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the hearty laugh echoed round the room ; when
one of the servants entered with a packet, which
a messenger had just delivered, with directions
that it should be given into the bridegroom's
own hands. The curiosity of all was excited,
and Otto was induced by their solicitations to
epsn the packet immediately; and, after re-
moving almost innumerable covers, heat length
produced a plain wooden drinking-cup, with a
silver rim, on which was engraved, "Present
de noces du Gueux. "

" Jaques!" cried Otto, kissing the cup with
emotion. Adelaide cast an inquiring eye at
her lover, and lifted up the cup to examine it
more nearly; but she had scarcely raised it
from the table when its unexpected weight
occasioning her to replace it rather smartly,
the bottom fell out, and discovered a rose-
coloured case, containing a pair of bracelets,
set in brilliants of the purest water and newest
fashion: the words, "a la belle epouse de mon
ami," were embroidered on the satin.

The surprise and curiosity on all sides may
be easily conceived. All the guests rose from
their seats, except the stranger, who remained
sitting with the most perfect indifference, and
an expression of countenance that almost ap-
peared to indicate contempt for what was going
forward. Otto, whose growing dislike to the
stranger was not lessened by this conduct,
measured him with an eye of indignation, and
allowed himself the more readily to be per-
suaded, by his bride and the other guests, to
satisfy their inquiries.

"Yes!" he began, a fine glow suffusing his
manly cheeks; "yes! I am not ashamed to
own it: a beggar Jaques is the worthy man's



name is my dearest friend; is, to express all
to you in a few words, the preserver of my life
and honour. However painful it may be to
me, on an occasion like the present, to accuse
myself of a youthful indiscretion, yet I shall
not hesitate to do so, as I cannot otherwise,
perhaps, do justice to the noble-minded Jaques,
whose marriage present shall ever be dear to
my heart, and the most valued ornament of
my Adelaide."

" Then let me wear it to-day," said the
lovely girl, with tremulous voice; and the
bracelets were quickly transferred from their
rose-coloured covering to the white satin of her
arms. Otto resumed, after a short pause :

" During my residence in Paris I was almost
daily in the habit of passing along the Pont
Neuf. At one end of the bridge, and generally
about the same spot, there sat a beggar, who, al-
though he seemed scarcely more than fifty, had
frequented the place upwards of thirty years,
and was commonly knoArn by the name of "old
Jaques." Not out of any feeling of compassion,
but merely because his general appearance
rather interested me, I threw a sous into his hat
as often as I chanced to pass near him. This
became at length so habitual to me that when-
ever I approached his station I put my hand
involuntarily into my pocket. He always
wished me every possible good chatted with
me, when I was at leisure, about the news of
the day even warned me now and then against
the dangers of the town; in short, in the course
of half-a-year, we stood together on the footing
of acquaintances, who, though of different rank,
are yet mutually pleased with each other.

" My time in Paris was spent very agreeably,
and I may flatter myself not altogether with-
out advantage. I lived as decently as my
means permitted, but never extravagantly,
till, a short time before my departure, my evil
stars brought me acquainted with some young
men who were addicted to gambling, and who,
by little and little, led me on to stake, first
small, and then large sums at play. The con-
sequence of this was as may be supposed : but
it was not until I had lost all my own money,
and had become deeply indebted to my sol-
disant friends, that I began seriously to reflect
on my situation.

" I immediately formed the resolution to
pause ere it was too late, and quit the capital
for ever, after discharging the debt which I
had contracted. I therefore wrote to my
father, requesting such a remittance as might
be necessary for this purpose: but that letter,
and several which I sent subsequently, re-
mained unanswered. My bills meanwhile be-



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THE BEGGAR'S MARRIAGE GIFT.



came due. I was forced to have recourse to
the assistance of usurers, and ruin stared me
in the face.

"Disheartened, gloomy, and silent, I now
passed Jaques without noticing him; his fixed
and earnest gaze became intolerable, and I
avoided the place where he stood. At length
I received the long-looked-for letters from
home; but instead of the remittances with
which I had hoped to silence the most clamor-
ous of my creditors, they brought me the in-
telligence of my father's death, after a short
illness, and announced the impossibility of
sending me more money than would barely
suffice for my travelling expenses. Nursed in
the lap of affluence, and unused to privation of
any sort, it may easily be supposed that I Avas
but little prepared for such news. The death
of my good father filled me with sorrow. The
involved situation of his affairs, which I now
learned for the first time, deprived me of all
hope for the future. The idea of having debts
which I could not discharge, and the prospect
of prison in a foreign land, threw me into
despair. The longer I considered, the more
did my situation appear utterly hopeless, till
at length, in a state of mind bordering on
frenzy, and with a determination which such
a state only could inspire, I walked out after a
sleepless night, and bent my course towards
the river. I was already within a few paces of
the Pont Neuf, when Jaques threw himself,
with greater importunity than usual, in my
way. I would not see him.

