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how it had grown and changed, and
how the little wild flowers had been forming, and the voices of the birds had
been strengthening, by day and by night, under the sun and under the stars,
while poor I lay burning and tossing on my bed, the mere remembrance of having
burned and tossed there came like a check upon my peace. But when I heard the
Sunday bells, and looked around a little more upon the outspread beauty, I felt
that I was not nearly thankful enough—that I was too weak yet to be even
that—and I laid my head on Joe's shoulder, as I had laid it long ago when he had
taken me to the Fair or where not, and it was too much for my young senses.
More composure came to me after a
while, and we talked as we used to talk, lying on the grass at the old Battery.
There was no change whatever in Joe. Exactly what he had been in my eyes then he
was in my eyes still; just as simply faithful, and as simply right.
When we got back again and he
lifted me out and carried me—so easily—across the court and up the stairs, I
thought of that eventful Christmas Day when he had carried me over the marshes.
We had not yet made any allusion to my change of fortune, nor did I know how
much of my late history he was acquainted with. I was so doubtful of myself now,
and put so much trust in him, that I could not satisfy myself whether I ought to
refer to it when he did not.
" Have you heard, Joe," I asked
him that evening, upon further consideration, as he smoked his pipe at the
window, "who my patron was ?'
" I heerd," returned Joe, " as it
were not Miss Havisham, old chap."
" Did you hear who it was, Joe?"
" Well ! I heerd as it were a
person what sent the person what giv' you the bank-notes at the Jolly Bargemen,
"So it was."
" Astonishing !" said Joe, in the
" Did you hear that he was dead,
Joe ?" I
presently asked, with increasing
" Which ? Him as sent the
bank-notes, Pip ?" " Yes."
"I think," said Joe, after
meditating a long time, and looking rather evasively at the window-seat, " as I
did hear tell that how he were something or another in a general way in that
" Did you hear any thing of his
circumstances, Joe ?"
"Not partickler, Pip."
" If you would like to hear,
Joe—" I was beginning, when Joe got up and came to my sofa.
" Lookee here, old chap," said
Joe, bending over me. "Ever the best of friends ; ain't us, Pip ?"
I was ashamed to answer him.
"Wery good, then," said Joe, as
if I had answered ; " that's all right ; that's agreed upon. Then why go into
subjects, old chap, which as betwixt two sech must be forever unnecessary ?
There's subjects enough as betwixt two sech, without onnecessary ones. Lord ! To
think of your poor sister and her Rampages ! And don't you remember Tickler ?"
"I do indeed, Joe."
"Lookee here, old chap," said
Joe. " I done what I could to keep you and Tickler in sunders, but my power were
not always fully equal to my inclinations. For when your poor sister had a mind
to drop into you, it were not so much," said Joe, in his favorite argumentative
way, " that she dropped into me too, if I put myself in opposition to her, but
that she dropped into you always heavier for it. I noticed that. It ain't a grab
at a man's whisker, nor yet a shake or two of a man (to which your sister was
quite welcome) that 'ud put a man off from getting a little child out of
punishment. But when that little child is dropped into heavier for that grab of
whisker or shaking, then that man naterally up and says to himself, 'Where is
the good as you are a doing ? I grant you I see the arm,' says the man, 'but I
don't see the good. I call upon you, Sir, theerfore, to pint out the good.' "
" The man says," I observed, as
Joe waited for me to speak.
"The man says," Joe assented. "Is
he right, that man ?"
" Dear Joe, he is always right."
"Well, old chap," said Joe, "
then abide by your words. If he's always right (which in general he's more
likely wrong), he's right when he says this : Supposing ever you kep' any little
matter to yourself when you was a little child, you kep' it mostly because you
know'd as J. Gargery's power to part you and Tickler in sunders were not fully
equal to his inclinations. Theerfore, think no more of it as betwixt two sech,
and do not let us pass remarks upon onnecessary subjects. Biddy giv' herself a
deal o' trouble with me afore I left (for I am most awful dull), as I should
view it in this light, and viewing it in this light, as I should so put it. Both
of which," said Joe, quite charmed with his logical arrangement, " being done,
now this to you a true friend, say. Namely. You mustn't go a over-doing on it,
but you must have your supper and your wine and water, and you must be put
betwixt the sheets."
The delicacy with which Joe
dismissed this theme, and the sweet tact and kindness with which Biddy—who with
her woman's wit had found me out so soon—had prepared him for it, made a deep
impression on my mind. But whether Joe knew how poor I was, and how my great
expectations had all dissolved, like our own marsh mists before the sun, I could
Another thing in Joe that I could
not understand when it first began to develop itself, but which I soon arrived
at a sorrowful comprehension of, was this : As I became stronger and better Joe
became a little less easy with me.
