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the insincere blandishments of those was peremptorily put down by the priestly coaxers, whose part seems ecclesiastical superiors to whose to have been to keep him in good sway in an evil hour this ungovernhumour), Pugin began, of all extra- able and impetuous but generous ordinary things in the world, to soul had subjected itself. Finding write a book, which he himself de- out by dire experiment how hard scribes as being “ on the real cause and inexorable was that infallible of the change of religion in the mistress whom he now served, his sixteenth century, which will place heart yearned, not with a second matters in an entirely new light, change of faith, but with pathetic overthrow the present opinions on human affection, to that English both sides, and may be the means community, not infallible, not perof tending to much mutual charity fect, yet reasonable and human, on both sides, and a better under which had shown him kindness, standing.” This work, as described and had not resented his sharp by Mr Purcell
, his Catholic apolo- words. He acknowledges—for even gist, was intended to prove more this last project was architecturalfully the fact which he had already that it wils the English Church stated in his Earnest Address, that which had preserved the monuthe system of Catholicism in Eng- ments of Catholic antiquity; and land had been overthrown by Catho- concludes his many battles against lics, and that the state of the Church her, and virulent attacks on her of Rome at the time had been such clergy and her principles, as well as as to account for the ruin and decay his own laborious life and many which overtook her. The proposed conflicts, in the following affecting title-page was as follows :-“ An words :Apology for the separated Church “ Let us then always speak and think of England since the Reign of the with gratitude of the old bridge that has Eighth Henry : written with every brought us over, and lend a pious help feeling of Christian charity for her
to restore her time-worn piers, wasted children, and honour of the glorious
by the torrents of dissent and infidelity,
but which God in His mercy, beyond our men she continued to produce in
human understanding, appears yet to evil times. By A. W. Pugin, many sustain, and to make it the marvel of years a Catholic-minded son of the some of the most zealous men that have Anglican Church, and still an affec- appeared since the ancient glory of the tionate and loving brother and ser- Church in the pious early times. Pac vant of the true sons of England's
omnibus. Amen." Church.” “ In consequence of the These, Mr Purcell tells us, religious commotion of the times," the last words which Pugin wrote.” continues Mr Purcell, “ the work, More pathetic words were never by the advice of the author's eccle- spoken by any soldier falling on the siastical superiors, was delayed : he field. His life had been war from was admonished, indeed, not to go beginning to end-sharp, uncomon with this promised publication promising conflict ; attacks, often
; without a sound (the italics are the virulent, only made tolerable by writer's own] theological adviser, the perfect unhesitating honesty nor before he had cleared up the and single-mindedness of the hearty objections and scandal which was fighter. But, struck to the heart by feared to have resulted from his unkindness and desertion, that last former work on the hierarchy—a and keenest blow of adversity, those work so taken up by the hostile of his own house lifting up their papers, and by whom, certainly, it heel against him, the gallant unforwas hoped, Pugin could not wish tunate turns wistfully round to see to be considered as a friend.” a deeper bond of perfectness, a more
Thus, without much grammar, universal catholicity than he had the last pathetic project of his dreamed of. He falters his Pax troubled but mellowing intellect omnibus as he falls, defeated, yet
victorious, escaping out of all the sailors on these angry straits and unthought-of pangs which his pri- the wide grave that gapes for them mitive rude knight-errantry was un-
-no longer able to feel the serpent's prepared to meet. Whether his tooth, the pang of desertion ; and brain gave way under natural pres- somebody has offered unlimited sure, or whether he was driven mad, money to complete what remains into Bedlam and the grave, by unfinished of the Pugin Chauntry. agencies more occult than toil and It is a fit conclusion to the sad excitement, will probably never be strange story. Those who build known; and whether known or not, the sepulchres of the prophets whom is now deeply indifferent to the their fathers have slain, may afford dead soldier. He has his grave in a little tabernacle-work and dainty flint-built St Augustine's, within “detail” after his own forlorn heart, sound of the stormy Channel, which could he but know it, to this rude but he loved almost as well, no longer loyal mediævalvassal, who gave heart able to interpose his desperate and genius, life and fortune, to the human exertions between perishing service of his Church and his Art.
