with(' replied Mr. Mortimer. What is the other purpose ?" pursued Sarah. "It is not ;because there is secrecy in the matter, that I did not inform you at once ; but from a desire to spare your feeling," replied Mr. Mortimer. "While I appreciate your kindness, sir, you must allow me to question you as I may desire," replied Sarah.. "Most assuredly-I will do so ; and I will endeavor to instruct.you fully in regard to my motives," re- plied Mr. Mortimer. "Will you please state what that other purpose may be ?" said Sarah. "To do so, Miss Graham, that you may fully un- derstand my motives in calling upon you, compels me to ask that you will listen to a lengthy history," replied Mr. Mortimer. "Pray, go on, sir," replied Sarah. "Some time since," commenced Mr.. Mortimer, "J.S.Taylor, Esq., instituted an action at law, in order to obtain for a young female, residing in Brook- lyn, N. Y., her rights as the wife of a man, living in New York city, named James Mordaunt. Do you know James Mordaunt $" "Go on, sir," replied Sarah. "One of the principal witnesses," continued Mr. Mortimer, "by whom Mr. Taylor expected to esta- blish(Mary's rights,was Rev. John Furnace. This JohnFurnace:was also a resident of Brooklyn. ie suddenly, and~undervery extraordinary circumstances, disappeared the day before the action was com- need and nothing-has;been heard of him since, GE OR GE MELVILL'E. '307 nor has any trace been found of his body. Suspicions have pointed strongly towards a man known to be a tool of this James Mordaunt, as the person who can tell what became of Furnace. The fact that Mary Wilcox's success depended upon this clergyman's testimony, coupled with the intimate relations which are known to exist between the suspected person and James Mordaunt, have caused suspicion to rest upon Mordaunt as an accomplice in the kidnapping or murder of Furnace. It is known, also, that James Mordaunt visited you here on the 7th instant, in the disguise of a clergyman." "But I do not see what should excite your interest in this matter other than a high sense of justice," said Sarah. "This will appear more fully, Miss Graham," con- tinued Mr. Mortimer. "Please go on, sir," said Sarah. "A young gentleman," continued Mr. Mortimer, "has been convicted of the crime of forgery, and sent to the State Prison. His friends, since his trial, have reason to suspect that he is the victim of a plot, and that James Mordaunt is the contriver of it." "What is the young man's name ?" asked Sarah. "George Melville," replied Mr. Mortime; "Is there any known motive which should prompt this Mordaunt to commit an innocent person to prison?" asked Sarah. "There is, Miss Graham," replied Mr. Mortimer. " Mordaunt sought the hand of a young lady who Was engaged to Melille.?' And what is the lady's name ?" asked Sarah. "MissM6,rtirmer,' was the reply. I page: 308-309[View Page 308-309] O80g GEORGE MELVILLE. "Then . address the father of the lady in question ?" said Sarah. "You do, Miss Graham," replied Mr. Mortimer. "It is enough. Gentlemen, listen," said Sarah, raising herself in her chair, and looking each of her visitors in the eye in quick succession. At this in- stant, her gaze was full of ,such. earnest truthfulness, that a feeling of solemnity gathered around the group. " Doctor, how long have I been an inmate of this asylum ?" said she. "Nearly two years, Sarah," replied the doctor, with a friendly smile. So long I' ejaculated the unfortunate girl, clasping her hands together, and raising her eyes to heaven. "Great God! Two years more on earth, and Thou not yet my friend! When wilt Thou hear and answer the lost one's petition for mercy$' Sarah," said the doctor, "Heaven is the abode of justice as well as of mercy. If you have an act of justice resting upon your lips, mercy will not enter your soul until justice owns your spoken pledge." "'then why has Heaven sealed my tongue during two long years? Answer me not! 'HE doeth all things well.' I will now complete a work which was interrupted by a terrible deed two years ago. Send for a magistrate; not for me, but for the benefit of Mary Wilcox, George Melville, and Miss Mor- tiner," said Sarah. This afternoon, Sarah; you had better take rest now," said Mr. Mortimer. Now! I cannot rest until my duty is accom- plished," said Sarah. "It should be done immediately. The relief'to GEORGE M-ELVILLE. 309 her mind will be better than medicine," interposed the doctor. A carriage was instantly dispatched for the nearest magistrate. The interval passed in general conver- sation, during which Mr. Mortimer succeeded in gaining Sarah's attention, thereby causing her, for the time, to forget the unhappy wounds which neces- sity had compelled him to open. After the arrival of the magistrate, Sarah gave an accurate and detailed account of her history since she first knew James Mordaunt. She revealed all she knew in regard to Mary Wilcox; described the conversation she had overheard in the closet, which, as the reader has already surmised, had reference to the plot to ruin Melville. "And now," continued Sarah, "the remainder of my story affects solely myself. It is unnecessary to reveal that which affects me personally." " It may be unnecessary, so far as your individual interests are concerned, Miss Graham; but you have incurred an obligation to the public, to whom you are indebted for your life," said the magistrate. "Sarah, do not, if you value conscience, withhold one fact which will militate. against this villain, James Mordaunt." "What he has done towards me is now of no con- sequence. I 'cannot alter my fate by becoming his accuser," replied Sarah. "But you may prevent a second Sarah Graham; or a second Mary Wilcox, or a second George Mel- ville, from incurring a fate at James Mordaunt's hands, equal to, or worse than, your own," said Mr. Mortimer. k page: 310-311[View Page 310-311] GEORGE MELVILLE. " He can be imprisoned upon what you already know," said Sarah." "Not so! Miss Graham. It would be a very diffi§. cult matter to convict Mordaunt upon the testimony which we have yet obtained," said Mr. Mortimer. ' Sarah sat some time in silence, her countenance indicating a sore struggle between desire and duty. "Not now," at length said she. "I can wait a few weeks, and see what events will show." "Do not procrastinate this revelation another hour, Sarah," said the doctor. "You must see clearly that' James Mordaunt is a villain of the blackest charac- ter, and that justice demands at your hands all you know against him." "Let it beso, then," said Sarah, her countenance showing that a firm resolution had been made. She then detailed the terrible events connected with the. house in Twenty-third street, New York, with which the reader is acquainted. "The last I remember," continued Sarah, "James Mordaurit, as I revealed to him my knowledge of his wicked plot against Melville, seized me with the energy of madness, and hurled me with all his force against the marble mantel. The next thing which I remember, James Mordaunt was standing by my bedside dressed in the garb of a clergyman."- "It was Robert Shank, then, who first seized you, while you were arranging your hair ?" said Mr. Mor- timer. "Shank was the name given him by Mordaunt, at the office in Wall street," replied Sarah. "1Would you be able, to recognize the man who seized and gagged you ?" asked Mr. Mortimer. s . 310- Ck t i1{t 1 "Yes," replied Sarah. "I have seen him on two occasions." The magistrate made out three depositions embody- ing all the facts which Sarah had revealed; one relat- ing to Mary Wilcox, one to Melville, one to herself. The deposition relating to Melville was read to her first. After suggesting one or two 'slight alterations, she signed and made oath to it. The same was per- formed in reference, to the deposition .relating to her- self. The magistrate then commenced reading the third, which related to Mary Wilcox. This, Sarah interrupted. "It is entirely unnecessary for me to sign that one, sir." "Why so ?" asked the magistrate. "Whenever the suit instituted in Mary Wilcox's behalf shall be tried, my affidavit will be there, if required," replied Sarah. "It will be necessary for some of these gentlemen to be present, in order to verify these facts, and then the question would arise, why did she refuse to sign and make oath to it ?" said the magistrate. "Tell them it was because she did not wish to multiply depositions on the same subject," said Sarah. "Do you mean to be understood, Miss Graham, that you have already made an affidavit of the facts in reference to Mary Wilcox ?" asked Mr. Mortimer, "I do, sir. It was written out for me the same day I wrote my note to Mr. Taylor. The lawyers never knew the names of the parties, nor did they know my name. I took the paper home and filled in all the names myself. Then I went before a magis- trate and made oath to it." 311 GEORGE.'MELV LLE. . page: 312-313[View Page 312-313] 312. GEOR1GE MELVILLE. "Where is the paper now, Sarah P" asked. Mr. Mortimer. "It is in the hands of the lawyers in New York who drew it. Iinclosed it in an envelope, sealed it up, and directed it to J. S. Taylor, Esquire, to be deliv- ered to him only, in case they heard of my death, or the cause of Mary Wilcox should be brought to' trial and I not appear in court. Had the cause been brought to trial, that affidavit would have been handed to Mr. Taylor. Johnson, Hasbrook & Miller, is the name of the law firm. They gave me their solemn pledge never to open the paper, but to obey my instructions in every respect." "Well, Sarah, you had better execute this also. It can do no harm, and, may do good," said the magis- trate. "I prefer not to execute this paper at present. Should the. other be destroyed, or lost, I ;will sign and make oath to this," said Sarah. "Very well, Sarah," said Mr. Mortimer. "Write an order upon the firm, telling them to -deliver the letter to Mr. Taylor immediately. I will hand it to them." This Sarah did willingly. When the business had* been all finished, Sarah seemed to settle into a melancholy state of feeling. It was evident ,to Mr. Mortimer, that the revelations against Mordaunt, per- taining to herself, had been made against her wish. He filly comprehended the cause of her present anxiety. It was clear that she still retained her affection for the man who had ruined her. This state of inind he determined to eradicate if possible. Now, doctor," said Mr. Mortimer. "I want to GEORGE MELVILLE. 313 ask a great favor of you. Miss Graham has been under your roof nearly, or quite two years. It is time she saw the beauties of a life in the coun- ,try. "I will not interpose a single objection, if Sarah falls in with your plan, Mr. Mortimer," said the doc- tor. "Very well! Miss Graham, my plan is, to write immediately to my daughter, and have her make youa visit here. She can remain until the doctor thinks a journey will be good for you;' then, you go to Aurora, to make my house your home for a few months." Sarah upon hearing these words, wiped awaya tear, which came unbidden to her eye. I must go home to my mother," said Sarah. "Not until James Mordaunt is taken care 'of," said Chief M 1. "If you leave here, it must not be known where you go ; and furthermore, you mst go only where you can be fully protected. I have made up my mind that the Frenchman, who hired. the horses in Fourth Avenue, New York, was no other than Robert Shank, and the three hundred dollars sent the livery man, came from James Mordaunt." "What do you refer to, Mr. M= l?" asked Sarah. "Have you never inquird how you came to this Asylum, Miss Graham ?" asked the-chief. "I can answer that question," interposed-the doc- tor. "She has not. On the contrary, hitherto, she has carefully abstained from speaking of her history. I expect her mother next week." Srah desired, to be informed how sue'had been Y~ 1 page: 314-315[View Page 314-315] 314 GBoIRGE iEEALvxLLE. broug to t Asylum. The doctor, however, put a t o e interview. He promised Sarah that she ho ae a fll accountof the circumstances on he al gday " time, with Sarah's permission, I will acopt nitatio in her behalf. Send my friend I1 here as soon as possible." "Doctor is Miss Mortimer your friend ?" asked SShe is rah:; and has been intimately acquaint- ed wh.my family for several years." a make no objections then to al you do for me; but can never repay any of this kindness." a, . have to-day more than repaid all 'it may be k our power to do for you, Miss Graham," said Mr. Mrtimer The reason and truth of this you will o learn. We will now bid you goodbye. My da t=e , wil be here as soon as George Mel- ifesparaoned out of prison." day after you mean, Mr. Mortimer," said the d6tor, laughing. "ery likely," replied Mr. Mortiiner. ' Morffmer aeompanied by his friend, Chief M- then returned to B- 's hotel; where they were clseted the remainder of the day GEORGE MELVILL.31 XLIV The Arrest-Interview with the Governor of the Empire state. ABOUT noon of the day succeeding that which saw the events recorded in our last chapter, Mr. Mortimer and Chief M 1, stood in the U rail road ddpot, surrounded by a small coterie of friends. No greater matter occupied their attention than the shrill whistle of the locomotive . announcing the approach of a western train. " There is the train," said Mr. Mortimer. " You had better return to the hotel," said Mr. M-1. " Very well," replied Mr. Mortimer. "L agree with you." In a few .moments the train had arrived. Chief M 1 stood upon an elevated platform on theeat side of the ddpot. He was accosted by a number the' newly arrived passengers, mostly residents of New York. Among these was James Mordaunt. Within ten feet of him, stood Doyl and Dady "Good morning , Mr. MA 1," said Mordaut "this is a surprise. When did youleave Ne r "Onthe 11th, sir," replied Chief M' 5=A the sane moment he caught Doyl's eye - and.4 him private signal to make the arrest at page: 316-317[View Page 316-317] 16GEORGE MELVILLE. 