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THE

YOUTH OF JErrERSO:N^

A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES

AT WILLIAMSBURG, IN VIRGINIA, A.D. 1764

" Dulce est desipere in loco."

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1854

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it is only necessary to say, that it was written as a
relaxation after exhausting toil. If its grotesque
incidents beguile an otherwise weary hour with
innocent laughter, the writer's ambition will have
been fully gratified.

THE YOUTH OF JEFFERSON.

CHAPTER I.
HOW THEEE PEESONS DT THIS HlSTOEY OAME BY THEIE
NAMES.
ON a fine-May moming in the year 1764, — that is to
say, between the peace at Fontainebleau and the
stamp act agitation, which great events have fortunately
no connection with the present narrative, — a young man
mounted on an elegant horse, and covered from head to
foot with lace, velvet, and embroidery, stopped before a
small house in the tt)wn or city of WiUiamsburg, the
capital of Yirginia.
Negligently delivering his bridle into the hands of a
diminutive negro, the young man entered the open door,
ascended a flight of stairs which led to two or three
small rooms above, and tuming the knob, attempted to
enter the room opening upon the street.
The door opened a few inches, and then was sud
denly closed by a heavy body thrown against it.
"Back!" cried a careless and jovial voice, "back!
base proctor — this is my castle."
" Open ! open !" cried the visitor.
" Never !" replied the voice.

6 THE TOTTTH Or JEFFBE80N ; OK,
The visitor kicked the door, to the great damage of his
Spanish shoes.
"Beware!" cried the hidden voice; "I am armed
to the teeth, and rather than be captured I will die in
defence of my rights — ^namely, liberty, property, and
the pursuit of happiness under difl&culties."
" Tom ! you are mad."
" "What? that voice? not the proctor's !"
"No, no," cried the visitor, kicking again; " Jacque-
lin's." "Ah, ah!"
And with these ejaculations the inmate of the cham
ber was heard drawing back a table, then the butt of
a gun sounded upon the floor, and the door opened.
The young man who had asserted his inalienable natu
ral rights with so much fervor was scarcely twenty — ^at
least he had not reached his majority. He was richly
clad, with the exception of an old faded dressing gown,
which fell gracefully like a Roman toga around his legs ;
and his face was full of intelUgence and careless, some
what cynical humor. The features were hard and point
ed, the mouth large, the hair sandy with a tinge of red.
" Ah, my dear forlorn lover !" he cried, grasping his
visitor's hand, " I thought you were that rascally proc
tor, and was really preparing for a hand-to-hand conflict,
to the death."
"Indeed!"" Yes, sir ! could I expect anything else, from the way
you turned my knob ? You puzzled me."
" So I see," said his visitor ; " you had your- gun, and
were evidently afraid."
"Afraid? Never!"

A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. 7
" Afraid of your shadow !"
" At least I never would have betrayed fear had I seen
you !" retorted the occupant of the chamber. " You are
so much in love that a fly need not be afraid of you.
Poor Jacquelin ! poor melancholy Jacques ! a feather
would knock you down."
The melancholy Jacques sat down sighing.
"The fact is, my dear fellow," he said, "I am the
victim of misfortune : but who complains ? I don't, espe
cially to you, you great lubber, shut up here in your
den, and with no hope or fear on earth, beyond pardon
of your sins of commission at the coUege, and dread
of the proctor's grasp ! You are living a dead life, while
I — ah ! don't speak of it. What were you reading ?"
" That deplorable Latin song. Salve your ill-humor
with it !"
And he handed his visitor, by this time stretched
carelessly upon a lounge, the open volume. He read :
•
"Orientis partibus
Adventavit asinus,
Pulcher et fortissimus,
Sarcinis aptissimus.
" Hez, sire asne, ear chantez
Belle bouche rechignez,
"Vous aurez du foin assez,
Et de I'avoine a plantez."
" Good," said the visitor satirically ; " that suits you
 excep't it should be '¦ocoidenUs partibus:' our Sir
Asinus comes from the west. And by my faith, I think
I wiU in future dub you Sir Asinus, in revenge for call
ing me — ^me, the most cheerful of Hght-hearted mortals
— the 'melancholy Jacques.' "

8 THE YOUTH OF JEFEEESON ; OE,
" Come, come !" said the gentleman threatened with
this sobriquet, "that's too bad, Jacques."
'•'¦Jacques I You persist in calling me Jacques, just as
you persist jn calling Belinda, Ca/rrvpa/na vn die — Bell im,
day. What a deplorable witticism! I could find a
better in a moment. Stay," he added, " I have discov
ered it already."
" What is it, pray, most sapient Jacques ?"
" Listen, most long-eared Sir Asinus."
And the young man read once again :
" Hez, sire asne, car chantez,
Belle bouche rechignez ;
Vous aurez du foin assez,
Et de I'avoine a plantez."
" WeU," said his friend, " now that you have mangled
that French with your wretched pronunciation, please
explain how my lovely Belinda — come, don't sigh and
scowl because I say ' my,' for you know it's all settled
— tell me where in these» lines you find her name."
" In the second," sighed Jacques.
"Oh yes!— bah!"
"There you are sneering. You make a miserable
Latin pun, by which you translate Belinda into Carni-
pcma im, die — Bell in day — and when I improve your
idea, making it really good, you sneer."
" Really, now ! — well, I don't say !"
" BeUe-bouche ! Could any thing be finer ? ' Pretty-
mouth !' And then the play upon Bel, in Belinda, by
the word Belle. Positively, I will in future caU her
nothing else. BeUe-bouche — ^pretty-mouth ! Ah !
And the unfortunate lover stretched languidly upon
the lounge, studied the ceUing,.and sighed piteously.

A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. . 9
His friend burst into a roar of laughter. Jacques— for
let us adopt the sobriquets all round — turned negligently
and said :
" Pray what are you brayiag at. Sir Asinus ?"
" At your sighs."
"Did I sigh?"
" Yes, portentously !"
" I think you are mistaken."
"No!" " I never sigh."
And the melancholy Jacques uttered a sigh which
was enough to shatter all his bulk.
The consequence was that Sir Asinus burst into a
second roar of laughter louder than before, and said :
" Come, my dear Jacques, unbosom ! You have been
to see  "
"BeUe-bouche — BeUe-bouche: but I am not in love
with her."
" Oh no — of course not," said his friend, laughing
ironically. Jacques sighed.
" She don't Uke me," he said forlornly.
"She's very fond of me though," said his friend.
" Only yesterday — ^but I am mad to be talking about
it." With which words Sir Asinus turned away his head to
hide his mischievous and triumphant smile.
Poor Jacques looked more forlorn than ever ; which
circumstance seemed to afford his friend extreme delight.
" Why not pay your addresses to Philippa, Jacques my
boy ?". he said satirically ; " there's no chance for you
with BeUe-bouche, as you caU her."
1*

10 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEE80M ; OE,
"Philippa? No, no!" sighed Jacques; "she's too
brilUant." "For you?"
" Even for me — me, the prince of wits, and coryphaeus
of coxcombs : yes, yes !"
And the melancholy Jacques sighed again, and looked
around him with the air of a man whose last hope on
earth has left him.
His friend chokes down a laugh ; and stretching him
self in the bright spring sunshine pouring through the
window, says with a smile :
" Come, make a clean breast of if, old feUow. You
were there to-day ?"
" Yes, yes."
" Have a pleasant time ?"
" Can't say I did."
" Were there any visitors ?"
" A dozen — ^you understand the description of visit
ors." "No; what sort?"
"Fops in embryo, and aspirants after wit-laurels."
"It is well you went — ^they must have been thrown
in the shade. For you, my dear Jacques, are undeniably
the most perfect fop, and the greatest wit — ^in your own
opinion — of this pleasant village of Devilsburg."
"No, no," replied his companion with well-affected
modesty ; " I a fop ! I a pretender to wit ? No, no, my
dear Sir Asinus, you do me injustice : I am the simplest
of mortals, and a very child of innocence. But I was
speaking of Shadynook and the fairies of that domain.
Never have I seen BeUnda, or rather BeUe-bouche, so
lovely, and I here disdainfully repel your ridiculous

A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 11
calumny that she's in love with you, you great lump of
presumption and overweening self-conceit ! Philippa
too was a pastoral queen — in silk and jewels — and around
them they had gathered together a troop of shepherds
from the adjoining grammar-school, called William and
Mary College, of which I am an aspiting bachelor, and
you were an ornament before your religious opinions
caught from Fauquier drove you away like a truant
school-boy. The shepherds were as usual very ridiculous,
and I had no opportunity to whisper so much as a single
Avord into my dear Belle-bouche's ear. Ah ! how lovely
she looked ! By heaven, I'll go to-moiTow and request
her to designate some form of death for me to die — all
for her sake !"
With which words the forlorn Jacques gazed languidly
through the window.
At the same moment a bell was heard ringing in the
direction of the College ; and yawning first luxuriously,
the young man rose.
" Lecture, by Jove !" he said.
" And you, unfortunate victim, must attend," said
his companion.
" Yes. You remain here ?"
"To the end."
"StiU resisting?"
" To the death !"
" Yery well," said Jacques, putting on his cocked hat,
which was ornamented with a magnificent feather. "J
half envy you ; but duty calls — ^I must go."
" If you see Ned Carter, "or Tom Randolph of Tucka-
hoe, tell them to come round."
"To corafort you ? Poor unfortunate prisoner 1"

12 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON.
" No, most sapient Jacques : fortunately I do not need
comfort as you do."
"7" want comfort?"
" Yes ; there you are sighing : that ' heigho !' was
dreadful." "Scoffer!"" No ; I am your rival."
" Very well ; I warn you that I intend to push the
siege ; take care of your interests."
"I'm not afraid."
" I am going to see BeUe-bouche again to-morrow.
" Faith, PU be there, then."
" Good ; war is opened then — ^the glove thrown ?"
" War to the death ! Good-by, publican !"
»" Farewell, sinner !"
And with these words the melancholy Jacques de
parted.

CHAPTER II.
JACQUES SHOWS THB ADVANTAGE OP BEING LED CAPTIVE
BY A CEOOK.
IT was a delicious day, such a day as the month of flow
ers alone can bring into the world, and all nature
seemed to be rejoicing. The peach and cherry blos
soms shone like snow upon the budding trees, the oriole
shot from elm to elm, a ball of flre against a background
of blue and emerald, and from every side came the mur
muring flow of streamlets, dancing in the sun and filling
the whole landscape with their joyous music.
May reigned supreme — a tender blue-eyed maiden,
treading upon a carpet of young grass with flowers in
their natural colors ; and nowhere were her smile§ softer
or more bright than there at Shadynook, which looks still
on the noble river flowing to the sea, and on the distant
town of Williamsburg, from which Ught clouds of smoke
curl upward and are lost in the far-reaching azure.
Shadynook was one of those old hip-roofed houses
which the traveller of to-day meets with so frequently,
scattered throughout Yfrginia, crowning every knoll and
giving character to every landscape. Before the house
stretched a green lawn bounded by a low fence ; and in
the rear a garden fuU of flowers and blossoming fruit
trees made the surrounding air faint with the odorous
breath of Spring.