" 'One word, sir,' said he, in a tone of en-
treaty, and taking hold of the skirt of my coat.
' Leave me, old man,' said I, with forced com-
posure; 'to-day I have given all away.' He
guessed my meaning better than I intended
he should.

" ' By all that's sacred, my dear young mas-
ter!' said he solemnly, 'confide in me. What
has happened?'

"'What is that to thee?' I replied; 'thou
canst not help me.'

"'Who knows? only speak, sir! I cannot
rest until I learn what has so changed you.
Tell me the cause of your dejection.'

" 'Why, only a paltry thousand louis!' said
I, with a shrug.

"'And is that all? Good! I will lend them
to you.'

" 'You, Jaques! Good old man. you have
been drinking too freely this morning.'

" 'Well, only take the trouble of coming to
me to-night; and till then, I conjure you, do
nothing rashly.'

" The earnestness of his manner, the firm-



ness with which he spoke, and the reflection
that I could at any time carry my intention
into effect, brought my thoughts into another
channel, and induced me to yield to his re-
quest. Jaques gave me his address, in a remote
suburb, and I pledged my word of honour to
meet him there the same evening.

" Urged by curiosity more than by hope, I
appeared at the appointed time and place, and
found Jaques in a small but extremely clean
apartment, plain but neatly furnished; he now
wore a decent coat, and came forward to meet
me with a friendly look.

'"Consider all that you see here as your
own,' said he. ' I have neither child nor rela-
tion, and what I daily receive from the bene-
volent suffices for my own and my housekeeper's
wants. '

" Little as I had calculated on the old man's
assistance, yet this address appeared too ridi-
culous; and I was hesitating whether I should
consider him a fool or a madman, when he at
once put an end to my doubts; for, requesting
me to partake of the refreshments which he
had provided, he raised a part of the floor, and
brought from underneath a heavy wooden ves-
sel, which he placed with difficulty on the table.
On removing the lid, you may figure my as-
tonishment when I saw that it was filled to the
brim with gold pieces.

"'Help yourself, sir,' said he, smiling;
' here are about twelve hundred louis. It is
all I have by me in ready cash, but I soon can
procure more.'

" ' Do not mistake me,' continued my honest
Jaques, ' I am no common beggar, who drive
the trade from love of idleness, and cheat the
needy of the charitable gift of the compassion-
ate. I am of noble, though poor birth. Hav-
ing lost my parents early, I entered the army
in my sixteenth year, served under the great
Saxe, and if worthy of such a leader, let this
testify:' a cross of St. Louis lay on the heap of
gold. ' In my twentieth year a cannon-shot
carried away my right arm. I received my
discharge, and Avas thrown on the world desti-
tute and hopeless. Ignorant of any trade by
which I could gain a livelihood, and rendered
incapable of labour by the loss of my arm, I
abandoned myself to a profound melancholy,
which threw me into a long and severe illness.
When I recovered, my disappointed prospects,
and a sort of spite at the world, made me a
beggar. My youth and infirmities gained me
more compassion than I had expected; and I
soon earned not only my daily subsistence, but
became enabled to lay by a trifle daily, which
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THE BEGGAR'S MARRIAGE GIFT.



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sum. Out of this I assisted such of my com-
panions in misery as had been less fortunate
than myself in this calling, and thereby ac-
quired a sort of consideration amongst them,
but no disinterested attachment. This vexed
me. I adopted a foundling as my own child,
and began to live even more sparingly than
before, in order to make provision for him. I
had him carefully brought up and educated
till his sixteenth year, when a councillor was
pleased with the lad, and took him into his
service. This very boy FranQois, Francois,
how many tears have I shed on thy account !
soon began to consider it beneath him to be on
terms of intimacy with a beggar; and on the
same day that you first gave me an alms, he
had the cruelty to pass as if he did not know
me. He was ashamed of me of me, who at
that moment was begging to make him inde-
pendent. 'He heeds me not,' said I, and his
unnatural conduct drove all the blood to my
heart. ' Thou all-powerful Being ! give me
then another son. ' Scarcely had I uttered the
prayer when you approached, and threw, with
a compassionate look, a gift into my hat.'"