317( GE-oRGE MELVILLE. Doyl advanced within the circle and, taking Mor- dauti by the arm, addressed him in an under tone. "Sir! you are my prisoner." "Prisoner ?" said Mordaunt, endeavoring to shake off Doyl' grasp. "Be quiet, Mr. Mordaunt. Take things as they cone" said Doyl. " By what authority do you make this arrest ?" asked Mordaunt, very much excited. iol handed to Mordaunt a warrant by which he learned that he was charged with causing the death of John Furnace, by procuring one Robert Shank to commit the deed. Mordaunt asked several questions of Doyl, but obtaining answers so laconic and meaningless, he soon relapsed into silence. Mr. M-1 had left the ddpoto as soon as he perceived that Doyl had understood his signal. " Where are you going with me ?" asked Mor- daunt. ":Aboard the train," said Doyl. " Would you like a dinner ?" Mordaunt gave no heed to Doy1's question, conse- quently;:that official ordered him to take his place in he car. Ifyou behave yourself, you will not be troubled ith the irons until night," said Doyl, as they took theirseats. Di E. M-.1-l know anything about this aest?" asked Mordaunt. I 'didn'tnotice whether he looked on or not," ,J Do eou act under his orders ?" asked Mordaunt. "Whenever he has anything to do out of New York county, he is very apt to employ my valuable services," replied Doyl. And is that the case in this matter?" said Mordaunt. You can see on the face of the warrant, who give me the work," said Doyl. ".Shall I show it to you ?" "If you please, i said Mordaunt, biting his lip, and most bravely endeavoring to swallow an angry reply. At this instant, Mr. Mortiner entered the car ; but, apparently without seeing Mordaunt, he imme- diately left it and entered the one behind. "By Jove! Chief, you had near got me into a scrape," said Mr. Mortimer, as he opened the door of the rear car. Doyl has Mordaunt in the forward car instead of this." "If he recognized you, you will be sent for; there- fore, I don't see but that you're quite in the scrape," said Mr. M 1, laughing at Mr. Mortimer's per- plexed countenance. "What can't be cured, must be endured," replied Mr. Mortimer. " Of course," said Mr. M 1. The noise of the train, which had now gained full headway,'put an end to the conversation. "Tickets !" cried the conductor. "How do you do, Mr. Mortimer ?" said the con- ductor, as he reached the seat occupied by that gentleman. I heard you were at the cty of "I have passed a few days there with my friende 316 page: 318-319[View Page 318-319] &~GRGE MELMIEL V.L$19 'r, i ' ; , "( - 1 f imer, uon visiting Mordaunt, found that U, accomplished its object. Doyl resisted' et r Mortiager:made to converse with arived at Albany,'Mr. Mortimer accom- the chief, made an evening call n :i of New York The h not.the os butorine duties ele440,e :ortard-rIwil}od pardon for i tth lationofi-:the;f atsdeod rahain t'k., fl l 'es o th . -i ofNewYork. Mr. lM-a, allow me to { ; ,d to you mry friend,'M. Kellogg." Mr.Mortimer a.'gentlemaan in the forward car' ,1z da4deto and you this card He desires th 1o ill coie to him," said the conductor. slbraeak nyeck if I go now," said Mr. 'I Mr.Kellogg will bear- a note to the person o ocenpies the same seat with the gentleman who thatcard,Ithink I can remove your diffiulty, i .Mortimner," said Mr. M-l.' .will doo, soon," said the conductor., Thechief penned the following on a slip of paper, 'singthe crown of his hat as a table: Al'ow no communication whatever with your prisoner "There Governor peas end graph ofic, andI shall not isobea *adthej chef.. Thegvernor waabout to i v~ ylo p e w h 9h~t" -{ i e f ."i - in te rru la$ij the r t,,, t} f' ..f ?.S ,. him. The other tw l have acertained, art . living," sai44r Mortimer. "These are unnecessary in this case r. orti- mer+" replied the governor. "Not because of th high position of the applicant f orGeo geMelille's pardon, but from the simple fetthat 'have peron- ally known this Melville and his family; and I have not been able to see any adequate necessitysur- rounding George, to warrant so.much risk in obtain- ing six hundred ad twenty-five dollar. I shall gant this pardon with real satisfaction." "Please send itt my hotel, Governor. I am disposed to enjoy the effect of your satisfaction t proves catching," replied Mr. Mortimer "The pardon shall be sent early in the morning" responded the governor. "Mr. Mortimer, I must get a dispatch to w York to-night,"said Chief M-l, taking his watch, "It can be sent to the office by a messenger" d the governor. "I desire the company ofyo th for the evening. There is paper." Chief M -4, taking pen and paper, wrotel' o-t lowing dispatch: To J V. S.-OFICE OF CHIEF OFrPOLICE, NEW YORK. - a_ ux-4S tiseY , 1 .a.: '' ii s e_ ( I. L L . page: 320-321[View Page 320-321] 320 GEORGE MELVILL-E. GEORGE MELVILLE. .21 There is nothing private about the dispatch. Don't waste one of the people's envelopes on it." "Very well," said the governor, pulling a bell- rope. A servant entered. 'LTake this dispatch to the telegraph office, and have it forwarded to New York immediately," said the governor. " Yes, sir," replied the servant, instantly leaving the room as soon as he had received the paper. "Now, gentlemen," said the governor, " I wish to introduce you to some ladies under my wife's charge. We must make an evening of it." It was a late hour before Mr. Mortimer and the chief regained their hotel. The following mornings at an early hour, a pardon, -executed in due form, was handed to Mr. Mortimer by a special messenger from the governor. A few mo- ments afterwards a messenger from the telegraph office handed a dispatch to Chief M 1. It read' as follows: NEW YoR, ,18-. CIEFN -, r--- HOUSE, ALBANY. Endgarm tisfeorurga efhgt. J. V. S. "Shank is arrested," said the chief, as soon as he had read the dispatch. ortimer, taking up the dispatch, attempted U. to read it. "I shall have to obtain the key to that, Mr. M 1, before'I can unlock it," said Mr. Mortimer. "lIt is very simple, sir," replied the chief. "Well, Doyl, how has your prisoner .enjoyed him- H I self," continued Mr. M -, addressing that official, who just then approached. "He acts pretty soberly about the matter," replied Doyl. " Be ready to go to New York by the evening boat," said Mr. M 1. "I am ready at' a moment's notice," answered Doyl. "What is the key to your telegraph dispatch ?". asked Mr. Mortimer. "I have not got it with me," replied Mr. M 1, laughing. Mr. Mortimer. saw that his friend M-1 was proof against even his attempts to learn to read his secret writing. As a new order of things has been instituted, and as old things have passed away, it will do no injury to the cause of justice if we now give the key to the public. Read the dispatches backwards, commencing at the last letter, and omit- ting each second letter. That night James Mordaunt was carried a pri- soner to New York. On the following .day he was brought before the officer who issued the process against him. An examination was waived, and he was admitted to bail. He was then arrested upon a second warrant, issued upon the affidavit of Sarah E. Graham. )hen he fully comprehended the fact that she was restored to reason, his countenance fell. Ruin stared him in the face ; and ' 'the event proved. Although he was admitted to bail on this charge. also, and thereby enjoyed every advantage for con- ducting his defence, still he was convicted, and sen- tenced to five years' hard labor in the State prison 14* F, ; page: 322-323[View Page 322-323] i; r} , t ; a s . 6 'S . S+ ' i - ' f "f r k {; ' , , . . i° i 'q a' . 'r , I GEORGE MELVILLE. 328 322 GEORGE ME LVILLE The suit instituted for the establishment of Mary Wilcox's rights, now became an easy matter. It was prosecuted to a successful termination in her favor. and her clainis upon his property were recognized by the courts, Two days after the judgment of the court had been rendered, the vessel commanded by her uncle, Captain Joseph Horton, entered New York harbor, having been permitted by the health officer, upon due examination of her manifest, to pass quarantine. But was Mary Mordaunt the happy niece, the joyful wife, the proud mother? She had gained. only the first stepping-stone up the steep and rugged pathway of peace. But she possessed a true heart, and a heavenly guide to direct her in the way of duty. The great struggle of a life was before her. She had a husband, and her child owned a villain,lost to him- self, his friends, and society, for a father. She shrank not from this struggle; nor did she fail in meeting wi hrtndant sympathy. A Mountain in Massachusetts-The Home of, an ex-Presides; of the United States. READER, you approach the conclusion of our story. Bear with its length patiently ! The duty before us,' though for truth's sake we must yet describe a few sad pictures of life, will also present you with scenes of happiness. This world is not always dark, nor does misfortune always surround the poor in heart. You stand upon an elevation of land, covered with a rich forest growth. It is an hour and a half since, upon the level country, you bade adieu to luxuriant fields, groaning under the weight of ripening har- vests. The progress up the steep ascent has been slow and fatiguing. Physical- endurance almost gives out. The rich, mossy bed, so delicately spread upon the outcropping formation, is a genial and wel come resting-place. The tall and stately pine, the graceful elm and beech, and the broad-leafed maples afford a certain protection against the summer's tn. The mind has gradually been filled with wonder at the sublimity of a mountain ascent. For months, mansions of brick, dirty streets, jostling crowds, and the, capacity of a counting-room have been pictured upon the retina. The optic nerve has longed for page: 324-325[View Page 324-325] 2GEORG a O MEL VILLE. rest, calling loudly upon the members to allow the pupil an opportunity for dilation in the forest shade. And now the solemn darkness of the mountain has reached and filled, the. soul. The brows, so long contracted, rise with the opening lids. The chatter- ing of the nimble squirrel reaches the ear. The sight, so keen in -youth, in vain endeavors to find the bold climber. Peering into tree after .tree, now cer- tain, now uncertain. "Yes, she is there !"-" No! its a black knot!" How quickly the merry chatterer appreciates the: cause of this exhibition of doubt ! Darting into a' hole, she whispers to her young, ".The man is not the boy ! His rifle shines with silver; bnt it is not the old rusty shot-gun he used to carry, which sent the cold lead with such certainty. Come, chicks, no fear !" And now that old monarch of the woods, which has stood the blasts of .a century, resounds with the chattering derision of the whole nest. Bang! Good sir, you have ttd your pow- he nimble innocents gambol upon their native 4tmghs unharmed. Come, ascend this stately tower taY t overlooks the tops of the forest verdure. A cene ishere which you may enjoy without prosti- tutingdur sight to the destruction of life merely for pastime. You climb the square tower to its top. Folding the arms, as if transfixed by the magnificent truth revealed, you are lost in the contemplation. Look north! pilesupon piles of mountain heights rise before you. The eye wanders,'along their serpentine indIngs for twenty, perhaps thirty statute miles, until it rests upon what appears a blue cloud, lying against the skin the horizon. A beautiful female, enveloped in the semblance of a riding-habit, with raven locks streaming backwards in the breeze, now gathering up the reins of her steed, her dark eye, crested with brows of delicate grace, and sparkling in the flashing sunbeams, gives back a gaze so steady as to turn your own. But, look again ! The saddle only is there ! She must be the sprite of these moun- tain ranges. Look west ! Following closely, range upon range, for a distance of fifty miles, are stately forests, interspersed with cultivated fields, the whole picture dotted with thrifty-looking homesteads. Along the distant horizon, stately columns of smoke, moving southerly, rise against the blue sky in majes- tic curves. On the left, behind that long range of rolling hills, is a homestead in which i plain citizen may be daily observed guiding the affairs of a prosperous family, with the same industry, zeal, confidence, and success which he once displayed when holding in his grasp the sceptre of the Ameri- can Republic. Look south ! Again the eye rests upon verdure-clad mountains, but the hand of man is clearly visible, exonerating nature from the air of studied exactness, which speaks of the industrious agriculturist. And now, as the telescope is brought to bear upon some of the houses, what strange models of architecture are presented. An intimate exami- nation of these reveals isolation and singularity, as chief characteristics of the occupants. Look east-! A garden, as of a second paradise is there. Within a few miles of each other, are a number of natural ponds or little lakes, forming a circle, from within which arise several spires; as of village churches, the surrounding buildings and rich verdure leaving it for imagination to supply the houses which 'support 4f z 325, GEORGE AIELVILLE" page: 326-327[View Page 326-327] GEORGE MELVILLE.G them, dedicated to the solemn 'worship of Him-Na- ture's .Architect--under the forms and ceremonies acknowledged by the Pilgrim Fathers. Fxom within the circle 6fthat collection of houses, arises a single ehhi, standing like a faithful sentinel, and boldly de- fyingliterally, every blast, as if the Stygian waters had given to it the: power of a Hercules to come scath- les from the fight. HarkI Those are voices ascend- ing from that clump of whortleberry bushes. Per- sons are approaching the tower, Reader, let us descend. Watching strangers from a distance is a more agreeable employment than meeting them upon a platform contracted by the limits of a tower. But noW that the strangers are within sight, there is a decided air about them which reminds us of friends. And so they prove. " Come, Bell, I shall never get my basket filled, unless you help me," said Florence Melwood, " Then you do not deserve to have it filled at all," repaid Bell Mortimer. " My basket holds a third more than yours, and just look at it. It will not carry twenty berries more." Bell had evidently a very just idea of her friend's industry; for, looking up with an arch smile, she said "Flora, what have you done with your gallant knight" "hy, like a sensible girl, I have ordered him to pick berries enough to fill my basket. dHe heas givenrme no peace.for the last half hour. As fast as I piced the berries, he would steal them." "Declaring, I suppose, a sweetness in flavor on ac- on:t of thestolen fruit," said Bell. " Yes,1Bell; and d eclaring something else. He .I I wants to carry offdmother's baby, and I am deter- mined he shall not have her," said Florence, with a half sober,;lhalf pouting expression. At