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BESIDE THE WINTER SEA.
Take thou our love to those dear hills
Where soul of man ne'er yet was cowed; As one who sleeps, and hears across his Where a Greek hand a Greek land tills, dream
Where chains are worn but heads unThe cry of battles ended long ago.
bowed; Inland I hear the calling of the sea. I hear its hollow voices, though between Where still the self-same fight is fought My wind-worn dwelling and thy wave- That once our fathers fought and won worn strand
When they the whole world's freedom How many miles, how many mountains
Upon thy sands, O Marathon!
Our fathers-e'en the same that gave
The equal clasp of hand and hand: on;
Who scorned the earthward bending slave, And grey the pale, pale light that wans
And bade the man in manhood stand. thy face. Solemnly breaks the long wave at thy feet; Fly, o our Flag, since thou canst fly And sullenly in patches clings the snow
As man's unconquered spirit, free! Upon the low, red rocks worn round with Each sea-bird thou, against the sky, years.
And thou each sail upon the sea. I see thine eyes, I see their grave desire,
Spectator. E. MARTINENGO CESARESCO. Unsatisfied and lonely as the sea's; Yet how unlike the wintry sea's despair! For could my feet but follow thine, my
hands But reach for thy warm hands beneath
thy cloak, What summer joy would lighten in thy
SELF. face, What sunshine warm thine eyes, and thy This is my chiefest torment, that behind sad mouth
This brave and subtle spirit, this swift Break to a dewy rose, and laugh on mine.
There sits and shivers, in a cell of pain, C. G. D. ROBERTS.
A central atom, melancholy, blind,
IN KEDAR'S TENTS.1
Few thought at wis time that the BY HENRY SETOX MERRIMAX, AUTHOR OF "THE
movement awakening in the working SOWERS."
centres of the North and Midlands was CHAPTER I.
destined to spread with the strange
rapidity of popular passion-to spread ONE sows.
and live for a decade. Few of the “If it be a duty to respect other men's claims
Chartists expected to see the fulfilment so also is it a duty to maintain our own."
of half of their desires! yet to-day half It is in the staging of her comedies
of the People's Charter has been that Fate shows herself superior to
granted. These voices crying in the more human invention. While we with night demanded an extended sutfrage, careful regard to scenery place our
vote by ballot and freedom for rich conrentional puppets on the stage, and and poor alike to sit in Parliament. bid them play their old, old parts in a Within the scope of one reign these demanner as ancient, she rings up the mands have been granted. curtain and starts a tragedy on a scene
The meeting at Chester-le-Street was that has obviously been set by the car
no different from a hundred others penters for a farce. She deals out the held in England at the same time. It parts with a fine inconsistency, and
was illegal, and yet the authorities the jolly-faced little man is cast to play dared not to pronounce it so. It might Romeo, while the poetic youth with
prove dangerous to those taking part lantern jaw and an impaired digestion
in it. Lawyers said that the leaders finds no Juliet to match his love.
laid themselves open to the charge of Fate, with that playfulness which high treason. In tnis assembly, as in some take seriously or amiss, set her others, there were wire-pullers, queer stage so long ago as 1838 for the playing their own game, and from the comedy of certain lives, and rang up safety of the rear pushing on those in the curtain one dark evening
front. With one of these we have to fitter scene than the highroad from
do. With his mistake fate raised the Gateshead to Durham. It was raining curtain, and on the horizon of several bard, and a fresh breeze from the
lives arose a cloud no bigger than a south-east swept a salt rime from the
man's hand. North Sea across a tract of land as
Geoffrey Horner lived before his bare and bleak as the waters of that time, insomuch as he was a gentlemangrim ocean. A hard, cold land this, radical. He was clever, and the world where the iron that has filled men's heeded not. He was brilliant, well edpurses has also entered their souls.
ucated, capable of great achievements, There had been a great meeting at and the world refused to be astonished. Chester-le-Street of those who were at Here were the makings of a malconthis time beginning to be known as
tent. A well-born radical is one whom Chartists, and, the law having been the world has refused to accept at his lately passed that torch-light meetings
own valuation. A wise man is ready were illegal, this assembly had gath- to strike a bargain with fate. The ered by the light of a waning
wisest are those who ask much and long since hidden by the clouds. Amid
then take half. It is the coward who the storm of wind and rain, orators
asks too little, and the fool who imhad expounded views as wild as the night itself, to which the hard-visaged agines that he will receive without de
manding. sons of Northumbria had listened with
Horner had thrown in his lot with grunts of approval or muttered words
the Chartists in the spirit of pique, of discontent. A dangerous game to
which makes some men marry play, this stirring up of the people's
wrong woman because the right one heart, and one that may at any
will have none of them. At the Chesment turn to the deepest earnest.
ter-le-Street meeting he had declared 1 Copyright, 1896, by Henry Seton Merriman. himself as upholder of moral persua
sion, while in his heart he pandered to facts he was a large colliery owner and those who knew only of physical force a local Tory of some renown. An amand placed their reliance thereon. He bitious man, as the neighbors said, had come from Durham with a con- who wished to leave his son a peerage, tingent of malcontents, and was now Sir John Pleydell was known to be a returning thither on foot in company cold, calculating speculator, originally with the local leaders. These were in- a solicitor in Newcastle, pausing to telligent mechanics, seeking clumsily help no man in his steady career of and blindly enough what they knew to self-advancement. To the minds of the be the good of their fellows. At their rabble this magnate represented the heels tramped the rank and file of the tyranny against which their protest great movement. The assembly was a was raised. Geoffrey Horner looked subtle foreshadowing of things to come on him as a political opponent and a -of Newport and the march of twenty dangerous member of the winning thousand men, of violence and blood- party. The blow was easy to strike. shed, of strife between brethren, and Horner hesitated-at the cross-roads of of justice nonplussed and hesitat- other lives than his own—and held his ing.
tongue. The toil-worn miners were mostly si- The suggestion of the unknown hulent, their dimly enlightened intellects morist in the crowd commended itself uneasily stirred by the words they had to the more energetic of the party, who lately heard, their stubborn hearts full immediately turned toward the byeof a great hope with a minute misgiv road leading to Dene Hall. The others, ing at the back of it. With this dan- the minority, followed as minorities do, gerous material Geoffrey Horner pro- because they distrusted themselves. posed to play his game.