Otto was moved even to tears, and was forced
to make a pause.

" ' You will not be ashamed of me,' continued
Jaques. 'You are now unfortunate: make the
old beggar happy by accepting his assist-
ance. '

"You may easily imagine how I felt at this
moment. The wonderful intervention of Pro-
vidence to prevent the commission of a crime
at which I shudder ; the noble, I may say
the heavenly look of the good old man; but,
above all, my own dreadful situation, crowded
into my thoughts, and I did not hesitate to
avail myself of his generous offer. My inten-
tion of disclosing to him the cause of my em-
barrassments was needless, for he had already
informed himself of every particular.

" I allowed him to count out one thousand
louis, and then requested pen and ink, in
order to give him an acknowledgment for the
amount; but my benefactor would not hear a
word of this. ' Take,' said he, ' as much as
you require: and if you die,' added he, 'you
can pay me yonder! I want but little here.
You arc sent to me as a son, whether you will
or no; and you, at least, cannot deprive me of
the secret satisfaction of being your father.'

" 'Yes, father! preserver and father,' cried
I, falling on his bosom. ' Nature gave me one,
and when I lost him Heaven replaced him in
you.'

" I did not leave Jaques' cottage till a late
hour, when I returned home with a lightened



heart, and refreshing sleep once more visited
my eyelids.

"Early on the following day I paid off every
creditor, had another Ute-a-tcte. with Jaques,
and prepared immediately to quit France. My
first care, on arriving here, would most cer-
tainly have been to discharge this, which I
could truly call a debt of honour; but as he
had expressly required me at parting not to
think of this till after the end of a year, at
soonest, to give him, as he said, a proof of
confidence, I deferred doing so till very lately,
when, on repaying him his loan, I had the
satisfaction of acquainting him with my ap-
proaching union."

"And he shall be my father also," said Ade-
laide, pressing his hand: then rising, and fill-
ing the goblet with wine, " Let us drink to the
health of my worthy fathers John von Z
and Jaques the beggar."

Every one present pledged the toast with
enthusiasm, except the old stranger, who, still
evincing the most cutting indifference, pushed
his chair back, and hastily rose up, with a
countenance on which was written, in pretty
legible characters, "What a fuss about a beg-
gar!"

" Sir, you abuse the rights of hospitality!"
cried Otto angrily, and going up to the French-
man with the determination of making him
quit the apartment.

" Mon ami, ah, mon fils!" replied the old
man, with the tenderest expression, and remov-
ing at the same time the bandage from his left
eye, "now indeed I am satisfied that my choice
has not been misplaced. You have not been
ashamed to acknowledge the old beggar; your
lovely bride, too, has called me father. For
this alone have I undertaken a long journey,
and caused my carriage to be overturned at
your gate." He was now in his turn overcome;
all the guests crowded round him with praises
and caresses, and the grateful Otto, kissing his
Adelaide, called this the happiest day of his
life.

"Only allow me to pass my few remaining
years with you," added Jaques, as he drew
from his bosom a packet with his left hand, it
being now remarked by all that the right was
skilfully formed of wax. " There, my son, are
your papers back. I will never be a burden to
you. I have twelve hundred livres yearly of
rent, and all I request is a small apartment in
your house, or wheresoever else an honest beg-
gar may patiently await his end."

Otto tenderly embraced his adopted father,
and the wooden cup was frequently replenished
in the course of the evening.



LITTLE DAFFYDOWNDILLY.



DESCRIPTION OP A BEAUTY. 1

BY SIR JOHN SUCKLING.

The maid (and thereby hangs a tale)
For such a maid no Whitson-ale

Could ever yet produce :
No grape that's kindly ripe could be
So round, so plump, so soft as she,

Nor half so full of juice.

Her feet beneath her petticoat,
Like little mice, stole in and out,

As if they fear'd the light :
But, oh ! she dances such a way !
No sun upon the Easter-day

Is half so fine a sight.

Her cheeks so rare a white was on,
No daisy makes comparison

(Who sees them is undone) ;
For streaks of red were mingled there,
Such as are on a Cath'rine pear,

(The side that's next the sun.)