this instant, William Hastings appeared upon the scene. ,He approached Florence, .and giving her a smile which can come only from a true heart, filled her basket with whortleberries, out of a large leaf which was so well heaped that it gave him some diffii- culty to prevent the loss of the wild fruit. "-There, Bell, coz," said Florence,,"you are wel- come to youi- berries now." I shall have to give them to Mrs. Melwood, then, to console her if she loses her Flora," replied Bell. "Entirely unnecessary, Bell," said Florence. "And what has Mrs. Melwood lost ?" asked Hastj ings. "The loss, Mr. Hastings, appears to be prospec- tive," said Bell, laughing. "I wish it would prove so," replied Hastings, as- suming suddenly a mock gravity. "'Jest' and 'Truth,' I perceive, have become in- timate once more, Mr. Hastings;" said Bell. "All owing to the necessity of the case, Miss Mor- timer," replied Florence, putting on the semblance of dignity. "If Miss Mortimer would only help ' Jest' to conquer ' Truth, she will gain more from Mrs. Melwood than by presenting her with a basket of berries." "Bask at the berries-lamb-ike, of course," said Hastings, seizing a handful from Bell's basket, and assuming a very ilinocent expression of countenance " Oh, sir, you will repent when too late. I cani I GrEORGE WE LV II;.L E.' page: 328-329[View Page 328-329] GEOR GE MELVILLE 329 exert my influence with Mrs. Melwood either for or against you, sir,"' said Bell. "Knowing that in advance, I believe in divesting you of the ainews of war," replied Hastings, stealing a second handful from Bell. "You appear so well determined as to your course, I believe it will be the best punishment if I endeavor to hasten the progress of events," said Bell. At this moment, Mrs. Meiwood, leaning on the arm of George Melville, approached the. tower. The whole party then ascended to its top. For several moments no one broke the silence. The splendor of the view arrested every thought foreign to the, deep emotion aroused by its extent, sublimity, and grandeur. XLVI. Another Telegram-Early rising sometimes proves very agreeable. WE left George Melville in such good hands, just after his restoration to citizenship, that it is not to be presumed the reader has felt anxiety in his behalf, unless, indeed, it has been excited by an unsuccessful effort to forget the unhappy mistake which a high regard for justice had 'compelled .the administrators of the law to commit. True, the iron had entered deeply, and the wound was ;severe. The bright hopes of friends apparently had been crushed forever. Sad and bitter tears had been shed over the terrible blow. A father's life-long aspirations had been covered by a blackest cloud of deepest woe-making the silent tomb a welcome sight, a coveted haven. The mother's heart no pen can paint. It can be seen only by the eye of'experience, and of Him, the Comforter, "Who, once in mortal anguish, Gave the widow back her son.'t And the sister's unselfish tears! Life had been bereft of its worth to her. But death was not invoked in her prayers. Solitary, she would live and .mourn. And the friends ! Sympathy in trial is one of the _ ' ' I 3'28_ GEORGE MELVILLE., it J r r s~ , tr r , kallIn, 7 - .z9.n i . ." .t page: 330-331[View Page 330-331] G832OR1GE MtELVILLE. good gifts of Heaven; but there are times when the heart refuses to confide even in angel visitors. How little had George Melville expected that the mark of a felon was so soon to be removed from his name ! How joyfully the warm blood coursed through his eins when he drank to his fill the knowledge that the friends, whose good opinion he had learned to prize, were none of them alienated. The transition was.great. The prison-shop for the parlor ; the con- vict's garb for the freeman's apparel; the atmosphere of crime, for the genial breathings of truth and virtue. Contrast refuses to acknowledge greater extremes. e.. * * * * * "eAtelumgraph for Miss Bell," said Bess, as she entered the parlor, bearing a letter in her hand.. "For me, Bess ?" asked Bell, rising from an otto- man, and approaching the door. " Yis 'um; man's.a waitin'," said Bess. "Excuse me," said Bell, bowing to the ladies. present, as she left the room. Having satisfied the messenger's claim, she opened her dispatch. It read as follows: U--, i-. To..BELL NORTIMER, AURORA, N. Y. ome to U--; morning train from Auburn. Doctor -- wll be at U-- d6pot. Keep your movements secret. Follow his directions. B. F. MORTIMER. 'lease wait a moment, sir. .An answer is re- ed, said Bell to the messenger. Then, running up aimto her room, with which the reader is already familiar, she hastily penned the following: GEORGE :MELVILLE. 831 Aai, N'. , _ _ Will be at -city of U- by morning train. BELL MORTIMER. Having delivered this to the messenger, returning to the parlor, Bell went immediately to the piano. She commenced a series of songs and instrumental pieces from the old German masters, with an occa- sional selection from Rossini, Bellini, and Verdi. The ladies present were so charmed at Bell's music that, ere a half hour passed, she had actually cheated them out of what curiosity a telegraph dispatch would naturally create. That night Bell retired early. On the following morning; long before any of her company had thought of leaving dreamland, Bell entered the dining-room. To her surprise, she found- Bess there. "'Why, Bess! you are early," said Bell. "Yis, 'um. Telumgraph 'spatch 'portant, and so Bess couldn't sleep. What's to be did ?" said Bess. "Go and call James, and ,then set out a cold bite for two," said Bell. " Pshaw !" mumbled Bess, as she entered the kitchen. "Miss Bell's ign'rant oh de commonest principals oh keeping' good looks. She'd kill her health a drinking' cold water in de mornin', ef twan't for me." Bess's first anxiety-was about the fire. In two minutes she had a roaring blaze in the kitchen stove, and the singing kettle, with the "small- drop of water," as Bess called it, when she "sot the kittle a bilin'," sounded very mucl like having a cup of coffee " ready in no time." 4 page: 332-333[View Page 332-333] 332 GEORGE MEL VILLE. "Par," mumbled Bess; "I'se sot de kittle a tiin', with a small drop ob water, and ef Bell 'ul only keep out ob de way, I'll git a cup ob tea ready in no time."} At this moment James entered the kitchen. "Jims," said Bess, "Miss Bell wants you to kum fur'to see heroin de sittin'-room. You needn't tell anything 'bout de fire." James understood this hint, being well acquainted with Bess's ways. He knew also that if he failed to comply, Bess would pay him off. She was one of the servant kind (indeed few others are worth anything), who have a will of their own, and make their wishes respected -by the high and the low, those above as well as those beneath them. "James," said Belf, ".call Mr. Melville.. Say I wish to see him. Make no noise about it which may disturb others. His room is the large one at the head of the stairs. "Yis, ma'am," said James.' Bell's summons, when he had consulted his watch asto the hour, gave Melville some surprise. "However," said he, in soliloquy," there are few sleepers aroused this morning by a bell of sweeter tone." In a short time, Melville descended by the front hall stairway. 4Bell awaited him, hat in hand, at the parlor door. Jdis was the first moment, exclusively their own, since the hour Melville returned to his father's home, after the breaking of his leg. He took the offered hand and pressed it warmly to his lips. "And am I yet esteemed by Bell Mortimer ?" said GEORGE MELVILLE. 333 he. "Such a lovely flower should be placed in. a golden handle, free from dross, which no atmosphere can soil." "Where it would droop and wither by the next morning's light. The flower, when taken from its parent stem, must look to loving hands for suste- nance, if it would continue its bloom., Rise, George. Kneel not to me ! Let us both kneel to Heaven, where the order was given which has restored our happiness," said Bell. For the rfist/time, George Melville clasped to his heart the beautiful girl whose love had been tried by such a terrible ordeal. Bell Mortimer sought not to resist his embrace. Her burning anxiety, grown to be almost ;insupportable, at last found full relief in tears, shed upon the bosom where every drop was mingled with the life-current of a heart beating only for her love. Was this the happiest moment that Bell had yet lived? If it was not, the next was. the happiest of Melville's existence, as his eye caught the joyous smile which beamed upon him. Once more he clasped the noble girl to his heart, as he sealed his love with the first kiss of affection upon lips which, in waking and in dreams, had breathed his name with pride. The hall-door opened from the dining-room. "I'se wondering I" soliloquized Bess, as she shuf- fled into the, hall. "Miss Bell was in mi'ty hurry fur nothin', and I might' jest as well cooked up a beef-steak coal black. What on yarth's keepin' her up stairs !" Saying which, Bess began to ascend, an occupation which Bell by no means endeavored to interrupt. page: 334-335[View Page 334-335] n% ,A S;"F' r { p .r. if! Ti .. tis fi ' {1' _ i Y I i +W' ' . ' f l ^ k t :t GElORGE 1MEL.VILL]3.- 335 .334 G EORE MELYIL LE. As soon as Bess was. at the. top of the stairs, Bell arose and passed into the dining-room. She was somewhat surprised at the aspect of the table. A smoking hot beef-steak, fried potatoes, some cucum- bers fresh from the vines, a plate of nicely browned toast, and a pot of hot coffee, which Bell knew from experience, could not be excelled. Bess was not the cook ; but it was always a proud morning to Mr. / Mortimer, when he could entrap her into getting up a breakfast for him. "Laws suz, Miss Bell. Where has you bin? Is'e wint to your room and you wasn't thar." "I was in the parlor, Bess. Go and inform Mr. Melville that breakfast is ready," said Bell, opening the kitchen door, where James was seated, arranging a mess for his horses. " James, harness up the bays, and prepare to drive me to Auburn. I shall be ready in twenty minutes." " I knew as how there was something in the wind, faith. It's well I fed the horses when I giv thim good mornin', shure," said James, as he entered the barn. " It's a cruel pace of bizness, Jack,"to take you out so airly There's one consolashun ye have shure. Whin Bell is married, George Melville's the gintl'man what'al niver let you be taken out afore breakfast. Mind that now, ye Jack ! Whoa, Bill! There, be jabers! an ye as dhry as a yeast cake. Dhrink! of it was whishky shure, ye niver ud git setisfaction; be jabers 1" "Misser Melville, Miss Mortimer's kompulmunts, an' she'd like you to kum to brekfust," said Bess. " Withpleasure, Bess," replied Melville. " Law, suz ! Misser Melvillb, yu'se no idee how [ fn foolish I gits sumtimes. This mornin', I'se dun the cooking' and let the lazy, cook sleep. She paint up yit," said Bess. " Pooty one, Miss, Bell is. Wanted fur to hev nuthin but cole water fur a brekfust." "Bess, you have really proved your extraordinary talent for an emergency," said Melville, as he carved a delicate piece of the steak for Bell. ' "Please hand that plate to Miss Mortimer." "And I shall be disappointed if that cup of coffee fails to meet decided approbation from you," said Bell. Eating was not the order of exercise at either end of the table. George Melville had altogether too much to admire, seated opposite, behind the rich array of a costly breakfast-set. Bell had more than she could accomplish, to keep down her blushes, excited by the earnest gaze and affectionate 'smile, blending so well with the graceful dignity which characterized Melville's address at the table. She had often faced a crowded breakfast-table in the.capacity of hostess, and without wishing to hasten the ticking of the clock.. Now, she could hear her heart beat,iso quickly and so strong, that the old, clock's second-ticks seemed like minutes, and the minutes became hours. But there is an end to everything, except a circle. " I'se ob de pinyon, dat Miss Bell Mortimer haint ete nuthin',-and dat all Misser Melville's eten is kuf- fee. Jest look at Miss Bell's plate. I'se got nuff stake leff fur me and Jim. Jim!' Jim! hes dey druve off?" asked Bess, at the end of her soliloquy, as James opened the kitchen door. " Yis, Bess ; and _Bells flity as a broom-stick. 