14r THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
Over the old house, whose dormer windows were
wreathed with the mosses of age, stretched the wide
arms of two noble elms ;' and the whole homestead
had about it an air of home comfort, and a quiet, happy
repose, which made many a wayfarer from far countries
sigh, as he gazed on it, embowered in its verdurous grove.
In the garden is an arbor, over which flowering vines
of every description hover and bloom, full of the wine
of spring. Around the arbor extend flower plats care
fuUy tended and fragrant with violets, crocuses, and early
primroses. Foliage of the light tender tint of May clothes
the background, and looking from the arbor you clearly
discern the distant barn rising above the trees.
In this arbor sits or rather reclines a young girl — for she
has stretched herself upon the trellised seat, with a lan
guid aud careless ease, which betrays total abandon —
an abandon engendered probably by the warm languid
air of May, and those million flowers burdening the air
with perfume.
This is Miss BeUe-bouche, whom we have heard the
melancholy Jacques discourse of with such forlorn elo
quence to his friend Tom, or Sir Asinus, as the reader
pleases. BeUe-bouche, Pretty-mouth, Belinda, or Rebecca —
for this last was the name given her by her sponsors —
is a young girl of about seventeen, and of a beauty
so fresh and rare that the enthusiasm of Jacques was
scarcely strange. The girl has about her the freshness
and innocence of childhood, the grace and elegance of
the inhabitants of that realm of fairies which we read
of in the olden poets— all the warmth, and reaUty, and
beauty of those lovelier fairies of our earth. Around her

A OHEONlOLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 15
delicate brow and rosy cheeks fall myriads of golden
" drop curls," which veil the deep-blue eyes, half closed
and flxed upon the open volume in her hand. BeUe-
bouche is very richly clad, in a velvet gown, a satin un
derskirt from which the gown is looped back, wide cuffs
and profuse lace at wrists and neck ; and on her diminu
tive feet, which peep from the skirt, are red morocco
shoes tied with bows of ribbon, and adorned with heels
not more than three inches in height. Her hair is pow
dered and woven with pearls — she wears a pearl neck
lace ; she looks Uke a child dressed by its mother for a
ball, and spoiled long ago by "petting."
BeUe-bouche reads the "Althea" of Lovelace, and
smiles approvingly at the gallant poet's assertion, that
the birds of the air know no such liberty as he does, fet
tered by her eyes and hair. It is the fashion for Lovelaces
to make such declarations, and with a coquettish little
movement she puts back the drop curls, and raises her
blue eyes to the sky from which they have stolen their
hue. She remains for some moments in this reverie, and
is not aware of the approach of a gallant Lovelace, who,
hat in hand, the feather of the said hat trailing on the
ground, draws near.
Who is this gallant but our friend of one day's stand
ing, the handsome, the smiUng, the forlorn, the melan-
clioly — and, being melancholy, the interesting — Jacques.
He approaches smiling, modest, humble — a consum
mate strategist ; his ambrosial curls and powdered queue
tied with its orange ribbon, shining in the sun. He
wears a suit of cut velvet with gold buttons ; a flowered

16 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON; GE,
satin waistcoat reaching to his knees ; scarlet silk stock
ings, and high-heeled worsted shoes. His cuffs would
enter a barrel with difficulty, and his chin reposes upon
a frill of irreproachable Mechlin lace.
Jacques finds the eyes suddenly turned upon him, and
bows low. Then he approaches, falls upon one knee, and
presses his lips gallantly to the hand of the Uttle beauty,
who smiling carelessly rises in a measure from her recum
bent position.
" Do I find the fair BeUnda reading ?" says the gal
lant ; " what blessed book is made happy by the light of
her eyes ?"
Which remarkable words, we must beg the reader to
remember, were after the fashion of the time and scarcely
more than commonplace. The fairer portion of human
ity had even then perfected that sovereignty over the
males which in our own day is so very observable. So,
instead of replying in a tone indicating surprise, the Ut
tle beauty answers quite simply :
" My favorite — Lovelace."
Jacques heaves a sigh ; for the music of the voice has
touched his heart — ^nay, overwhelmed it with a new flood
of love.
He dangles his bonnet and plume, and carefully ar
ranges a drop curl. He, the prince of wits, the orna
ment of ball rooms, the star of the minuet and reel, is
suddenly quite dumb, and seems to seek for a subject
to discourse upon in surrounding objects.
A happy idea strikes him ; a thought occurs to him ;
he grasps at it with the desperation of a drowning
man. He says :

A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. 17
" 'Tis a charming day, fairest BeUe-bouche — ^BeUnda,
I mean. Ah, pardon my awkwardness !"
And the unhappy Corydon betrays by his confusion
how much this slip of the tongue has embarrassed him
¦ — at least, that he wishes her to think so.
The little beauty smiles faintly, and bending a fatal
languishing glance upon her admirer, says : /
" You called me — what was it?"
" Ah, pardon me."
" Oh certainly ! — ^but please say what you called me."
"How can I?"
" By teUing me," says the beauty philosophicaUy.
" Must I ?" says Jacques, reflecting that after all his
offence was not so dreadful.
"If you please."
"I said BeUe-b6uche."
"Ah! thatis  ?"
" Pretty-mouth," says Lovelace, with the air of a man
who is caught feloniously appropriating sheep ; but
unable to refrain from bending wistful looks upon- the
topic of his discourse.
BeUe-bouche laughs with a delicious good humor,
and Jacques takes heart again.
" Is that aU ?" she says ; " but what a pretty name !"
" Do you like ifc, really ?" asks the forlorn lover.
"Indeed I do."
" And may I call you BeUe-bouche ?"
" If you please."
Jacques feels his heart oppressed with its weight of
love. He sighs. This manceuvre is greeted with a
little laugh.

18 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
" Oh, that was a dreadful heigho !" she says ; " you
must be in love."
"I am," he says, "desperately."
A slight color comes to her bright cheek, for it is
impossible to misunderstand his eloquent glance.
" Are you ?" she says ; " but that is wrong. Fie on't !
Was ever Corydon really in love with his Chloe — or are
his affections always conflned to the fluttering ribbons,
and the crook, wreathed with flowers, which make her a
pleasant object only, Uke a picture ?"
Jacques sighs.
"I am not a Corydon," he says, "much less have I
a Chloe — at least, who treats me as Chloes should treat
their faithful shepherds. My Chloe runs away when I
approach, and her crook turns into a shadow which I
grasp in vain at. The shepherdess has escaped !"
"It is weU she don't beat you," says the lovely girl,
smiling. " Beat me !"
" With her crook."
" Ah ! I ask nothing better than to excite some emo
tion in her tender heart more lively than indifference.
Perhaps were she to hate me a little, and consequently
beat me, as you have said, she might end by drawing
me towards her with her flowery crook."
The young girl laughs.
" Would you follow ?"
" Ah, yes — for who knows  ?"
He pauses, smiling wistfully.
" Ah, finish— finish ! I know 'tis something pretty by
the manner in which you smUe," she says, laughing.

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"Who knows, I would say, but in following her,
fairest BeUe-bouche — may I call you BeUe-bouche?"
" Oh yes, if you please — if you think it suits me."
And she pours the full Ught of her eyes aijd smiles
upon him, until he looks down, blinded.
" Pity, pity," he murmurs, ""pity, dearest Miss BeUe-
bouche  "
She pretends not to hear, but, turning away with a
blush at that word " dearest," says, with an attempt
at a laugh :
" You have not told me why you would wish your
Chloe to draw you after her with her crook."
" Because we should pass through the groves  "
"WeU." " And I should wrap her in my cloak, to protect her
from the boughs and thoijQS."
"Would you?"
" Ah, yes ! And then we should cross the beautiful
meadows and the flowery knoUs  "
" Yery well, sir."
" And I should gather flowers for her, and kneeling
to present them, would approach near enough to kiss
her hand  "
" Oh goodness !"
"And flnaUy, fairest BeUe-bouche, we should cross
the bright streams on the pretty sylvan bridges  "
" Yes, sir."
" And most probably she would grow giddy ; and I
should take her in my arms, and holding her on my
faithful bosom  "
Jacques opens his arms as though he would really
clasp the fair shepherdess, who, half risen, with her

20 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON.
golden curls mingled with the flowers, her cheeks the
color of her red fluttering ribbons, seeks to escape the
declaration which her lover is about to make.
" Oh, no ! no !" she says.
He draws back despairingly, and at the same moment
hears a meiTy voice come singing down the blossom-fret
ted walk, upon which miUions of the snowy leaves have
fallen. " One more chance gone !" the melancholy Jacques
murmurs ; and tm-ning, he bows to the new comer — the
fair PhiUppa.

CHAPTER III.
AN HEIEESS WHO WISHES TO BECOME A MAN.
PHILIPPA is a lady of nineteen or twenty, with the
air of a duchess and the walk of an antelope. Her
brilliant eyes, as black as night, and as clear as a sunny
stream, are fiiU of life, vivacity and mischief; she seems
to be laughing at life, and love, and gallantry, and all the
complimentary nothings of society, from the height of
her superior intellect, and with undazzled eyes. She
is clad even more richly than BeUe-bouche, for Phi
Uppa is an heiress — ^the mistress of imtold farms — or plan
tations as they then said ; — miles of James River " low
grounds" and uncounted Africans. Like the Duke of
Burgundy's, her sovereignty is acknowledged in three
languages — ^the English, the African or Moorish, and
the Indian: for the Indian settlement on the south
side calls her mistress, and sends to her for blankets in
the winter. In the summer it is not necessary to ask for
the produce of her estate, such as they desire — they ap
propriate it.
Philippa is a cousin of BeUe-bouche; and BeUe-
bouche is the niece of Aunt Wimple, who is mistress of
the Shadynook domain. Philippa has guardians, but it
cannot be said they direct her movements. They have
given up that task in despair, some years since, and
only hope that from the numerous cormorants always

22 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON; OE,
hovering around her, she may select one not wholly
insatiable — with some craw of mercy.
"There, you are talking about flowers, I lay a waT
ger," she says, returning the bow of Jacques, and laugh
ing. " I was speaking neither of yourself nor the fair Be
linda," replies Jacques, with melancholy gallantry.
"There! please have done with compliments — ^I de
test them."
" You detest every .thing insincere, I know, charming
Philippa — ^pardon me, but your beautiful name betrays
me constantly. Is it not — ^like yonr voice — stolen from
poetry or music ?"
" Ah, sir, you are insufferable."
" Pardon, pardon— but in this beautiful and fair sea
son, so full of flowers  "
" You think it necessary to employ flowers of speech :
that is what you were going to say, but for heaven's sake
have done."
Jacques bows.
" I have just discarded the twentieth, Bel," she adds,
laughing ; "he got on his knees."
And PhiUppa laughs heartily.
Jacques is used to his companion's manner of talking,
and says :
" Who was it, pray, madam — Mowbray ?"
A flush passes over Philippa's face, and she looks
away, murmuring " No !"
"I won't go over the list of your admirers," continues
Jacques, sadly, "they are too numerous; for who can
wonder at such a fairy face as yours attracting crowds
of lovers ?"

