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Tidd,” says her ladyship, when all are length, after ten years' absence, Sir Walter there,
your first duty is to attend Miss determines upon his final return to England ; Gordon to her new rooms—rooms, I am sorry his health fails, and he is willing to see his to say, from which she has been detained too aged relative before she die. But this latter long; when you have done this, return.” wish is not effected. She dies from sheer de
The menial, conscious that her game is up, cay some weeks before, and is buried with doggedly obeys—and would not return, but unostentatious simplicity. The codicil to her that she is followed and compelled.
will bears beautiful testimony to simple worth. Now,” says the aged lady, when all are “Robbed,” it says, “ by hirelings in my old again assembled, “it is my pleasure and will, age, I took, at first perhaps from selfish mothat the man and woman calling themselves tives, a young stranger to my roof, and found my steward and housekeeper, depart from my in her peace and truth. It will be seen that house in the morning-never again to re-enter. I provide handsomely for her ; but nothing To-night they will not be suffered to go, nor can ever repay her earnest truth—her sterling in the morning, till their effects are searched honor-her daughter-like, unselfish affection. by the police, who are in attendance. For I bless God for the peace she brought beneath years, whilst eating my bread, they have been the roof it is my wish she never leave; though defrauding me; for years they have been rob- of this Sir Walter will know more in my pribing the lips of the poor, whom I supposed I vate testament.” was befriending ; for years they have been Sir Walter is expected by the overland route; lying away good names. My lawyer, my and tidings of Lady Chauncy's death, as well chaplain, and the police, will attend to the
as many private documents, are sent to await rest. Further words from me, they have him at Southampton.
Janet remains alone at none."
the hall—not knowing what to do—till his With this the lady bows and slowly goes. return decide her future course ; for in any of In the morning, the T'idd and Tippins' effects his letters he has never hinted love or marare duly examined, and so wonderfully reduced riage; and she is too pure and too honorin bulk, as to be compressible in a small box. able to suppose his promise alluded to more They then depart, through the little postern than friendship, or that he would wed one so door; and minus, this time, of appetizing humble as herself. One day, whilst thus pergrapes, well-roasted chicken, and delicate plexed, Archie comes over to see her. He sherry.
brings good news.
The old clerk's prophecy As they go down the avenue, they meet has been fulfilled; he has been made junior Janet's “followers ;" and in a cart farther partner in the great merchant-house, and will on they see a picture-case, and chest contain- have a home for Janet if she need it. Accoming books, which, in their day of law, were panying him a little way across the park on not permissible of ingress to Chauncy Manor. his return to town, she does not, till she
That night the ancient lady comes up to see comes back, and is near her favorite terrace, the picture hung—the books set forth. recollect that this is the last night of June,
That night the daughter prays before that and ten years since Sir Walter went away. noble picture for newer faith, newer truth, He is a strange wayward man; and will he newer love; and that peace may still wait upon fancy, if in England, to come to-night? She her footsteps.
goes onwards to the old seat, wishing to make Last thing of all, she recollects that this is the experiment, though so foolish a one. She her second happy June at Chauncy-will there has not sat long before worthier thoughts are be a third as happy ?
hers; and she thinks over and is grateful for
the blessings which have gathered themselves Time steals on. With it Lady Chauncy round her since she first came there, a friendfalls into decrepitude and great decay; though less child. She is going to move away again, there are times when her mind shows no traces when the sound of carriage-wheels reach her of either. Thus incapable of even dictating, ear;
then they stay. The thought of Sir Walter except at rare intervals, all the business of obtrudes again. Presently she feels sure it is these great estates falls into Miss Gordon's he; for there is the scent of cigar-smoke aphands-as well as the correspondence with proaching, and some one comes onward; she Sir Walter. Thus unrestrained, she writes beau- rises, and meets a man face to face—it is Sir tiful womanly letters to the absent and now Walter. famous soldier; and though always self-re- “Did you expect me ?” he says. specting, they are neither formal nor cold. At “I did: and yet I did not, Sir Walter. I
if so you
came here and yet I thought it like pre- Well, a bronzed soldier was in that carsumption in me.”
