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gardens　of　the　ancestral　halls　of　the　De　Barnwells；　I　felt　that　it

was　the　Nemesis　come　to　overthrow　him。　　'Dog；'　I　said　to　the

trembling　slave；　'tell　me　where　thy　Gold　is。　　THOU　hast　no　use　for

it。　　I　can　spend　it　in　relieving　the　Poverty　on　which　thou

tramplest；　in　aiding　Science；　which　thou　knowest　not；　in　uplifting

Art；　to　which　thou　art　blind。　　Give　Gold；　and　thou　art　free。'　　But

he　spake　not；　and　I　slew　him。〃



〃I　would　not　have　this　doctrine　vulgarly　promulgated；〃　said　the

admirable　chaplain；　〃for　its　general　practice　might　chance　to　do

harm。　　Thou；　my　son；　the　Refined；　the　Gentle；　the　Loving　and

Beloved；　the　Poet　and　Sage；　urged　by　what　I　cannot　but　think　a

grievous　error；　hast　appeared　as　Avenger。　　Think　what　would　be　the

world's　condition；　were　men　without　any　Yearning　after　the　Ideal　to

attempt　to　reorganize　Society；　to　redistribute　Property；　to　avenge

Wrong。〃



〃A　rabble　of　pigmies　scaling　Heaven；〃　said　the　noble　though

misguided　young　Prisoner。　　〃Prometheus　was　a　Giant；　and　he　fell。〃



〃Yes；　indeed；　my　brave　youth！〃　the　benevolent　Dr。　Fuzwig　exclaimed；

clasping　the　Prisoner's　marble　and　manacled　hand；　〃and　the　Tragedy

of　To…morrow　will　teach　the　World　that　Homicide　is　not　to　be

permitted　even　to　the　most　amiable　Genius；　and　that　the　lover　of

the　Ideal　and　the　Beautiful；　as　thou　art；　my　son；　must　respect　the

Real　likewise。〃



〃Look！　here　is　supper！〃　cried　Barnwell　gayly。　　〃This　is　the　Real；

Doctor；　let　us　respect　it　and　fall　to。〃　　He　partook　of　the　meal　as

joyously　as　if　it　had　been　one　of　his　early　festals；　but　the　worthy

chaplain　could　scarcely　eat　it　for　tears。





*　This　is　a　gross　plagiarism：　the　above　sentiment　is　expressed　much

more　eloquently　in　the　ingenious　romance　of　Eugene　Aram：〃The

burning　desires　I　have　knownthe　resplendent　visions　I　have

nursedthe　sublime　aspirings　that　have　lifted　me　so　often　from

sense　and　clay：　these　tell　me；　that　whether　for　good　or　ill；　I　am

the　thing　of　an　immortality　and　the　creature　of　a　God。　。　。　。　　I

have　destroyed　a　man　noxious　to　the　world！　with　the　wealth　by　which

he　afflicted　society；　I　have　been　the　means　of　blessing　many。〃







CODLINGSBY。



BY　D。　SHREWSBERRY；　ESQ。





I。





〃The　whole　world　is　bound　by　one　chain。　　In　every　city　in　the　globe

there　is　one　quarter　that　certain　travellers　know　and　recognize

from　its　likeness　to　its　brother　district　in　all　other　places　where

are　congregated　the　habitations　of　men。　　In　Tehran；　or　Pekin；　or

Stamboul；　or　New　York；　or　Timbuctoo；　or　London；　there　is　a　certain

district　where　a　certain　man　is　not　a　stranger。　　Where　the　idols

are　fed　with　incense　by　the　streams　of　Ching…wang…foo；　where　the

minarets　soar　sparkling　above　the　cypresses；　their　reflections

quivering　in　the　lucid　waters　of　the　Golden　Horn；　where　the　yellow

Tiber　flows　under　broken　bridges　and　over　imperial　glories；　where

the　huts　are　squatted　by　the　Niger；　under　the　palm…trees；　where　the