A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 23
" My fairy face ? Yes, and my unhappy wealth, sir.
I wish I was poor ! I can never know when I am loved
truly. Oh, to know that !"
And a shadow passes over the face, obliterating the
satire, and veiling the brilUant eyes. Then with an
effort Philippa drives away her preoccupation, and says :
" I wish Heaven had made me a man !"
" A man ?" says Jacques.
" Yes, sir."
" Pray why ? Is there any young lady you would
Uke to marry ? Ah," he murmurs, " you need not go
far if that is the case."
And he glances tenderly at BeUe-bouche, who smiles
and blushes.
" I wish to be a man, that my movements may not
be restricted. There is my guardian, who murmurs at
my travelUng about from county to county with only
Jugurtha to drive me — as if Jugurtha couldn't protect
me if there were any highwaymen or robbers."
Jacques laughs.
" But there are disadvantages connected with man
hood," he says. " You are ignorant of them, and so
think them slight."
" The prominent ones, if you please."
" You would have to make love — ^the active instead
of passive, as at present."
" I would enjoy it."
" How would you commence, pray ?"
" Oh, easily — see now. I would say, ' My dear Bel !
I am at your service ! If you love me, PU love you P
And then with a low bow I would kiss her hand, and
her Ups too, if she would permit me."

24 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON; OK,
Jacques sighs.
" Do you think that would succeed, however ?" he

" I don't know, and I don't care — ^I'd try."
Jacques sighs again, and looks wistfully at BeUe-
bouche, who smUes.
" I'm afraid such a cavalier address — at the pistol's
mouth as it were — at forty paces — ^like those highway
men you spoke of but now — would only insure failure."
" You are mistaken."
" I doubt the propriety of such a ' making love.' "
" If I were a man, you would see my success. I'd
have any woman for the asking."
"Well, fancy yourself a man."
" And who wUl be my lady-love ?"
" Fancy my sex changed also — make love to me, -my
charming Madam PhiUppa."
" Forsooth ! But I could win yonr heart easUy."
"HoW) pray," says Jacques, sighing, "granting first
that 'tis in my possession ?"
" By two simple things."
"To wit?"
" I would talk to you of flowers and shepherdesses,
and crooks and garlands  "
".Oh!"
" And I would adopt, if I had not naturaUy, that frank,
languid, graceful, fatal air which— which-^haU I fin
ish?" " Yes, indeed."
" Which Bel has ! What a beautiful blush !"
And Philippa claps her hands.
Jacques tries very hard not to color, thus forfeiting aU

A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 25
his pretensions to the character of a self-possessed man
of the world and elegant coxcomb ; but this is equally
forlorn with his attempt not to observe the mischievous
glance and satirical Up of the fair Philippa. *
He seeks in vain for a word — a jest — a reply.
Fortune favors him. A maid from the house ap
proaches Philippa, and says :
" Mr. Mowbray, ma'am."
A blush, deeper than that upon the face of Jacques,
mantles Philippa's cheeks as she repUes :
"Say I am coming."
" Before you go," says Jacques with odious triumph,
" permit me to say, Madam Philippa, that I begin to see
some of the advantages you might enjoy were you a
man." " What are they, pray — more than I have mention
ed ?" she says coolly.
" You might have more Uberty."
" I said as much."
" You might go and see your friends."
" You repeat my words, sir."
" Yes — ^you might even go and see us at college ; Us
ten to my philosophical discussions after lecture ; and
take part in Mowbray's merry jests^ — ah exceUent friend
of yours, I think."
Philippa looks at him for a moment, hesitating
whether she shall stay and take her revenge. She de
cides to go in, however ; and Jacques and BeUe-bouche
follow. We are bound to say that the proposition did
not come from Jacques. 2

CHAPTER IY.
A POOE YOUNG MAN, AND A EICH YOUNG GIEL.
IN the drawing-room sat a gentleman turning over the
leaves of a book.
The apartment was decorated after the usual fashion
of the olden time. On the fioor was a rich carpet from
Antwerp, in the corner a jap&nned cabinet ; everywhere
crooked-legged tables and carved chairs obstructed the
fioor, and on the threshold a lap-dog snapped at the flies
in his dreams. Besides, there w^re portraits of powdered
dames, and hideous china ornaments on the tall narrow
mantlepiece ; and an embroidered screen in the recess
next the fireplace described with silent eloquence the
Ufe of Arcady.
Mowbray was a young man of twenty-five or six, with
a high pale forehead, dark eyes full of thoughtful intel
ligence ; and his dress was rather that of a student than
a man of the world. It was plain and simple, and all
the colors were subdued. He was a man for a woman
to listen to, rather than laugh with. His manner was
calm, perfectly self-possessed, and his mind seemed to
be dwelling upon one dominant idea.
" Good morning, sir," said PhUippa, inclining hfer head
indifferently ; " we have a very pleasant day."
Mowbray rose and bowed calmly.
"Yes, miadam," he said; "my ride was quite agree
able."

A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 27
" Any news, sir ?"
" None, except a confirmation of those designs of the
ministry which are now causing so much discussion."
" What designs ?"
A faint smile passed over Mowbray's calm face.
"Are you quite sure that poUtics will amuse you?"
he said.
" Amuse ? no, sir. But you seem to have fallen into the
fashionable error, that ladies only require amusement."
He shook his head.
" You do me injustice," he said ; " no man has so high
an opinion of your sex, madam, as I have."
" I doubt it — ^you deceive yourself."
"Excuse me, but I do not."
" You are one of the lords of creation," said Philippa
satirically. " A very poor lord," he replied calmly.
" Are you poor ?" asked Philippa as coolly.
" Yes, madam."
" But you design being rich some day?"
" Yes, madam, if my brain serves me."
" You aspire perhaps to his Majesty's council ?"
"No, madam," he repUed, with perfect coolness;
"were I in public life, I should most probably be in the
opposition." " A better opening."
" No ; but better for one who holds my opinions —
better for the conscience."
"And for the purse?"
" I know not. If you mean that public life holds out
pecuniary rewards, I think you are mistaken."
" Then you will not become rich by politics ?"

28 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
" I think, madam, that there is little chance of that."
" Still you would wish to be wealthy ?"
"Yes, madam."
" You are fond of luxury ?"
" Yes, madam."
" Horses, wines, carriages ?"
" Excuse me — ^no."
"What then?"
" The luxury of seeing my orphan sister surrounded
with every comfort."
A flush passed over Philippa's face, and she tumed
away ; but she was not satisfled.
" There is a very plain and easy way to arrive at
wealth, sir," she said ; " law is so slow."
" Please indicate it." ^
" Marry an hefress."
There was a sUence after these words ; and PhiUppa
could scarcely sustain the clear fixed look wliich he bent
upon her face.
"Is that your advice, madam?" he said coldly. "I
thank you for it."
His tone piqued her.
" Then foUow it," she said.
" Excuse me again."
" Is it not friendly ?"
" Possibly, but not to my taste."
"Why, sir?"
" First, because the course you suggest is not very
honorable ; secondly, and in another aspect, it is very
disgraceful ; again, it is too expensive, if I may be per
mitted to utter what seems to be, but is not, a very rude
and cynical speech."

A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. 29
" Not honorable — disgraceful — too expensive ! In
deed ! Why, sir, you at once exclude heiresses from
matrimony." " Not so, madam."
" Not honorable !"
" I think it is. not honorable to acquire wealth, for the
best purpose in the world, by giving the hand and not
the heart." -. v
"The hand and the heart! — ^who speaks of heart in
these days ? But you say it is even disgracefal to marry
an heiress."
" Not at all : but if a man does not love a woman, is
it not disgraceful in the full sense of that word, madam,
to unite himself to her, or rather to her money bags, only
that he may procure the means of living in luxury, and
gratifying his expensive tastes and vices ?"
" If he does not love her, you say. Love ! that is a
very pretty word, and rhymes, I believe, to dove!
WeU, sir, you have endeavored to establish your point
by the aid of two delightful phrases, ' the hand and not
the hea/rt ' — ' the man who does not love a woman ' —
beautiful words, only I do n't believe in them. Now be
good enough to explain your third point : — ^how is it too
' expensive ' to marry a wealthy woman ? I know you
gentlemen at the college are inveterate logicians, and
find little difficulty in proving that twice two 's five, and
that black is irreproachable white — ^that fire is cold — ^ice,
hofr— smoke, heavy — and lead Ught as thistle-down.
Still I imagine you will find it difficult to show that 't is
expensive to marry, let us say, fifty thousand pounds a
year !"
Mowbray looked at her face a moment, and sighed;

so THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON ; OE,
a great hope seemed to be leaving him ; when he spoke,
it was with manifest repugnance.
"Let us dismiss this singular subject, madam," he
said calmly; "I spoke too thoughtlessly. See that
lovely humming-bird around the honeysuckle, searching
in vain, for honey."
" As I do for your reasons, sir," said Philippa curtly.
" My reasons ?"
" You refuse to explain  "
"Well, weU — ^I see you wiU compel me to speak.
Well, madam, my meaning is very simple. When I
say that it is too ' expensive ' to unite oneself to a wb-
man solely because that woman has for her portion a
great fortune, a large income, every luxury .and ele
gance to endow her husband with — ^I mean simply that
if this woman be uncongenial, if her husband care
nothing for her, only her fortune, then that he will
necessarily be unhappy, and that unhappiness is cheaply
bought with miUions. Money only goes a certain way
— tell me when it bought a heart ! Mine, madam, it
will never buy at least — ^if you will permit me to utter a
sentence in such bad taste. And now let us abandon
this discussion, which leads us into such serious moods."
She tumed away, and looked through the window.
Two birds were playfully contending in the air, and
filling the groves with their joyous carolling.
" How free they are !" she murmured.
"The birds? Yes, madam, they Uve in delightful
liberty, as we of America will, I trust, some day."
" I wonder if they 're married," said Philippa laughing,
and refusing to enter upon the wrongs of England toward
the colonies ; " they are fighting, I beUeve, and tiius I