In my weakness and entire
dependence on him the dear fellow had fallen into the old tone, and called me by
the old names, the dear "old Pip, old chap," that now were music in my ears. I
too had fallen into the old ways, only happy and thankful that he let me. But,
imperceptibly, though I held by them fast, Joe's hold upon them began to
slacken; and whereas I wondered at this at first, I soon began to understand
that the cause of it was in me, and that the fault of it was all mine.
Alas ! Had I given Joe no reason
to doubt my constancy, and to think that in prosperity I should grow cold to him
and cast him off? Had I given Joe's innocent heart no cause to feel
instinctively that as I got stronger his hold upon me would be weaker, and that
he had better loosen it in time and let me go before I plucked myself away ?
It was on the third or fourth
occasion of my going out walking in the Temple Gardens leaning on Joe's arm that
I saw this change in him very plainly. We had been sitting in the bright warm
sunlight, looking at the river, and I chanced to say as we got up :
" See, Joe ! I can walk quite
strongly. Now you shall see me walk back by myself."
"Which do not overdo it, Pip,"
said Joe; "but I shall be happy for to see you able, Sir."
The last word grated on me ; but
how could I remonstrate ! I walked no further than the gate of the gardens, and
then pretended to be weaker than I was, and asked Joe for his arm. Joe gave it
me, but was thoughtful.
I, for my part, was thoughtful
too ; for how best to check this growing change in Joe was a great perplexity to
my remorseful thoughts. That I was ashamed to tell him exactly how I was placed,
and what I had come down to, I do not seek to conceal ; but I hope my reluctance
was not quite an unworthy one. He would want to help me out of his little
savings, I knew, and I knew that he ought not to help me, and that I must not
suffer him to do it.
It was a thoughtful evening with
both of us. But before we went to bed I had resolved that I would wait over
to-morrow, to-morrow being Sunday, and would begin my new course with the new
week. On Monday morning I would speak to Joe about this change ; I would lay
aside this last vestige of reserve ; I would tell him what I had in my thoughts
(that Secondly, not yet arrived at), and why I had not decided to go out to
Herbert, and then the change would be conquered forever. As I cleared Joe
cleared, and it seemed as though he had sympathetically arrived at a resolution
We had a quiet day on the Sunday,
and we rode out into the country, and then walked in the fields.
"I feel thankful that I have been
ill, Joe," I said.
" Dear old Pip, old chap, you're
a'most come round, Sir."
" It has been a memorable time
for me, Joe."
"Likeways for myself, Sir," Joe
"We have had a time together,
Joe, that I can never forget. There were days once, I know, that I did for a
while forget ; but I never shall forget these."
"Pip," said Joe, appearing a
little hurried and troubled, " there has been larks. And, dear Sir, what has
been betwixt us—have been."
At night, when I had gone to bed,
Joe came into my room, as he had done all through my recovery. He asked me if I
felt sure that I was as well as in the morning ?
"Yes, dear Joe, quite."
" And are always a getting
stronger, old chap ?"
" Yes, dear Joe, steadily."
Joe patted the coverlet on my
shoulder with his great good hand, and said, in what I thought a husky voice,
When I got up in the morning,
refreshed and stronger yet, I was full of my resolution to tell Joe all, without
delay. I would tell him before breakfast. I would dress at once and go to his
room and surprise him ; for it was the first day I had been up early. I went to
his room, and he was not there. Not only was he not there, but his box was gone.
I hurried then to the
breakfast-table, and on it found a letter. These were its brief contents.
" Not wishful to intrude I have
departured fur you are well again dear Pip and will do better without. Jo.
"P.S. Ever the best of friends."
Inclosed in the letter was a
receipt for the debt and costs on which I had been arrested. Down to that moment
I had vainly supposed that my creditor had withdrawn or suspended proceedings
until I should be quite recovered. I had never dreamed of Joe's having paid the
money : but Joe had paid it, and the receipt was in his name.
What remained for me now but to
follow him to the dear old forge, and there to have out my disclosure to him,
and my penitent remonstrance with him, there to relieve my mind and heart of
that reserved Secondly, which had began as a vague something lingering in my
thoughts, and had formed into a settled purpose ?
