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his eye, in spite of itself, fell upon a por- “this is the most important event of tentous “ Beware!"
your life !" It was enough: he hurried on as Lankey did not deny it. though the devil were at his back. And “It involves the destiny,” continued although now and then accosted by a the stranger, “ the destiny, I say, of you Bowery Boy with a rough hand, and run and your posterity to the latest generaagainst in token of affectionate recogni- tion. tion by a big vagabond, Lankey, all The proposition was laid down and things considered, made good speed; no one opposed it. and, before he well knew it, was out “Whether the hopes of mankind are upon the Avenue; and then he began to to be blighted by the course you shall quake.
adopt to-night, remains to be seen!" He had not gone many steps in this It did. direction when an arm was quietly thrust “ Remains to be seen,” he resumed; into his own; and he found himself “And how far you are worthy of the marching abreast of a stranger. He trust reposed in you—" looked around. The stranger was a Their noses were close together; and short man in a dusty coat, with a red, they watched each other like dogs. blossomy nose. What was the stran- By the confiding and generous ger's business with Lankey Fogle ? Joseph.”
There was a mighty din upon the Av- Lankey Fogle seized his hand. enue, and it was not easy to tell. The “I understand you,” said Lankeyhard riders were coming in from Har- “ enough said !" lem, and the road roared with the spin- The stranger buttoned his coat and ning of wheels, and the air was thick went into a small pot-house by the roadwith flying dust. There were men, side. Lankey Fogle took the road solitary, in little gossamer-built sulkies, again, as far as Cato's, and was forced who seemed borne along on the air it- to go in: it was not the Cato's of inself: and men in couples in light wag. fancy, the Cato’s governed by that ons; and hard-drinking parties of four venerable and worthy and dusky man, in barouches; and gentlemen far gone in his little cropped pate and clean in close coaches ; all in tremendous apron: when stages from far countries speed as if some great event were com- (Rye, and Saw pitts, and Danbury, and ing off immediately, a mile or two Cross River), came jingling, with their ahead, and they bound to be there at the merry chains, to the door; the driver disperil of their lives. Then they were mounted, and the inside gentlemen dismightily bothered by men on horseback, mounted, and there was a mighty bringwho taking each the footpath at the side ing out of lemonade and crackers and of the road, laid themselves out on their sugar-biscuit to be tendered in the most horses and swept everything clean be- gallant style, to the green-veiled beauties fore them. Then by great lumbering within. No, no, that Cato's was gone butcher-boys, who, on shambling cart- away; a great grave had been digged for horses, came down the Avenue in troops, that a clean white cloth had been spread allowing themselves to be tossed about over it, and it was buried beyond resurthe road like so many hulks fallen into rection. That Cato's had been launched an eddy they could not manage; scram- on the stream of time and had gone bling hay-carts, with the hay off, return- backward, like an ark of peace and coming, and running their scraggy poles fort, and true jollity, sailing to whence it and shelving into the ribs of travellers, could not return. But there stood the without the slightest reference to utility great white Tower over the way; reor ornament.
proaching it silently for parting compaSo, with all they had a hard time of ny: for tavern and tower they had it, Lankey and the stranger. But they known each other from the corner stone: had got by this time at the cross-road and Lankey Fogle hurried in, for he that strikes off to Cato’s ; and there be thought the old Tower somehow or other gan to be prospect of conversation; and stooped his back to the very door of the happy that there was, for Lankey Fogle new Cato's, to see what kind of nonsense was smarting for it.
could be going on there now that the “ Sir!" said the stranger, turning old soul was gone. full upon Lankey at a point where they Lankey called for a small toddy, hotbegan to have a glimpse of the Tower, and-hot.
The landlord brought it himself. hind him; it was the city leaving off its
"A queer night this,” said the land- work, with a cheer. There was a lord.
mighty blaze in the sky; the city lightLankey Fogle took a long pull. ing up for the night. How green the grass “ A skimmery shimmery night, sir,” was !-how it sparkled and winked and pursued the landlord.
laughed in the clear moonshine ! But Another pull toward the bottom. there was a shadow on it now-a huge
“The Shot-Tower has been busy as a shadow, made neither by man, nor house, bee all day to day; and such a singing nor tree : it was the dark side of the old as he's kept up!"
Shot-Tower ; and when Lankey looked Lankey Fogle admitted it by his man- up, how wickedly and wilfully, cool and ner of setting down the glass.
self-possessed, that old white ghost of a He went out very quietly, winking at Tower held himself! Not inquisitive, the landlord in a sleepy way; at which nor overbearing, but scandalously calm the landlord, in turn, shook his head. and indifferent. Lankey Fogle was As he got into the road again, a great alarmed, much more than if he had hay-cart was passing, so high piled up, pitched himself head-foremost into Lanthat the moon now abroad, seemed to be key's waistcoat, and offered downright sleeping in its top among the fresh-mown fight; and when he saw in its shadow blades. His heart sunk within him. a figure leaning down and delving the He entered the great gate at the Mount earth—he leaped the fence! Was it to Vernon school, where the trotting-course keep his appointment, or fly from it? used to be. He passed throngh the Whichever it was, who could blame orchard. There was a great shout be- him ?
THE BALLAD OF DON RODERICK.
BY S. WALLACE CONE.
“My daughter,” quoth Count Julian, “ Need must that I should go
“Out, out on thee, Florinda--what folly, girl, is this?
But lo! a plump of lances, with banners waving high,
The warder gave the signal of foes approaching near, Upstarted then Florinda, and dashed away the tear. “What garrison is left us?” “ Lady, but twenty men !" “ Away and man the ramparts! We'd meet them tho' but ten!"
“But with such odds, dear lady, is sure defeat and cheap !".
Begone! Count Julian's castle, Count Julian's child will keep. Hang out our house's banner. Twenty! we need no more ; And wo betide the craven who fails in his devoir !" Before the castle's barrier his rein the foremost drew, And deftly on his bugle a peaceful summons blew. “Now wherefore come yon lances, Sir Knight ?” the lady cried, “ And what may be your purpose in hostile guise that ride ?"
“ Hostile ! nay trust me, lady, 'tis but our guise is so ;-
Right joyfully cried Cava—“ Sir Knight, my father's hall
The monarch and his nobles, with love and courtesy,
The gaping wound together she with her fingers pressed,
And night and day together with eye that never slept,
It was upon the morning of John the Baptist's day,
“ The shaft it pierced my bosom, alack! thy lovely eyes
“What," cried the shuddering maiden, “Is thus my care repaid ?
“Oh king! oh king! bethink thee, Count Julian's good right hand
“Come," quoth the monarch, smiling, “no more, no more delay!
Dark scowled the haughty monarch—he seized with ruthless hand,
Oh! when Count Julian heard it, a vengeful man was he ;
“I was thy truest soldier, I am thy deadliest foe;
Pour forth thy dusky legions and sweep from shore to shore !
Fly! fly, thou false king Roderick ! Fly, fly, ye men of Spain !
It was upon the morning before the field of shame,
Now cursed be the hour Count Julian turned to go