CHRONICLES OF CARLINGFORD : THE DOCTOR'S FAMILY.
PART III.- CHAPTER X.
WHEN Nettie opened the door that she had hesitated even for that of the sleeping house, with the great moment. She seemed to them to key she had carried with her in her glide softly, steadfastly, without any early dreadful expedition, there was faltering, before them into the little still nobody stirring in the uncon- silent womanly room, where her scious cottage. She paused at the night's work was folded tidily upon door, with the four men behind her the table, and her tiny thimble and carrying shoulder-high that terrible scissors laid beside it. What a heartmotionless burden. Where was she rending contrast lay between those to lay it? In her own room, where domestic traces and that dreadful she had not slept that night, little muffled figure, covered from the Freddy was still sleeping. În an- light of day with Nettie's shawl, other was the widow, overcome by which was now laid down there, watching and fretful anxiety. The Nettie did not pause to think of. other fatherless creatures lay in the She stood still for a moment, little dressing-room. Nowhere but gazing at it with a sob of excitein the parlour, from which Fred ment and agitation swelling into not so very long ago had driven his her throat; scarcely grief-perhaps disgusted brother—the only place that was not possible—but the inshe had where Nettie's own femin- tensest remorseful pity over the lost ine niceties could find expression, life. The rude fellows beside her and where the accessories of her stood silent, not without a certain own daily life and work were all pang of tenderness and sympathy in accumulated. She lingered even at their half-savage hearts. She took that dread moment with a pang of her little purse out and emptied it natural reluctance to associate that of its few silver coins among them. little sanctuary with the horror and They trode softly, but their heavy misery of this bringing-home; but footsteps were heard, notwithstandwhen every feeling gave way to the ing, through all the little house. pressure of necessity, that super- Nettie could already hear the alarmficial one was not like to resist it. ed stirring up-stairs of the master Her companions were not aware and mistress of the cottage ; and,
knowing what explanations she must never yet, amid all her labours, had give, and all the dreadful business encountered an emergency like this. before her, made haste to get her She laid the shawl reverently back strange companions away before Mrs over that dead face, and sent a Smith came down-stairs. One of message to the doctor with lips that them, however, as he followed his trembled in spite of herself. “ Tell comrades out of the room, from him what has happened, and say he some confused instinct of help and is to come as soon as he can," said pity, asked whether he should not Nettie ; “for I do not understand fetch a doctor? The question struck all that has to be done. Tell him the resolute little girl with a pang I sent you; and now go_please go sharper than this morning's horror before they all come down-stairs." had yet given her. Had she per- But when Nettie turned'in again, haps neglected the first duty of all, after closing the door, into that the possibility of restoration? She house so entirely changed in charwent back, without answering him, acter by the solemn inmate who to lift the shawl from that dreadful had entered it, she was confronted face, and satisfy herself whether by the amazed and troubled appashe had done that last irremediable rition of Mrs Smith, half-dressed, wrong to Fred. As she met the and full of wonder and indignation. dreadful stare of those dead eyes, A gasping exclamation of “Miss !” all the revulsion of feeling which was all that good woman could comes to the hearts of the living in utter. She had with her own eyes presence of the dead overpowered perceived some of the “roughs" of Nettie. She gave a little cry of in- Carlingford emerging from her rearticulate momentary anguish. The spectable door under Nettie's grave soul of that confused and tremu- supervision, and yet could not in lous outery was Pardon! pardon! her heart, notwithstanding appearWhat love was ever so true, what ances, think any harm of Nettie ; tenderness so constant and unfail. while, at the same time, a hundred ing, that did not instinctively utter alarms for the safety of her housethat cry when the watched life had hold gods shook her soul. Nettie ended, and pardon could no longer turned towards her steadily, with come from those sealed lips? Nettie her face pallid and her brilliant eyes had not loved that shamed and heavy. “Hush,” she said ; “ Susan ruined man-she had done him the knows nothing yet. Let her have offices of affection, and endured and her rest while she can. We have sometimes scorned him. She stood been watching for him all night, remorseful by his side in that first and poor Susan is sleeping, and dread hour, which had changed does not know.” Fred's shabby presence into some- “Know what ?