riage, who watched you through some hours; “Why?"
who saw the exquisiteness of that filial love At first no answer; for Sir Walter has but and tenderness; and who, before that journey taken her hand. Then hesitatingly, "I thought was ended, madly wished you to be his. I it would be like reminding Sir Walter of a followed you: I learnt who you were. I have promise made to a girl."
controlled your fortunes from that hour. “I made no promise, Janet, that I did not Through Miss Atkinson's agency I got you mean then as I do now. I have been two here, and you effected what I resolved you days in England, but would not come, on should-indirectly, to the expulsion of those account of it, till to-night."
worthless servants—and directly, to the peace “I am very glad to see you, sir ; for I am of Lady Chauncy. You have fulfilled all I very anxious to know
needed, and your recompense is to be my wife, What?”
will.” Where my home is to be, sir?”
Oh, yes, Sir Walter. I am very glad: I “You know very well, you foolish Janet, wished to stay, if only to be your servant ; it is here," and he gathers her to him; “you but still more blessedly to be know this as well as I do; and you say this “Well, that
you shall be in a day or two. to torment me. I have waited for you some Now let us sit down—we have been long eleven years, I think, and that is long enough, asunder. This is the last night of June, isn't it?"
Janet.” Eleven years, sir ! I have known you only “I have had two happy ones before this. ten.”
This is the third, and happiest. Perhaps so: but I have known you longer. “ Then I am rewarded for long patience Do
you remember a journey you made from -you for beautiful duty.” So they sit Leamington with your sick father?”
awhile. “Oh, yes, sir. Some generous men be- “Now let us go in, Janet. The moonlight longing to papa’s congregation had sent him has made a pathway for our steps of peace.” there, to see if change of air would serve.
AN EPISODE OF THE BOMBARDMENT OF COPENHAGEN.
BY THE AUTHOR OF “THE DOOMED SHIP,” ETC.
true-hearted Englishman, who has read history “A royal city, tower and spire, Reddened the midnight sky with fire;
rightly, will ever boast, or mention otherwise And shouting crews her navy bore
than with a feeling of sadness and remorse for Triumphant to the victor shore.”
the part his own mighty country acted to
MARMION. wards brave little old Denmark on that occaAn Englishman visiting the Danish capital sion. What is more to be deplored, only six will not fail to be reminded of Nelson's years after the Battle of the Baltic, the warmemorable expression :-“The brave Danes loving English ministry of the day prepared are the brothers, and should never be the to inflict a second cruel and morally reprehenenemies, of the English." And yet Nelson sible blow on the devoted Danes. Denmark wrote these words whilst a thousand pieces of was neutral, and had not allowed the French artillery roaring around, proved that the Battle
troops to enter any part of her Holstein of the Baltic was still undecided, and the dominions; . but the British Government “ brave Danes” were in the very act of fight- affected to believe that Denmark meditated an ing against their“ brothers,” the English, and alliance with France. On this sole.ostensible dying by hundreds in defence of their country ground, a great fleet, commanded by Admiral and their capital. Nelson's cannon, aided Gambier, was dispatched, with an army of nearly not a little by Nelson's two exceedingly clever 30,000 men on board ; and an English pleniletters to the crown-prince, won him the vic- potentiary landed at Copenhagen, and demandtory which the poet Campbell has immor- ed the immediate delivery of the Danish fleet, talized by the most brilliant war-lyric in the arsenal, and castle of Kronborg (at Elsinore) language; and yet it is a victory of which no to the English. No wonder was it that the brave and patriotic Crown-prince (afterwards interesting and romantic an episode as any
of Frederick VI.), who was also regent, indig- a similar kind that ever occurred at any siege nantly refused to comply. The consequence or bombardment whatever. was, that in the middle of August (1807) the When the English army invested CopenBritish army, under Lord Cathcart, landed, hagen, which is a regularly fortified place, and proceeded to invest Copenhagen, with a surrounded on the land side by immense view to its reduction by force. A tremendous earthen ramparts (incomparably better than bombardment opened on the devoted city on stone walls), great moats and outworks, and the morning of September 2nd, and con- to seaward by forts and very powerful battinued with little intermission four days, de- teries—the excitement and alarm of the instroying many hundreds of houses, and a great habitants was naturally intense. Each sucnumber of the very finest churches and public ceeding day lessened all hope of averting the edifices. Two thousand of the inhabitants are impending catastrophe, and towards the end said to have been killed; but the exact num- of the month of August it became too certain ber was never known. Seeing that further that the city would be exposed to all the resistance was hopeless, the Danes capitu- horrors of a fierce bombardment. Every lated.