A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. - 31
presume they are united in marriage — ^by some parson
Crow!" Mowbray only smiled sUghtly, and looked at his watch.
"What! not going!" cried Philippa.
" Pardon," he said ; " I just rode out for an hour. We
have a lecture in half an hour."
"And you prefer the excellent Dr. Small or some other
reverend gentleman to myself— the collegiate to the syl
van, the male to the female lecturer ?"
He smiled wearily.
" Our duties are becoming more exacting," he said ;
" the examination is approaching."
" I should suppose so — ^you have not been to see me
for a whole week."
A flush passed over Mowbray's brow ; then it became
as pale as before.
" Our acquaintance has not been an extended one,"
he said ; " I could not intrude upon your society."
" Intrude !"
And abandoning completely her laughing cynical
manner, Philippa gave him a look which made him
tremble. Why was • that excitement ? Because he
thought he had fathomed her; because he had con
vinced himself that she was a coquette, amusing herself
at his expense ; because he saw all his dreams, his illu
sions, his hopes pass away with the fleeting minutes.
He replied simply :
"Yes, madam — even now I fear I am trespassing
upon your time ; you probably await my departure to
betake yourself to your morning's amusement. I was
foolish enough to imagine that I had not completely lost
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32 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON.
books. I was mistaken — I no longer jest — ^I am a poor
companion. Then," he added, " we are so uncongenial
— at least this moming. I will come some day when I
am gay, and you sad — ^then we shall probably approxi
mate in mood, and until then farewell."
She would have detained him ; " Don't go !" was on
her lips ; but at the moment when Mowbray bowed
low, a shout of laughter was heard in the passage, and
three persons entered — Jacques, BeUe-bouche, and Sir
Asinus.

CHAPTER Y.
IN WHICH SIE ASINUS MAKES AN IGNOMINIOUS EETEEAT
SIR ASINUS was apparently in high spirits, and
smoothed the nap of his cocked hat with his sleeve
— ^th& said sleeve being of Mecklenburg silk — ^in a way
which indicated the summit of felicity.
He seemed to inhale the May moming joyously after
his late imprisonment ; and he betook himself immedi
ately to paying assiduous court to Miss BeUe-bouche,
who, the sooth to say, did not seem ill-disposed to get
rid of Jacques.
Poor Jacques, therefore, made an unsuccessful attempt
to engage Philippa in conversation. .This failing — for
Philippa was watching Mowbray disappearing toward
Williamsburg — the melancholy Jacques made friends
with the lap-dog, who at first was propitious, but ended
by snapping at his fingers.
"A delightful day, my dear madamj" he said to
Philippa, once more endeavoring to open an account
current of conversation.
Philippa, with bent brows, made no reply.
" The birds are having a charming time, it seems."
Poor Jacques ! Philippa is buried in thought, and
with her eyes fixed on the receding horseman, does not
hear him.
" You seem preoccupied, madam," he said.
. 2*

34 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON ; OE,
" Yes, a charming day, sir," she said, rising ; " did
you say it was pleasant? I agree with you. K I
dared!" she added to herself, "if I only dared! But
what do I not dare !"
And she abruptly left the room, to the profound as
tonishment of Jacques, who sat gazing after her with
wide-extended eyes.
" I told you he was in love with her, my dear Miss
BeUe-bouche, since you say that will in future be your
name — ^it is either with you or Madam PhiUppa."
These words were uttered in a confidential whisper to
BeUe-bouche by Sir Asinus, who was leaning forward
gracefully in a taU carven-backed chair toward his com
panion, who reposed luxuriously upon an ottoman
covered with damask, and ornamented qvtoad the legs
with satyr heads.
BeUe-bouche suffered her glance io follow that of her
companion. Jacques was indeed, as we have said, gaz
ing after the lady who had just departed, and for this
purpose had opened his eyes to their greatest possible
width. He resembled a china mandarin in the costume
of Louis Quatorze.
" Am I mistaken ?" said Sir Asinus.
BeUe-bouche sighed.
" A plain case : he is even now saying to himself, my
dear Miss BeUe-bouche, ' Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus
Jam cari capitis  '
which means, 'How can I make up my mind to see
you go up stairs ?'

A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. 35
BeUe-bouche cast a tender glance at Jacques. Sir
Asinus continued : • ~
" Yes, yes, I see you pity him. But you should pity
me. "Why?"" Your watch-paper — ^you remember; the one which
you cut for me ?"
" Yes."
*' Well, last night I placed my watch on my window
- — before retiring, you know; and in the night," con
tinued Sir Asinus, " it commenced raining  "
" That was last night ?"
" Yes, Madam BeUe-bouche. Well, the roof leaked,
and presto ! when I rose I found my watch swimming
in water — ^your watch-paper all soaked and tom — that is
to say, my fingers tore it ; and a dozen minuets I had
bought for you shared the same fate, not to mention my
jemmy-worked garters! My ill luck was complete —

me m,%serum.

/»

" Was it at coUege ?"
" Oh no," said Sir Asinus ; " you know I am tempo
rarily absent from the Alvia Mater."
"Indeed!"" Yes. I have taken up my residence in town — ^in
Gloucester street, where I am always happy to see my
friends. Just imagine a man persecuted by the pro
fessors of the great University of WilUam and Mary for
the reason I was."
"What was it?"
" Because I uttered some heresies. I said the Estab
lished Church was a farce, and that women, contrary to
the phUosophy of antiquity, really had souls. Th^ great

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Doctor could pardon my fling at the church ; but being
an old woman himself, could not pardon my even seem
ing to revive the discussion of the heresy in relation to
your sex. What was the consequence ? I had to flee —
the enemy went about to destroy me : behold me now
the denizen of a second floor in old Mother Bobbery's
house, Gloucester street, city of Williamsburg."
" Rusticating you call it, I think," says BeUe-bouche,
smiling languidly, and raising her brow to catch the
faint May breeze which moves her curls.
" Yes ; rusticating is the very word — derived from
rus, a Latin word signifying madn street, and tike, a
Greek word meaning to H^e in iaohelor freedom. It
applies to me exactly, you see. I live in bachelor free
dom on Gloucester street, and I only want a wife to make
my happiness complete."
BeUe-bouche smiles.
" You are then dissatisfied ?" she says.
" Yes," sighs Sir Asinus ; " yes, in spite of my pipes
and books and pictures, and all appliances and means to
boot for happiness, I am lonely.' Now suppose I had
a charming Uttle wife — a paragon of a wife, with blue
eyes and golden curls, and a sweet languishing air, to
chat with in the long days and gloomy evenifigs !"
BeUe-bouche recognises her portrait, and smiles.
Sir Asinus continues :
" Not only would I be happier, but more at my ease.
To tell you the humiUating trath, my dear Miss BeUe-
bouche, I am in hourly fear of being arrested."
" Would a wife prevent that ?"
" Certainly. What base proctor would dare lay hands
upon a married man? But this aU disappears Uke a

A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. 37
vision — it is a dream : fuit Iliwm, vngens gloria Teucro-
rumque ; which means, ' Mrs. Tom is still in a state of
single blessedness,' that being the Uteral translation of
the Hebrew."
And Sir Asinus smiles ; and seeing Jacques approach,
looks at him triumphantly.
Jacques has just been bitten by the lap dog ; and this,
added to his melancholy and jealousy, causes him to feel
desola^te. " Pardon my interrupting your pleasant conversation,"
he says.
" Oh, no interruption !" says Sir Asinus triumphantly.
" But I thought I 'd mention-  "
" Speak out, speak out !" says Sir Asinus, shaking with
laughter, and assuming a generous and noble air.
"I observed through the window a visitor, fairest
Belinda." "Ah ! I was so closely engaged," says Sir Asinus, "Uke
a knight of the middle ages, I thought only of my ' ladye
faire.' Nothing can move me from her side !"
" Indeed ?" says Jacques.
"Nothing!""Well, well, at least I have not counselled such
desertion on your part. The visitor at the gate there
is Doctor Small from college. I only thought I 'd men
tion it !"
Like an electric shock dart the words of Jacques
through the frame of the chivalric Sir Asinus. He starts
to his feet — ^gazes around him despairingly, seeking a place
of refuge.
The step of woi-thy Doctor Small is heard upon the
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38 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
"Are you unwell, my dear friend?" asks Jacques with
melancholy interest.
" I am — ^really — come, Jacques !" stammers Sir Asinus.
"Are you indisposed ?"
" To meet the Doctor ? I rather think I am. Mercy !
mercy ! dear Campam,a in die," cries the kqight ; " hide
me ! hide me ! — up stairs, down stairs — any where !"
The footstep sounded in the passage.
BeUe-bouche laughed with that musical contagious
merriment which characterized her.
" But what shall we say ?" she asks ; " I can't tell the
Doctor you are not here."
" Then I must go. Can I escape ? Oh heavens ! there
is his shadow on the fioor ! Jacques, my boy, protect
my memory — I must retire !"
And Sir Asinus rushed through the open door leading
into the adjoining room, just as Doctor Small entered
with his benevolent smile and courteous inclination.
He had been informed in "town, he said, that his young
friend Thomas, withdrawn now some days from college,
was at Shadynook ; and taking advantage of his acquaint
ance with Mrs. Wimple, and he was happy to add with
Miss Rebecca, he had come to find and have ^me friend
ly conversation with Thomas. Had he been at Shady
nook, or was he misinformed ?
The reply was easy. Sir Asinus had disappeared
through a door leading into the garden some moments
before, and BeUe-bouche could reply most truthfully — as
she did — that the truant had visited her that morning,
but was gone.
The worthy Doctor smiled, and said no more.
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A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. 39
smiled benevolently on the young girl — ^^and with a sly
glance asked Jacques if he designed attending lecture
that moming.
The melancholy Jacques hesitated : a look from BeUe-
bouche would have caused hiiji to reply that he regretted
exceedingly lys inability to honor his Alma Mater on
that particular occasion; bnt unfortunately the young-
girl said nothing. Was she afraid of a second private in
terview, wherein the subject should be crooks and shep
herdesses, and the hopes of Corydons ? At all events,
BeUe-bouche played with her lace cuff, and her counte
nance wore nothing more than its habitual faint smile.
Jacques heaved a sigh, and said he believed he ought
to go.
The Doctor rose, and pressing Belle-bouche's haiid,
kindly took his leave — followed by Jacques, who cast a
last longing, lingering look behind.
As for Sir Asinus, we regret to speak of him. Where
were now all his chivalric thoughts — ^his noble resolu
tions — his courage and devotion to his lady fair ? Alas !
humanity is weak: we are compelted to say that the
heroic knight, the ardent lover, the iron-hearted rebel,
suddenly chp,nged his device, and took for his crest a lion
no longer, only a hare.
From the backroom he emerged into the garden, quak
ing at every sound; once in the garden, he stole ig-no-
miniously along the hedge ; then he saUied forth into the
road ; then he mounted his horse, and fled like the wind.

