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minence with which he thrust himself for- which he was totally unable to fulfil; and ward in the agitation for compensation to proceeded to the utterance of the usual the shareholders in the Grand Marine stereotyped phrases, which it is the busiJoint-Stock Mining Company; and he saw ness of a member of parliament to keep visions of settlements, notices, assignments, ready on hand to be delivered to every and a hundred other legal instruments, popular assembly. He ventured to say that with dreadful names, which it would be his he had never before seen such a meeting, duty to prepare, and to be paid for. Dis- and that its importance would be felt interested man! how cautiously he gave throughout the world; that its dignity his advice and opinion; how significantly would call forth the admiration of aphe hinted at the contents of a certain bill proving millions wherever the name of which was lying in the government offices, Britain was beloved; and that its august and how modestly he alluded to his own determination would strike terror into the connexion with the preparation of that hearts of those who had been created their document, which, if passed into a law, natural enemies by differing complexions, would perfectly satisfy everybody, (by com- less fortunate climates, and dividing oceans. pensating imprudent gamblers out of the These sentiments were loudly cheered, and taxes wrung from honest industry.) Beside the shareholders whispered to each other Mr. Mudlow sat Mr. Capel, who, attired in that he was a great orator, and would one black, and studiously mournful in his day be prime minister. After thanking flexible countenance, sought to be ap- the meeting for the attention they had paid pointed to investigate certain accounts, to his observations, he concluded an address and to examine certain papers which were which threw the audience and himself into to be laid before the committee. In the a profuse perspiration, by declaring that so course of that investigation, it was ex- long as he had a voice in the legislature, pected that the papers of Meanwell, and he should incessantly demand justice for perhaps those of Bamford, Parker, and the shareholders of the Grand Marine JointBilling, would be laid before the examining Stock Mining Company; that whatever the officer. Mr. Capel had strained every government might do, he should fearlessly nerve, and sought every means to secure do his duty regardless of consequences; to himself this appointment. Why? Its that he should oppose his breast to the pecuniary value was doubtful, its stability storm of opposition which he foresaw would was uncertain, and its existence would cer- be made to the bill which would shortly tainly be brief. But Mr. Capel was not come before the Commons, and that the foes the man to labour so hard without a pur- of that measure, who he had no doubt pose, or to affect so much concern for the were in the pay of France, should accommen his master had helped to delude, with-plish their object only by trampling his out calculating upon a highly profitable heart upon the floor of the House of Comreturn for the investment of his hypocrisy. mons. After the shoutings with which this stirring speech was received, a Report was read, and various Resolutions were proposed, to the effect that the shareholders, having invested their monies in the Grand Marine Joint-Stock Mining Company solely with a view to aggrandize their country and to promote public benefit, should be forthwith repaid for their losses out of the public purse, upon the plan set forth in the bill proposed to be brought in by P. Placelove, Esq. M.P., and M. T. Rattler, Esq. M.P. Each of the gentlemen who moved or seconded any of the resolutions, made the usual declarations, how unex pectedly they had been called upon, and how unable they felt to do justice to the important propositions which had been put


Impelled by various motives of revenge, or gain, many others crowded upon the platform, and took as prominent places as they were able, looking as modest as they could the while.

Upon the motion of Mr. Mudlow, who luxuriated in the smile of a member of parliament, seconded by Mr. Capel, who pretended to come forward with great effort and disinclination, Pursey Placelove, Esq., member of parliament, was elected to take the chair, which he did amidst the most flattering applause. On rising to address the assembly, he was again greeted with the approbation of the meeting. He said, how honoured he felt by the position in which they had placed him, the arduous duties of

