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necessity for Pussy's sake. And, lastly, it was only | I am very busy this morning. Settling-day coming

. a temporary measure. This was the sweetest conso- on, with very heavy transactions. But there "--and lation of all

, and Mr. Waddlo retraced his steps to Mr. Graham pulled from his breast-pocket the letter the broker's office.

of his London correspondent. He handed the letter There on the table lay the open telegram in reply to his client, and with another “You must excuse to the “wiring up.” Mr. Waddle read it three me,” had left the office before Mr. Waddle had even times before he quite mastered its contents. Yet it unfolded the missive which was to decide how large was sufficiently plain : "Cannot realise one premium. his realised profits were to be. His eyes ran rapidly Write by this evening's post." Mr. David Waddle over the lines till he came to the words, “For Mr. was considerably crestfallen. Not so the buoyant Waddle's shares there is no salo of any kind at preGraham. They would wait till the morning's post. sent." With this hope Mr. Wadule had to return to his Mr. Waddle held the letter in lis hand, and stood home, bringing with him scarcely so cheerful a face quite still. as might have been expected, considering that Pussy "Hladn't you better sit down, sir?" suggested was for the first time to sit up for dinner.

Puddles. Next morning Mr. Waddle was early at Graham's Mr. Waddle declined the offer. Crumpling up the office. Before starting ho had on his own account letter in his hand, he went forth disconcerted. He made private study of that fifth chapter of the Epistle thought of the future. And yet he would not allow to the Ephesians, and come quite to tho conclusion himself to think of it. Whose advice should he now that as “ covetousness” should be avoided, he would take ? Of all he knew only one occurred to his sell his shares even at a loss, that is, if need be. mind whom he could fully trust. Bitter as the It was a heavy loss, but he would exercise the grace ordeal must prove, ho would go up on the morrow to of being "content with such things” as he had, or at London to see Mr. John Nicoll. What mattered least with such as he could manage to get.

any man's opinion to him now? If he could only The letter of Mr. Graham's town correspondent see a way out of his troubles! And there was hope contained reference to a great variety of transactions, left. For did not the letter expressly limit the “no among which, to use tho broker's expressive figure, sale” of his shares to “at present”? Mr. Waddle's was “only a flea-bite." Anyhow, it Mr. Waddle took his wife into his “ snuggery could not be done then, as the shares were being and told her all-what he feared, what he hoped, “beared." Mr. Graham talked much about “ bears and what he purposed. On one point he was fully and “bulls,” and other share-market slang. If he resolved; nevor again would ho speculate! Not “ wired up" again, there was no use fixing a price; that it was evil or wrong, but he had not time for it, he must give absolute orders, and rely on the discre- and he was too far from town, with all its “bulls tion of the experienced brokers in London. Did and “bears." Mr. Waddle not trust him, after all he had done? Then did Mrs. Waddle, as is the wont of all such It was too evident Mr. Graham was losing patience foolish wives, embrace her husband, and cry over with his client. Mr. Waddle felt himself in the him, and comfort him, and tell him that he was the hands of one whom ho must not offend. He declared best and dearest of all husbands, and she the happiest his readiness to leave the matter wholly to his adviser, of all women, even though they should lose every and with the most perfect confidence. But that was farthing, not only of the anticipated profits, but even precisely the reverse of what Mr. David Waddle what she contemptuously called that wretched

" Teally felt in his heart as he slowly returned home- legacy.” Then did Mr. David Waddle speak very wards. This time, however, his countenance ex- lovingly and softly to his wife, and to everybody pressed the opposite of what it had done the previous else in the house. And then did Pussy, before sho day; he was bright and happy, almost jocular. He went to bed that night, throw her arms around her would arrange all for their move southwards; and father's neck, and declare it was the pleasantest day such an outing they should have! In private Mr. she had ever had, and that she was now quite well, Waddle for the first time informed his wife, to her and did not need to go south ; indeed, that she would grateful delight, that he intended to “sell out.”. He not go south. might not realise such profits as he would have done, But as mother and daughter left the room, two had he only waited a little till either the “bears largo tears stood in Mr. David Waddle's eyes, and had torn the “bulls," or the “bulls" had gored the slowly rolled down his cheeks. "bears." Still, he modestly believed, it would be something handsome, and he was determined to give them a thorough good outing.