-what has hapthing awful ; and her generous soul pened ?-he's been and killed himburst forth in that cry of penitence self? Oh, miss, don't you go for which every human creature owes to say so !” cried Mrs Smith, in its brother. The tender-hearted natural dismay and terror. bargeman who had asked leave to "No," cried Nettie, with a long fetch a doctor, drew near her with a sigh that relieved her breast, "not kindred instinct-“Don't take on, so bad as that, thank Heaven ; but miss—there's the crowner yet—and hush, hush! I cannot go and tell a deal to look to,” said the kind Susan just yet—not just yet. Oh, rough fellow, who knew Nettie. give me a moment to get breath! The words recalled her to herself— For he is dead! I tell you, hush ! ” but with the softened feelings of cried Nettie, seizing the woman's the moment a certain longing for hand, and wringing it, in the exsomebody to stand by her in this tremity of her terror for alarming unlooked-for extremity came over Susan. “Don't you understand the forlorn courageous creature, who me? She is a widow, and she does
not know-her husband is dead, maidenhood, to manage all the vuland she does not know. Have you gar tragical business which must, no pity for her in your own heart ?” this very day, confirm to the know
" Lord ha' mercy! but wait till ledge of the little surrounding world I call Smith,” cried the alarmed the event wbich had happened—nolandlady, shrinking, yet eager to body but herself to tell the tale to know the horribly interesting de- the widow, to bear all the burdens tails of that tragedy. She ran
of the time. Nettie did not think breathless up-stairs on that errand, over these particulars with self-pity, while Nettie went back to the door or wonder over her hard lot. She of the parlour, resolutely locked it, did not imagine herself to have and took
away the key. “Nobody chosen this lot at all. There was shall go gazing and talking over nobody else to do it—that was the him, and making a wonder of poor simple secret of her strength. Fred,” said Nettie to herself, shak- But this interval of forlorn reing off from her long eyelashes the pose was a very brief one. Smith tear which came out of the com- came down putting on his coat, and punction of her heart. “ Poor looking scared and bewildered ; his Fred !” She sat down on one of wife, eager, curious, and excited, the chairs of the little hall beside closely following: Nettie rose when that closed door. The children and they approached her to forestall their mother up-stairs still slept un- their questions. suspicious ; and their young guar- “My brother-in-law is dead," she dian, with a world of thoughts ris- said. “ He fell into the canal last ing in her mind, sat still and pon- night and was drowned. I went out dered. The past was suddenly cut to look for him, and—and found off from the future by this dreadful him, poor fellow! Oh don't cry unthought-of event. She had come out or make a noise : remember to a dead pause in that life, which Susan does not know ! Now, dear to every spectato so strangely Mrs Smith, I know you are kindout of accordance with her youth, I know you will not vex me just at but which was to herself such sim- this moment. I have had him laid ple and plain necessity as to permit there till his brother comes. Oh no questioning She was brought don't say it's dreadful ! suddenly to a standstill at this ter- think I cannot see how dreadful it rible moment, and sat turning her is? but we must not think about dauntless little face to the new trial that, only what has to be done. before her, pale, but undismayed. When Dr Edward comes, I will Nettie did not deceive herself even wake my sister; but just for this in her thoughts. She saw, with the moment, oh have patience! I had intuitive foresight of a keen ob- no place to put him except there." server, her sister's violent momen- “But, Lord bless us, he mightn't tary grief, her indolent acceptance be clean gone: he might be reof the position after a while, the covered, poor gentleman! Smith selfish reserve of repining and dis- can run for Dr Marjoribanks ; he's content which Susan would estab. nearer nor Dr