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1. St. Giles and St. James—chap. 16,
15. Funeral of Justice Story,
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for, fearing that the hallway character of the re“ The publishers are gratified at the very gene- duction would retard its ultimate success. ral interest which the publication of these Lectures has awakened in the public mind to subjects con- Prof. Stuart, of Andover, has in press a rol: nected with the Sciences and Useful Årts. If, ume entitled " A Critical History and Defence of however, those persons who have more readily ap- the Canon of the Old Testament.” The object preciated the value of a work of this nature, and of the work is to show that our Saviour and his have promptly patronized it themselves, would · take the pains to recommend it to their friends, Apostles constantly recognized as of Divine au: and especially to the mechanics and young men of thority the books of the Old Testament, the identhe nation, the circulation and diffusion of useful tical books which we now find there, and no intelligence would be vastly extended, and the others.
of the past! Here is the scene of a happy child
hood. It is full of gracious shapes—a resurrection Every guest of the Lamb and Star bore away of the gentle, beautiful. We have lain in that the confession of the assassin ; and full soon scorn- field, and thought the lark-a trembling, fluitering ful, loathing looks beset the path of Robert Willis. speck of song above us-must be very near to The gossiping villagers would stand silent, eyeing God. That field is filled with sweetest memories, him askance, as he passed them. The dullest as with flowers. And there is an old-old tree. hind would return his nod and good-morrow with How often have we climbed it, and, throned amid a sullen, awkward air. Even little children cow- its boughs, have read a wondrous book; a someered from him, huddling about their mothers, as thing beating like a drum at our heart ; a somethe gay homicide would pat their heads, and give thing that, confusing us with a dim sense of glory, them pennies. It did not serve, that Robert Wil- has filled our soul with a strange, fitful music, as lis, with a roaring laugh, declared the whole a with the sounds of a far-coming triumph! Such jest-a drunken frolic just to make folks stare. It may be the memories of a happy youth. And served not that he would loudly and laboriously what, as St. Giles, with his face leaning on his chuckle “ to think how he had made Blink shake- propped hands, gazed from the wagon, what, and how, with just a word or so, he had taken seeing the scenes of his childhood—what saw he? everybody in.". No; the confession of the mur- Many things big with many thoughts. derer had sunk into the hearts of his hearers : the Yes; how well he knew that court! Six-andtale spread far and wide, and not even butts of ale thirty hours' hunger had raged in his vitals, and —and Willis tried that Lethe-would drown the with a desperate plunge, he had dived into a memory of it. And so in brief time, the miserable pocket. It was enipty. But the would-be thief wretch' was left alone with the fiends. A few, was felt, and hotly pursued. He turned up that out of pure love of the liquor he bestowed, would court. He was very young, then; and, like a still have doubted the blood-guiltiness of their fool, knew not the ins-and-outs of the borough. patron ; but even they could not long confront the He ran up the court; there was no outlet ; and reproaches of their fellows. And so, with a late the young thief was caught like a stoat in a trap. and hesitating virtue, they wiped their lips of the And now St. Giles sees the joy of his pursuer; murderer's inalt, and consented to believe him very and almost feels the blow the good, indignant man, bad indeed. Willis, as one by one dropt from him, dealt as with a flail upon the half-naked child. grew fiercely confident; battling with brazen brow Ay, and it was at that post, that his foot slipt the looks of all. Unequal fight! The devil is a when he was chased by the beadle for stealing two coward in the end : and so, after a show of scorn- potatoes from a dealer's sack. Yes; and opposite ful opposition, the poor cowed fiend gave up the that very house, the beadle laid about him with contest, and Robert Willis went no man knew his cane; and there it was that the big, raw-boned, where. A sad blow was this to Justice Wattles. painted woman, tore him from the beadle's grasp; That he should have spent so much money on so and giving him a penny, told him with an oath to hopeless a creature ! That he should have gone run for very life. Such were the memories--yes, to the heavy expense of Mr. Montecute Crawley! every turning had such-that thronged upon St. That at so vast a price he should have saved his Giles, gazing in thought upon his childhood days, kinsman from the gibbet—when the desperate fool from the Kent wagon. had hung himself in the opinion of all men! It And then happier thoughts possessed our hero. would have been better, far cheaper, to let truth He looked again and again at the card given him take its course,
-but then there was the respecta- by St. James; and that bit of paper with its few bility of the family! After all, it was some poor words was a talisman to his soul; a written spell consolation to the puzzled justice, that however a that threw a beauty and a brightness about the Willis might have deserved the gallows, he had meanest things of London. Human life moved escaped it: opinion was a hard thing; but at the about him fuls of hope and dignity. He had-or hardest it was not rightened hemp. Nobody could would have—an interest in the great game-how say that a Willis was ever hanged. Truth, after great and how small!—of men.