To reveal a secret, one of the first topics of consulTo the various novel experiences through which tation between mother and daughter, when within Mr. Waddle had lately passed he had to add another. the shelter of their privacy, was the very prosaic one When next morning ho entered Mr. Graham's office, of “ways and means."' Mrs. Waddle's finances were Mr. Graham was engaged. Engaged? Was there at a much lower ebb than her husband had any concopany one with him? Tho melancholy Puddles shook tion. Engaged as he had daily been with his thouhis shock of hair, and Mr. Waddle tried to sinile and sands, it was not to be wondered that he impatiently look unconcerned while engaging in the hopeless waived away such trilling considerations as butcher's, task of drawing Puddles into conversation. At last, grocer's, or baker's bills. And Mrs. Waddle had of after half an hour's delay, the door of the sanctum late been almost afraid to speak to him about the opened, and Mr. Graham appeared, hat on head, wants of her housekeeping. apparently much astonished at finding his client in The examination of her purse in Pussy's bed-room waiting. Ho retreated, however, only a step within proved eminently unsatisfactory. Mr. Waddle had the threshold, as Mr. Waddle bustled up to him in a asked and got two pounds from her for his journey familiar manner.

to London. She found she had very little ready “Excuse me, Mr. Waddle; you must excuse me.

Kate disappeared and soon returned

CHAPTER VIII. ---UP TO LONDON.

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with a certain old-fashioned savings-box, provided flame but into a choking smoke, which brought too before she was out of long-clothes, with a view to often the tears to his wife and daughters, despite her eventual enrichment. The box sounded promis- their attempts to suppress them. Those troubles ing as Kate, without saying anything, brought it and sorrows are not always the heaviest which are with glistening eyes from its hiding-place. Its suc- the most tangible, and therefore capable of being cessive strata of gifts as now exhibited amounted in all met and faced. It is the continual wear and tear to four pounds, fifteen shillings, and sevenpence half- which destroys the fine machinery. Besides, like penny, made

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of every variety of coin current in sensitive men generally, Mr. Hartwell was given the realm.

to retire upon and write hard things against him“But, Kate, my darling, I cannot allow you to self; in short, he had felt his position in Greengive up your poor little money,” remonstrated her wood become untenable, and with a stricken heart he mother, the hot tears starting to her eyes. And prepared, at the eventime of his work, to set out yet she knew that she must allow it, and, moreover, anew to find some other quiet path for himself and that in all probability. she would have to use every those he loved. His wife was most affectionate, penny Kate had laid by, with the view of realising Emma brave, and tho others, down to the youngest, at some time the great object of her young ambition true. What plans were made in council in the -a gold watch of her own.

minister's study, and what prayers were offered up “Are we not so happy now, mother, that father by each in secret during a period when each day has really given up all those shares ?” expostulated brought as it were its fresh observations, and each Kate. “I am sure Uncle Nicoll will help him out observation its fresh sorrow and care ! of this trouble, and then you will pay me back, and Neither the minister nor his family had seen any mind with interest, mother. I shall expect-what of the Waddles since Kate's illness. It had been is it they call it ?-dividends or something;” and unmistakably conveyed to them that the old interKate tried to look amused and to laugh.

course was at least no longer desired by the owner Thereupon the two fell to abusing Mr. Graham, of Plum Cottage. And, however unjustifiable it and to declare that it was" all he," thereby meaning may be pronounced on abstract grounds, the femalo to convey to each other, and to their own minds, members of the minister's family did feel sore about that any and every blame rested solely upon the him whom they regarded as the author of their stockbroker, while Mr. David Waddle himself was father's troubles. the purest, wisest, and best of men.

But now Mr. Hartwell and the warmhearted sition, if it were not easy to demonstrate, might at Emma were equally shocked at Mr. Waddle's altered least be regarded, as it not unfrequently is by appearance. The minister shook him cordially by mothers and daughters under similar circumstances, the hand, and Emma would know all about her dear in the light of an axiom, incapable of proof, and Kate. And when she ascertained that the master of therefore not requiring it. With this comfortable Plum Cottage was out of reach for the day, she assurance in her mind, and Pussy's money in her inwardly resolved to "improve the opportunity. hand, Mrs. Waddle could meet her husband in a The two friends met, all the more lovingly for their moro serene mood, and treat his journey and its cost short estrangement; Mrs. Waddle was so humble, as a mere matter of course.