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into their hands. Lastly rose M. T. Rattler, Esq. M.P., who would have been received with greater applause had not the listeners tired both hands and legs in their previous demonstrations of satisfaction. But Mr. Rattler was a claptrap orator, who knew what he was about; so stretching forth his hand to deprecate the applause he knew he could not then expect, he commenced speaking in a very humble manner and low tone, explaining that the resolution he was about to propose required no comment, and would, he was sure, be carried unanimously. The reso-rated action, "the very heavens will cry lution consisted of a vote of thanks to the out for vengeance if the earth denies it, or Committee for their invaluable services, with man refuses the avenging of this wrong. a suggestion that a voluntary contribution If you love honour-if you despise not from every person should be paid at the honesty-if you love your wives-if you door towards the expenses they had in-have not forgotten your poverty-stricken curred; the motion, moreover, went on to homes-if you regard your children, and state, that the meeting was "filled with the have not ceased to be mindful of their deepest indignation" against the persons blasted hopes-if you are men, and not impugned in the statements of Messrs. cowards-rise and take summary means for Byles, Chaplain, and Oakleigh, and in the the punishment of the wretches who do not parliamentary report. The first portion of even deserve so slight a punishment as the the proposition, being unsuited to Mr. heaviest which the law allows!" Rattler's style of speaking, was, much to the discomfiture of the committee, briefly dismissed; while the latter, the speaker conceived, afforded scope for what he called "sledge-hammer eloquence." The last sentence he read twice, laying especial emphasis on the words, "filled with the deepest indignation." Speaking with great volubility, and encouraged by the increasing applause of an attentive audience, he dwelt in strong terms upon the villany by which the shareholders had been deluded, and the scenes of distress which had resulted from the ruin of the project. For the sake of effect, he insinuated that Parker had been a deluded young man, who had lost his life because he was too honest for those with whom he had the misfortune to be associated, and that his death was not to be attributed to Meanwell alone. Knowing that large assemblies, in moments of excitement, are willing to believe anything that points in the same direction as their passions, and fired by the applause which now rang loud and frequent, he branded Meanwell as the hired assassin employed by others whom he would not name. Each sentence was vociferously applauded, and more than onces excited that the assembly became so rose en masse and cheered.


Elated beyond all consideration of pru-
dence, and thirsting only for the repetition
of the cheers which intoxicated him, he
related, in passionate terms, and with vio-
lent gesticulation, how infuriated he had
been "to learn that some of these men had
dared with polluting footsteps again to de-
secrate their native shores." A yell of in-
dignation rose in answer to the announce-
ment, but the speaker heeded not the storm
he was raising, nor thought how he should
exorcise the fiend his sorcery had raised.
"Oh!" he cried, with the same exagge-

With the suddenness of an electric shock a demon seemed to take possession of the people.

"To Marton Fields!" shouted one. "To Marton Fields!" responded the excited shareholders.

"To Bamford's house!" yelled a hoarse voice.

"Revenge!" howled a hundred in return, as a general press was immediately made to the door, through which the maddened crowd rushed forth in the direction of Marton Fields, with cries of vengeance as they went.

The daylight was beginning to fade over the great city, and lights here and there might be seen to shine out from the long lowbrowed shops, whose plodding denizens and busy customers were attracted from their peaceful occupations by the unusual sounds which were heard, and the sight of the great concourse of people who were rushing along the streets. Where there was time to do it, the shutters of the windows were put up, and the proprietors and their assistants stood about their doors in readiness to use locks, bolts, and bars, in case of a threatened outrage. But the shopkeepers had no cause to fear. The crowd poured along, actuated by a single dreadful desire, and turned neither to the right

or left, for any purpose on its way. Cheering and shouting as they ran forwards, they gained new adherents as they advanced; for the dishonest and worthless, who had nothing to lose, poured forth from obscure passages and cellars, and yelling echoed the shoutings, with murderous threats and execrations. By such wretches as these the angry and insane enthusiasm was sustained, when its first originators might have grown tired, or paused to think. The fury was infectious. As the human cataract roared along, many, moreover, who joined the procession as curious spectators merely, were carried away by the shouts and rushing noise of that flood of men, and became drunk with the excitement of the scene. some who in their sober moments would have been severe in their condemnation of any popular disturbance, anon found themselves active participators in the thirst for mischief and destruction. The impulses of men are strangely active and susceptible for good or ill when they congregate in masses; and human beings, encouraged by each other under such circumstances, can be led on to deeds from which they as individuals would have shrunk with fear and abhorrence. And thus it was.


Foremost in that speeding mass was the man Barney. A piece of crape was fastened under his hat, and half covered his face, which he seemed cautious enough to keep in the shade, while he waved a piece of pitchy wood as a torch above his head. Unlike many of the madmen who followed him and echoed his yells, Barney had, however, no particular revengeful purpose in view; but simply followed what he considered his regular business, the despoiling | of every body, and the destruction of everything, as the punishment due to society for his neglected education, and the wrongs of his scorned poverty. With Barney and a few more equally reckless leader the mob held on its way at a quick pace toward the north-east suburb of London, beyond which lay Marton Fields, where, surrounded by beautiful gardens, was Bamford's house.


