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thrust through the swollen breast, the vessels that Slowly and steadily the number was diminished supplied nutriment for her babe and those which and the circle narrowed. Leitus was the last. returned the vital Auid to her heart emptying Calliste survived all others; and only a moment their tides together; the crushed and mangled before her fall
, Eugathes sank down fainting form of the fair-haired boy stretched beside the and dying from the loss of blood. Leitus stiffened corpse of his powerful antagonist; the struggled a few moments alone, when the enemy, dead maiden steeped in a pool of blood, wbich with
a rush and a shout, closed in on every side, had saturated all her garments and clotted upon and the grand old man fell pierced by a dozen her hair, with her band resting upon the handle spears. The bloody field was left without a of the dagger concealed in her bosum.
disputant to the allies. The survivors of the Kathari, numbering only After the necessary dispositions for the care a score of persons, among whom were Leitus, of the wounded were made, the allied army Astropus, Calliste, and Eugathes, now drew proceeded to the city. The gates were found close together and formed themselves in a heavily barred, but undefended. There was .circle, their backs inward and their faces out. A uubroken silence within. An engine was brought stream of blood was flowing down from the tem- forward for forcing the entrance. Just as under ple of Leitus through his grey beard. Astropus its last crashing blows the gates flew open, a was wounded in many places. The face and bright flame was seen bursting through the hands and garments of Calliste were besmeared roof of the Temple, which soon enveloped the with blood and dust. Eugathes was bleeding whole building. The fire communicated quickly frightfully from a wound in the side. And all to the adjoining buildings, and spread rapidly the others of that little band bore marks of the from house to house along and across the naro furious conflict through which they had passed. row streets. As it advanced a strong wind
They stood in calm despair confronting the sur- sprang up, which made the flames seem to go rounding enemy in every direction, and expend- running and leaping in their progress. Flakes ing their remaining strength in blows which of fire were whirled about in every direction, still held their assailants long at bay, and kindling new fires in every part of the city, until exacted additional price in blood for the already the whole was one vast conflagration. Katharia dear-bought victory. As one and another of was reduced to ashes and blackened ruins, from their number sank down from exhaustion or which it never arose. The sacrifice was como fell by the weapons of the enemy, the spaces plete—a holocaust on the altar of freedom. were closed by the contraction of the circle.
OVER THE HILLS TO THE RACES,
I am not a sporting character, to begin with, in “tips;" and I have not yet seen “Flying to tell the truth, I should be very sorry if any- Scud." one took me for such; for I am afraid that, out Not that I see any objection to horseof every twenty " horsey” people, nineteen at racing in itself, though ii is an amusement that least are either blacklegs, cheats, rooks, gam. I care very little about; but the misery, the blers, welchers, and card-sharpers on the one ruin, the crimes that are often the result of hand, and innocent, would-be-fast, easily- " backing " horses, should be a warning to keep plucked pigeons on the other; while, perhaps, anyone, whose senses are in the slightest way in every twenty there may be one individual beyond his control, away altogether from the who takes an interest in that "noble animal” turf, and everything connected with racing. the horse, quite independent of betting-and I was staying at a Kentish town by the sea, cheating—which are the principal amusements where the only drawbacks to enjoyment were of most people who take to the turf.