tender, and kind to the minister's daughter as quite Few things are so uncomfortable in life as a very to blot out in many tears the remembrance of her early start on a cold morning. The tidiest room look's husband's doings; while Kate confided to her old like the parlour of an inn before it has been prepared companion all their new troubles. To all which for the day's guests. Mr. David Waddle was vainly Emma made such answer as might have been exendeavouring to “make a good breakfast.” People pected in the circumstances, and consisting chiefly are mostly admonished to do so when either the of a very wise shaking of a very pretty little head, meal or their state of mind ronders the performance horizontally, vertically, or variously, according as impossible. Then there was hurried good-by, and the subject of conversation was Mr. David Waddle, Mr. Waddle started to catch “the parliamentary Mr. James Nicoll, or Mr. Peter Graham. train.As he looked back towards his house, he All this time the great engine went on its way, could not but feel the contrast between contemplat- hurrying its human freight to the great city, there ing the road from within his snug breakfast-parlour to mingle their sorrows, hopes, aspirations, and dis

, at half-past eight o'clock, and contemplating it two appointments with those of the tens of thousands hours earlier from outside his own premises." who similarly hoped and suffered.

There were few passengers for the early train ; Mr. David Waddle felt sadly confused when he indeed, there always were few passengers from arrived at his journey's end. Had it not been for Greenwood. But among them Mr. Waddle was the kindly care of the minister he might have destined to have a fellow-traveller, whom, of all found it difficult to discover and take his place in others, he would just then have most wished to the omnibus, which was now taking him into the avoid. The Rev. Mr. Hartwell, bent like Mr. heart of the City. Altogether, his mind was out of Waddle on travel and on economy, was in waiting, joint. A hundred times he tried to arrange how attended by Emma, who would see the last for the and what he was to explain to Mr. John Nicoll

. It day of her father, prompted to this not more by was past one o'clock when Mr. Waddle found himdaughterly duty than by the circumstance that her self outside the Bank. Down Old Broad Street, and father was going to London, where, among other he stood in front of the court, whose name he so persons and things, he would see her John.

well remembered. Quite at the bottom of it to the The heart of the minister was not much lighter right hand a stair led up to various offices, the than that of Mr. Waddle, though his confidence names of the firms occupying them being clearly in the Master supported him under the burden. legible in white letters on å black ground, just The minister had of late spent miserable weeks. under the entry. Among them Mr. Waddle read, The emouldering discontent" had burst, not into “Nicoll Brothers, stock and sharebrokers.”

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The offices" of Nicoll Brothers consisted of two from Mr. Waddle, and accompanying cach by raps rooms, in the outer of which a solitary clerk was of his ruler on the desk. busily at work before a high desk. Mr. Waddle Mr. David Waddle was aghast. looked at him dubiously. Finding that the onus of mean, sir?” any conversation must lie upon himself, he rested What, may I ask, did you invest in?'

I content with ascertaining that Mr. Nicoll was ex- “There are the Wheal Bang mines,” stammered pected "every minute." After that nothing was Mr. Waddle, "and Patagonian Platina."

“ left him but to study the grain of the wood on the “Rubbish !” soliloquised the stockbroker. floor. Mr. Waddle had nearly mastered its exact " Then Irish Bog Diamonds and Peat Drainago.'' pattern when the door opened, and Mr. John Nicoll Mr. David Waddle felt that the other was closely made straight for his clerk, without taking heed of examining his every feature, and he blushed whilo the visitor. The stockbroker looked very like what undergoing the operation. It is well known that Mr. Waddle remembered his brother to have been. water, unless it go off in steam, cannot reach a higher He was a little, stout-set man, with stubbly grey temperature than the boiling-point. The stockbroker hair, sharp eyes, high shirt-collars, a composite black was at the boiling-point of moral indignation, and ho merino stock, an old-fashioned dress-coat, and snuff spoke slowly and distinctly. coloured inexpressibles, rather short at the extremities, “And you have bought it?" and cut after a pattern much in vogne forty years ago. " And I have bought it.” The clerk having called his attention to tho presence Mr. Nicoll turned away, took up writing materials, of a stranger, Mr. Waddle was admitted into the and began to busy himself apparently with his own inner room.

The stockbroker swung himself on to work. a high stool, and then beckoned his visitor to a chair “What do you think of these shares ?” at last beside him. It is always uncomfortable to sit much inquired Mr. Waddle, in a very meek tone. " Will lower than the man whom you are about to address there—be—a premium on them?” The concluding as a petitioner. Mr. David Waddle felt this as the words came very fast. small grey eyes searched his face.

“What do I think of them ? Premium ? I think, "Well," demanded the stockbroker, after a minute sir, altogether, all of them, they are not-worthor two, “what can I do for you, sir ?"

one-brass farthing, sir!” The boiling water was My name is Waddle, David Waddle, from beginning to pass into steam. " That is to you, sir; Greenwood, sir.”

to you, not to them, mark me!