citizen who was able to bear arms—and the When we resided at Copenhagen, the Danes subjects of Denmark are all compelled to would make us blush for the deeds of our serve as soldiers for a certain period of their fathers, by occasionally pointing out the site of lives, irrespective of rank- was enrolled for some grand building utterly destroyed by the military duty on this great emergency. There bombardment in question. They have not was no escape for the helpless inhabitantsyet forgotten it; but of late years a warm and the city was closely invested on every side, by friendly feeling has arisen between Danes and sea and by land. Whither could they fleeEnglish, and by-and-by we trust and belie How could they preserve their property ? No that in deed as well as in word they will be pen could adequately describe the scenes that brothers, descended, as they are, in a great ensued. The authorities had done whatever measure, from a common ancestry. Hear, they could to provide for safety of life and too, what our own friend, the world-renowned property ; but the bulk of the inhabitants Danish author, Hans Christian Andersen, could only shelter themselves in their own exclaims :—“The British bombs have de- houses. Valuable property of every descripmolished the towers of Copenhagen; the tion was hastily placed in vaults of wareBritish have robbed us Danes of our fleet; houses, churches, &c., or buried in the but, in our just indignation and bitterness ground; and many people took refuge beside thereat, we will remember that it was an Eng- their property in the vaults or lower stories lishmen who rescued for us and for our of strong buildings--a refuge which, in the land's greatness—thee, Albert Thorvaldsen. hour of need, saved them in some cases, but An Englishman it was who, by the will of only proved their destruction in others. Providence, raised for us more than towers On the morning of the 1st September, a and spires; who cast more honor and glory well-founded impression pervaded the city around the nation's name, than all the ships that the bombardment would commence in of the land, with flag and cannon, could thun- less than four-and-twenty hours, and, as each der forth-it was the Englishman, Thomas fresh report from the outposts only confirmed Hope.” We must add that Andersen alludes the strong probability of this, every family to the fact that Mr. Hope (the author of hastened to make their last preparations. Anastasius, and a munificent patron of art) Towards evening, a sort of unnatural broodwas the first who recognized the peculiaring calm settled over the devoted city. The merit of the Danish sculptor, then young and feverish excitement of uncertainty had given unknown, but subsequently so illustrious, and place to a feeling nigh akin to despair, or gave him such material encouragement as desperate resignation to the worst that could started him fairly on his brilliant career. befall. A braver or more patriotic people
Of the many extraordinary episodes which than the Danes does not exist in the world; must have occurred during the siege and they will sacrifice their all, their property and bombardment of Copenhagen, the majority their lives, for what they affectionately call have already been forgotten, and the residue their Faderland, without a murmur. are fast becoming matters of tradition only. the occasion we are describing, the hearts of We think, however, that in our privileged the husbands, sons, and fathers, swelled with capacity of story-tellers, we can narrate as bitter indignation against the foe, and they
VOL. VI. N. S.