CHAPTER YI.
HOW SIE ASINUS STAKED HIS GAETEES AGAHJST A PISTOLE,
AND LOST.
SIR ASINUS fled like the wUd huntsman, although
there was this sUght difference between the feeUngs
of the two characters : — the German myth was himself
the pursuer, whereas Sir Asinus imagined himself pur
sued. He looked around anxiously from time to time, under
the impression that his worthy friend and pedagogue
was on his heels; and whenever a traveUer made his
appearance, he was complimented with a scrutiny from
the flying knight which seemed to indicate apprehension
— the apprehension of being made a prisoner.
Just as Sir Asinus reached the outskirts of the town,
he observed a chariot drawn by six milk-white horses
approaching from a county road which debouched, Uke
the highway, into Gloucester street ; and when this
chariot arrived opposite, a head was thrust throngh the
window, and a good-humored voice uttered the words :
" Give you good day, my dear Tom !"
Sir Asinus bowed, with a laugh which seemed to indi
cate familiarity with the occupant of the carriage, and
said :
" Good moming, your ExceUency— a deUghtful day."
" Yes," retumed the voice, " especiaUy for a race !
What were you scampering from ? Come into the

A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 41
chariot and teU me aU about it. I am dying of weari
ness." The movement was soon accomplished. His Excel
lency's footman mounted the horse, and Sir Asinus en
tered the chariot and found himself opposite an elderly
gentleman, yery richly clad, and with a smiling and
rubicund face which seeraed to indicate a love of the
best Uving. This gentleman was Francis Fauquier,
Governor of his Majesty's loyal colony of Yirginia ; and
he seemed to be no stranger to the young man.
" Now, what was it all about ?" asked the Governor,
laughing. And when our fi-iend related the mode of his escape
from the worthy Doctor, his Excellency shook the whole
carriage in the excess of his mirth. H
They came thus to tho " Raleigh Tavern," before the
door of which the Govemor stopped a moment to say a
word to the landlord, who, cap in hand, listened. The
Governor's conversation related to a great ball which
was to be held in the " Apollo room " at the Raleigh
very soon ; anrd the chariot was delayed fully haU' an
hour. At last it drove on, and at the same moment his
Excellency incUned his head courteously to a gentleman
mounted on horseback who was passing.
" Ah, worthy Doctor SmaU !" he said, " a delightful
day for a ride !"
Sir Asinus shrunk back into the extremest comer, and
cast an imploring look upon the Govemor, who shook
with laughter.
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42 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
have been inhaling this delightful May moming with
quite a youthful gusto."
" Riding for exercise, Doctor? An excellent idea."
" No, sir ; I went a little way into the country to see
a pupil." " You saw him ?"
" No, your Excellency."
" Why, that was very hard — a great reprobate, I fear."
" No ; a wild young man who has lately deserted his
Alma Mater."
" A heinous offence ! I advise you to proceed against
him for holding out in contumaciaTn."
" Ah !" said the Doctor, " we must follow the old re
ceipt for cooking a hare in the present instance. We
must fii* catch the offender."
And the good Doctor smiled.
" Well, Doctor, much success to you. Will you not
permit me to convey you to the college ?"
The hair upon Sir Asinus's head stood up; then at
the Doctor's reply he breathed freely again. That reply
was: " No, I thank you ; your Excellency is very good, but
it is only a step."
And the Doctor rode on with a bow.
Behind him rode Jacques, who had recognised his
friend's horse, caught a glimpse of him through the win
dow, and now regarded him with languid interest.
The chariot drew up at the gate of the palace. A
liveried servant offered his arm to the Governor; and
passing along the walk beneath the Scotch lindens which
lined it, they entered the mansion.

A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 43
The Governor led the way to his study, passing
through two large apartments ornamented with globe
lamps and portraits of the King and Queen.
Once in his favorite leather chair, his ExceUency or
dered wine to be brought, emptied two or three glasses,
and then receiving a pipe from a servant, lit it by means
of a coal respectfully held in readiness, and commenced
smoking. Sir Asinus declined the pipe proffered to him, but
applied himself to the old sherry with great gusto —
much to his Excellency's satisfaction.
"You were near being discovered," said Fauquier,
smiUng; "then you would have been made an exam
ple." " Ex gracia eosempli," said Sir Asinus, emptying his
glass, and translating into the original respectfully.
" Ah, you wild college boys ! Now I wager ten to
one that you were not only playing truant at Shady
nook, but making love."
" That Js perfectly correct, your Excellency."
"See, I was right. You are a wild scamp, Tom.
Who 's your Dulcinea ?"
" I decline answering that question, your Excellency.
But my rival — that is different."
"Well, your rival?"
" The dandified Adonis with the Doctor."
" Your friend, is he not ?"
" Bosom friend ; but what is the use of having friends,
if we can't take liberties with them ?"
"As, courting -their sweethearts!" said his Excellency,
who seemed to enjoy this sentiment very much.
" Yes, sir. I always put my friends under contribution.

44 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OB,
They are not fit for any thing else. My rale is always
to play off my wit on friends ; it coruscates more bril
liantly when we know a man's foibles."
"Good — very profound!" said the Governor, laugh
ing; "and I suppose the present difficulty arises from
the fact, that some of these comscations, as you call
them, played around the person or character of the wor
thy Doctor SmaU ?"
" No, no, your Excellency. I left my country for my
country's good — I mean the college. My ideas were in
advance of the age."
"How?"" I suggested, in the Literary Society, the propriety
of throwing off the rule of Great Britain ; I drew. up a
ctnstitutional argument against the Established Church
in favor of religious toleration ; and I asserted in open
lecture that all men were and of right should be equally
free." The Govemor shook with laughter.
" Did you ?" he said.
" Yes," said Sir Asinus, assuming a grand tone.
"Well, I see now why you left your college for its
good ; this is treason, heresy, and barbarism," said the
\ Govemor, merrily. " Where has your Traitorship taken
up your residence ?"
" In Gloucester street," said Sir Asinus ; " a salubri
ous and pleasant lodging. '
"Gloucester street! Why, your constitutional civil
and religious emancipation is not complete !"
" No, my dear sir — ^no."
" Come and live here with me in the palace ; I 'U pro
tect you in your rights with my guards and cannon."

A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 45
"No, your Excellency," said Sir Asinus, laughing.
" You are the representative of that great system which
I oppose. I am afraid of the Greeks and their gifts."
" Zounds ! let me vindicate myself I an opponent of
your ideas !" cried the Govemor, laughing.
"You are the representative of royalty."
" No, I am a good Yirginian."
" You are an admirer of the EstabUshed Church."
The Govemor whistled.
"That's it!" he said.
" You are the front of the aristocracy."
" My dear friend," said his Excellency, " ever since a
blackguard in Paris defeated me in a fair spadille com
bat—breast to breast, card to card, by pure genius — ^I
have been a republican. That fellow was a canaille,
but he won fifteen thousand pounds from me : he was
my superior. But let us try a game of cards, my dear
boy. How are your pockets ?"
" Low," said Sir Asinus, ruefully.
" Never mind," said his ExceUency, whose whole
countenance had lighted up at the thought of play; "I
admire your garters — a pistole against them."
" Done !" said Sir Asinus with great readiness ; and
they sat down to play.
In two hours Sir Asinus was sitting at spadille in the
exceedingly undress costume of shirt, pantaloons, and
silk stockings.
His coat was thrown on a chair; his worsted shoes
were in one comer of the room ; and his cocked hat lay
upon his waistcoat at the Govemor's feet.
The Governor took extreme delight in these practical
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46 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
ing one after another ; and now he was about to com
mence with the remainder.
" Look ! spadiUe, the ace !" he. cried ; " I have your
neckcloth." And his Excellency burst into a roar of. laughter.
Sir Asinus slowly and sadly drew off his neckcloth,
and deposited it on the pile.
" Good !" cried his Excellency ; " now for your short
clothes !"
" No, no !" Sir Asinus remonstrated ; " now, your Ex
cellency ! — mercy, your Excellency ! How would I look
going through the town of WilUamsburg breechless ?" ¦
"You might go after night," suggested his Excellen
cy, generously.
" No, no !"
" Well, well, I 'U be liberal — my servant shaU bring
you a suit of clothes from your apartment ; -of course
these are mine."
A sudden thought struck Sir Asinus.
" I '11 play your Excellency this ring against ten pis
toles," he said ; " I lost sight of it."
" Done !" said his Excellency.
Sir Asinus won the game ; and Fauquier, with the
^ exemplary honesty of the confirmed gambler, took ten
pistoles from his purse and handed them across the
table. " Nine pieces for my coat and the rest," said Sir
Asinus persuasively ; " it is really impolite to be play
ing with your Excellency in such deshabiUe as this."
" WiUingly," said Fauquier, shaking with merriment.
And he pocketed the nine pistoles whUe Sir Asinus
was making his toilet at a Yenetian mirror.

A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 47
They then commenced playing again — Sir Asinus
staking his pistole. He won, and continued to win
until night ; when candles were brought, and they com
menced again.
By ten o'clock Sir Asinus had won fifteen thousand
pistoles from the Governor.
By midnight Fauquier, playing with the nerve of a
great gambler, had won them all back — laughing, care
less, but not more careless than when he lost.
At fifteen minutes past twelve he had won a bond for
two hundred pistoles from Sir Asinus ; at sixteen minutes
past twelve his Excellency rose, and taking the cards
up with both hands, threw them out of the window.
Then rolling up the bond which Sir Asinus had exe
cuted a moment before, he gracefully lit with it a pipe
which he had just filled ; and, first telling a servant " to
carry lights «to the chamber next to his own," said to Sir
Asinus :
" My dear boy, I have done wrong to-night ; but this
is my master passion. Cards have ruined me three
distinct times ; and if you play you will inevitably
follow my example and destroy your prospects. Take
my advice, and never touch them. If you have no ge
nius for chance, twelve months will suffice to ruin you.
If you turn out a great player, one half the genius you
expend upon it will conquer a kingdom or found an
empire. If you prefer oxygen to air — gamble ! If you
think aquafortis healthier than water — gamMe! If
you consider fever and fire the proper components of
your blood — garnble ! Take my advice, and never touch
a card again — ^your bond is ashes. Come, Tom, to
bed!"