'Told me, faith, to git ready, be jabers! and dhrive the }i7 ,; r% 9 ; "Are a page: 336-337[View Page 336-337] 33 GEOIRGE MNEL V IILE. G~REMLIL~ 337 bays to Auburn, and Julius Sayzar the Grate, here I is and got to dhress meself. It niver'1 do fur to wark in the barn wid the best coat on," said James.; his countenance expressing an unusual amount of indig- nation. "What you bein' mad 'bout! Miss Bell kin drive better'n you. Come along and ete brekfust. Guess you won't git better dis mornin'," said Bess. "Bell kin teach you to drive." Now Bess would scold and fret at Bell by the hour, magnifying everything she did into a folly or a fault; but she allowed no one else the same privi- lege. The least reflection upon the idol of her heart. was sure to be visited with a reprimand. James did not presume to contradict Bess. He quietly took the seat at the table just vacated by Mel- ville, and waited very demurely for Bess to help him. "There ! ef you've sed over grace, you kin ete," said Bess ; .her countenance assuming a very devout seriousness. James took the offered plate, and obeyed orders so cleverly and skillfully, that Bess began to regain her good temper, which had been ruffled by his incon- siderate charge against Bell. The exhibition of such extensive powers at. eating, Bess considered a great compliment to her cooking. It soon enabled her to overlook the charge of flightiness brought against Bell. Bess's respect for James arose in proportion to the rapidity with which the victualing disappeared. The inquiries for Bell were extensive, as the party of the evening before, assembled once more around the hospitable board, presented at the regular break- fast hour under- Mrs. Mortimer's roof. But none of the inquiries were satisfied. Mrs. Mortimer herself, was ignorant of Bell's movements. "Bess, go and call Mr. Melville," said Mrs. Mor- timer. " Yis, urn," replied Bess, and she immediately left the room, Entering the parlor, she seated herself in the largest rocking-chair, and commenced one of he soliloquies. Call Misser Melville ! dat am easier sed dan dun. I'se pinyun Miss Bell wants to mind her own biz'niss fur herself. Now, s'posin' I'se fool, tells Bell's gone wid Misser Melville. Dat want do way I'se brung up, nohow. Dar! I'se bin here 'nuff to go up de stars, an' Misser Melville ain't dar." Having thus marked out her line of conduct, Bess returned to the dining-room, and reported "Misser Melville's room hain't nobody in it.' Mrs. Mortimer became satisfied that Bell had gone for a drive, in company with Melville, and thought no further of the matter. t;. _ g Y ,s ti , ,i , 4 T r ; t i n T k i ' l 336 GEOjGE MEL V IL L +' page: 338-339[View Page 338-339] GEORGE MELV1LLE. XLVII. Bell Mortamer makes' the Acquaintance of Sarah K. Grahar, Ta greeting between the doctor and Bell, upon her arrival at the city of U-, was sufficient evi- dence of old acquaintanceship. The doctor's carriage stood at the d6p6t ready to convey Bell to-the Asylum- On the way, he informed her of the revelations made by Sarah Graham, and the plans of her father. " Can Sarah be moved now ?" asked Bell. "I think she can," replied the doctor. "-I will send a physician, -however, as an escort; and my wife shall also accompany you." "When o you think we had better start " asked Bell. " That will depend entirely upon Sarah herself- Mrs. Graham arrived last night, and Sarah will not desire to leave her immediately," said the doctor. "Why not have Mrs.. Graham accompany us, and make the visit with Sarah," asked BelL "She cannot do so;, her business requires her prey; ence. She is, a milliner," said the doctor. They had now reached the Asylum. Bell was re- ceived with the utmost cordiality by the doctor's family.. Dinner over, the doctor conducted Bell to Sarah's room. He had so prepared the way, that a t 1 e GEORGE M i'LVILLE. g39 friendship soon sprang up between them. The ardu- oas duties of his post did not allow him to remain long, however pleasant his society might have proved. Bell's reception by Mrs. Graham was tinc- tured somewhat with an unnecessary restraint, caused by a difference of education and position; but Bell's frankness and cordiality of manners soon placed her at ease. Sarah had learned from her kind physician, that she ight extend her love to Bell Mortimer without fearing that the affection would be slighted, or allowed to go unappreciated. She was, therefore, prepared to open her whole heart. Bell, during the short ride with the doctor from the depot, had ob- tained the particulars of the relation Sarah stood in regard to Melville's pardon. She at once divined the reason why her father wished to cover Sarah's retreat to Aurora under a veil of secrecy. By pre- venting even the most intimate friends from a know- ledge of her place of abode, the chances for her being discovered would be lessened. Mr. Mortimer had been taught by experience the advantageof keeping. his own counsel,, and Bell knew her father. She also knew James Mordaunt,.and saw that her father took the precaution to render him powerless to effect his purpose, should he endeavor to obtain an interview with Sarah. These precautions proved to be founded in wisdom; for James Mordaunt, before his convic- tion, while his liberty balanced upon a pivot, made every effort in his power to discover Sarah. He even went so far as to visit Aurora himself, and by mak- ing inquiries among the people, and learning that a lady had been visiting at Mr. Mortimer's answering to the description of Sarah, he essayed to send a .. ;, page: 340-341[View Page 340-341] GEORGE MELVILLE. 341 GEORGE MELVILLE. _' female friend, with whom the Mortimer family were unacquainted, to call upon her. But Mr. Mortimer was too wary in his tactics to be caught., Although Sarah Graham was at the time under his roof, and he himself in New York, still Nordaunt's plans did not succeed. His friend went away allowing herself to believe that no such person was at Mr. Mortimer's residence. This little episode we put in here, although it breaks the thread of our story, merely to fill up the time while Bell Mortimer and Sarah Graham are endeavoring to make up their minds whether they can become warm friends. So far as Bell was con- cerned, the question was soon solved. Sympathy, gratitude, and a father's expressed desire, were suf- ficiently powerful persuadents. On Sarah's part, the task was more difficult. She was the recipient of favor. Her pride revolted at obligations. Bell was her superior in position, intelligence, wealth, ponor, virtue. She had lost the beauty which had been at once her pride and her ruin. Bell was radiant with that beauty which Sarah's practised. eye told her ;constituted the highest perfection of woman's attrac- tions. How, then, were two such hearts to become welded by the bonds of friendship? Sarah felt the gulf; Bell saw it. Bell determined to leap boldly across the chasm; Sarah timidly ventured to cross it, with tottering steps, upon a narrow foot-plank. But they did reach a common ground, and were joined by the holy bands of faith, hope and charity. At six o'clock r.x., George Melville drove, through Mr. Mortiner's carriage gate the fine span of bys which were the admiration and envy of half the county. "Where is Bell? Where's Bell? Where have you left Bell?" chorused a half-dozen voices at once, as he alighted and handed the reins to James. Could not possibly inform you," said Melville. I accompanied her this morning to Auburn. She took the cars for the East, and begged me to make her excuses to all whom it may concern here in this house." "But where has she gone ?" said Mrs. Edge- monte. aI can only answer that question by saying: She took the cars for the East, therefore she has gone East," said George. "That is the benefit of talking by lightning," said Mrs. Melville. "It's the telegraphic dispatch she received yester- day which has caused this mischief," said Mrs. Edgemonte. "Did she say good bye to you, Mrs. Mortimer ?" "She did not. This is the first news I have re- ceived about a telegraphic dispatch," replied Mrs. Mortimer. "I have no doubt everything is right, however. It was, doubtless, from her father or Fred ; and she could not bear the idea of waking you all up merely to say good bye. What hour did you leave Aurora, Mr. Melville ?" "It was about half-past five o'clock," replied George. Two days subsequently, the whole party broke up, finding that woman's rights did not work satisfac- I 840 i page: 342-343[View Page 342-343] 342 GEORGE MELVILLE. tqgily in the matter of country visiting. The only persons who seemed fully to enjoy themselves were William Hastings and Florence Melwood. Flo- rence's happiness, however,lasted but one day; for Mr. Hastings found it necessary to leave Aurora on the second morning after his arrival. XLVfI. The Homestead of an American Mechanic--A Propositio As has been seen, George Melville, whe returned to Aurora, on the day he drove Mi timer's bays to Auburn for the purpose of car Bell to the cars, did not arrive until about the for sunset. What should have kept him so away from his friends, so soon after his release? question certainly is, naturally suggested, a mands an answer. Upon arriving at Auburn, George drove t hotel. " Are we in time for the morning train ?" ask of the porter, who stood in waiting. "Yes, sir !" was the reply. "There's three ters of an hour before the omnibus goes to the Will you have your horses put out?" At this instant, the proprietor, who had descended from his morning toilette, came out the walk. "Good morning, Miss Mortimer? God pi Mr. Melville ! The salutation of thegnlmnl adod n he Mor- rying hour long The d de- o the :e;] he quar- i6pot. just upon rning, was GEORGE MELVILLE. 343 page: 344-345[View Page 344-345] 344 GEORGE MELVILLE. G returned by both with real pleasure, for both had felt his kindness under many circumstances. "Will you take the cars this morning ?" asked the. landlord. "Miss Mortimer will," said Melville, in reply. "We had better leave the horses to get their feed," said Melville, addressing Bell in a subdued tone. "Very well," replied Bell. "I make no objections to your arrangements." They alighted, and entered the hotel. In about half an hour, an omnibus stopped in front of the main entrance, and the porter cried out: "All aboard for the cars !" Bell and Melville took their seats in the omnibus, which conveyed them to the railroad depot in a few moments. She had not offered to inform Melville concerning her destination. She merely said that her father had telegraphed for her, and requested him to say as little as possible about her departure. He did not ask her destination. -'As soon as the cars had left the depot, Melville turned to retrace his steps to the omnibus, where. he was accosted by the machine contractor of the prison. "Good morning, Mr. Melville," said the,-con- tractor. "Good morning !" returned Melville, accepting his proffered hand. "You have left my steam-engine in the lurch, Mr. Melville," continued the contractor, with a smile. "I don't regret the step,.sir," replied Melville. "Probably not; but I regret your loss from my shop. Mr. Melville, they cannot make a fool of you longer, by asking you to dose the sick folks, and fight for or against either big or little pills. This is all a good and very necessary employment, but you have genius for a man's work. I am ready to offer you a partnership .in my contract,. or to establish with you an entirely new concern wheresoever you say locate it. My contract has three years to run,- and then I must depend on my chances for its extension. If any one bids over me, who is responsible, I lose it. What say you to adopting my profession, and letting - your M.D.,certificate hang up for your grandchildren to wonder how it ever came into the family ?" "I am entirely willing to embark in the business, - but the prison contract would not be a pleasing con- nection." "That I expected you would say, Mr. Melville. A prison contract, however, is not the only warrant of success in the business." "I am well aware of that, sir," replied IMelville. "But at present, I do not feel sufficiently a master of trade, to indulge any extended risk of capital under my direction." "I am ready to make you the following propo- sition. As soon as I can dispose of my contract here by sale, or otherwise, I will embark an equal amount of capital with you. We will then enter' the city of New York together, and establish a first class manufactory of iron works," replied the contractor. "The proposition, sir, is certainly flattering, and merits the highest consideration. I am well aware that you would incur a heavy responsibility by en- deavoring to make me equal to you as an assistantin the daily routine," said Melville. "Indeed not, Mr. Melville. I can already learn 15* A& 345 GEORGE MELVILLE. V page: 346-347[View Page 346-347] 346 GEORGE MELVILLE. of you. All may become more or less skillful- as workmen, but few have your bumps, as the phrenolo- gists say, for mechanical combination and invention," said the contractor. "Come, Melville, you have an hour or so ; let me take you to my residence, where we can talk the matter over fully and I will show you my taste in the art of living." "Very well! I know of nothing, sir, that, just now, would give me greater pleasure," said Melville. "Going up town, sir ?" said the hotel porter. "I believe not at present," said. Melville, tossing the man a small bonus. "See that the bays are well provided for." "Yes, sir," replied the porter. JMelville then joined the contractor. Their course led them first through the depot, then along a wide street, one side of which was occupied with houses of German and Irish laborers; some giving evidence of extreme poverty, while others showed thrift. The opposite side indicated more wealth. Several generous-appearing residences, surrounded with am- ple grounds and rich foliage, were unmistakable evi- dences of comfort, if not of luxury. This street was short in extent, leading east, and connecting two of the main outlets of the country travel to the city. Passing to the eastern extremity of the cross street, Melville and the contractor entered upon one of :the main outlets referred to-a broad and handsome thoroughfare, the lots on both sides being occupied with neat though not costly homesteads. The side- walks on this street were lined with beautiful trees, casting a grateful shade upon the passers-by. In a nortJerly direction, this street led up a long hill, the ascent being gentle, but, owing to the distance, the elevation was considerable. Tall and stately poplar trees stood in front of several residences, cresting the brow of the hill. Here a change of air was perceptible, there being large and beautifully ornamented gardens, open lawns, and retreats thickly studded with shrubbery. The ailanthus, horse chest- nut, flowering maple, cedar, wild cherry, spruce, and so forth, adorned the door-yards in rich profusion, while the sidewalks were planted with magnificent trees, whose branches, locked in close embrace, formed for the carriage-passers a roof of closely-matted verdure. " Here you see my place, Mr. Melville," said the contractor, pointing to a large mansion built of brick, in front of which were several stately columns, painted white and bearing the Ionic characteristics in their fluting, caps and bases. The house stood back from the road about six or eight rods. The yard surround- ing it had a front which Melville judged to measure from eighteen to twenty rods.