The purpose was, that I would go
to Biddy, that I would show her how humbled and repentant I came back, that I
would tell her how I had lost all I once hoped for, that I would remind her of
our old confidences in my first unhappy time. Then I would say to her, "Biddy, I
think you once liked me very well, when my errant heart, even while it strayed
away from you, was quieter and better with you than it ever has been since. If
you can like me only half as well once more, if you can take me with all my
faults and disappointments on my head, if you can receive me like a forgiven
child (and indeed I am as sorry, Biddy, and have as much need of a hushing voice
and a soothing hand), I hope I am a little worthier of you than I was
—not much, but a little. And,
Biddy, it shall rest with you to say whether I shall work at the forge with Joe,
or whether I shall try for any different occupation down in this country, or
whether we shall go away to a distant place where an opportunity awaits me,
which I set aside, when it was offered, until I knew your answer. And now, dear
Biddy, if you can tell me that you will go through the world with me, you will
surely make it a better world for me, and me a better man for it, and I will try
hard to make it a better world for you."
Such was my purpose. After three
days more of recovery I went down to the old place to put it in execution ; and
how I sped in it, is all I have left to tell.
THE FOURTH IN WASHINGTON.
page 477 we publish an
engraving, from a sketch by our special artist, of the
GRAND REVIEW OF NEW YORK
TROOPS at Washington on 4th July. A correspondent thus describes it:
The parade of twenty thousand New
York troops, under command of General Sandford, previously announced, came off
in the morning according to programme. A stand was erected on the sidewalk of
Pennsylvania Avenue, in front of the White House, which was occupied by the
President, several members of the Cabinet,
General Scott, and various Major and
The military filed by in the
Eighth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers
. . . . Col. Blenker. Twelfth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers. . . . Col. Walrath.
Fourteenth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . . . Col. M'Quade. Fifteenth Regiment N.
Y. Volunteers . . . Col. Murphy. Sixteenth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . . . Col.
Davies. Seventeenth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . . Col. Lansing
Eighteenth Regiment N. Y.
Volunteers . . Col Jackson. Nineteenth Regiment N Y Volunteers . . . Col. Clark.
Twenty-first Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . . Col. Rogers. Twenty-second Regiment
N. Y Volunteers Col. Phelps. Twenty-sixth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . . Col.
Twenty-ninth Regiment N. Y.
Volunteers . . Col. Von Steinwehr.
Twenty-eighth Regiment N. Y.
Volunteers . Col. Donnelly. Thirtieth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . . . Col.
Frisby Thirty-first Regiment N. Y. Volunteers. . . Col. C. C. Pratt.
Thirty-second Regiment N. Y. Volunteers. . Col. Matheson. Thirty-seventh
Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . Col. M'Cunn. Thirty-eighth Regiment N. Y.
Volunteers. . Col. Ward. Garibaldi Guard Regiment N. Y. Volunteers. Col.
Fifth Regiment N. Y. State
Militia . . . . Col. Schwarzwaelder. Twelfth Regiment N. Y. State Militia . . .
Col. Butterfield. Seventy-ninth Regiment N Y. State Militia . Col. Cameron.
Seventy-first Regiment N. Y. State Militia . Col. Martin.
The troops having passed in
review, the crowd immediately surrounded the platform, when loud calls being
made for General Scott,
President Lincoln came forward
and said :
FELLOW-CITIZENS—I trust you will
not blame me today for standing in front. It is a sort of rule that constrains
me to do so. I know that a sight of your noble and gallant and revered General
Scott would be more gratifying to you than a speech from me. I take great
pleasure, therefore, in Introducing that distinguished gentleman to you.
General Scott then came forward,
when he was cheered with the most deafening applause. The old General, the
bulwark of the nation on this threatened time of demolition, bowed his
acknowledgments to the enthusiastic people below him, and his eyes met the
upturned gaze of the vast crowd and marked the fervor of their feelings in eyes
that gleamed with grateful emotion, and on shouts that proclaimed a people's
thanks for peace preserved and a Union saved. He must have felt rewarded for the
great services he has and is still rendering to the country. Cheer after cheer
followed, and it was only when the aged chieftain bowed and retired among his
friends, leaving the front of the platform clear, that a partial calm was
THE WAR ON THE POTOMAC.
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who formed part of the Sumter garrison under
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For August, 1861.
THE CENTRAL PARK. By T. ADDISON
Bridge.—Map of the Park. — Arbor. — Bridle Road. — Transverse Road. —Carriage
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ORLEY FARM. By ANTHONY
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CHAPTER XIII. Guilty, or not
CHAPTER XIV. Dinner at the Cleeve.
CHAPTER XV. A Morning Call at
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CHAPTER XVI. Mr. Dockwrath in
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THE SWORD AND THE PEN.
THE SEED PEARL.
THE BAKERTOWN MILITIA.
SUNSET AFTER A SHOWER.
A READING BY CHARLES DICKENS.
THE HELPING HAND.
LOUIS NAPOLEON: PRINCE AND
EMPEROR. MRS. JUJUBE AT HOME.
THE ADVENTURES OF PHILIP. By W.
CHAPTER XV. Samaritans.
CHAPTER XVI. In which Philip
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