48 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON. '
And his ExceUency, laughing as good-humoredly as
ever, led the way up the broad staircase, preceded by
a servant carrying a flambeau.
Sir Asinus found a magnificent apartment prepared
for him — a velvet fauteuil, silk-curtained bed, wax
candles in silver candelabra ; and seeing that his guest
was comfortably fixed. Governor Fauquier bade him
good night.
As for Sir Asinus, he retired without delay, and
dreamed that he ruined his Excellency at cards ; won
successively all his real and personal estate ; and lastly,
having staked a thousand pistoles against his commission
as Governor, won that also. Then, in his dream, he
rose in his dignity, Ut his pipe with the parchment,
and made his Excellency a low and generous bow.
As he did so, the day davmed.

CHAPTER YII.
JACQUES BESTOWS HIS PATEENAL ADVICE UPON A SCHOOL-
GlEL.
JUST a week after the practical lesson given by his
ExceUency Governer Fauquier to Sir Asinus, and on
a bright fine moming, the melancholy Jacques issued
from the walls of his Alma Mater, and took his way along
Gloucester street toward the residence of his friend and
rival. Jacques was dresse.d with unusual splendor. His coat
was heavy with embroidery — his waistcoat a blooming
flower-plat, upon whose emerald background roses, mari
golds, and lilies flaunted in their satin bravery — and his
scarlet silk stockings were held up by gold-colored gar
ters. His narrow-edged cocked hat drooped with its
feather over his handsome features, and in his delicately
gloved hand he held a slight cane, which from time to
time he rested on the point of his high-heeled shoes,
bending the lithe twig with irreproachable elegance.
Not far from the residence of the rebel he encountered
and saluted with melancholy courtesy a very lovely
young girl of about fifteen, who was tripping along to
school, a satchel full of books upon her arm, and, cover
ing her bright locks, a sun-bonnet such as school-girls
wore at that time, and indeed in our own day.
"Good morning, my dear Miss Merryheart," said
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60 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON; OE,
Jacques, removing his glove and holding out his jewelled
hand. The girl laughed artlessly, and gave him her hand,
saying :
"Good morning, sir; but you have mistaken my
name." " Mistaken your name ?"
" Yes, sir ; it is Martha."
" And not Merryheart ; but you are not responsible.
Merryheart is your real name — ^not Martha, who was
' cumbered,' you know."
" But I am ' cumbered,' " replied the girl with a laugh.
" How, my dear madam ?" asked the courteous Jacques.
" By my satchel."
" Ah ! let me cany it for you."
" No, no."
"Why not?"
" I won't trouble you."
" No trouble in the world — I shall leave you in a sfreet
or two. Come !"
And he took the satchel, and passing his cane through
the handles, gracefully deposited it behind his shoulders,
as a beggar does his bundle.
The girl laughed heartily ; and this seemed to afford
the melancholy lover much satisfaction.
"Do they teach laughing at the Reverend Mrs.
White's?" he asked.
" Laughing, sir ?"
" Yes ; I thought you had been taking lessons."
" Oh, sir !"
" Come ! no fine-lady airs. I never compliment — we
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And Jacques shifted his packet to the other shoulder.
" Just go to the ball and laugh in that way," he said,
"and you 'U slay all the hearts in a circle often feet."
The girl repeated the fatal ceremony with more energy
than ever. The street echoed with it.
" I 'm going to the ball, sir," she said ; " Bathurst — ^you
know Bathurst — he says he will go with me."
"Little innocent!"
"Sir?"" I was reflecting, my dear little friend," said the mel
ancholy Jacques, " upon the superiority of your sex before
they reach the age of womanhood."
"How, sir?"
"Why, thus. Suppose I had addressed that question
to a flue lady — 'Are you going to the ball, madam ?'
— what would her reply have been ?"
" I don't know," laughed the girl, pushing back a stray
lock from her forehead.
" I '11 tell you," continued Jacques. " With a negligent
and careless air she would have said, ' Really, sir — I do
not know — ^I have scarcely made up my mind — if I de
cide to go — I shall not go, however, I think — ^if I go, it
will be with Mr. Blank — I have half promised him ;'
and so forth. How wearisome ! You, on the contrary,
my Uttle friend, clap your hands and cry, ' Oh ! I am
going ! Bathurst says he 'U go with me !' Bathurst is a
good boy ; is n't he your sweetheart ?"
The girl blushed and laughed.
" No, indeed, sir !" she said.
" That is well ; choose some elderly admirer, my dear
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52 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON \ OE,
" It would n't do for you to have two," she said with a
merry glance.
Jacques recoiled.
" Every body knows it !" he murmured ruefully.
"They do so," repUed the merry girlj who caught
these half-uttered words ; " but she 's a very sweet lady."
Jacques sighed.
" Are you not tired, sir ?" asked the girl.
" No, no ! my dear child ; but I believe I must retuni
your little bulrush receptacle, for yonder is my journey's
end. Look, Sir Asinus beholds us — see! there at the
window !"
In fact. Sir Asinus was at his open window, inhahng
the bright May moming joyously.
" Sir Asinus ? Who is he ?" asked the girl, with a puz
zled look.
" The great rebel, who tried to assassinate Doctor Small
and the Governer. Have you not heard of it ?"
" Oh no, indeed, sir ! Did he ?"
"Well, principles are men, they, say ; and that makes
what I said quite true. Look at him : do n't he resemble
a murderer ?"
" I do n't know, sir ; I hardly know what one looks
like." " Look at his red hair."
" It is red."
" And his sharp features."
"Yes, sir."
" He has a real assassin's look, my dear Uttle friend ;
but he is a great thinker. That is the sort of beau I
recommend you to get instead of Bathurst."
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" But Bathurst is a great deal handsomer," she said ;
" then he promised to take me to the ball-^  "
" While Sir Asinus has not promised."
" Oh, he would n't think of me. I am very much
obliged to you for carrying my satchel, sir," added the
young girl, swinging it again on her arm.
" Not at all. See how Sir Asinus is staring at you —
a very ill-bred fellow !"
The young girl raised her head, for they were now
under the window at which sat Sir Asinus ; and she
found the eyes of that gentleman fixed upon her in triith
with great pleasure and admiration.
She laughed and blushed, looking down again.
" Good-by, my dear young lady," said the melancholy
Jacques with a paternal air; "continue on your way, and
present my most respectful regards to Mrs. White and
every body. Learn your lessons, jump the rope, and
never conjugate the verb amo, am,as; get a poodle dog,
and hideous china, and prepare yourself for the noble
state of elderly maidenhood : so shall you pass serenely
through this vale of tears, and be for ever great, glorious,
and happy."
With which friendly counsel the melancholy Jacques
sighed again — ^possibly from the thought that had he
followed the last piece of advice, his mind had not been
troubled — and so bade his young friend fareweU, and
mounted the staircase leading to the chamber of his friend.
As for the young girl, she followed him for a momenf
with her eyes, and then laughing merrily continued her
way, swinging her satchel and humming an old ditty.
We shall meet with her again.

CHAPTER YIII.
HOW SIE ASINUS INVENTED A NEW OEDEE OP PHTLOSOPHEES,
THE APICIANS.
SIR ASINUS was clad as usual in a rich suit of silk,
over which fell in graceful folds his old faded dress
ing gown. His red hair was unpowdered — ^his garters
were unbuckled, and one of them had fallen to the fioor
— his feet were lazily thrust into ample sUppers run
down deplorably at the heel.
He had been meditating strictly the unwilUng muse ;
for on the table lay a number of sheets of paper covered
with unfortunate verses, which obstinately refused to
rhyme. He seemed to have finally abandoned this occu
pation in despair — ^flying for refuge to his window, from
which he had seen his friend coming down Gloucester
street. When Jacques entered, he retained his seat with an
appearance of great carelessness, and extending two
fingers negligently, drawled out :
" Good day, my boy. You perceive I have banished-
those ignoble fears of proctors. I no longer shiver when
I hear a footstep on the staircase."
Jacques smiled languidly.
" Only when you hear it on the portico — at Shady
nook or elsewhere," he said.
" No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me," said Sir
Asinus cheerfully. "The greatest men are subject to

A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 55
these sudden panics, and I am no exception. Ah I
what news ?"
Jacques sat down»Sighing.
" None," he said, " except that we have a new stu
dent at college — Hoffland is his name, I believe — a
friend of Mowbray's apparently. Let's see your bad
verses." .
" No, no !" cried Sir Asinus, rolling them up. " Mi
nerva was invited, as our friend Page used to say, but
did not attend."
" That reminds me of the ball."
"At the 'Raleigh?'"
" Yes," sighed Jacques.
"This day week, eh?"
" Yes ; and every body is discussing it. It will be
held in the Apollo  "
" A capital room."
" For a ball— yes."
" For any thing— a meeting of conspirators, or patriots,
which might amount to the same thing," said Sir Asinus.
" WeU, will your knightship attend the ball ?"
" Of course."
" Pray, with whom ?"
" BeUe-bouche."
Jacques smiled with melancholy triumph.
" I think you are mistaken," he said, sadly.
" How ?"
" She has engaged to go with me."
" Base stratagem — unfaithfiil friend ! I challenge you
ou the spot."
"Good! I accept."
¦ " Take your foil I" cried Sir Asinus, starting up.

56 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON ; OE,
"Pardon me, most worthy knight — ^hand it to me.
I can easily prick you without rising."
Sir Asinus relented. '•
" Well, let us defer the combat," he said ; " but when
were you at Shadynook — ^which, by the by, should be
caUed Sunnybower ?"
"Yesterday!"
" And maligned me ?"
"Yes."
" Yery well — war to the death in future. What news
there?" " Philippa is gone."
" Ah ?"
" Yes ; she suddenly announced her intention some
days ago, and with a nod to me, drove off in her chariot."
" A fine giri."
"Why don't you court her, if you admire her so
much?" "My friend," said Sir Asinus, "you seem not to
understand that I am ' tangled by the hair and fettered
by the eye ' of BeUe-bouche the fairy."
Jacques sighed.
" Then I flatter myself she likes me," said. Sir Asinus,
caressing his red whiskers in embryo. " I am in fact
pledged exclusively to her. I can't espouse both."
" Yanity !" said Jacques languidly ; " but you could
build a feudal castle — a very palace — in the mountains
with Philippa's money."
" There you are, with your temptations — try to seduce
me, a republican, into courtly extravagance — me, a
martyr to religious toleration, repubhcan ideas, and the
rights of woman !"