- To the right of the building was an extensive kitchen garden, tasfefully laid out into beds, the edges of which were carefully. bordered with a light green moss. The paths between the beds, winding in a hundred graceful curves, oc- casionally being turned into sharp angles, as the beds chanced to be circular or square in form, were filled with fine gravel, through which the industrious gar- dener would not allow a single blade of green to find its way. y Several grape arbors, or summer-houses, adorned the garden; one of which showed the ehagrae- ter and employment of the owner, being very large, of beautiful 'form, and constructed entirely of iron. At intervals in the garden were beds of flowers, GEORGE MELVILLE. page: 348-349[View Page 348-349] 348 GEORGE MELVILLE. forming a beautiful dress for the substantial, such as beets, onions, cabbages, cucumbers, melons, corn, beans, early potatoes, etc., etc. At this particular season, the whole garden was adorned, with thousands of dahlia blossoms, of all shades and varieties which the most untiring industry could procure. Directly in front of the house, the yard was filled with fruit- bearing trees of the rarest kinds, interspersed occa- sionally with a beautiful evergreen. At the roots of them, and surrounding their trunks,- the tasteful gardener had patiently removed the green sward, making them to stand in diamonds, crescents, hearts, circles, etc., the earth being worked very smooth, and then covered with white sand. To give' effect to the whole, the grass was kept closely shaven. "You must have enjoyed a! view of the Elysian Fields, sir, of which I have, had a very imaginary notion until this moment," said Melville. "Kot a very close view. I am one who can ap- preciate the beauties of such a home, but not one to build it. My wife and gardener do all the planning, executing, and buying. I simply pay the -piper," said the contractor. Melville was now conducted into the house, and introduced by the contractor to his wife and daugh- ters-three additions to the programme, which Mel- ville considered clear gain. A tour of the garden was then made, which occupied a good share of the morning. In the meantime, the contractor was busily engaged perfecting his plans for Melville's considera- tion in regard to the proposed "Iron Works." The hour for dinner had arrived ere all the ar- rfngements for the plans had been perfected. After this staple meal had been accomplished, which is usually partaken of between twelve and one o'clock by the great mass of the American people, the contractor unfolded to Melville his project, present- ing him with the plan carefully put in writing. Melville's answer was frank and full- "I like the general features of the business, and have no doubt but that the details will prove both pleasurable and profitable. You shall have my an- swer in a few days. I will give it to you either per- sonally or by mail." It was now nearly half-past two o'clock, r.M. Mel- ville arose to take his departure. " My carriage will be here in a few moments, Mr. Melville. You must bid. the ladies good afternoon, and then I will drive you to the hotel." " I shall make no objections, although the walk would doubtless prove agreeable,".replied Melville. "The distance is about a miIe, sir, and you will save time by taking the carriage," replied the con- tractor. In a few moments the 'carriage arrived, and Mel~ ville accompanied his friend to the hotel. Having ordered his horses, he started once more upon the road to Aurora, where he arrived, as the reader has already learned. GEORGE MELVILLE. 349 - Al page: 350-351[View Page 350-351] 350 G GEORGE MELVILL.E3. XLIX. Trial of the Action " Wilcox against Mordaunt "-Thomas F. Griswold, Esquire, addresses the Jury-The Utica Asylum again-One of' the Biters bitten. Ors week subsequent to the departure of Bell Mortimer for the city of U-, the removal of Sarah E. Graham to Mr. Mortimer's residence in Aurora was accomplished. The fatigue of the journey was considerable for Sarah; but the change and exercise produced a salutary effect upon her health. Bell im- mediately devoted her whole time to make Sarah happy. A sister could not have shown greater sacri- fice, or more enduring attention. Each daysshe planned some excursion in which the "bays" were called into active requisition. Sarah began gradual- ly to love the hand that watched so closely for her comfort. Thus a month passed ; but ere it elapsed, Sarah had forgotten to reflect upon the idea, that she was incurring any obligation. She had been made to feel so much at home, that she had almost forgotten to brood over the past. In the meantime, J. S. Taylor, Esquire, was slowly bit steadily gaining ground in the cause instituted for the purpose of establishing the marriage of Mary Wil- cox with James Mordaunt. The time had arrived to bring the case before the courts. Every effort had had been made by Mordaunt to put off, harass and otherwise delay the' trial. On consultation with .his aunt, Mrs. Tryon, he had determined to contest the suit to the last. Should it go against him, it was merely a matter of dollars and-cents ; and, as regards character, he was already placed under three in- dictments, and consequently had nothing to lose. At length, the cause was duly noticed for trial by both parties, with a determination to abide an issue before a jury. Had the proofs been ample, Mr. Taylor would doubtless have hastened this desirable result. Considerable difficulty was raised by Mordaunt's counsel in regard to the jury. At length, the clerk' of the court announced the panel to be complete, when the judge ordered that the jury be sworn. The cause was then placed in the hands of the counsel. Mr. Thomas F. Griswold arose, and made the opening address. Said he: " May it please the court and gentlemen of the jury: " We are assembled for no ordinary purpose. The scales of justice are seldom filled with facts such as are now to be presented for your consideration. I am well aware of the high responsibility devolving upon each one engaged in the prosecution of a cause which strikes at the position, reputation, influence and purse of one who has gained, by superior talent, skill, and mental, acquirements, a hold upon the pub- lic mind, at once honorable and influent atial. It is true, circumstances have been developed, which have led the officers of justice to institute criminal proceed- ings against the defendant in this cause. This may GEORGE MELVILLE. 351 page: 352-353[View Page 352-353] 352 GEORG.E MELVILLE. have thrown around his name a taint for the time be- ing. It is my wish, and I consider it alike my duty, to endeavor to disabuse your minds of every feeling against the defendant on this account. Let him stand before your judgments as one who is pure. Let him fall from that high position, as regards your ver- dict in this action, only so far and so fast as the prose- cution shall develop iniquity, wrong and villainy, per- petrated by him upon her who sits at my side, asking that truth, and truth-alone may sway you. A few years since, a widowed mother possessed a beloved child. The mother's hopes and anticipations for that daughter were co-eqal with her health, bloom, industry, and intellectual promise, which loving friends and fond relatives freely discerned and proudly acknowledged. The destroyer came. Within a few short months, the fond mother's heart was turned to sorrow ; friends were made to point the finger of scorn at the daughter. She who sits at my side, lay. in the dust, stricken down and crushed in the morning of life. Up to this hour, no relenting thought has found its note of sympathy for the broken spirit. But .he, thus crushed, comes not before you in the attitude of criminality. So far as her acts are part of this history, she stands before you pure and spotless as the gentle rays of the evening twilight, a true and faithful wife. Such is a general picture of the case without relating the facts. As the cause shall be developed, you will be asked to determine the following series of events." We cannot pursue Mr. Griswold's opening address farther; nor is it necessary, as the remainder was a simple statement of the facts already known to the reader. Nor is it necessary to pursue the history of the trial, as the records of the court-room are notoriously so voluminous, that they would be out of position in these pages. Should any of our readers desire the records, doubtless the clerk of the county of New York will allow access to them, if they were put on file in his office, as they ought to have been. The trial of the cause lasted four days. It resulted, as has already appeared, in the complete vindication of Mary Wilcox's reputation ; and. gave her the right to assume the name of Mordaunt. A subse- quent action for divorce resulted in freeing Mary from Mordaunt, and setting apart for her a comfort- able support ; also, granting her the right to marry again. This act of justice was a severe stroke against the pride of Mrs. Tryon. Her interests and reputation were so identified with her nephew, .that she felt, perhaps keener than he, the disgrace attached to the verdict. The defeat had also lost to James Mordaunt much of his aunt's confidence in his skill. She was a woman who judged by results. This state of tran- sition against her nephew, led Mrs. Tryon to fear a similar issue in regard to the pending criminal pro- ceedings. Should James Mordaurnt be convicted, and stand before the world a condemned felon, then earth had no more comfort for her. Mrs. Tryon was only one of the thousand, who regard that success justifies the means, covering up terrible sins. Already her health. had suffered by a life of New York dissipation. In flesh, she had lost many pounds, and her spirits sank fast under the influences of a guilty conscience, abridged ambition, and a sinking GEORGE MELVILLE. 353 page: 354-355[View Page 354-355] 354 GEORGE MELVILLE. GEORaE MELVILLE. 355 constitution. Two months subsequently, she lay upon a bed, burning with fever, and the terrible gulf which separates man from his God seemed clearly visible. In two days she lost her reason.; but the hot fever raged on. Upon the tenth day, her physician thought he witnessed a change. His keen eye also saw that, although Mrs. Tryon might regain her strength, she would be a maniac. His fears proved to be too well founded. Two months from that time, James Mor-. daunt's aunt occupied, in advance of her nephew's conviction and sentence to the State prison, the iden- tical room in the State Asylum which had so long been the h( me of Sarah E. Graham. a L. Death of a New York City Policeman-A Trial, Sentence, and Exe- cution--Ought Governors to hold the pardoning Power? THiE arrest of Robert Shank was made in the night- time. ie was taken with considerable difficulty. When the officer received Chief MI's telegraphic dispatch, Shank was in a gambling-house on Broad way. The approach of the police was discovered, and all in the house at the time endeavored to make their escape. By accident, one of the police, after all hopes of making the arrest that night seemed lost, chanced to walk through Canal street from Broad- way, into Mercer street. Opposite a lamp-post, he saw a man, apparently endeavoring to read the hour from his watch. Closely scanning his features, he recognized the very game he sought. Immedia . giving a signal for assistance, he seized him by the arm, saying- "Robert Shank, you are my prisoner." Shank aimed a, blow at the officer, which was successfully parried. A trial of strength ensued, in which Shank drew a knife and succeeded in infliet- ing a dangerous wound upon the officer's left breast. The wounded man fell heavily to the ground; but, not relaxing his hold, Shank was drawn down with him. page: 356-357[View Page 356-357] 356 GEORGE MELVILL K' GEORGE MELVILL E. .- 357 As he was about to inflict a second blow upon the fallen policeman, his arm was rendered powerless by a well-directed blow given by a policeman, who' had answered the signal. Shank. felt himself seized by a second assailant. Mustering all his strength, he made one more effort to effectlis escape. In this he would have succeeded, but for the unflinching cou- rage of the wounded officer, who, having. grasped his legs with both arms, held him, as the event proved, with the death grasp. This enabled the second offi- cer to aim a blow at Shank which, for the instant, rendered him powerless. Taking a cord from his pocket, he succeeded in binding Shank's arms behind his back, before he revived from the effects of the blow. Several other officers now reached thescene of action, when Shank was fully secured. His knife was picked up, reeking with blood. Before assist- ancecould be procured for the wounded policeman, he breathed his last. Shank was immediately con- veyed to the Tombs.* The wheels of justice, when money is freely used to ,b, k them, turn slowly, and, too often, crazily. ithstanding the clear evidence which marked k for the gallows, still, nearly ten months had elapsed from the time he killed the policeman before he was adjudged to die. On the thirtieth day of June, he was brought into court to receive his sen- tence. The case had not failed to excite considerable interest, as all actions on behalf of the people, in- volving the penalty of death, usually do. In conse- quence, the court-room was filled. At ten o'clock in * "Tombs," is a nickname bestowed upon one of the New York city jails. the morning, the prisoner was led into the room. Every eye was instantly turned upon him. He walked erect and firmly, looking over the assembled hundreds, with a careless, but unflinching glance; A close observer, however, might have detected in his eye, regret. Whether it was a regret which pro- ceeded from fear of death, aroused by a guilty con- science, or a regret dt not being permitted to prey longer upon honest people, it was impossible to de- cide. While the prisoner was being led to a seat by his counsel, a buzz ran over the audience, caused by a general movement to obtain a better view of him. At length, the court crier rapped several times upon his desk, when instantly a solemn stillness per- vaded the audience. Every breath was held, and every ear eagerly opened to catch each word of the presiding justice. He thus addressed the guilty wretch before him. "Robert Shank, stand up." The prisoner arose. Qnce more, a general buzz ran over the audience, which was immediately suc- ceeded by a silence as of the grave. The judge, whose benevolent countenance sho* plainly how sincerely he shrank from the sole duty which devolved upon him, then delivered the following address to the prisoner: "Prisoner at the bar! you stand before this court convicted of the crime of murder, the highest offence known against human law. Your conviction has been the result of an earnest, careful, and solemn discharge of duty. That duty has been unsought by the men who have sealed your doom. In making up their verdict, your jury have been assisted by the page: 358-359[View Page 358-359] 158 GEORGE MELVILLE efforts of wise counsels and earnest appeals both pn your behalf and for the measure of justice. The doubt, which the law, with her ready protection, throws around the life and liberty of .every citizen, has, by their verdict, been, taken from your brow. In its place, there is stamped upon it, in plain charac- ters, the terrible word 'murderer.' See to it, ere the short time shall elapse which the court, for your own