the cold north winds and the continual rains ; My racing experiences are not very numerous. in fact, it being too cold to sit indoors, outdoor I am notin thohabit of frequenting certain "par- existence was a continual tramping from one lours," where prize-fighters, jockeys, and sport- end of the town to the other and back again ; ing celebrities of all kinds attract a class of and when evening approached, places of amuse, people who might make a much better use of ment came as a great relief. For days I had their time, I have never been to Ascot. I see seen bills about the town stating that the TrotBell's Life and the Sporting News about twice- tingcover races would take place on a certain a-year, and then I generally turn to the column Wednesday in September, and that frequent devoted to theatrical matters. I do not believe trains would run to Trottingcoveri Having
nothing better to do, I thought I might as well the direction of the race-course, I linger yet go, though I cared about as much for the races awhile in the oldest quarter of the old town, as some working-men do for Reform. When thinking how very old it must be, and what the Wednesday came, for a wonder it was a fine generations of people have lived and died within morning; and I was rather surprised, on reach its walls and gates—when it had walls and gates ing the station, to find nothing in the shape of a -and within their ruins when they became crowd, and only some dozen people going to ruins-like us, and yet unlike us: the same the races. As the train (I suppose an engine feelings, the same joys and the and three carriages can be called a train ?) went sorrows that we have; and yet in dress, rather slowly through the sunlit autumn-tinted manners, and ideas almost
if they landscape, a feeling came over me that I was belonged to & different race altogether. going to enjoy myself that day-at all events Children growing up, and thinking what a everything about 'me and my surroundings wonderful world lies before them, happy in the seemed to encourage such an idea. The weather present, through golden dreams of that existwas fine, and, better still, it had every appear- ence, with its mysterious pleasures, which will ance of keeping fine all-day; so that there was no be theirs when they are older ; young men full fear of having to plod across muddy fields and of ambitious dreams, regarding the future, lanes in the rain, getting miserable and which most likely end in their settling down as having one's clothes spoilt at the same time. quiet, repectable Trottingcover tradesmen after My boots fitted comfortably, for a wonder, all; maidens troubling their heads about little and that was a great thing ; for wandering con- else than their finery and their lovers ; middletinually over sand and shingle had so deluged age, prosperous, self-satisfied, and with a sort and mangled my “poor feet," that I was begin- of idea that to be Mayor of Trottingcover would ning to fear I should soon have to give up realize the highest dreams of the most ambitious walking altogether. Having retired early the dreamers; and very old age, retired from busiprevious night (nothing like early hours, after ness, no longer taking any interest in public all), I felt perfectly wide awake, and, above all, affairs, pottering, doddering, reading the Bible I was in exceedingly good spirits, having cast through horn-spectacles, and fearing that its away for a time the troubles and annoyances of life has scarcely been spent in accordance with every-day life-for we all of us who make the the laws laid down therein; and then the 80slightest use of our faculties, mental and bo- lemn journey to the old cathedral, and the six dily, are troubled with numerous petty cares and feet of earth in the tree-covered burial-ground; worries, which often nothing but departure for and, lastly, after a few years, forgotten, even by a time from the ordinary routine of existence name, except, perhaps, by some chance wanwill drive away.
derer among the tombs, who might stop for a Nature was still bright and cheerful when the moment and wonder what the person was like train reached Trottingcover. By the sea it had whose remains lie under his feet. And the been cold and windy; here the sun was shining same thing over and over again until we come brilliantly over the trees and distant hop to the present time. Truly there is nothing gardens; birds sang in the blackberry-covered new under the sun! hedges, and the perfumes of sweet-smelling Going in the same direction in which everyflowers filled the air-in fact, it was summer one seems to be going, I find myself in the come back for a few hours, as it generally does market-place, and in the midst of life and bustle. once or twice during the latter end of autumn, Waggonettes, crowded inside and out, are startas if it wished to give us something bright and ing quickly one after the other for the Rodshem pleasant to think about in the long winter Downs--the place where the races are to be months, when summer-time seems as unreal as held—their drivers taking every passer-by for a a dream.