He would no all, had not been sacrificed for nothing; and that longer be a man-wolf; a wretched thing to hunt was some comfort at the least.
and be hunted. He would know the daily sweets In due course, the Kent wagon brought St. of honest bread, and sleep the sleep of peace. Giles to London. It was about five o'clock on a What a promotion in the scale of life! What bright summer morning when St. Giles, with rap-/ unboped felicity, to be permitted to be honest, turous eyes, looked upon the borough. Yes, he gentle! What a saving mercy, to be allowed 10 had returned to his hard-nursing mother, London. walk upright with those he might begin to look She had taught hi:n to pick and steal, and lie, and, upon as fellow-creatures ! And as St. Giles yet a child, to anticipate the iniquities of men ; and thought of this, gratitude melted his very being, then-foolish, guilty mother !--she had scourged and he could have fallen upon his knees on London her youngling for his naughtiness; believing by stones, in thankfulness and penitence. Solitude the severity of her chastisement best to show her to him had been a softening teacher. Meditation scorn of vice, her love of goodness. And St. had come upon him in the far wilds; and the isoGiles, as the vagon crawled along, lay full-lated, badged, and toiling felon for the first time length upon the straw, and mused upon the fre- thought of the mystery of himself; for the first quent haunts of his early days. Sweet and balmy time dared to look in upon his heart-a look thai sweet such thoughts ! Refreshing to the soul, some who pass for bold men sometimes care not to jaded and fretful from the fight of men, to slake take—and he resolved to fight against what seemed its thirst for peace and beauty, at the fountain of his fate. He would get back to the world. memory, when childhood seemed to have played Despite of the sentence that bade him not to hope, with angels. What a luxury of the heart, to cast he would hope. Though doomed to be a life-long off the present like a foul, begrimed garment, and human instrument, a drudging carcass, he would let the soul walk awhile in the naked innocence win back his manhood-he would return to life a self-respecting being. And this will beat, con- fervent devotion, thanking his God who had stant as a pulse, within him. And these feelings, brought him from the land of cannibals to the land though the untutored man could give them no har- of Christians. monious utterance, still sustained and soothed him ; And now is St. Giles aroused by a stream of and now, in London streets, made most hopeful people passing upward and downward, and as music to his soul.
though led by one purpose turning into the Old And St. Giles passed through old familiar Bailey.