sake, has determined to add to your life, that this terrible word does not become stamped in inef- faceable characters upon your soul. The facts of your crime are peculiar. While the hand of justice was being laid upon your arm, calling you to an ac- count for'the life of oneonce a herald of God's truth to man, and for the taking of whose life you would have been brought to trial, had the result of the pre- sent action been different; with the knowledge of your crimes, or your innocence, you struck down a fellow-being, who had warned you that his purpose was commanded by duty. Innocence seldom feareth the inquiry of justice, however searching. Con- scious guilt is sure to plan and quick to execute addi- t' nal crime. The verdict of your jury, while it con- sffns your body to a felon's death, also gives public opinion the right to look to you for a solution of the doubt which yet hangs over the memory of your sup- posed victim, Rev. John Furnace. See to it, as you endeavor to make your peace with heaven, that you hesitate long to approach that grave which separates all mankind from the Great Judge, without removing so much of your guilt as confession and repentance, handmaids of Truth, can wash from your soul. "Robert Shank, have you anything to say why I thy sentence of the law should not now be pro- nounced against you?" The large audience waited in breathless silence to catch the prisoner's reply. It was very evident that the address of the judge, so entirely unexpected by the prisoner, as well as by the audience, had been carefully listened to and duly weighed by the guilty inan. But one thing prevented him from making a full confession upon the spot-the fear that he should implicate Mordaunt. After waiting a few moments, he replied: "Nothing, sir." The justice then, taking up a piece of paper, con- tinued: "Robert Shank, you have been tried and convicted of the crime of murder, by a jury of your country- men, for the killing of John Peabody. It remains for this court to pass upon you the sentence of the law, in such cases made and provided. It is, that you be taken from this room back to the confinement from whence you came; that you be there kept until the 16th day of August, proximo; that on that day, between the hours of eight o'clock, A.., and six o'clock, P.M., you be hanged by the neck until dead. And may God have mercy upon your soul." * * * * * * . On the sixth day of August, subsequent to receiv- ing his sentence, Shank sent a request for his counsel to visit him, in company with a young clergyman to whom he had become very much attached, and who, in view of the awful doom which awaited Shank, had been very attentive to him. On that day he made a full confession of his GEORC#E MELVILLE,. 359" page: 360-361[View Page 360-361] enis Th oowigday, J^es}Is[ rdaunt.,. t3ak },=p hi:Ft ng paper,readafulccoynt of the m :rde. 'J -urnaceandth part which , , . . t { MY[faccont o hs onecio wth' the ~$ocety ~ he ]&vr Laitful" Teeader, possi-. l~y in~ e smehat surprised atthiscourse itwibg o dec raymerit in. te.xepentance ofznam ~deeelinme as wag Shank, There are ohe ~ ~tnd read to throw the ma tied o -hriy ~r~vthe ~reateat wickednes where threexst ~easnbl ope thtrue rpentance wrti hi mptn1aguo rth fithul youm mnite o Gd' wrd thn hydi pren an wulda echebut for the way the coneniti~ pracher tlked to him." Oii e teth da of August, Shank as, exe- cutd.A i ghI power alone can gy wetherthe.- ~a ws ca~dd n isdom which aministee capi- ~4iuismetin acse o uc palpable epetace asw~ hs2 I heviewo death, heanade full on- fe&u an.wthout thought of areprieve. hy shul ~uthmn law del with fakcession ~f rieon th esame picil which underlie the divne i~w~ hy i sueh cases, should there not puihment s o es in somie@ stances nes- sary hu shtil no th huan awgverhoI~ 'ut GEORGE MELVILLE. 361 inducements to procure confessions similar to those offered by the Holy Law Giver? Would not the certain fear of the convicted felon's confession, for the sake of commutation of sentence, stand as a pow- erful preventive of banded villainy ? This view may be wrong. Heaven's statute law, however,is founded upon it, so far as the doctrines of confession and re- pentance militate. James Mordaunt, it will be remembered, was sen- tenced to five years at hard labor in the State prison. Ie was taken to the Sing Sing prison, which is located in the village of Sing Sing, on the eastern banks of the Hudson, a little more than thirty miles from New York. He remained there but six months. Through the interest of Mr. Mortimer, exerted in his behalf; he was made the book-keeper of the prison-- an occupation which relieved him from the hard labor, contemplated by the letter of the law; and we doubt very much whether it carried out the spirt thereof. At the expiration of six months, the Sing Sing prison having become hyper-surfeited with convicts, he, in common with nineteen others, was removed to the Auburn prison. At Auburn he obtained little sympathy. There George Melville was known; and the man who had imprisoned him, with whom the relations of friendship as well as com- mon humanity, ought to have proved sufficient to prevent the crime, found no favor at the hands of the- keepers. "Where shall James Mordaunt be put ?" asked the clerk, as the agent entered the office. "He has no trade." "Mordaunt," said the agent, "would you not pre- 16 page: 362-363[View Page 362-363] 362 GEORGE MELVILLE. fer shoemaking to weaving? Perhaps you would like George Melville's place Yes, that's just where you shall go.. The machine shop. Who knows but what, when your time is out, you may want a job of George Melville?$ Be industrious, Mordaunt, and we will make a good mechanic of you." Mordaunt, had. he dared, could have stricken the agent to the ground ; but he concluded, very wisely, to use discretion under the circumstances. The agent was up to his word. To the machine siop Mordaunt went. He failed to carry there any natural mechanical ability. During the time of, his service as a .convict, he wasconsidered a drone in the hive. We leave him for a while to regret the bitter fate he ha4 !dealt out so readily for a base revenge, and which had recoiled so significantly. LI. The Island Martha's Vineyard. "Ma. MEvnim," asked Bell, as, standing against the railing which surrounded the top of the tower, she stretched forth her snow-white arm eastward, " Mr. Melville, I recognize that tall tree in yonder, collection of houses as the celebrated elm you have been describing." "Yes, Miss Mortimer, that is the celebrated, I should say distinguished, elm of Pittsfield, Massa- chusetts," replied Melville. "And what is that tall mountain in the north I" asked Bell? "Saddle-back Mountain., William's College lies at its. feet," was the reply. '" Here, at the south, you have the Hancock Shakers, a peculiar sect of deluded religionists, industrious as they are neat, honest, and exclusive. To the west, is Kinderhook; and those moving columns of smoke are .made by the steam- boats ploughing the noble Hudson. If it were not for the intervening hils, we could easily discern Albany, the capital of the great Empire State."' "Mrs. Melwood, where did you leave mother ?" asked Bell. "With Frederick. She concluded the effort to. GEORGE' MEL VIT.LE.- 1 363 ' page: 364-365[View Page 364-365] GEORGE MELVILLE. GEORGE- MELVILLE. 365 walk to the "tower" was too much for her strength; the: horses, she declared, should not come. They will wait for us at the Mountain House." Mrs. Mortimer, accompanied by Bell and Frede- rick, had just been on a jaunt to the Island Mar- tha's Vineyard for the purpose of returning the visits made them by Mr. and Mrs. Melville, at Aurora. it has already appeared that Edgartown was the home of George Melville. Edgartown occupies a lovely spot on this western hemisphere. There is an ofd tradition surrounding the Island Maitha's Vine- yd.: -Why it should not be entitled to credit we cannot perceive. Certain are we, the romance of truth surpasses. any creations of the imagination. There being real romance in this tradition, we are strongly inclined to believe in its truth. As the story is handed down, a celebrated Indian chieftain owned two islands, situated southeast of the State called Massachusetts, and now forming a part there- of. This chieftain had two daughters. Soon after. the landing of the Pilgrims at Plymouth Rock, these islands werevisited by the whites. . They were dally received by the Indian warrior, and hospi- tablentertained. In cowmrse of tine, a strong friend-. .p arose between;the whites and the old chieftain, whichled to yearly interchanges of visits. As his daughters grew xp they were christened by their htefriends, additionalstheir Indian titles, Martha d Nancy. Finally, the ald chieftain, brought down by the atd.of disease, felt his end approaching. Calling.his daughters, he said, using the broken Eng- lish which he had learned, and which he always spoke with evident pride- Nancy-Martha-me old; me go to the happy hunting grounds. Me no leave you look up to me, and say, which island- mine? Me say, you know now which have. Nan, you old; choose ! Martha, you young; have other !" Nancy being thus commanded by the dying chief selected for her inheritance the island now known as Nantucket, so called because "Nan took it." Martha received the other, which has ever since borne her name, being known as the island "Martha's Vine- yard." A summer jaunt to these islands is full of interest, involving, as-At does, someof the grandest water scenery on the American continent. They are peo- pled by a race of bold mariners. Every two men out of three of the inhabitants bear'the' title "captain" as an honorable handle to their names. The shores of the islands are washed by the waves of old Ocean. Forever the rolling surf has been singing its mourn- ful requiem where are new the graves of the old chieftain's daughters. As the "Eagle's Wing "- bears us away from- the Vineyard, we offer the following tribute to the gentle Indian Martha, who yet hovers over the grave of her once mortal self, now a SPIRIT OF THE ISL. D HOME. Oh, farewelli dear art, weseyeri On the foaming seas I roam; 'Midst the storm, forget thee? never- Spirit of thine Island Rome!'- * "Eagle's Wing" is the name of a small steamboat, plying between Martha's Vineyard and the continent. . 1 page: 366-367[View Page 366-367] 366 GEORGE MELVILLE. GFlORGE . MEL VILLE. 367 O'er the main, the wild waves dashing, Soon will kiss our bold ship's keel; Seek them, love, in moon-beams flashing; On the beach by moonlight steal. Speak thy fears ! dear hearthey'll listen, ildly breaking on the shore;- Flash on flash, with light they'll glisten, Whisp'ring, as they cease to roar, "Spirit-forn,"so graceful bending, Fairest of the sca-clad isle, To thy Ups one heard is sending Kisses pure, by us the while." Darkest night ! no moon, or star-bean Gather softly in mine eye :- On the deep-hath death's cold glare-bean Come to light my latest sigh? Spirit form, so graceful bending, Fairest of the sea-clad isle, For thy heart, that sigh is blending Purest love with Heaven's smile. Such was the " Island Home," where George Mel- le's father, in the village of Edgartown, had estar blished his summer residence. It was a beautiful home uniting the pleasures of a country life, the lux- uries of both foreign and inland commerce, turned towards the island by the" Eagle's Wing," and a rich supply of unadulter4ed-sea-breezes., "Really, Geotge , -id Bell Mortimer, as together they promenaded teljd of the little steamer, "your summer homes agerof rare selection." "Rather say, needsto b studded withagem of rare selection," replied George Melille he ardent gaze whichaccompanied this compli- iuent, rather than the compliment itself, caused Bell's pulse to beat more quickly. The hand which she rested upon his arma, began to tremble. Withdraw- ing it, she, replied " George, the diamond never becomes dimmed. Time holds no poison with which to change its bril- liant lustre. It" is not for me to become a gem in your home." "Bell, then you shall become a tree in my garden." "A tree ?" said Bell. "Why a tree ?" "Listen to Allan Ramsay," replied George. " See yon twa elms that grow up side by side- Supposethem, some years syne, bridegroom and bride; Nearer and nearer ilka year they've prest, 'Till wide their spreading branches are increast, And in their mixture now are fully blest. This shields the other frae the eastlin blast, That in return defends it frae the west. Sic as stand single,---a state sae liked by you ! Beneath ilk storm-frae every airth maun bow.'" "Let me be a tree, dear George--not a gem," said Bell. "A tree of heaven ! so you will become,"said George, taking Bell's "hand, and drawing it gently within his arm. It was not, relinquished until his warm pressure was returned by:the slight trembling which spoke a clear response his last sentiment; The boat was gradu " iearingthe city of New Bedford. So man t f interest presented themselves, that Melville was soox engaged"in the pleasing task of pointiza g them out for Bell's infor- mation. . The:party on the boat.was the same with which -;( page: 368-369[View Page 368-369] 368 GEORGE MELVILLE. GEORGE MELVILLE+. 869 the reader has, met, on " Tower Mountain." Mrs. Meiwood and her-daughter had accepted Mrs. Morti- mer's urgent invitation, to visit Aurora. By particu- lar request of George Melville, the. party first went to Boston, and from thence to Pittsfield,. where George desired to renew some of his old associations as a medical student. At Albany, George left the party, and took the cars for New York, where now an equal partner with Mr. James Carter, his friend the contractor, of Auburn memory, he stood at the head of one of the most extensive "iron works " in the United States. Al- ready he had succeeded in planning, and his establish- ment had executed the plans, Which had given to American steam navigation a rank equal with the world. He was quoted as an authority by the enter- prising capitalists, who sought to compete with Eng- lish progress, for his name stood high upon the list of American mechanics. Already it was spoken with pride, whenever the comparative merits of American and foreign mechanical inventors formed the theme of social converse. Sunda -school in Prison--The Chaplain and his Conviet Congregation ---A Convict who had well earned his position refiedts-Two Deaths. In is a Sabbath-day morning ; the streets -of the city of Auburn give token of the solemn respect which the great American heart pays to the day of sacred rest. The distant church-clock strikes eight. Coming from different parts of the, city, a number - of young men have been gradually approaching the central entrance of the state prison. The ponderous gate slowly yields to the continued pressure of the gate-keeper. Let us enter in company with the band of young men, and note their object. It is neither our purpose, nor have we the inclination, to accept the invitation extended, to join in the duties of the' morning hour. To become a successful and efficient Sunday-school teacher, requires early training and large experience. He who would follow in the foot- steps of Robert Raikes, of "Meii England,"must be- come "wise as the serpen, adiarmless as thdove." We have entered isn chapel, which the reader will doubtlessareiember, having visited it once before. Those convicts who elect tojoin the Sunday-school, have been taken from their cells, and are assembled in the chapel. The object which has 16* page: 370-371[View Page 370-371] 87TO GEORGE MELVILLE GEORGE MELVXLLE. 