Northern　Babel　lies；　with　its　warehouses；　and　its　bridges；　its

graceful　factory…chimneys；　and　its　clumsy　faneshidden　in　fog　and

smoke　by　the　dirtiest　river　in　the　worldin　all　the　cities　of

mankind　there　is　One　Home　whither　men　of　one　family　may　resort。

Over　the　entire　world　spreads　a　vast　brotherhood；　suffering；

silent；　scattered；　sympathizing；　WAITINGan　immense　Free…Masonry。

Once　this　world…spread　band　was　an　Arabian　clana　little　nation

alone　and　outlying　amongst　the　mighty　monarchies　of　ancient　time；

the　Megatheria　of　history。　　The　sails　of　their　rare　ships　might　be

seen　in　the　Egyptian　waters；　the　camels　of　their　caravans　might

thread　the　sands　of　Baalbec；　or　wind　through　the　date…groves　of

Damascus；　their　flag　was　raised；　not　ingloriously；　in　many　wars；

against　mighty　odds；　but　'twas　a　small　people；　and　on　one　dark

night　the　Lion　of　Judah　went　down　before　Vespasian's　Eagles；　and　in

flame；　and　death；　and　struggle；　Jerusalem　agonized　and　died。　。　。　。

Yes；　the　Jewish　city　is　lost　to　Jewish　men；　but　have　they　not　taken

the　world　in　exchange？〃



Mused　thus　Godfrey　de　Bouillon；　Marquis　of　Codlingsby；　as　he

debouched　from　Wych　Street　into　the　Strand。　　He　had　been　to　take　a

box　for　Armida　at　Madame　Vestris's　theatre。　　That　little　Armida　was

folle　of　Madame　Vestris's　theatre；　and　her　little　brougham；　and　her

little　self；　and　her　enormous　eyes；　and　her　prodigious　opera…glass；

and　her　miraculous　bouquet；　which　cost　Lord　Codlingsby　twenty

guineas　every　evening　at　Nathan's　in　Covent　Garden　（the　children　of

the　gardeners　of　Sharon　have　still　no　rival　for　flowers）；　might　be

seen；　three　nights　in　the　week　at　least；　in　the　narrow；　charming；

comfortable　little　theatre。　　Godfrey　had　the　box。　　He　was

strolling；　listlessly；　eastward；　and　the　above　thoughts　passed

through　the　young　noble's　mind　as　he　came　in　sight　of　Holywell

Street。



The　occupants　of　the　London　Ghetto　sat　at　their　porches　basking　in

the　evening　sunshine。　　Children　were　playing　on　the　steps。　　Fathers

were　smoking　at　the　lintel。　　Smiling　faces　looked　out　from　the

various　and　darkling　draperies　with　which　the　warehouses　were　hung。

Ringlets　glossy；　and　curly；　and　jettyeyes　black　as　night

midsummer　nightwhen　it　lightens；　haughty　noses　bending　like　beaks

of　eagleseager　quivering　nostrilslips　curved　like　the　bow　of

Loveevery　man　or　maiden；　every　babe　or　matron　in　that　English

Jewry　bore　in　his　countenance　one　or　more　of　these　characteristics

of　his　peerless　Arab　race。



〃How　beautiful　they　are！〃　mused　Codlingsby；　as　he　surveyed　these

placid　groups　calmly　taking　their　pleasure　in　the　sunset。



〃D'you　vant　to　look　at　a　nishe　coat？〃　a　voice　said；　which　made　him

start；　and　then　some　one　behind　him　began　handling　a　masterpiece　of

Stultz's　with　a　familiarity　which　would　have　made　the　baron

tremble。



〃Rafael　Mendoza！〃　exclaimed　Godfrey。



〃The　same；　Lord　Codlingsby；〃　the　individual　so　apostrophized

replied。　　〃I　told　you　we　should　meet　again　where　you　would　little