likely “fare," and plaguing them accordingly. Trottingcover is a cathedral town, which has Hoarse-voiced men are trying to sell “K'rect been a town ever since the Romans taught the cards,” which yokels on the top of waggonettes ancient Britons that living in houses was pre. buy, and study attentively, as if they were used ferable to dwelling in huts. Almost retired to such literature--though I have some doubts from active service, it seems as if it led a as to whether they understand anything about it. dreamy, drowsy sort of existence, being quite As it is yet early, and a fine morning, I think content with the laurels it won in youth and that perhaps it would be better to walk. A pomiddle age, and well knowing that, however old liceman tells me that the Rodshem Downs are and useless it may become in future ages, it will three miles distant from the market-place. A be always loved and venerated on account of its driver, thinking by such information to get me glorious past. As it is yet early, I wander for a "fare," shouts out that it is more than about the stone-paved city, past quaintly-built five! I find the distance to be about four wooden houses-looking like toy-houses, or miles. It seems that a great many people are houses in a Shakesperian revival—from which going to walk, so I shall have plenty of comhang banners in honour of the race-week. Out pany on the road; and, when I have left the of these houses come provincials dressed in their city of Trottingcover behind, I find the highSunday-best, and making the town look, as they road full of carts and carriages of all descripwalk in procession one after the other, liké tions, reminding me of Kennington and ClapSunday morning. Instead of following them in ham on the morning of the Derby-day. Plea
sant country, too. Stately-looking country for the bar. But although the “Cat” was a gentlemen's houses, with the large old-fashioned licensed public-house, professing to give entergardens and orchards; and tiny cottages, half- tainment for man and beast, I could find nothing hidden in greenery, which it is pleasant to like a bar, tap, or public-room of any description, imagine as the abodes of innocence and happi- though I wandered all over the ground floor; ness—though most likely such is by no means and at last began to think whether I had not the case! So I think while resting on the sum- made a mistake and entered a private house, like mit of a rather steep hill, which I have just as the two gentlemen in “She Stoops to Conquer.” cended, and which commands a view of lately At last I found myself in what looked like the emptied cornfields and distant hop-gardens for back-kitchen, and saw an old Irishwoman many a mile around. Climbing this hill was busily cutting-up bread and cheese, which she rather a change from the monotony of the level was arranging in numerous portions on the bare high road: but I am not at all pleased, on de- floor; no doubt expecting some hungry guests, scending the other side, to find that another hill, who would not be over particular as to the state just as steep, lies before me; and when I reach of their food. Asking for a glass of ale, she the top, I find it is the same thing over again. gave me some out of a water-can, and, exIn fact, the walk from Trottingcover to the pressing a wish to sit down, I was shown into Rodshem Downs is one continued climbing a small room, near the front-door, luxuriously up hills and descending into valleys, making furnished with two chairs and an old Dutch the distance twice as far as an even road would clock, and nothing else. The clock had stopped have been.
at 1.25, and, by the cobwebs about its hands Feeling somewhat tired after the hills (I was and face, it had not been going for some time: never very good at that sort of thing, and have and I wondered whether it was days, weeks, or not the slightest wish to be a mountaineer, ex. months ago when that Dutch clock came to a cept, perhaps, to wear the picturesque dress), I dead stop at 1.25; and what was going on in think I have earned a right to rest somewhat, the “ Cat” at the time. and am not at all sorry to see, just through a Lighting my pipe, I sit here for nearly half turnpike-gate, a large old-fashioned, white an-hour, enjoying the rest and the sunshine fronted inn, with the sign of the “Cat”; and struggling through the dusty window-panes, the “Cat” was the fulfilment of a sort of and watching the people who pass by without, waking dream dreamt by me some months be on their way to the races. The door of the fore.