You will have to pay “Oh!” remarked Mr. Nicoll, “the husband of up on these shares other £2,000, sir. Mark me, sir, Ann. Glad to see you. Hope they are all well ?” £2,000, and that soon, sir. Then, sir, they will be

After a little general conversation there was a fully paid up." Mr. Nicoll returned to his writing: pause, Mr. Nicoli's look expressing inquiry as to David Waddle stood quite upright under this what special business had brought his visitor. Mr. staggering blow, though he nervously grasped the Waddle, in evident confusion, began : "I came to arm of the chair on which he had been sitting. Had ask your advice about investments. Your brother there been even a touch of pity in the heart of his was so kind as to leave us--"

tormentor he could not have spoken so harshly to "Oh, I know all about it. He should have ap- the poor

stricken man. pointed trustees. Well, it can't be helped now.” "What is your opinion then?"

Another gap, which threatened to bo even more The stockbroker descended from his stool. difficult to bridge than the last.

"My opinion is--my firin, decided, deliberato “ There are many investments, sir,” he commenced opinion is--that you are a fool, sir; I can't help more timidly, "apparently safe and very profitable. speaking the plain truth. Moreover, my opinion is, We have at Greenwood the benefit of a local broker, that my poor Brother should have thrown his money chiefly interested in mines and companies. Mr. into the Thames, lined old trunks with his bankPeter Graham has, I believe, considerable experi- notes, and done anything rather than given it to you ence. I believe he is well-known in the City.” —to you, sir.” And Mr. Nicoll pointed with tho

Though Mr. Waddle put this forth with becoming ruler in the direction of the door. modesty, yet he inwardly felt that he was now playing one of his best cards. For had not Mr. Graham shown him, over and over again, his order book, containing entries of fabulous sums remitted through

CHATSWORTII. him from Greenwood to the City and back again from the City to Greenwood ? Such a man inust *HATSWORTII, sometimes called the Palace of command influence even with Mr. Nicoll himself. the Peak, has long had the reputation of being Strange to say the effect of the name seemed, the most splendid mansion in England. Certainly however, to be quite other than ho had expected. there are but one or two residences which can claim

“ Peter Graham,” ho mused ; "Peter Graham- to rival it, while there is none that is more generally Peter Fiddlesticks."

appreciated by sight-seers, to whom by the liberality Mr. David Waddle was thoroughly confounded. of its owner it is accessible the whole summer But he was fairly “in for it,” and in the circum- through. The old hall of Chatsworth, once the scat stances the best thing was " to get out of it” again of the Cavendishes, was pulled down in the first as fast as he could. So with a desperate determina- part of the sixteenth century to make room for a tion he plunged forward.

more pretentious edifice which was erected by the “The fact is, sir, I have been advised to invest. Countess of Shrewsbury. In this building Mary It would not do to put all one's eggs into one basket, Queen of Scots was for a time held in custody by the so I have been advised to divide my capital.” Earl of Shrewsbury, and it is further remarkable as

Eggs! baskot ! capital !” re-echoed the stock | having been for some years the residence of Hobbes, broker, taking up the words seriatim as they foll the Malmesbury philosopher, and for having suc

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cessfully stood a siege of fourteen days when defend had never imagined could be found in this country. ing tho Royalist cause in 1645. This second No amount of money, no industry, no research would building, spite of its historical associations, gave probably avail to get togother at the present day such place towards the close of the seventeenth century another private collection, simply because the mateto a third, which was built from the designs of rials, if they indeed exist at all, are not purchasable Talman, said to have been revised by Sir Christopher by money. Wren, and was completed in 1706; it is the lofty Other specimens of art, in which Chatsworth square pile which forms the southern portion of the abounds more than any other place we know of, are existing edifice. For more than a century no the wood carvings which meet us at every turn, and material addition was made to Chatsworth, but nearly all of which are really admirable productions. about fifty-five years ago the then Duke of Devon- Thesē have been ascribed by Lord Orford, in his shire resolved to add a more stately range of apart- “Anecdotes of Painting” to the famous Grinling ments to the mansion, and, engaging Sir Jollery Gibbons, but there is no proof that Gibbons ever wils Wyatville as architect, erected the north wing, which employed at Chatsworth, or elsewhere in works inwas an addition of nearly four hundred feet to the tended for Chatsworth, while there is proof that other length of the building. These magnificent addi- carvers of eminence, Lobb, Davies, and Watson, for tions, begun in the year 1820, were finished, as we instance, were so employed. Without at all detracting learn from a Latin inscription in the great hall, in from the merit of the various works, which are really the year 1840, a year which is touchingly described of a high order, we deem it safe to assert that Gibbons