clutched their weapons with deadly determi- fully abstracted, wrinkled countenance that nation. The inatrons thought of the dreadful bends o'er her. The daughter of the house battle of six years before, and pressed their reclines back in her chair with a handkerchief infants to their bosoms with direful forbod- | pressed closely over her face, and from time to ings of the morrow. From every church, and time she sighs heavily. Well may she sigh! almost from every house, prayers ascended to On the morrow her only brother and her Heaven for succour and protection. Mean- betrothed husband will be fighting side by side while, the din of military preparations was at the batteries, and her aged parents and unceasing,
herself will be exposed to all the dangers of So much for the general state of the city a bombardment ! The other grandchild, a on this eventful evening ; but henceforth it fine, bold-looking boy of about ten years of is a single family which must engross our age, is marching up and down the room, with attention. Not far from the grand old cathie- a mimic sword in his hands, singing a war. dral of Copenhagen (the site of which chorus, and his eyes flash as he strikes fiercely now occupied by Fruekirke, “Our Lady's at an imaginary enemy. Does that boy Church,”) stood a somewhat isolated ancient know that six years ago his father fell fightmansion, occupied by a retired aged mer- ing for his country, and that the event brake chant named Duhrendahl. His family con- his gentle mother's heart ? Does he know sisted of his wife, one son, and one daughter, that the same enemy is again on the eve of and two orphan grandchildren. The history attacking the city, and that his surviving of the latter was peculiarly affecting. Their friends
fall even as his father fell? Does father, the old merchant's eldest son, was he, in his young heart, exclaim, “I will also killed at one of the batteries during Nelson's be a soldier, and fight for my country, and die attack in 1801; and his wife was so shocked nobly, as my father died !” Yes, something at the intelligence, that she never recovered like unto this does assuredly fill the soul the blow, dying in a few weeks, and bequeath- of that gallant child. He well knows how ing her two infant children to the protection of and when his father died, for on every anitheir grandparents. The surviving son of versary of the battle of the Baltic—that is to the latter was now a lieutenant of artillery, say, on every second of April — the whole and his sister was betrothed to a brother of the family of the Duhrendahls visit the officer, the captain of the saine company. cemetery of Osterbro, where the Danes who Had not the British unexpectedly sent forth fell on that terrible day are buried; rough an armament to attack Copenhagen, the mar- blocks of stone being strewn over their graves, riage would have taken place in the month with inscriptions to denote who reposes bejust ended.
neath; and there the little hands of the worthy After much consideration, it had been de- son of a gallant father have six times placed cided that Herr Duhrendahl's family should a wreath of immortelles over the stone that not quit their residence; but they had re- lies above that father's breast. moved all their most valuable and portable Except for the occasional rumbling sound property to the cellars, where they intended of ammunition-waggons driving past, nothing to take refuge when necessary. Meanwhile, had occurred for some hours to interrupt the they were assembled in a back room on the mournful reflections of the family; but now basement foor, the windows of every other a dear, old familiar cry penetrated from the room being shuttered and barricaded, with a street, and all looked up, and listened. It view to prevent fragments of shells from was one of the watchmen of Copenhagen bursting in
singing the antique evening-song, despite of It is eight of the clock in the evening, and the imminent danger of the besieged city. candles have just been lighted and placed on To this day the watchmen chaunt, in a most the table, around which the family are sadly peculiar manner, the same fine old poetical grouped. The venerable old merchant has a song, commencing at eight o'clock, and giving Bible
open before him, and ever and anon he a fresh verse at the expiration of every hour, raises his eyes froin its inspired pages to re- until five in the morning. Never shall we gard the dear beings by his side. His aged forget the impression we derived from first wife holds on her knee one of her orphan hearing this “ watchman's song.” It was grandchildren, a fair, blue-eyed, flaxen-haired just turned nine of the clock when the Duhrenlittle girl of seven years of age, who twines dals heard the chaunt on the momentous her chubby tingers in her grandmother's sil- evening in question, and, consequently, the very hair, and looks up in wonder at the pain- verse was the following :
Nu ffrider Dagen under,
“Oh, those English—those terrible EngDi Natten välter ud,
lish !” moans the mother.