66 What's this crowd about?” he asked places, and would not ponder on the miserable of one, and ere he was answered, he saw far down memories that thronged them. No; with a strong at Newgate door a scaffold and a beam; and a will, he laid the rising ghosts of his boyish days, mass of human creatures, crowded like bees, gazand went with growing stoutness on. He was ing upon them.—“What's this?" again asked St. bound for St. James'-square, and the way before Giles, and he felt the sickness of death upon him. him was a path of pleasure. How changed was " What's this?" answered a fellow with a London-bridge! To his boyhood it had been a sneering leer—" Why, where do you come from mass of smoked, grimed stone: and now it seemed to ask that? Why, it's king George's new drop, a shape of grace and beauty. He looked, too, at and this is the first day he's going to try it. No the thousand ships that, wherever the sea rolled, more hanging at Tyburn now; no more drinks of with mute gigantic power told the strength, the ale at the Pound. It's all now to be the matter wealth, and enterprise of England. He looked, of a minute, they say. But it will never answer, and would not think of the convict craft, laden it never does; any of these new-fangled things. with crimes, and wrong, and blasphemy, that had Nothing like the old horse and cart, take my word borne him to his doom. He passed along, through for it. Besides, all London could see something Lombard-street to the bank; and he paused and of the show when they went to Tyburn, while smiled as he thought of the time when the place next to nobody can be accommodated in the Old seemed to him a place of awful splendor; a visible Bailey. But it serves me right. If I had n't got heaven, and they he thought who went for moneys so precious drunk last night, I'd been up in time there," angels ascending and descending;" and to have got a place near the gallows. Silence ! above all, what a glory it would be to him-a fame There goes eight o'clock." surpassing all burglarious renown—10 rob that And as the hour was struck by the bells of Bank of England. And then he saw the Mansion- Christian churches—of churches built in Christ's house; and thought of the severe and solemn name, who conquered vengeance by charity-men alderman who had sentenced him to Bridewell. were led forth to be strangled by men, their last And then St. Giles passed along Cheapside, and moments soothed and made hopeful by Christ's stood before St. Paul's church ; and then for the clergyman. Indeed, it is long and hard teaching, first time felt somewhat of its tremendous beauty. to make nations truly read the Testament they It had been to him a mere mountain of stone, with boast of. a clock upon it: and now, he felt himself subdued, There was a sudden hush among the crowd ; refined, as the cathedral, like some strange har- and St. Giles felt himself rooted where he stood ; mony, sank into his soul. He thought, too, of with gaping_mouth, and eyes glaring towards Christ and the fishermen and tentmakers Christ Newgate. The criminals, trussed for the grave, had glorified-for he had learned to read of them came out. 6 One-two-three-four-five-six when a felon in the wilderness--and his heart seven”—cried St. Giles in a rising scream, glowed with Christian fervor at Christ's temple- numbering the wretches as each passed to his ihat visible glory made and dedicated to the pur- place—"eight-nine-ten-Good God! how maposes of the Great Teacher—most mighty in his ny?'—and terror-stricken, he could count no furgentleness, most triumphant by his endurance, ther. most adorable by the charity that he taught to And then the last night's bacchanal next St. men, as the immortal link to hold them still to Giles, took up the reckoning, counting as he would God! Could expression have breathed upon the have counted so many logs of wood, so many sacks thoughts of St. Giles, thus he might have delivered of coals.-" Eight-nine-ten-eleven-twelvehimself. He spoke not: but stood gazing at the thirteen-fourteen-fifteen. That's all; yes, it church, and thinking what a blessing it was upon was to be fifteen : that little chap's the last. Fifa land, wherein temples for such purposes abound-teen.” ed; where solemn men set themselves apart from Reader, pause a moment. Drop not the book the sordid ways of life, keeping their minds calm with sudden indignation at the writer who, to and undefiled from the chink and touch of money make the ingredients of his story “thick and slab," bags, to heed of nothing but the fainting, bleeding, invents this horror. No; he but copies from the erring hearts of those who had dwelt upon the chronicles of the Old Bailey. Turn to them, inearth as though the earth had never a grave. credulous reader, and you will find that on the Yes; it was a blessing to breathe in such a land. balmy morning of the twenty-third of June, in the It was a destiny demanding a daily prayer of year of our Öffended Lord, one thousand seven thankfulness, to know that Christian charity was hundred and eighty-four, fifteen human beings preached from a thousand and a thousand pulpits; were hanged in front of Newgate : death-offerings io feel that the spirits of the apostles, their earnest, to the laws and virtues of merry England. It was truthful spirits, (ere solemnized by inspiration,) the first day, too, of the new drop, and the novel still animated bishops, deans, and rectors; and engine must be greeted with a gallant number. even cast a glory on the worn coats of how many Fame has her laurels : why should not Justice thousand curates! St. Giles, the returned trans- have her ropes ? There was, too, a pleasantryport-the ignorant and sinning man; St. Giles, the devil, if he joke at all, must joke after some whose innocence of childhood had been offered to such fashion—in trying the substance and capacity the Moloch selfishness of society—even St. Giles of a new gallows, by so much weight of human felt all this ; and with swelling heart and the tears flesh convulsed in the death-struggle. And som in his throat, passed down Ludgate-hill, with a great was the legislative wit!-there were fifteen