A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 57
" Yery well. Sir Asinus, I won't tempt you further ;
but I think it would be cheap for you to marry on any
terms — if only to extricate yourself from your present
difficulties. Once married, you would of course leave
college." " Yes ; but I wish to remain."
"What! in this attic?"
" Even so."
"A hermit?"
" Who said I was a hermit ? I am surrounded with
friends ! Ned Carter comes and smokes with me until
my room is one impervious fog, all the while protesting
undying friendship, aud asking me to write love verses
for him. Tom Randolph is a faithful friend and com
panion. Stay, look at that beautiful suit of Mecklenburg
silk which Bell-bouche admired so much — ^I saw she
did. Tom gave me that — in return for my new suit of
embroidered. cloth. Who says human nature is not dis
interested ?"
" Cynic !"
" Yes, I would be, were I not a Stoic."
" You are neither — you are an Epicurean."
" Granted : I am even an Apician."
" What's that ? Who was Apicius ?"
" There, now, you are shockingly ignorant ; you really
don't know what apis means in Sanscrit — ^bah !"
" In Sanscrit ? True ; but in Latin it is  "
" Bee : I'U help you out."
" Yery weU, you are an Apician, you say : expound "
" Why ! do I not admire BeUe-bouche ?"
" I believe so."
" Pretty mouth — that is the translation ?"
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58 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON ; OE,
"Yes.""A mouth like Suckling's lady-love's — stay, was it
Suckling ? Yes : Sir John. ' Some bee had stung it
newly,' you know. WeU, BeUe-bouche has honey lips
— a beautiful idea — and bees love honey, and I love
BeUe-bouche : there 's the syllogism, as you tiresome
logicians say. Q. E. D., I am an Apiciam !"
Jacques stands astounded at this gigantic philological
joke, to the great satisfaction of his friend, who caresses
his sandy whiskers with still greater self-appreciation.
" Now call me Sir Asinus any longer, if you dare !"
he says ; and he begins chanting from the open book :
" Saltu vincit hinnulos,
Damas et capreolos,
Super dromedaries,
Velox Madianeos !
Dum trahit veHcula
Multa cum sarcinula, '
Illius mandibula
Dura terit pabula !"
" Translate now !" cries Sir Asinus, " and bear testi
mony to my worth."
Jacques takes the book and reads over the Latin;
then he extemporizes :
" In running he excels
Doctor Smalls and antelopes ;
Swift beyond the camels.
Or Midianitish proctors.
While he drags his dulness
In verse along his pages,
His asinarian jaw-bonra
Make havoc with the rhymes I "

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Having modestly made this translation, Jacques closes
the book" and rises.
Sir Asinus tears his hair, and declares that his friend's
ignorance of Latin is shocking.
" The ordinary plea when the rendering of disputed
passages is not to our taste," says Jacques. "But I
must go. By the by, the worthy Doctor came near
seeing you in the Governor's chariot."
"It was more than he dared to recognise me," said
Sir Asinus grandly.
"Dared, eh?"
" Certainly ; if he had bowed to me, I should have
cut his acquaintance. I would have refused to return
his salute. I carefully avoided even looking at him, to
spare his feelings."
" I appreciate your delicacy," said his friend ; " you
commenced your system even at Shadynook. Did you
win any thing from Fauquier ?"
" How did you know we played ?"
" Why, returning past midnight, I saw lights."
"Yery well — that proved nothing. We did play,
however, friend Jacques, and I lost; which gave his
Excellency an opportunity to perform a very graceful
act. But enough. Before you go, tell me whom you
were conversing with just now."
" A maiden'," said Jacques.
" No ! a perfect fairy."
" See the effect of seclusion ! You are getting into
such a state of disgust with your books, that you 'U end
by espousing Mother, Bobbery, you unfortunate victim
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60 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON; OE,
"/ disgusted— / tired of my books— 7 tired, when I
have this glorious song to sing !"
And at the top of his voice Sir Asinus chanted:
" Aurum de Arabia,
Thus et myrrhum de Saba,
Tulit in ecclesia
Virtus asinaria I"
" ExceUent dog Latin," said Jacques ; " and UteraUy
translated it signifies :
' Gold from the Governor,
Tobacco from the South Side,
Asinarian strategy
Has brought into his chambera.'
That is to say, asinarian strategy has mad<» the at
tempt." But Sir Asinus, disregarding these strictures, began
to sing the chorus :
" Hez, Sire Asne, car chantez.
Belle bouche rechignez ;
"Voua aurez du foin assez,
Et de I'avoine a plantez."
" Good," said Jacques ; " that signifies :
Strike up. Sir Asinus,
With your braying mouth ;
Never fear for hay.
The crop of oats is ample.'
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is not ' braying mouth ;' which reminds me that I must
take my departure."
" Where are you going, unhappy profaner of ecclesias
tical psalmody ?"
"To see BeUe-bouche," sighed Jacques.
Sir Asinus tore his hair.
" Then I'U go too," he cried.
" I've the last horse at the Raleigh," observed Jacques
with melancholy pleasure. " Good morning, my dear
friend. Take care of yourself"
And leaving Sir Asinus with a polite bow, Jacques
went down the staircase. , As for Sir Asinus, in the ex
cess of his rage he sat down and composed a whole canto
of an epic — which luckily has not descended to our day.
The rats preserved humanity.

CHAPTER IX.
THE LUCK OF JACQUES.
BELLE-BOUCHE was busily at work upon a piece
of embroidery when Jacques entered ; and this em
broidery was designed for a fire-screen. It represented
a parroquet intensely crimson, on a background uni
formly emerald ; and the eyes of the melancholy lover
dwelt wistfully upon the snowy hands selecting the dif
ferent colors from a tortoise-shell work-box filled with
spools of silk.
BeUe-bouche greeted the entrance of her admirer
with a frank smile, and held out her hand, which poor
Jacques pressed to his Ups with melancholy pleasure.
" I find Miss BeUe-bouche always engaged in some
graceful occupation," he said mournfully ; " she is either
reading the poets, or writing poetry herself in all the
colors of the rainbow."
The beauty treated this well-timed compliment with a
smile. " Oh, no," she said ; " I am only working a screen."
" It is very pretty." •
" Do you think so ?"
"Yes."
And then Jacques paused ; his conversation as usual
dried up like a fountain at midsummer. He made a
desperate effort.
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" Yes, I believe I was," smiled BeUe-bouche.
" What music was so happy ?" Jacques sighed.
BeUe-bouche laughed.
" A child's song," she said.
"Pray what?"
" ' Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home.' "
" A most exquisite air," sighed Jacques ; " please
commence again."
" But I have finished."
" Then something else, my dearest Miss BeUe-bouche ;
see how unfortunate I am — ^pray pardon me."
" Willingly," said BeUe-bouche, smiUng with a rose
ate blush.
" I always fancy myself in Arcady when I am near
you," he said tenderly.
" Why ? because you find me very idle ?"
" Oh, no ; but Arcady, you know, was the abode of
sylvan queens — dryads and oreads and naiads," said the
classic Jacques ; " and you are like them."
" Like a dryad ?"
" They were very beautiful."
BeUe-bouche blushed again; and to conceal her
blushes bent over the screen. Jacques sighed.
" Chloes are dead, liowever," he murmured, " and
the reed of Pan is still. The fanes of Arcady are
desolate." And having uttered this beautiful sentiment, the mel
ancholy Jacques was silent.
" Do you like ' My Arcady ?' " asked BeUe-bouche ;
" I think it very pretty."
" It is the gem of music. Ah ! to hear you sing it,"
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64 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON; OE,
BeUe-bouche quite simply rose, and going to the spin
net, sat down and played the prelude.
Jacques listened with closed eyes and heaving bosom.
"Please hand me the music," said BeUe-bouche;
" there in the scarlet binding."
Jacques started and obeyed. As she received it, the
young girl's hand touched his own, and he uttered a
. sigh which might have melted rocks. The reason was,
that Jacques was in love : we state the fact, though it
has probablj^ appeared before.
Belle-bouche's voice was like liquid moonlight and
melodious flowers. Its melting involutions and expiring
cadences unwound themselves and floated from her lips
like satin ribbon gradually drawn out.
As for Jacques, he was in a dream ; one might have
supposed that his nerves were steeped in the liquid
melody — or at times, when he started, that the music
came over him like a shower bath of perfume.
His sighs would have cSnciliated tigers ; and when
she turned and smiled on him, he almost staggered.
" Now," said BeUe-bouche smiling softly, " suppose I
sing something a little merrier. You know the minuet
always gives place to the reel."
Jacques uttered an expiring assent, and BeUe-bouche
commenced singing with her laughing voice the then
popular ditty, " Pretty Betty Martin, tip-toe fine."
If her voice sighed before, it laughed out loudly now.
The joyous and exhilarating music sparkled, glittered,
feU in rosy showers— rattled Uke Uquid diamonds and
dry rain. It flashed, and glanced, and. ran— and stum
bling over itself, feU upwards, showering back again in
shattered cadences and fiery foam.

A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 65
When she ended, Jacques remained silent, and was
only waked, so to speak, by hearing his name pro
nounced. " Yes," he said at random.
Belle-Bouche laughed.
" You agree with me, then, that my voice is wretch
edly out of tune ?" she said mischievously.
Poor Jacques only sighed and blushed.
" Betty Martin was a foolish girl," said BeUe-bouche,
laughing to hide her embarrassment.
" How ?" murmured Jacques.
BeUe-bouche found that she was involved in a delicate
explanation ; but thinking boldness the best, she replied.:
"Because she could not find just the husband she
wanted. You know the song says so — ' some were too
coarse and some too fine.' "
" Yes," murmured Jacques ; " and 't is often the case
with us poor fellows. We seldom find the Chloe we
want — she flies us ever spite of our attempts to clasp her
to our hearts."
" That is not because Chloe is fickle, but because Cory
don is so difficult to please," BeUe-bouche repUed, with
a sly little smile.
" Ah ! I am not !" he sighed.
"Indeed, you are mistaken; I'm sure you are a very
fastidious shepherd."
"No, no. True, I may never find my Chloe; but
when I do, then I shall no longer be my own master."
BeUe-bouche hesitated, blushed, and said quickly :
" Perhaps you long to meet with an angel."
" Oh, no — only a woman," said Jacques ; " and if you
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66 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
" Yes," said BeUe-bouche, looking away ; for his eyes
were fixed upon her with such meaning that she could
not retum his gaze.
" First," said Corydon, sighing, " she should be young
— that is to say, she should unite the grace and inno
cence of childhood with the splendor and fascination of
the fully-developed woman. This is most often found
at seventeen — therefore she should be just seventeen."
BeUe-bouche was scarcely more than seventeen, as we
know. The cunning Jacques went on.
" She should be a blonde, with light golden hair, eyes
as azure as the heavens, and, as one great poet said of
another, ' with a charming archness ' in them."
"Yes," murmured BeUe-bouche, whom this descrip
tion suited perfectly.
" Her voice should not be loud and bold, her manner
careless," Jacques went on ; " but a delicious gentleness,
and even at times a languor, should be diffused through
it — diffused through voice and manner, as a perfume is
diffused through an apartment, invisible, imperceptible
almost, filling us with quiet pleasure."
" Qnite a poetical description," said BeUe-bouche,
trying to laugh.
"She should be soft and tender — full of wondrous
thoughts, and ever standing like a gracious angel,"
sighed the rapturous Jacques, " to bless, console, and
comfort me."
"StiU prettier," said BeUe-bouche, blushing.
" Now let me sum up," said Jacques. " Golden hair,
blue eyes, a rosy face full of childlike innocence, at times
steeped in dewy languor, and those melting smiles which
sway us poor men so powerfully ; and lastly, with a