· They robbed Forlad for Jesu Bunder,
me of my first-bornVor Synd, O milde Gud!
“Whom I live to avenge!” proudly inBevare Rongens Huus,
terrupts the lieutenant. Samt alle Mand
Thou, my boy! Oh yes, thou art very I dette Land
brave, even as he was ; but they may kill thee Fra Fiendens Bold og Knuus."
also. They are tigers—sea-tigers !" That the reader may understand how sin- “But we, grandmother, we Danes are degularly appropriate this verse happened to be, scendants of vikings-sea-kings—and we will we present a translation :
drive the English leopards into the sea !” “Now the day strides down,
shrieks the soldier-child, grasping his little And the night rolls forth,
sword, and his whole frame quivering with Forgive, for Jesu's wounds,
passion and excitement.
“See, Capitain Kullendie," continues the And all men
grandmother, addressing the officer, who pats In this land,
the head of the dauntless boy, “ what a spirit From the violence of foes."
that son of my son has; you may imagine Bevare alle Mand fra Fjendens Bold og what his father was ! And his brother here Knuus !" echoed the old merchant; and his is just as vehemently brave—and as rash ! wife shook her head and moaned ; and their Oh, Capitain Kullendie! I implore you, for all daughter—who was a remarkably fine young our sakes, to restrain him in the hour of battle! woman-sobbed an “Amen ;” and the grand- Let him not madly rush on destruction.” son re-commenced his march, and flourished “ Madam-or mother, as I have a right to his sword, singing something about "the call you," gravely and firmly responds the gallant soldier draws his blade to conquer or captain, “ I swear that the life of your son to die!”
shall be as precious unto me as my own. At this moment three loud successive knocks We must, and will, both fight even unto were given at the outer door.
death, if needful, for our king and country; “It is my son-my brave only son!” ex- but if I can protect my friend and brotherclaimed the mother.
if I can save him at the risk of my own life, • It is my brother, and—and-my be- I will verily do so.” trothed, God be thanked !” ejaculated the The right-hands of the brother-warriors daughter, and, springing to her feet, she grasped together as this was uttered, and bounded forth to admit them.
Amalie flung her arm round the neck of her " It is my uncle and Capitain Kullendie !” betrothed, and kissed his forehead. shrilly cried the grandson, “ and he will tell “My sons !” exclaimed the old merchant, me all the news of the war, and when we with emphasis, “it is a holy duty and a shall fight those English sea-dogs. Hurra!" privilege to fight and to die for our country, They guessed aright : the visitors were, in
and were I not so old and feeble, even I would deed, Lieutenant Duhrendabl and his friend | gird on my sword once more. As it is, I beand intended brother-in-law, Captain Kullen- grudge not the son I have already given to die. They had, with difficulty, obtained per- die for gamle Danmark, and if it be the will mission to leave their post for a single hour of God that ye also shall die even as he died,
—the last opportunity, as they too well knew, yet will I say, 'The Lord gave, and the Lord that they would have of visiting their friends, hath taken away ; blessed be the name of the until the fate of the city was decided.
Lord.' But, my sons, ye will promise not to “My son! my boy!” cry father and needlessly expose the lives that ye hold in mother, and the handsome young officer is trust for Denmark's service ? " clasped to their aged bosoms. Thanks be “We do ;” they reply, and then there is a to God that our eyes behold thee once more!” silence, broken at length by the aged father,
“Amalie, my betrothed !” and the captain sayingwarmly embraces the blushing girl.
Let us kneel and pray together unto God.” And then rapid questions are so rapidly All immediately knelt, and in a brief feranswered, and they all sit down in a close vent prayer the old man implored the Alcircle, and press one-another's bands, and mighty to grant success to the arms of his drink a glass of wine round, for what each country, and to shield his children and family feels may be the last time.
in the hour of danger. And then they arose,