371 caused the visit to the prison of so many young men is now apparent. They have come to assist the con- victs in their efforts to study the Holy Scriptures. "Attendance upon the Sunday-school," said one of the keepers present, answering our inquiry, "is not compulsory." Among the several classes, we approach one, the members of which appear unusually interested in the conversation of the teacher. To our astQnish- ment, we recognize, as the convict apparently most interested in the exercises, James Mordaunt. Our knowledge of the man, and his earnest interest in subjects so foreign to our appreciation of him, do not harmpize. And yet, evidently, this must be the feeIg awakenedin the breast of every casual visitor to such a Sunday-school, who recognizes an acquaint- ance among theconvicts. The remaining half hour is full of interest, espe- cially as devoted to speculations in regard to James Mordaunt.- We are informed by one of the keepers that Mordaunt only joined the Sunday-school a few weeks since..- Many of the convicts," said the keeper, "attend Sunday-school to pass away the time. It is better than staying shut up in a cell. I guess Mordatnt don't care much about the religious part. He's been pretty regular, though, since the first week in last month." When does the regularsservice commence ?" "Pretty ,oon, now," answered thekeeper. The bell of the prison, a short time after, was rung, anniouning the hour for morning service. In aphort time, the measured tread of the convicts, marching in columns, by companies, was heard upon the stair- case leading to the chapel. When the convicts had been seated, between fifty and sixty visitors were admitted.. The audience now consisted of about seven hundred convicts, thirty to forty keepers, and nearly a hundred visitors; about half of the latter being ladies. The exercises were commenced by a short, earnest prayer, spoken by the chaplain. This was followed by the reading of a selection from the Holy Scriptures. To our surprise, the clergyman, taking up a hymn- book, gave out, and read the following hymn: "0 sinner, bring not tears alone, Or outward form of prayer;- But let it in thy heart be known That penitence is there. " To smite the breast, the clothes to rend, God asketh not of thee: Thy secret soul he bids thee bend In true humility. "Oh, let us then, with heartfelt grief, Draw near unto our God, And pray to him to grant relief And stay the lifted rod. "O righteous Judge, if thou wilt deign, To grant us what we need, We pray for time to turn again And grace to turn indeed. During the reading of! the hymn, a problem of no little difficulty has arisen! Who is to do the sing- ing ? This difficulty is overcome, if not :in a style entirely scholastic, in a manner admirably aj ros priate to the time, place, and occasion. Far to the 4 page: 372-373[View Page 372-373] 3'72 GEORGE MELVILLE. left, in the southwestern corner of the chapel, about twenty convicts arise; one, evidently the leader, or chorister, sounding his tuning fork, gives the- pitch to his choir. Expectation, being so emphatically at a ow ebia, the convict-choir commence their effort toy.at well their part, under fair auspices. Some of "the harmony is new;j but, you have listened to such- newness, so often, under circumstances of greater pretence, that criticism dare'not exercise herself. Gradually, the sentiment of the hymn, touching a chord in your own breast, dissipates the curiosity aroused, and awakens a full appreci- ation of the beautiful truth so clearly made manifest. "Heaven's joy is greatest when the vilest sinner repents." -This appreciation growing stronger, the heart joins in the prayer of the concluding stanza, with earnest humility. A prayer; another hymn; sermon; a concluding prayer and hymn, and then the heartfelt benediction of the worthy man of God. Y THE GRACE OF OUR LORD JEsUs OmCHsT REST tOx II}'ABIDE WITH YOU FOREVER. AMEN. Th1 ±$evice has ended. You have admired the preacher's style; felt his earnestness; been instructed by his wisdom, and now desire to know him. To what denomination of Christians does'the chaplain belong ?" "The Methodist," replied the keeper. "Is it possible to make his acquaintance to-day, sit?" "I think not. He sometimes devotes his time to. visiting the convicts in their cells. I think he i. teds doing so this morning," replied the keeper. There being nothing farther to warrant visitors 'in prolonging their stay, you retire from the prison.. The bells of the city churches are now ringing forth a solemn peal, calling upon all of the inhabitants to go up unto the houses of God for the morning ser- vice. There is held.usually but one service in this prison. The convicts occupy the remainder of the day in their cells. Books, of a religious character only, are furnished to all who desire them, from the State li- brary, attached to the prison, of which the chaplain is the regular librarian. The man of God, who has received for his flock a convict parish-can scarcely be placed in a position of greater responsibility. The comparative results of different workers in such an institution show, as clearly as the full corn in the ear,. when the field is ,ripe for the harvest. There are few places where the triumphs of revealed truth are more effee- tually or more satisfactorily exhibited, nor are the in- stances of rare occurrence. James ordaunt, after the noon meal, retired into' his narrow cell, bearing in his hand a copy of'Bun- yan's Pilgrim's Progress. The pages were carefully read, and the rich fountain of truth, so beautifully adorned, proved to be an oasis upon the desert. The hours passed rapidly away,until the gathering darkness prevented him from longer distinguishing the letters. An hour later, Mordaunt's cell was complete dark- ened. The limits. of his walk were bounded by three short paces from west to east, by one from north to south, while with the hand he could strike the ceil- ing above his head without effort. To gather in the rays from a distant lamp, designed to light the patrol, he was compelled to assume a stooping posture, and ' ° GEORGE MIELVILLE. page: 374-375[View Page 374-375] 374 - GEORGE MELVILLE. GEORGE MELVILLE. 375 place a single eye at a grating, of which the inter- spaces were about one inch, by three halves of an inch square. The book had long since been, of necessity, relin- qiihed Hour after hour of the solemn night had p ed away. Still James Mordaunt heeded not the sal ir eot upon which he nightly slept. Thought was thoiusy. Remorse had begun to claim his flesh. A convict's fare and a convict's habits of life were not responsible for the failing health. Three years had passed by, during which time the proud and haughty villain, aided by the sophistries that so surely turn wisdom into foolishness, had quieted conscience by exaggerated pictures; fancy, for truth; revenge for honest determination; the desire to possess one who had crossed his self-esteem by refusing his hand, for unselfish affection. But now, nighttime and daytime were hours for the seeds of remorse to germinate. Already unseen, they had sprouted from a thousand parts of his flesh, and sapped,,it up in their slow but steady growth. " Remorse !" uttered the miserable man, as he mad- ly struck his brow, beneath which an over-heated brain was toiling. "Remorse I" echoed the sharp stings of a con- science at last awakened to a sense of guilt. Morning came ; but when the prison bell called the.convicts from their cells, Mordaunt heard it not. A short time after his condition became known, he was visited by the agent, who ordered four convicts to his cell, accompanied by a keeper, and bearing a litter. Upon this he was immediately removed to the hospital. At nine o'clock, the physician of the prison arrived. Upon due examination, he pro- nounced Mordaunt's disease to be typhus fever. When the clerk of the prison learned this fact, he communicated it to Mr. Mortimer by letter. That gentleman determined to respond to the clerk'slet- ter by making Mordaunt a visit. He arrived at;Au- burn three days after the receipt of the letter, which had found him in New York. " Good morning, Mr. Mortimer," said the clerk, as that gentleman entered his office at the prison. "You have called in consequence of my letter." "How is Mordaunt ?" said Mr. Mortimer. "No better," replied clerk. "The opinion pre- vails that he cannot survive." "Has he any idea of this- himself ?" asked Mr. Mortimer. "Yes, sir. He has asked to see Sarah E. Graham. By the advice of the physician, she has been notified of his wish. She will, doubtless, arrive this after- noon, or to-morrow morning, if able to come. She is now with her mother. He has also expressed a de- sire to see Mary Wilcox and his daughter." "Then he has acknowledged them at last," said Mr. Mortimer. "Yes; and evidently some powerful motive has led to this result," said the clerk. "What is the matter with him?" asked Mr. Mor- timer. "Typhus fever,"-said the clerk. "How is he this morning ?" said Mr. Mortimer. "Out of his head," replied the clerk. "He became flighty, yesterday morning, and has been growing wrse. This morning he is completely prostrated; page: 376-377[View Page 376-377] 376 GEORGE MELVILLE. ix seems to recognize no one. The hospital physician has invited a council of the city physicians, which is to convene in about half an hour." "I am glad he has acknowledged that Mary Wil- coe was his wife. That act of justice, although it has come at the eleventh hour, will give great pleasure to Mary," said Mr. Mortimer. The council of physicians assembled soon after, and Mr. Mortimer was invited to be present. It was - the general opinion that he could not survive. On the subseqent day, Sarah E. Graham arrived, accom- panied by her mother. By the kindness of the agent, they were permitted. to occupy a place within the prison, in his own family.. Owing to Mordaunt's critical position, a separate room had been assigned to him. Upon receiving news of his sickness, and the de- sire he had expressed, Mary Wilcox did not hesitate to accompany her uncle, Captain Joseph Horton, to' Auburn. She arrived two days after Sarah Graham. There had been no change for 'the better. Up to . this time, Mordaunt had been entirely unconscious of the presence of any one in his room. The tears of Sarah fell thick and fast. as she entered the presence of one whom she had never ceased en- tirely to look upon with affection. But Sarah was now, actuated through other feelings than those inspired by regret at .his bodily sufferings. The idea that James Mordaunt was apparently- about to die, with the weight of sin upon his soul unremoved by any sign or token of repentance, was the moving cause, of her anguish. Sarah Graham had joined the pure of heart in this world of trial, and had devoted hey life to acts of kindness and benevolence. How ar- dently she offered up her secret prayer that reason might:return to James Mordaunt, if but for one sin- gle hour ! In this prayer she was joined by Mary Wilcox, who, since her divorce had dropped the name of Mordaunt. Notwithstanding the earnest appeals of Mary and Sarah, James Mordaunt was not permitted again to commune with his victims. On the eleventh daysfrom the time he was first'attacked, he expired. His last few moments were full of terrible agony. When every one present had supposed that he was gone, his body suddenly became gifted with a supernatural energy. He rose in bed, and opened his eyes, and in a loud voice, like the commander .upon the battle-field, said- " Brandy 1' Instantly a goblet of brandy was offered to him, of which he quickly and nervously drank. Then, look- ing fiercely upon those gathered around his bed, he spoke again with renewed energy: Is there a place called hell? Then I go there !" A cold shiver ran over his frame. Once more he gasped for breath. The sudden flush which had accompanied this spasmodic strength as suddenly de- parted. Sinking again upon his pillow, a terrible tremor shook his frame, communicating with they bedstead and the room. Once more he gasped for breath ; but it wasa last effort. Death put an end to his bodily sufferings. The spirit had gone before- another tribunal. Was it that of an offended God?$ - * * * - * * * Mr. Mortinier had the corpse removed to New York, and placed in Mrs. Tryon's family vault. GEORGE MELPILLE. 37fi page: 378-379[View Page 378-379] 378 GEORGE MELVILL . Six months subsequently, Mrs. Tryon followed upon the same path, to that " Bourn from whence no traveller returns." She died a raving maniac in the lunatic asylum. Mary Mordaunt, while thus a little girl, became the sole heiress both to her father's estate and Mrs. Tryon's. Together, they amounted to nearly half a million. An attempt was made by some of the re- mote heirs to interrupt Mary Mordaunt's inheritance. It was never brought-to trial. GEORGE MELVILI E. 3 LIII. A Wedding-Wedding Tour-Conclusion. LAws, suz! never did see sich nobody knowin' nothin' sence I'se born. It's Bess here, an' Bess thar, an' Bess ! Bess 1" " Bess," said James. "Git eout! now, jest, you 'tend to your own bizness. I'se 'bout tired ov this ere doin's." " Bess, Bess," said Frederick Mortimer. "Yis, sir," said Bess,. as mildly as a kitten. "What Misser Frederick want " "Bell desires-your presence up stairs immediately," "Bess," said Mrs. Mortimer, "there will be four more at dinner to-day." "Yis 'um," said Bess, nearly in despair. "Bess," said Mr. Mortimer, "five large glasses in the study, and a bottle of the brown sherry. Some ice, lemon, and sugar. Mr. Mortimer, although a temperate man, prided himself upon his home-made sherry cobblers. Bess now woke up to the demands made upon her. In a few moments she had marshalled the servants of the house, who were all amenable to her, and had given to each their directions. Out of the chaos, she soon brought order. S page: 380-381[View Page 380-381] 880 GEORGE MELvILLE. GEORGE MELVILLE. . 