room is wide open, and I can see right into a People who saw, and have not forgotten, room the other side of the passage, and in that " Little King Pippin,” at Drury-lane, may room is a man, of the hop-picking tribe, fast recollect a country “set” in the harlequinade; asleep, with his hands and arms sprawling on a and at the left of that scene (it would be R. in table, seemingly unconscious that anything unthe stage-directions) stood a public-house, with usual is taking place about him; for people the sign of the “Tim Bobbin.” It was a well- are now quickly entering and crowding the inn, painted scene, and, during the months of De- and the “Cat” is, no doubt, doing more business cember and January, gave pleasant thoughts in that one morning than it has done altogether of summer-time in the country. Somehow since last race-day-a year ago. that scene haunted me, with the idea that I leave the “ Cat," and the highroad is now someday I should behold such a scene in all alive with country folks going to the races. reality. Some months had passed. Most likely Vehicles of every imaginable description pass the scenery at Drury-lane had been washed out, by, in rapid succession; ancient-looking carpainted over, or obliterated in some way or the riages, belonging to country gentlemen of other long before the day of which I am writing, the old school; fast-looking drags, owned but it lived in my memory, and I felt confident by their younger neighbours; convenient onethat I should see it again. And, lo and behold, horse chaises, driven by well-to-do Trottinghere it was ! The country-inn, with its pro- cover tradesmen; public conveyances of all minent signboard and bench underneath on the kinds, from four-wheeled open carriages, chargieft (R. on the stage), the cage (or what looked ing two shillings each person, to lumbering just like the cage) on the opposite side of the seatless waggons (maybe coal-carts on ordinary way, and the grouping of the country scenery days), willing to give anyone a lift in return for
n the back.ground, made an almost faithful a drop of something for the driver; long-putcnpy of the stage-picture. So much was the away stage-coaches brought out just for the oeality mixed-up with the illusion that I should occasion, and so crowded, both inside and out, srarcely have been surprised to have seen Har- that it was a wonder the whole concern did not lequin and Columbine doing a "trip” in the fall to pieces; equestrians, some riding thorough: middle of the road, or Clown and Pantaloon brede, others holding on to hired hacks, and ill-treating the passers-by and bundling them being told by unadmiring wayfarers to get inall into the cage.
side and pull down the blinds; and "ugly Considering the distance I had to come, and donkey-carts," of every size and build. One the heat of the weather, I thought there could carter has given a lift to an Italian organ-man, be no harm in entering the “Cat,” and resting with several children (fancy the “musicianer" for a short time; so I went through the open grinding the organ with an infant clinging to door into a dark passage, and began to search his neck), who played all the way; so that the
people in the cart, "like the lady who rode a, i ing about it as if it were something pleasant to cock-horse, have music wherever they goes” (bad think of; and even now whilst I am writing I grammar somewhere). And when I say that have but to close my eyes for a moment and I mixed with the crowd are gipsies, “Vesuvian see the whole picture of the Trottingcover Races merchants," wandering minstrels, niggers, blind before me, just as if the “carpenter's scene" fiddlers, and beggars of every calling, you will had been drawn back and discovered the have some idea of the scene which I am attempt. race-course “set” in “ Flying Scud.” It is a ing to describe.
miniature Derby, with a miniature grand-stand Soon I reach a strange little village, which I and all. am told is called Arch. Here they are keeping Of course there is a betting " ring,” peopled it up in a style of their own, for the Rodshem by the usual seedy-looking customers, bawling Downs are only a mile off now, and everyone themselves hoarse, apparently for no purpose. seems to make Arch a few minutes' resting. Then there is the man who stands in a chaise, place before they ascend the last and longest and offers a shilling and a gold ring for sixpence hill. Prudent people descend from their car- (or some equally generous bargain); but the riages and carts, intending to leave them in the rustics are too sharp to be easily taken in, nowstables of the Arch publicans until the evening. a-days, and prefer opening their mouths wide And it is feeding-time. Enterprising tradesmen and staring at the man selling a gold ring and a (no matter what their line of business) have be- shilling for sixpence (of course for a wager), to come provision merchants for the occasion, and opening their pockets or their purses. To the have filled their windows with saveloys, black left are a row of refreshment-tents, the propuddings, stale penny-rolls, and last week's prietors of which, of course, will charge at least pastry. I, for one, pass by these luxuries with three times as much as anything is worth, and out being tempted, and begin to climb the last sell the smallest of small ale (worth, in my estihill,
mation, a halfpenny a pot at the most) as Bass's Here I must mention an episode which caused bottled-ale, at sixpence a bottle. Further down me some amusement, though such an admission a “ha-ha” separates the course from the grounds only proves my want of feeling. When I left of a nobleman's country-house, and the nobleTrottingcover I noticed, just before me, a girl man's guests are sitting in a row, on a form, of about nineteen, in a red Colleen Bawn cloak; like school-children learning their lessons out most likely the daughter of some Trottingcover in the open air for a treat. tradesman, evidently too respectable-looking to On the opposite side of the course carriages go to the races by herself, and yet she hurried and other conveyances are falling into line, the on as if she were afraid of not getting there in latest arrivals struggling to get good places, time. I overtook her. While I was resting at whilst the drivers quarrel and pass complithe “ Cat” she passed the window, and now I mentary remarks amonget themselves, as drivers see her before me, almost at the top of the hill. and their fraternity generally do. The course A stern-looking middle-aged man coming from itself is full of people, of all kinds and of every the other way suddenly stops her, and
class-gentlemen who have country-houses in “ Why where on earth are you going to, the neighbourhood, and are determined to be Belinda ?”