Her lips were red; and one was thin,
Compared to that was next her chin

Some bee had stung it newly.
But (Dick) her eyes so guard her face,
I durst no more upon them gaze

Than on the sun in July.

Her mouth so small, when she does speak,
Thou'dst swear her teeth her words did break,

That they might passage get;
But she so handled still the matter,
They came as good as ours, or better,

And are not spent a whit.



THE HOROLOGE.

Once, by the dusk light of an ancient hall,
I saw a Horologe. Its minutes fell
Upon the roused ear, with a drowsy knell,
That he who pass'd attended to the call.
I look'd : and lo ! five Antics over all.
One moved, and four were motionless. The one
Was scyth'd and bald-head Time; and he mow'd on,
Sweep after sweep and each a minute's fall.
The four were kings. Sceptres they bore and

globes

And ermined crowns. Before that old man dim
They stood, but not in joy. At sight of Time,
They had stiff enM into statues in their robes;
Fear-petrified. Let no man envy him
Who smiles at that grave Homily sublime !

THOMAS DOUBLEDAY.

1 From A Ballad upon a Wtdding.



LITTLE DAFFYDOWNDILLY.

BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.

Daffydowndilly was so called, because in his
nature he resembled a flower, and loved to do
only what was beautiful and agreeable, and
took no delight in labour of any kind. But,
while Daffydowndilly was yet a little boy, his
mother sent him away from his pleasant home,
and put him under the care of a very strict
schoolmaster, who went by the name of Mr.
Toil. Those who knew him best affirmed
that this Mr. Toil was a very worthy character;
and that he had done more good, both to
children and grown people, than anybody else
in the world. Certainly he had lived long
enough to do a great deal of good; for, if all
stories be true, he had dwelt upon earth ever
since Adam was driven from the garden of
Eden.

Nevertheless, Mr. Toil had a severe and ugly
countenance, especially for such little boys or
big men as were inclined to be idle; his voice,
too, was harsh; and all his ways and customs
seemed very disagreeable to our friend Daffy-
downdilly. The whole day long this terrible
old schoolmaster sat at his desk overlooking
the scholars, or stalked about the school-room
with a certain awful birch-rod in his hand.
Now came a rap over the shoulders of a boy
whom Mr. Toil had caught at play; now
he punished a whole class who were behind-
hand with their lessons; and, in short, un-
less a lad chose to attend quietly and con-
stantly to his book, he had no chance of
enjoying a quiet moment in the school-room
of Mr. Toil.

" This will never do for me," thought Daffy-
downdilly.

Now, the whole of Daffydowndilly's life had
hitherto been passed with his dear mother,
who had a much sweeter face than old Mr.
Toil, and who had always been very indulgent
to her little boy. No wonder, therefore, that
poor Daffydowndilly found it a woful change
to be sent away from the good lady's side, and
put under the care of this ugly-visaged school-
master, who never gave him any apples or
cakes, and seemed to think that little boys were
created only to get lessons.

" I can't bear it any longer," said Daffy-
downdilly to himself, when he had bei at
school about a week. " I'll run away, and try
to find my dear mother; and, at any rate, I
shall never find anybody half so disagreeable
as this old Mr. Toil."

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45



Daffydowndilly, and began his rambles about
the world, with only some bread and cheese for
his breakfast, and very little pocket-money to
pay his expenses. But he had gone only a
short distance when he overtook a man of grave
and sedate appearance, who was trudging at a
moderate pace along the road.

"Good morning, my fine lad," said the
stranger; and his voice seemed hard and severe,
but yet had a sort of kindness in it; "whence
do you come so early, and whither are you
going?"

Little DafFydowndilly was a boy of very
ingenuous disposition, and had never been
known to tell a lie in all his life. Nor did he
tell one now. He hesitated a moment or two,
but finally confessed that he had run away
from school, on account of his great dislike to
Mr. Toil, and that he was resolved to find some
place in the world where he should never see or
hear of the old schoolmaster again.

"Oh, very well, my little friend," answered
the stranger. " Then we will go together; for
I likewise have had a good deal to do with Mr.
Toil, and should be glad to find some place
where he was never heard of. "

Our friend DafFydowndilly would have been
better pleased with a" companion of his own
age, with whom he might have gathered flowers
along the roadside, or have chased butterflies,
or have done many other things to make the
journey pleasant. But he had wisdom enough
to understand that he should get along through
the world much easier by having a man of
experience to show him the way. So he ac-
cepted the stranger's proposal, and they walked
on very sociably together.