381 "Wal, now," said Bess, "it's good this, marryin' don't come only once in a family." Bess evidently judged all families by Mr. Morti- mer's; and in so doing, failed to remember that some young ladies were blessed with rare gems in the shape of lovely, and often lovelier sisters. However, in this remark, Bess was sincere. She really be- lieved marryingn only came once in a family." In due time, the dinner-party was fully arranged. And a grand affair Bess had determined it should be, "All out o' kompulment to Miss Bell Mortiner, she'd trotted on hur knee, she had." And a grand affair it was. For the past three hours, Mr. and Mrs. Mortimer, Mr. and Mrs. Melville, and 2Mr. and Mrs. George Melville, had been receiving the congratula- tions of half the county of Cayuga, besides all of Aurora, from the highest to the lowest in the scale of fortune; for Hon. B. F. Mortimer, like the good olden gentlemen, a race which will never become extinct in rural America, shook a man's hand for his mental and moral. worth, not for his cloth ; and, kissed a lass for her rich, sunny smile, rosy cheeks, laughing eyes, and guileless heart, not for her furbelows and flounces. But now, the more select family dinner-party was at hand. Around this board was gathered all the. relatives and bosom friends of the Mortiner family, a goodly host. Among the number who belonged to ;the Melville party, were Mr. Wilham Hastings ard his lovely bride Florence,,who looked upon the company assembled but one short week a wife. The A adding of George Melville and Bell Mortim taken place that morning at Mr. Mortimer silence. The ceremony was conducted by an octo- genarian; one who had performed a like duty I for Bell's parents; one who had planted' the Standard of the Cross in the wilderness, and under the Old School Presbyterian form of religious faith, had fought a good 'fight and almost finished his course. As George and Bell knelt to receive the blessing, his' withered hands, as they were gently laid upon their foreheads, trembled with age; the eye, as it was upturned to Heaven, suffused with a tear, but it was he teardrop of a bright vision of the glorious home .waiting him.. May the choicest blessings of the all-wise Crea- eor follow upon the pathway of thee and thine! Grant, oh most High, that as these thy servants shall remember from whence flow all earthly blessings, so peace, plenty, happiness, and bright immortality, shall be vouchsafed unto them." Such were the concluding words, uttered in tremu- lous accents, which testified before men that George Melville and Bell Mortimer were united in hand, as they had long been in heart. At five o'clock that afternoon, the wedding-party started for Auburn. There they took the evening train eastward. The party consisted of George Melville and his lovely bride, Mr. and Mrs. Edge- monte, Mr. James H. Griswold, Thomas F. Griswold and wife, Mr. and Mrs. William Hastings, Miss Mary Melville, and Frederick Mortimer. It had been determined that the whole party should make a hasty trip to the points of prominent interest in Europe. On the morning succeeding page: 382-383[View Page 382-383] 382 GEORGE MELVILLE. their. arrival at New York, Mr. William Hastings, accompanied by Mr. Frederick Mortimer, while passing down Broadway for the purpose of visiting the ticket office of the principal line of American ocean steamers, was accosted by a gentleman, evi- dently an old acquaintance. "Ali! Mr. Hastings! Good morning," said the gentleman. "Good morning," returned Hastings, with a smile of pleasure. " I perceive by the marriage lists, Mr. Hastings, that you are no longer a free man in this great Republic." "The. marriage lists, my dear sir, tell a truthful tale," returned Hastings. "What.is to become of your business matters ?" " Oh, they must jog on without reins for a few months, while I take a short respite in Europe," said Hastings. "Then, you must allow me the pleasure of present- ing you with a free pass to and from Liverpool on my line of steamers, as you are, doubtless, aware one of them is the first to sail. No words, sir. It is my bridal present to the lovely Mrs. Hastings, upon whom I shall make it my duty, privilege, etc., to call this afternoon. Where is she holding levee ?" "At the St. Nicholas Hotel; but I cannot allow you to call upon her alone." "Afraid to trust the new wife with an old friend' who might be your -father? Hastings! Hastings 1" "NQ, no ! not that, my dear sir. You are too fast. You will find a large party at the hotel, all looking eastward across the Atlantic." "Who are they, sir ?" inquired the gentleman. " Mr. and Mrs. Edgemonte," said Hastings. "Ain't afraid to face them. Edgemonte is an honest man, and his wife-never mind. I knew her at sixteen." " Mr. James H. Griswold," continued Hastings. "Has the best credit of any merchant in New York. Catfish: Railroad stock came out all right. Is worth half a million, and lends me any amount I want when the money market is close. Guess I can stand under his batteries. .Anybody else ?" "Thomas F. Griswold and Clara, his beautiful and accomplished" "Wife, sir !-wife! trotted her a baby on my knee, and kissedher when she vowed to love, honor, and-- didn't hear the, obey. Who else ?" " Mrs. William Hastings "-- " Of course, Mr. Hastings ; unless you see fit to put up the bars and keep an old friend out of the field in a fit of young-husband-jealousy. Who is to wind up the party?$" "Miss Mary Melville and Mr. Frederick Morti- mer." "Molly Melville, of Edgartown ?" "Yes," replied Hastings. "I shall ask George Melville, who planned and built the machinery for my new steamship, to intro- duce me to her, if he ever returns to business. I've called on him twenty times, and his partner, Carter, saysahe thinks he has deserted the city for good. But who is this Mr. Frederick Mortimer? dare 'saysome one full of nonsense, who wants to marry Molly Mel ville. He can't get her " GEORGE MELVILLE* - 383 page: 384-385[View Page 384-385] GEORGE MELVILLE. 385 284 GEORGE MELVILL. "Allow me to interrupt you, my dear sir, and let Mr. Mortimer speak for. himself," said Hastings, as soon as he could speak, with a very wicked twinkle about the eye, introducing Frederick Mortimer to his friend, as the son of the Hon. B. F. Mortimer. "Laugh--no use ! You have not caught me. I know Mortimer, too. Ben Mortimer and I have had some hard fights, shoulder to shoulder, in Washing- ton, alto let American enterprise have a fair oppor- tunity to make headway, and assert her ability .to compete with the tough mariners of old England. Never mind-the thick-headed policy of some legis- lators, sooner or later, will lead them out where King Nebuchadnezzar went and remained seven years; or, as angry Jonathan Slick expressed it, 'they wi1 all go to grass.' Well, I can face the chip oftthe old Mortimer. block, if he will let me," said Hastings' friend. "That's all the leaven in the batch, is it ? "Not quite !" said Hastings. "Who else, then? come! I'm getting warm after my long speech on American ocean navigation policy." "'The man you have called on twenty times at his' office is there," said Hastings. "'George Melville ?" "Yes !" replied Hastings, with a smile. "Then I am going there, anyhow. Any one else ? asked his friend. "Come! I'm getting almost des- prate. "Bell Mortimer-that was," said Hastings. "Bell Mortimer that was? And who is Dell Mor- timer that is, pray ?" "Mrs. George Melville." "Whew !" and Hastings' friend gave a whistle of most immoderate length. Then, turning on his heel, assuming a very sober countenance, and putting on some pseudodignified manners, he nodded to the two young men, very stiffly. "Tell your party that my new steamship sails day after to-morrow at 12, &., precisely, for Liverpool. Tell them they go as my guests'; that the ship is at their service; and, that I would like an invitation to accompany the party. That's all. I sha'n't call at the St. Nicholas until I receive the invitation. George Melville !-married ! Built my best machinery! Splendid fellow! Good mechanic! Ain't a fool!-. Got a good wife! Ben Mortimer's got to go, too !" And down Broadway posted this citizen ocean sovereign-a man to whose energies, industry, and enterprise, the whole Ameri- can nation owes a debt which can only be paid when the green-sward covers his form. On the spot which shall hold his remains will be kindled a spark that shall inflame the pride of true Americans, to emulate his fame, as they contemplate the moral and prac- tical worth of his deeds: The invitation to call at the St. Nicholas was duly forwarded, and the commands of Hastings' friend to be at pier No. -, on the North River, at 12, M., on the Saturday following, were obeyed. Hon. B. F. Mortimer and wife accepted the invitation, and joined the party, just as the noble vessel was about to leave her pier. When fairly in the stream, her loud-boom- ing ordnance bade farewell to:the thousands assem- bled on the wharf to witness the departure of the magnificent craft. Here we take leave of these estimable friends, page: 386-387 (Advertisement) [View Page 386-387 (Advertisement) ] 386 GEORGE MELVILLE. begging to add but a single paragraph that we may complete this history. * * * *, * * Mary Wilcox was not one. to forget those who had helped her in need., To force ari act of justice, Sarah E. Graham had perilled her life, and sacrificed that beauty of form and feature, which are prizes of rich value to the true woman. Sarah resisted every effort made by Mary Wilcox, to repay her kindness. At last, Mary,. by the assistance of J. S. Taylor and .Thomas F. Griswold, Esquires, who had become part- ners in the legal profession, settled upon Sarah an estate of twenty-five thousand dollars. .Sarah has devoted her life to acts of kindness and benevolence in emulation of the example of the good Samaritan. Frederick Mortimer is so fearful that he cannot obtain any one equal to his lost Bell, that he studiously avoids committing matrimony ; and matri-money he is above attempting. THE END. N EW MUSIC. HO! THE DEEP. WORDS BY ALLEN N. LEET, Ja Price 25 Cents. SPIRIT OF THE ISLAND HOME. WORDS BY C. H. S. Price 25 Cents. Two very pretty Songs frgn "GEORGE MELVILLE ;" the latter one is founded on the well-known Indian tradition from which the Islands, Martha's Vineyard and Nantucket, derive their names. The conception supposes that the spirits of the Indian girls, Martha and Nancy, are still hover- ing over their island homes; that they may be seen in moon- light, talking to the waves of old ocean, which bring nmes- sages of their absent lovers. 1 page: 388 (Advertisement) -389 (Advertisement) [View Page 388 (Advertisement) -389 (Advertisement) ] 2 New Musical Publications-- SISTER SPIRITSTAY NOT HERE. WORDS WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF MISS H. A. i. BY C.fH. S. We think this last so truly beautiful, that we give place to the first and third of the four verses: FIRST VERSE. "See, an angel flying, flying, Father, mother, brother,' dear; Hark! his-voice is sighing, sighing, 'Sister spirit, stay not here.' Dearest father, I must leave thee, With the angel fly away; Dearest father, cease to grieve thee, Oh, I would no longer stay. Clark & Co., Appletons' Building. 3 WILD WOOs LULLABY.' WORDS BY FRANCES H. GREEN. A beautiful gem of a song, taken by permission from an unpublished novel. ATKAJI FROM SHAHMAH--IN PRESS. THE MUSIC D ED ICA TED BY -P EBR MISSION TO T HE HUTO H INSON P A1VLILYW THIRD VERSE. "Vision? no, we're going, going, Now the angel speaks to me ; 'For thy trust while sowing, sowing, Sister spirit, thou art free.' Oh! a crown within the portal, Held by hands so pure and white ; Brother dear, its gems immortal, Shine with rays of matchlesslight." The slaves of Borneo and Central Africa call the-document of freedom-or as we would say, free papers-Atkah. W. R. C. CLARK Co., PUBLISHERS OF BOOKS AND MUSIC APPLETONS' BUILDING, 346 & 348 BROADWAY, NEW YORK page: 390 (Advertisement) -391 (Advertisement) [View Page 390 (Advertisement) -391 (Advertisement) ] ANNOUNCEMENTS OF NEW MUSIC. The following will be issued s'on: BALLANAFAD SCHOTTISH. YANKEE DOODLE WITH VARIATIONS. This decidedly American piece is arranged by an American author, and has been played by him before large audiences, at various times, and always received with great enthusiasm and applause. The music of all the foregoing is by C. HATCH SMIT, a gentleman well known as a musical composer of high order. In Preparation. A New- Work by the author of "GEORGE MELVILLE. We R. 0. CLARK & Co., PUBLISHERS OF BOOKS AND MUSIC, APPLETONS' BUILDING, 346 & 348 ERoADwAY, NEW YORK. 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During his collegiate studies, having formed the acquaintance of an American gentleman who kindly furnished him with a copy of the Declaration of American Independence, and .gave him a glowing description of the beauties of our "Free Institutions," he at once resolved to visit our land, in order to become inti- mately acquainted with the interior working of a system founded on such a perfect basis. In his straightforward simplicity of character and earnestness of purpose, he of course finds great difficulty in reconciling his preconceived. opinions with the manners and customs of the country ; but his is not a heart to faint at the appearance of apparent obstacles, and while he sees things as they are,,he does not lose his faith in the possibilities of the future. There is a freshness about his narrative that none but a highly gifted mind, from his peculiar standpoint, could attain, rendering the book extremely fascinating to the lover of;romance, while it affords the deepest study to the philosopher, and opens a rich field of prophecy to the lover of his race. In short, it is a book that will touch the hearts of the people, and will have its Ahousands of readers and admirers.