Rider," cried the lish in the memory of poor Fred: curious excited landlady, with her she saw how, with fuller certainty hand upon the locked door. than ever, because now more natur- Nettie made no answer. She took ally, she herself, her mind, her la- them into the room in solemn siborious hands, her little fortune, lence, and showed them the stark would belong to the fatherless fa- and ghastly figure, for which all mily. She did not sigh over the pro- possibilities had been over in the spect, or falter ; but she exercised dark midnight waters hours ago. no self - delusion on the subject. The earliest gleam of sunshine There was nobody but she to do it came shining in at that moment -nobody but she, in her tender through the window which last
night Nettie had opened that Fred alone Nettie would have to encounmight see the light in it and be ter and subdue, were not to be guided home. It seemed to strike thought of. She bent down her like a reproach upon that quick- little head into her hands, and once throbbing impatient heart, which more shed back that hair which, felt as a sin against the dead its never relieved out of its braids own lack of natural grief and affec- through all this long night, began tion. She went hurriedly to draw to droop over her pale cheeks; and down the blinds and close out the a quick sigh of impatience, of enunwelcome light. “Now he is ergy restrained, of such powerlessgone, nobody shall slight or scorn ness as her courageous capable soul, him," said Nettie to herself, with in the very excess of its courage and hot tears; and she turned the won- capacity, felt in its approaching dering dismayed couple—already conflict with the feeble foolish creaawakening out of their first horror ture, who never could be stimulated to think of the injury done to their out of her own narrow possibilities, house and “lodgings," and all the burst from Nettie's breast. But the notoriety of an inquest-out of the sigh was as much physical as menroom, and locked the door upon tal-the long-drawn breath of minthe unwilling owners, whom no- gled weariness and restlessnessthing but her resolute face pre- the instinct to be doing, and the vented from bursting forth in sel- exhaustion of long labour and emofish but natural lamentations over tion, blended together. Thus she their own secondary share in so dis- waited while the cold spring mornastrous an event. Nettie sat down ing brightened, and Mrs Smith again, a silent little sentinel by the went about her early domestic busiclosed door, without her shawl, and ness, returning often into the little with her tiny chilled feet on the back - parlour with the mullioned cold tiles. Nettie sat silent, too window, of which domestic Gothic much occupied even to ascertain treatment had made a condemned the causes of her personal discom- cell, to re-express her anxieties and fort. She had indeed enough to horrors. Nettie had an instinctive think of; and while her little girl- consciousness even of Mrs Smith's ish figure, so dainty, so light, so grievance. She knew this dismal unlike her fortunes, remained in association would ruin "the lodgthat unusual stillness, her mind ings ;" and as she realised, in the and heart were palpitating with restless activity of her thoughts, thoughts—all kinds of thoughts; that bond upon her to remain at St not only considerations worthy the Roque's, felt at the same time a solemnity and horror of the mo- longing rise within her to escape ment, but every kind of trivial and and flee away. secondary necessity passed through All these crowding and breaththat restless soul, all throbbing less thoughts were a few minutes with life and action, more self-con- after reduced to absolute momenscious than usual from the fact of tary stillness. It was by a step its outward stillness. A hundred outside coming hastily with rapid rapid conclusions and calculations purpose along the silent way. Netabout the funeral, the mourning, tie rose up to meet Edward Rider; the change of domestic habits in- not as the angry lover still fiercely volved, darted through Nettie's resentful of that rejection, which mind. It was a relief to her to was no rejection, but only a bare leap forward into these after-mat- and simple statement of necessity; ters. The immediate necessity be- not as the suitor of Miss Marjorifore her—the dreadful errand on banks; simply as the only creature which she must presently go to her in the world who could help her, or sister's bedside--the burst of wail- to whom she would delegate any ing and reproachful grief which all portion of her own hard but inevi.