"the year of his sorrow,” in allusion to the death had nothing to do with the major part of them, and of the Countess of Burlington, wife of the Duko. probably never wrought on those which meet the eyo

From the railway-station at Rowsley, a drive of the ordinary visitor. We are led to this conclusion along a pleasant route which leads through the from the general absence in the Chatsworth woodvillage of Beeley, and thenco into a park of cleven carvings of that peculiar sharpness and crispness of miles in circumference, well stocked with deer, lands outline which is characteristic of the work of Gibbons, us in the course of some forty minutes at the porter's and which tells us that ho always knew when to leave lodge of the ducal palace. Hence we are led into off--a rare faculty among carvers, who are apt to be the lower hall, dimly lighted, but grand in its gloom, led too far by the fascinations of high finish. There and thence through a corridor into the great is however ono work, exhibited in a glass case as hall, a noble and gorgeous apartment with floor of Gibbons's masterpiece, which he may really have mosaic, and ceiling glowing with the colouring of executed; it is a reproduction in wood of a kind of Verrio and Laguerre, almost dazzling from its force lace frill or cravat, a woodcock and a medal, but it is and freshness. The subjects of tho paintings are hung too high to allow of close examination. Woodsaid to be the exploits of Julius Caesar, à fact, if it be carvers, it would seem, do not troublo themselves a fact, which is not likely to be verified by ordinary much as to the appropriateness of their decorations, visitors. From the great hall we pass to the chapel; thus we find the same subjects-dead game, flowers, from the chapel through other rooms to a long fruit, and festoons-repeated everywhere, in drawgallery hung with drawings and sketches; thenco ing-room, bed-rooms, dining-room, and chapel, a to tho state apartments, state bed-room, and state state of things not at all peculiar to Chatsworth, and drawing-room, thence to the dining-room, thence to which is perhaps to be accounted for by the unthe sculpture-gallery, and thence through the avoidable limitations of the carver's art, which is orangery into the gardens. A large portion of the necessarily confined to the literal imitation of building we do not see at all, for there is of course material forms, of which he will naturally select much that is not shown to visitors; but we see vastly those best calculated to display his skill. We are more than we can carry away, and more than it sorry to notice as we dwell upon ono exquisite group would take a stout volume fairly to describe. We after another of these too fragile productions, that have but space for a few general remarks, and shall not a few of them have suffered sadly, from the therefore condense those as closely as we can.

carelessness either of visitors or of servants, parts of First as to works of art. Chatsworth is rich in the birds or foliage having been rudely snapped off'; paintings, both ancient and modern; besides the and there is another cause of irretrievablo ruin at ceiling and wall paintings, which rarely take a high work in the ravages of insects, against which one rank, there are here many works by the great Italian would imagine effectual precautions might be taken. and Dutch masters; some fine productions of Reynolds It is likely that the visitor who is fond of art will and other English painters of the last century; a few be more struck with the sculpture gallery than with of the masterpieces of Landseer, Collins, Eastlake, any other portion of the edifice. This is a noble and others of the existing British school. All these, apartment above a hundred feet in length, proporhowever, are in a manner scattered about, so that the tionately lofty, and well lighted from the roof; the visitor gets but a glimpse of them, and has no time to walls of uncoloured sandstone forming an admirable reap the enjoyment they would afford. To us the background for the magnificent productions they most impressive of all the art treasures of Chatsworth enclose. These are chietly the works of the most is that long gallery, called we believe the Upper eminent of the Italian, German, and English sculp, South Gallery, where there hang ranged almost on tors. Among them are Thorwaldsen's celebrated the sight line some thousand or so of the original statue of “Venus with the Apple," a work of drawings, sketches, and outlines by the greatest European reputation, which has yet been somewhat masters of the Flemish, Venetian, Spanish, French, harshly judged by the learned crities; Tenerani's and Italian schools. Here are drawings in pen and Cupid extracting a thorn from the foot of Venus," ink, or reed and colour, or chalk or crayon, by one of the most fascinating of the Italian works of Raffaelle, Rembrandt, Titian, Leonardo da Vinci, which this country can boast; and Schadow's “ FilaClaude, and a crowd of other celebrities, forming trice,” which is scarcely less a favourite. But it is altogether such a collection of valuable rarities as we the works of Canova that form the chief charm of

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