Who runs along the by-streets and back lanes in the same direction? Now in light, now lost in shadow, a supple figure whirls away. In the premature darkness of the narrow thoroughfares, where the brown smoke toys with the breath of fever, that black shadow flits:

through courts where squalid infants live and die with sunshine never on their ashy lips, he flies: adown the crowded alley, through atmospheres of tobacco smoke, where the gaudy spirit-shop beneath its flaring lights dispenses its poison for body and soul, and sends its delirious votaries to the darkly calling river or the felon's cell -away he runs with hot impetuous haste, as if for life. Once only, as he turns into a great mainroad that leads towards the country, he pauses, and looking back along the broad way, listens; but it is for a moment only: again his supple black figure, like a flying imp, bends itself to the road, and with quick feet flies away— towards Marton Fields.

In a large upstairs room, where dusty books looked with discontented faces from their neglected shelves, and mourned that they, the teachers of mankind, should be doomed to uselessness in their ostentatious prison, sat two persons, with decanters and wine-glasses upon a table before them. The volumes in their glass cases, as they leaned and lolled against each other in the very tiresomeness of having nothing to do, seemed like their owner and his friend, who appeared wearied beyond measure.

The room had little furniture in it, and what there was bore marks of neglect. The shutters were closed, though daylight yet lingered faintly about the western sky; and the candles, to judge by their flickering low in the sockets, must have been burning for several hours.

Each of the persons frequently emptied and refilled his glass; but for a long while not a word was spoken. After a time, however, the elder removed his legs from the chair upon which they were laid, and with a little indistinctness in his articula tion, produced by the wine he had taken, he said: "I cannot think what you could have been about to let Capel know that the sale of the mercery business had not been completed."

"He found no mention of the matter in Meanwell's papers," lazily answered the other. "He could have made nothing of my letters if it had not been for that confoundedly stupid mistake of yours."

"It was your mistake as much as mine, Billing," replied the first speaker with a scowl, swallowing another draught of wine, and refilling his glass.

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"Well, that is not unlike you, Bamford," said Billing with a bitter sneer, which lighted up a flash of fury in the eyes of his companion. "Did I pack up Meanwell's papers, or did you? You know you did, and that you were so drunk that you included the letters which had passed between ourselves upon the subject, and which showed us to be a pair of knaves; while the folly of the act proved that one of us, at least, was a-a- not quite so cautious as rogues have need to be."

With an oath the older and more powerful of the two sprang upon the other, just as he was raising his glass to his lips, and smashed it to atoms against his yellow teeth. Billing was knocked backwards with his chair to the floor, but sprang up in a moment, and, more agile than Banford, had his long fingers about the throat of his antagonist. Inflamed with wine, a brutal fight ensued. Glasses, decanters, and chairs were broken in the fray, in which the two men attacked each other more like beasts of prey than human beings. The violence of their rage, however, was too great for their physical powers, and they presently paused in their battle-each watching the other with murderous looks, that gave their blood bedaubed faces a demoniacal ugliness.

The knocking and ringing was repeated, but the men stood still as marble, while the blood trickled down their haggard faces. Again and again the knocker beat the door. The lights were extinguished, and the men descended noiselessly into the hall.

The knocker shook the house, and the bell rang louder than before. The men felt for each other in the dark, and Billing whispered into Bamford's ear. The latter then took a large coat-his travelling disguise, from the banisters, and buttoned himself up in it. Having concealed his face also in a deep fur cap, he went to the door softly, while Billing slunk away from the passage. The sharp raps of the knocker,

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"What do you want?" inquired the party within, in the same assumed voice.

"I have come to save Mr. Bamford and his friend Mr. Billing," replied the visitor. "They'll be murdered if you don't let me in."

"Let him in," said Billing, from the end of the passage.

The bolts were drawn back, and the black snake-like figure of Mr. Capel wormed itself through the door, before it was yet opened wide enough to admit a less elastic mortal.

As they paused, a hard knocking at the door and a violent ringing of the bell sounded from below. The men stood aghast, motionless as statues, and tried to smother the sounds of their panting breath.