expect　me。　　Will　it　please　you　to　enter？　this　is　Friday；　and　we

close　at　sunset。　　It　rejoices　my　heart　to　welcome　you　home。〃　　So

saying　Rafael　laid　his　hand　on　his　breast；　and　bowed；　an　oriental

reverence。　　All　traces　of　the　accent　with　which　he　first　addressed

Lord　Codlingsby　had　vanished：　it　was　disguise；　half　the　Hebrew's

life　is　a　disguise。　　He　shields　himself　in　craft；　since　the　Norman

boors　persecuted　him。



They　passed　under　an　awning　of　old　clothes；　tawdry　fripperies；

greasy　spangles；　and　battered　masks；　into　a　shop　as　black　and

hideous　as　the　entrance　was　foul。　　〃THIS　your　home；　Rafael？〃　said

Lord　Codlingsby。



〃Why　not？〃　Rafael　answered。　　〃I　am　tired　of　Schloss　Schinkenstein；

the　Rhine　bores　me　after　a　while。　　It　is　too　hot　for　Florence；

besides　they　have　not　completed　the　picture…gallery；　and　my　place

smells　of　putty。　　You　wouldn't　have　a　man；　mon　cher；　bury　himself

in　his　chateau　in　Normandy；　out　of　the　hunting　season？　　The

Rugantino　Palace　stupefies　me。　　Those　Titians　are　so　gloomy；　I

shall　have　my　Hobbimas　and　Tenierses；　I　think；　from　my　house　at　the

Hague　hung　over　them。〃



〃How　many　castles；　palaces；　houses；　warehouses；　shops；　have　you；

Rafael？〃　Lord　Codlingsby　asked；　laughing。



〃This　is　one；〃　Rafael　answered。　　〃Come　in。〃





II。





The　noise　in　the　old　town　was　terrific；　Great　Tom　was　booming

sullenly　over　the　uproar；　the　bell　of　Saint　Mary's　was　clanging

with　alarm；　St。　Giles's　tocsin　chimed　furiously；　howls；　curses；

flights　of　brickbats；　stones　shivering　windows；　groans　of　wounded

men；　cries　of　frightened　females；　cheers　of　either　contending　party

as　it　charged　the　enemy　from　Carfax　to　Trumpington　Street；

proclaimed　that　the　battle　was　at　its　height。



In　Berlin　they　would　have　said　it　was　a　revolution；　and　the

cuirassiers　would　have　been　charging；　sabre　in　hand；　amidst　that

infuriate　mob。　　In　France　they　would　have　brought　down　artillery；

and　played　on　it　with　twenty…four　pounders。　　In　Cambridge　nobody

heeded　the　disturbanceit　was　a　Town　and　Gown　row。



The　row　arose　at　a　boat…race。　　The　Town　boat　（manned　by　eight　stout

Bargees；　with　the　redoubted　Rullock　for　stroke）　had　bumped　the

Brazenose　light　oar；　usually　at　the　head　of　the　river。　　High　words

arose　regarding　the　dispute。　　After　returning　from　Granchester；

when　the　boats　pulled　back　to　Christchurch　meadows；　the　disturbance

between　the　Townsmen　and　the　University　youthstheir　invariable

opponentsgrew　louder　and　more　violent；　until　it　broke　out　in　open

battle。　　Sparring　and　skirmishing　took　place　along　the　pleasant

fields　that　lead　from　the　University　gate　down　to　the　broad　and

shining　waters　of　the　Cam；　and　under　the　walls　of　Balliol　and

Sidney　Sussex。　　The　Duke　of　Bellamont　（then　a　dashing　young　sizar

at　Exeter）　had　a　couple　of　rounds　with　Billy　Butt；　the　bow…oar　of

the　Bargee　boat。　　Vavasour　of　Brazenose　was　engaged　with　a　powerful

butcher；　a　well…known　champion　of　the　Town　party；　when；　the　great

University　bells　ringing　to　dinner；