pleased with the races because it is their races, Only to have a look at the races, father," to get up which they have been spending both she answers, in a frightened voice.
time and money for months beforehand; snobs He turns her round, somewhat roughly, and who would make people believe that they are hurries her down the bill, back towards Trot- accustomed to such places as Epsom and Ascot, tingcover, and for some moments I can hear and are only present just to patronize the place; him saying :
negro minstrelsy getting exceedingly hot over “Go to races! You go to races, indeed! “Babylon is falling” and “When Johnny comes I have a good mind to say you shall never go marching home;" vendors of cheap jewellery, out by yourself again, as long as you live.” whose alluring wares make parsimonious yokels
If ever anybody was sold, it was that girl in wish they had left their sweethearts at home; the red Colleen Bawn cloak!
elderly females, in last-century fashions, whó It still wanted some time before the horse- make strange exclamations at the crowd and racing commenced; so I had a good opportunity everything else ; cheap Jacks doing their best of becoming acquainted with the geography of to rival Doctor Dulcamara ; gipsies, hoppers, the “ course." Some scenes visible one day are and beggars are mixed up with the numerous almost forgotten the next, when we are far ordinary pedestrians who are waiting to see the away from them, and in a short time fade from races on the Rodshem Downs. our memories altogether; others, insignificant When, after a great many false starts, the as may be the circumstances connected with first race is run, it is not such a very grand them, seem to appear clearer before our“mind's affair after all. Some half-dozen jockeys lazily eyes” as the distance increases between the riding some half-dozen horses, at what they present and the time we made their acquaint- themselves might have called a quick pace, ance. There was nothing particular about the about a quarter of a mile from the startingRodshem Downs to make the place one of the point, one of them the same distance ahead all "green spots” in “ Memory's waste;" and yet, the time; and then back again, the same horse many a time and oft have I found myself thinks on first, and finally winning the stakes. Then half an-hour's interval, during which time move at once in the direction of Trottingcover. I the betting-men, niggers, and refreshment-tent am rather tired after wandering about allday under keepers reap little harvests, and then another the hot sun, so I think there will be no harm in race-and then races and reaping little harvests, having a pint of ale and half-an-hour's rest beby turns, for the rest of the day. No one fore I begin the journey back. Soon I think it seemed to know the names of the horses, and would have been wiser to have left the course no one seemed to want to be informed. We while it was yet broad daylight; for I have no crowded against the ropes when a race was on, sooner settled down in a quiet corner than some and then listened to the niggers.