Some one struck up a song with words Suddenly a voice was raised.
lately published in the Northern Lid“Mates," it cried at the cross-roads, erator, and set to a well-known local "let's go and smash Pleydell's win- air. dows!"
The shooting party assembled at And a muttered acquiescence to the Dene Hall was still at the dinner-tawie proposal swept through the moving as the malcontents entered the park, mass like a sullen breeze through and the talk of covers and guns ceased reeds. The desire for action rustled suddenly at the sound of their rough among these men of few words and voices. Sir John Pleydell,
young mighty arms.
looking man still despite his grey hair Horner hurriedly consulted his col- and drawn, careworn face, looked up leagues. Was it wise to attempt to ex- sharply. He had been sitting silently ert an authority which was merely fingering the stem of his wine-glassnominal? The principles of Chartism a habit of his when the ladies quitted were at this time to keep within the the room-and although he had shot as limits of the law, and yet to hint, well as, perhaps better than any preswhen such a course was safe, that ent, had taken but little part in the stronger measures lay behind
conversation. He had, in fact, only words. Their fatal habit was to strike half listened, and when a rare smile softly. In peace and war, at home and passed across his grey face, it invariabroad, there is but one humane and ably owed its existence to some sally safe rule: Hesitate to strike; strike made by his son, Alfred Pleydell-gay, hard.
light-hearted débonnaire-at the far Sir John Pleydell was a member of end of the table. When Sir John's that Parliament which had treated the thoughtful eyes rested on his motherCharter with contempt. He was one less son a dull and suppressed light of those who had voted with the ma- gleamed momentarily beneath his jority against the measures it embod- heavy lids. Superficial observers said ied. In addition to these damning that John Pleydell was an ambitious
man; “not for himself,” added the few rattled on the skylight of the square who saw deeper.
hall, and the wind roared down the When his quick mind now took in the chimney. Among the men hastily armimport of the sound that broke the ing themselves with heavy sticks and outer silence of the night Sir John's cramming caps upon their heads were glance sought his son's face. In mo- some who had tasted of rheumatisin ments of alarm the glance fies to but they never thought of an overcoat. where the heart is.
“We'll know each other by "What is that?” said Alfred Pleydeli, shirt-fronts,” said a quiet man, who standling up
was standing on a chair in order to "The Chartists,” said Sir John. reach an Indian club suspended on the
Alfred looked round. He was a sol- wall. dier, though the ink had hardly dried Alfred was
at the door leading upon the parchment that made him through to the servants' quarters, and one-the only soldier in the room. his summons brought several
*We are eleven here,” he said, “and from the pantry and kitchens. two men down-stairs.
Some of you *Come on!” he cried. “Take anyfellows have your valets, too-say fif- thing you can find, stick or poker-yes, teen in all. We cannot stand this, you and those old guns, use 'em like a club. know."
Hit very hard and very often. We'll As he spoke the first volley of stones charge the devils. There's nothing (rasheil through the windows, and the like a charge. Come on!" broken glass rattled to the floor behind And he was already out of the door the shutters. The cries of the ladies with a dozen at his heels. in the drawing-room could be heard, The change from the lighted rooms and all the men sprang to their feet. to the outer darkness made them pause With blazing eyes Alfred Pleydell ran a moment, during which time the deto the door, but his father was there fenders had leisure to group thembefore him.
selves around Alfred Pleydell. A “Xot you," said the elder man, quiet, hoarse shout, which indeed drowned but a little paler than usual; “I will Geoffrey Horner's voice, showed where go and speak to them. They are prob- the assailants stood. Horner had ably running away by this time.” found his tongue after the first volley
“Then we'll run after 'em!" an- of stones. It was the policy of the swered Alfred, with a fine spirit, and Chartist leaders and wire-pullers to something in his attitude, in the ring suggest rather than demonstrate physof his voice awoke that demon of ical force. Enough had been done to combativeness which lies dormant in call attention to the Chester-le-Street men of the Anglo-Saxon race.
meeting, and give it the desired promi"Come on, you fellows!” cried the nence in the eyes of the nation. ly, with a queer, glad laugh, and "Get back! Go to your homes!" he without knowing that he did it, Sir was shouting, with upraised arms, John stood aside, his heart warm with when the hoarse shouts of his ada sudden pride, bis blood stirred by herents and the flood of light from the something that had not moved it these opened door made him turn hastily. thirty years. The guests crowded out In a moment he saw the meaning of of the room, old men who should have this development, but it was too late. known better, laughing as they threw With a cheer Alfred Pleydell, little aside their dinner napkins. What a more than a boy, led the charge, and, strange thing is man, peaceful through seeing Horner in front, ran at him long years, and at a moment's notice with upraised stick. Horner half a mere fighting devil.
warded the blow, which came whis**Come on; we'll teach them to break tling down his own stick and parawindows!" repeated Alfred Pleydell, lyzed his thumb. He returned the running to the stick-rack. The rain stroke with a sudden fury, striking