They had not gone far when the road passed
by a field where some haymakers were at work
mowing down the tall grass, and spreading it
out in the sun to dry. DafFydowndilly was
delighted with the sweet smell of the new-
mown grass, and thought how much pleasanter
it must be to make hay in the sunshine, under
the blue sky, and with the birds singing sweetly
in the neighbouring trees and bushes, than to
be shut up in a dismal school-room, learning
lessons all day long, and continually scolded
by old Mr. Toil. But in the midst of these
thoughts, while he was stopping to peep over
the stone wall, he started back and caught hold
of his companion's hand.

"Quick, quick!" cried he. "Let us run
away, or he will catch us!"

"Who will catch us?" asked the stranger.

"Mr. Toil, the old schoolmaster!" answered
DafFydowndilly. " Don't you see him amongst
the haymakers?"



And DafFydowndilly pointed to an elderly
man, who seemed to be the owner of the field,
and the employer of the men at work there.
He had stripped ofF his coat and waistcoat, and
was busily at work in his shirt-sleeves. The
drops of sweat stood upon his brow; but he
gave himself not a moment's rest, and kept
crying out to the haymakers to make hay
while the sun shone. Now, strange to say, the
figure and features of this old farmer were pre-
cisely the same as those of old Mr. Toil, who
at that very moment must have been just enter-
ing his school-room.

" Don't be afraid," said the stranger. "This
is not Mr. Toil the schoolmaster, but a brother
of his, who was bred a farmer; and people say
he is the most disagreeable man of the two.
However, he won't trouble you, unless you
become a labourer on the farm."

Little DafFydowndilly believed what his
companion said, but was very glad, neverthe-
less, when they were out of sight of the old
farmer, who bore such a singular resemblance
to Mr. Toil. The two travellers had gone but
little further when they came to a spot where
some carpenters were erecting a house. DafFy-
downdilly begged his companion to stop a mo-
ment; for it was a pretty sight to see how
neatly the carpenters did their work, with their
broad-axes and saws, and planes and hammers,
shaping out th doors, and putting in the
window-sashes, and nailing on the clap-boards;
and he could not help thinking that he should
like to take a broad-axe, a saw, a plane, and a
hammer, and build a little house for himself.
And then, when he should have a house of his
own, old Mr. Toil would never dare to molest
him.

But just while he was delighting himself
with this idea, little DafFydowndilly beheld
something that made him catch hold of his
companion's hand all in a fright,

"Make haste! Quick, quick!" cried he.
" There he is again."

"Who?" asked the stranger, very quietly.

" Old Mr. Toil," said DafFydowndilly, trem-
bling. "There! he that is overseeing the car-
penters. 'Tis my old schoolmaster, as sure as
I'm alive!"

The stranger cast his eyes where DafFydown-
dilly pointed his finger, and he saw an elderly
man, with a carpenter's rule and compasses in
his hand. This person went to and fro about
the unfinished house, measuring pieces of tim-
ber, and marking out the work that was to be
done, and continually exhorting the other car-
penters to be diligent. And wherever he turned
his hard and wrinkled visage, the men seemed



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to feel that they had a taskmaster over them,
and sawed, and hammered, and planed as if
for dear life.

"Oh, no! this is not Mr. Toil the school-
master," said the stranger. " It is another
brother of his, who follows the trade of car-
penter. "

" I am very glad to hear it," quoth Daffy-
downdilly: "but, if you please, sir, I should
like to get out of his way as soon as pos-
sible."

Then they went on a little further, and soon
heard the sound of a drum and fife. Daffy-
downdilly pricked up his ears at this, and
besought his companion to hurry forward that
they might not miss seeing the soldiers. Ac-
cordingly, they made what haste they could,
and soon met a company of soldiers, gaily
dressed, with beautiful feathers in their caps,
and bright muskets on their shoulders. In
front marched two drummers and two fifers,
beating on their drums and playing on their
fifes with might and main, and making such
lively music that little Daffy downdilly would
gladly have followed them to the end of the
world. And if he was only a soldier, then, he
said to himself, old Mr. Toil would never ven-
ture to look him in the face.

" Quick step! Forward, march.!" shouted a
gruff voice.

Little Daffydowndilly started in great dis-
may; for this voice which had spoken to the
soldiers sounded precisely the same as that
which he had heard every day in Mr. Toil's



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