fifty hoppers of the lowest class roll into the Getting somewhat tired of all this I wandered tent, and when a man, who has evidently seen to where the carriages were drawn up in lines better days, begins to play the “Captive” polka three or four deep. Here was the scene of on the violin, they all hegin dancing like so Frith, R.A.'s “Derby Day' all over again, the many maniacs, reminding me of the people in only difference being the many changes in the fairy-story who were compelled to dance fashionable costume which even the few years i whenever the charmed violin should be played. since 1858 have brought about. A wandering The waiter, who seemed to have entirely lost the improvisatore, accompanying himself on a guitar, use of his left side, is prevailed upon to join the sings an impromptu song about the peoples dancers-anything but a pleasant spectacle, and around him, not forgetting to bring in the swells, presently they fall down of a heap, the waiter who seem to be rather flattered than otherwise underneath. I hear the man say afterwards at such somewhat questionable notoriety; for that they tripped him up on purpose, and their names are associated with most mysterious emptied his pockets before he could get on his "goings on.” His wife collects the coppers feet again. Presently a young man, looking like and indulges in music-hall melodies, her favour the conventional stage countryman, who sits near ite ones being "A Motto for every Man,” and me, and will talk, being particularly anxious to “ The Calico Printer's Clerk,” which I hear her let me know that he is not one of “ those hop: sing at least a dozen times each during the pers," but a regular farm-labourer, born and day. Racing, like love and poverty, levels all. reared in the district. Presently he says, all of Gentlemen, who would swear at a beggar who a sudden: might ask for a halfpenny, are here seen “Do you know Puddy Green?” clinking champagne glasses with niggers, gipsies, Thinking he might have been to London and or any roughs who choose to loaf around their found his way to Evans's, I said : carriages. Subject for an artist with moral “You mean Paddy Green, I suppose ?”. tendencies: ragged men and women leaning "No, Puddy Green; I was thinking that he against carriages, drinking expensive wines, out might be your father.” of rarely cut glasses, and talking to elegantly- * Whatever makes you think 80?” I asked, dressed ladies and gentlemen, as if they all moved rather surprised. in the same society.
Why, he wears a coat just like yours, and Picture the Second: The same scene. Win- | that made me think he was your father." ter. Ground covered with snow, and rain and Rather a strange way of guessing relationship; mist falling: Ragged men and women-more but I had had enough of the tent, and, as I lest, ragged and dirty than ever-wending their the rustic was muttering to himself—"Two weary way to the nearest workhouse, the only coats alike-they can't belong to different famihope, in their present miserable state, being the lies.” prospect of a meal of toke and skilly. Question During the short time I had passed in that for a Political Economist : If the worth of the select society of hop-pickers, the scene in front of wine which such people drink like water at the tent had undergone an entire change, and a races and such places were only given to them stranger just coming to the place would have instead, and they used it with prudence, would only known by a few refreshment tents and some the Unions become overcrowded at the first ap- countrymen talking over the events of the day proach of inclement weather? I am particularly that he was on a race-course. amused at what is taking place in a pony-chaise. rain, I thought I would ride back to TrottingPapa, on the box, is shaking hands with “ all cover; but everything in the shape of a convey. sorts of people," and fine-lady-daughters inside ance had left the place; so as it was nearly dark, are disgusted accordingly. At last one of them, and there were several suspicious-looking chaunable to keep silent any longer, says, loud racters loitering about, I commenced walking enough to be heard where I am standing, down the first hill as quickly as I could. When and that is some distance from the chaise, I reached Arch the rain was falling in large drops, " Papa, I am quite ashamed of you; one would and
black clouds were looming in the distance
. think you had known these people all your life. The public-houses were overcrowded with solWhat would mamma say if she knew it?" diers (who, strange as it seems, considering To which papa, who is deep in sherry, only their very limited incomes
, always muster in replies, “Nonsense, my dear: its race-time ; large numbers at anything at all approaching as if races were an excuse for anything! At about half-past five the last race is run, and to spend, and ale to drink); and places of shelter
to a merry-making, and have plenty of money then horses, carriages, and people - all seem to being "few and far between," I was glad to
As it looked like