There was a consultation in the library. It was conducted in hurried whispers. Mr. Capel explained that a mob was on its way to the house, to burn it and murder its inmates-declared that his popularity with the people alone could prevent the depre

"We are discovered," whispered Bam-dation--and then, producing some memoford; "we were seen at Southampton." randa from his pocket, he demanded Bam"They have heard us just now," gasped ford's signature to a document which was Billing. read by the firelight.

"Fasten the door," said Mr. Meanwell's quondam clerk; "a mob are on their road hither, and I alone-oh, I see, I am speaking to Mr. Bamford himself. Fasten the door, and let us have a light. Quick!"

"Straight on, up the stairs," said Bamford, fastening the locks and bolts of the door. "The fire will give you light enough to talk."

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the staircase, as a fresh volley of stones Peals of merciless laughter, and blasphethreatened to break in the shutters of the mous execrations, rose, as the mass of firewindows. With a natural facility, the ser-lighted faces, with grim expectancy, turned pent-like figure pulled back the bolts, towards the roof of the building, whither a unfastened the bar, and as Barney pressed man in great apparent agony had crawled in at the door, shouted aloud, "The villains to escape the flames and smoke, and stood are up-stairs!" writhing upon the parapet. His dress was burned, and his hair appeared to be smoking with the heat in dreadful proximity. Though his face was begrimed, and bloody, and distorted, the light of the fire revealed his lineaments with strange distinctness; there could be no mistaking the figure either-it was Bamford! He had hardly gained the stone coping of the parapet, when the roof, within which he had been but now concealed, fell in behind him with a heavy crashing sound that shook the earth, and was heard like thunder for miles away. The noise drowned the shrieking

The deluded men heard the words upon the landing of the staircase, and knew that they had been duped- - that their lives were at stake and that not an instant was to be lost. "To the roof!" said Bamford, as he sprang up the dark flight of stairs above and disappeared, leaving his friend to follow as he could.

A rush, a yell of fury, a struggling cry for help within, an irregular tramping of a thousand feet without, and, far away, the vindictive shoutings of a vengeful mob, are heard the moment afterwards. Flaring torches pass and repass the broken win-life-cry of the terrified man, around whose dows, and sounds of breaking, and destruc- singeing body the flames, like red snakes, tion, and mischief, come from all parts of flickered and crawled. Burning flakes of the building. Cries of disappointment in fire whirled around him, and his figure asfailing to discover some one whom they sumed an unnatural size as it stood in sought are heard, and a voice, resembling strong contrast against the flames which that of Barney, screams from the staircase, roared up behind it. For another second "Let nivir a sowl pass out the doo-ur!" he staggered in agony, and then seemed to decide to trust rather to the fury of the populace, than to the certain and immediate destruction by the fire. Any death was less horrible than that; and he looked over the parapet with the evident intention of jumping down. At the moment a volley of large stones and bricks was hurled with fiendish vindictiveness at the wretched object of popular fury. One of them struck him, and with a piercing shriek of horrible fear, that never was forgotten even by the diabolical hearts which heard it, he fell back into the burning confusion behind him.

A few minutes of confusion and mad excitement passed, and then, with the sharpness of a poniard, the cry of "Fire! Fire! Fire!" struck upon the ear, while many of the rioters rushed forth. Others, more daring, opened the windows, and cast books, and such furniture as there was to be found, to their fellows without, who set them on fire in heaps, and danced like red savages in hellish joy around the ruin and devastation they were working. A lurid glow, from cellar to attic, shows that the work of destruction has begun inside the building. Smoke curls in wreaths from the windows and roof, and calls forth the cheers of the insane populace. The red light grows stronger. The gilded cornices, and richly-papered walls, are seen through the glassless casements, as if the sunshine was upon them. No shadows now pass and repass the windows, which presently vomit forth flames and smoke in frightful cataracts, roaring and crackling, and streaming up to the blood-red sky.


"See yonder!" shouted several of the mob, pausing for a moment in their destruction of the flowers and evergreens, "there he is upon the tiles!"

The flames had done their worst; a handsome building was in ruins, a blackened scene of devastation. As the night came on, the crackling and roaring died away. A conflict took place between the constables and the rioters, which ended in the defeat of the former, and the destruction of the fire-engines. A rumour, nevertheless, of the approach of a military force, later in the night, produced a panic, and dispersed the satiated and wearied mob, who left the red embers and smoking ruins, alone in the trampled and desolate garden.

(Continued at puge 123.)

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