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heart and soul attuned to all exalted feelings and
emotions. There is what I look for — ah, to find her !
Better still to dream she could love me."
" Well, can you not find your Chloe ?" BeUe-bouche
murmured, almost inaudibly.
" Never, I fear," said Jacques ; " or else," he contin
ued with a sigh, " when we do find her, we always find
that some other discoverer claims possession."
BeUe-bouche blushed.
" Suppose it is without the consent of the aborigines,"
she said, attempting to laugh.
Jacques looked at her ; then shook his head.
" 'T is the strong hand, not the true heart, which con
quers." " Oh no, it is not !" said BeUe-bouche.
"What then?"
" The good, kind heart, faithful and sincere."
Jacques fixed his eyes upon her blushing face, which
leaned upon one of her fair hands — the other hand mean
while being an object of deep interest to her eyes, cast
down toward it.
" And should such a heart be wounded ?" he said.
" Oh, no !" murmured BeUe-bouche, blushing.
" Then do not wound mine !" cried Jacques ; " dear
est BeUe-bouche ! light of my heart — ^that was your
portrait ! Listen to your faithful  "
Poor, poor Jacques ! Fate played with him. For at
tlie very moment when he was about tb fall upon his
knees — just when his fate was to be decided — just when
he saw an Arcadian picture spread before him, in its
brilliant hues, all love and sunshine — that excellent old
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68 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON.
rustling silk and rattUng key basket, dispeUed all his
fond romantic dreams.
BeUe-bouche rose hastily and returned to her embroi
dery ; Aunt Wimple sat down comfortably, and com
menced a flood of tklk about the weather ; and Jacques
fell back on an ottoman overcome with despair.
In half an hour he was slowly on his way back to town
- — -his arms hanging down, his head bent to his breast, his
dreamy eyes fixed intently upon vacancy. •
Jacques saw nothing around him ; BeUe-bouche alone
was in his vision — BeUe-bouche, who by another chance
was snatched from him.
The odor of the peach blossoms seemed a weary sort
of odor, and the lark sang harshly.
As he passed through a meadow, he heard himself
saluted by name — -by whom he knew not. He bowed
without looking at the speaker; he only murmured,
" One more chance gone." As he passed the residence
of Sir Asinus, he heard that gentleman laughing at him ;
he only sighed, " BeUe-bouche !"

CHAPTER X.
MOWBEAY OPENS HIS HEART TO HIS NEW PEIEND.
INSTEAD of following the melancholy Jacques to his
~ chamber, let us return to the meadow in which he
had been saluted by the invisible voice. A brook ran
sparkling like a silver thread across the emerald expanse,
and along this brook were sauntering two students, one
of whom had spoken to the abstracted lover.
He who had addressed Jacques was Mowbray ; the
other was Hoffiand, the young student who had just
amved at WiUiamsburg.
Hoffland is much younger than tis companion — in
deed, seems scarcely to have passed beyond boyhood ;
his stature is low, his figure is slender, his hair flaxen
and curling, his face ornamented only with a peach-down
mustache. He is clad in a suit of black richly embroi
dered; wraps a slight cloak around him spite of the
warmth of the pleasant May aftemoon ; and his cocked
hat, apparently too large for him, droops over his face,
falUng low down upon his brow.
They walk on for a moment, in silence.
Then Hoffland says, in a musical voice like that of a
boy before his tone undergoes the disagreeable change
of manhood :
" You have not said how strange you thought this sud
den friendship I express, Mr. Mowbray, but I am afraid
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70 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
" No, indeed," replies Mowbray ; " I know not why,
but you have already taken a strong hold upon me. Sin
gular ! we are almost strangers, but I feel as though I had
known you all my life !"
" That can scarcely be, for I am but seventeen or eigh
teen," says Hoffiand smiling.
" A frank, true age. I regret that I have passed it."
"Why?"
" Ah, can you ask, Mr. Hoffiand ?"
" Please do not call me Mr. Hoffland. We are friends :
say Charles ; and then I will call you Ernest. I cannot
unless you set me the example."
" Ernest? How did you discover my name?"
" Oh !" said Hoffland, somewhat embarrassed, " does
not every body know Ernest Mowbray ?"
" Yery well — -as you are determined to give me com
pliments instead o^reasons, I will not persist. Charles
be it then, but you must call me Ernest."
"Yes, Ernest."
The low musical words went to his heart, and broke
down every barrier. They were bosom friends from that
moment, and walked on in perfect confidence.
" Why did you regret your youth, Ernest ?" said Hoff
land. " I thought young men looked forward impatiently
to their full manhood — twenty-five or thirty ; though I
do not," he added with a smile.
" They do ; but it is only another proof of the bUnd-
ness of -youth."
"Is youth bUnd?"
"Yery."
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A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 71
ambition, the victories of mind, the triumphs and suc
cesses of the brain, are mere dust and ashes compared
with what it costs to obtain them — the innocence of the
heart, the illusions of its youthful hope."
" Ah ! are illusions to be desired ?"
" At least they are a sweet suffering, a bitter delight."
" Even when one wakes from them to find every thing
untrue — despair alone left ?"
" You paint the reverse truly ; but still I hold that the
happiness of life is in what I have styled illusions. List
en, Charles," he continued, gazing kindly at the boy, who
turned away his head. " Life is divided into three portions
— three stages, which we must all travel before we can
lie down in that sUent bed prepared for us at our journey's
end. In the first. Youth, every thing is rosy, brilliant,
hopeful ; life is a dream of happiness which deadens the
senses with its delirious rapture — deadens them so per
fectly tliat the thorns Youth treads on are such no longer,
they are flowers ! stones are as soft as the emerald grass,
and if a mountain or a river rise before it, all Youth
thinks is. What a beautiful summit, or. How fair a river !
and straightway it darts joyously up the ascent, or throws
itself laughing into the bright sparkling waters. The
mountain and the river are not obstacles — they are
delights. Then comes the second portion of life. Man
hood, when the obstacles are traly what they seem — hard
to ascend, trying to swim over. Then comes Age, when
the sobered heart hesitates long before commencing the
ascent or essaying the crossing — ^when duty only prompts.
Say that duty is greater than hope, and you are right ;
but say that duty carries men as easily over obstacles
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72 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON ; OE,
Well, aU this prosing is meant to show that the real
happiness of Ufe is in iUusions. Doubtless you are con
vinced of it, however : already one learns much by the
time he has reached eighteen."
Hoffland mused.
Mowbray drove away his thoughts, and said, smUing
sadly :
"Have you ever loved, Charles?"
" Never," murmured the boy.
" That is the master illusion," sighed Mowbray.
" And is it a happy one ?"
" A painful happiness."
These short words were uttered with so much sadness,
that the boy stole a look of deep interest at his compan
ion's face.
" Do not be angry with me, Ernest," he said, " but
may I ask you if you have ever loved ?"
His head drooped, and he murmured, " Yes."
"Deeply?"
"Yes."" Were you disappointed ?"
"Yes."
And there was a long pause. They walked on in
silence. "It is a beautiful afternoon," said Mowbray at length.
" Lovely," murmured the boy.
" This stream is so fresh and pm*e — ^no bitterness in
it." " Is there in love ?"
Mowbray was sUent for a moment. Then he raised
his head, and said to his companion :
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A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. 73
serve to place you upon your guard against what may
cause you great suffering. I know not why, but I take a
Strange interest in you — coming alone into the great world
a mere youth as you are, leaving in the mountains from*
which you say you come all those friends whose counsel
might guide you. Listen to me, then, as to an elder
brother — a brother who has grown old early in thought
and feeling, who at twenty-five has already lived half
the life of man — at least, in the brain and heart. Listen.
I was alwajis impulsive and sanguine, always proud and
self-reliant. My father was wealthy. I was told from
my boyhood that I was a genius — that I had only to
extend my hand, and the slaves of the lamp, as the
Orientals say, would drop into it all the jewels of the
universe. Success in politics, poetry, law, or letters —
the choice lay with me, but the event was certain
whichever I should select. WeU, my father died^-his
property was absorbed by his debts — ^I was left with an
orphan sister to struggle with the world.
"I arranged our affairs — ^we had a small competence
after all debts were paid. We live yonder in a small
cottage, and in half an hour I shall be there. I seldom
take these strolls. Half my time is study — ^the rest,
work upon our small plot of ground. This was neces
sary to prepare you for what I have to say.
^' I had never been in love until I was twenty-four and
a half — that is to say, half a year ago. But one day I
saw upon a race-course a young girl who strongly at
tracted my attention, and I went home thinking of her.
I did not know her name, but I recognised in her bright,
frank, bold face — it was almost bold — that clear, strong
nature which has -ever had an inexpressible charm for
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74 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
me. I had studied that strange volume called Woman,
and had easily found out this fact : that the wildest and
most careless young girls are often far more delicate,
feminine, and innocent than those whose eyes are always
demurely cast down, and whose lips are drawn habitu
ally into a prudish and prim reserve. Do you under
stand my awkward words ?"
" Yes," said the boy quietly.
" Well," pursued Mowbray, "in forty-eight hours the
dream of my life was to find and woo that woman.
I instinctively felt that she would make me supremely
happy — that the void which every man feels in his
heart, no matter what his love for relatives may be, could
be filled by this young girl alone — that she would per
fect my Ufe. Yery well — -now listen, Charles."
" Yes," said the boy, in a low tone.
" I became acquainted with her — for when did a lover
ever fail to discover the place which contained his mis
tress ? — and I found that this young girl whom I had
fallen so deeply in love with was a great heiress."
" Unhappy chance !" exclaimed the boy ; " I under
stand easily that this threw an ignoble obstacle in the
way. Her friends  "
" No^— there you are mistaken, Charles," said Mow
bray ; " the obstacle was from herself."
" Did she not love you ?"
Mowbray smiled sadly.
" You say that in a tone of great surprise," he repUed;
" there is scarcely ground for such astonishment."
" I should think any woman might love you," mur
mured the boy.
Mowbray smiled again as sadly as before, and said :

A OHEONlOLE OP COLLEGE SOBAPES. 76
" Well, .1 see you are determined to make me your
devoted friend, by reaching my heart through my vanity.
But let me continue. I said that the obstacles in my way
were not objections on the part of Philippa's friends —
that was her name, Philippa : do not ask me more."
" No," said the boy.
" The barrier was her own nature. I had mistaken
it ; in the height of my pride I had dreamed that my
vision had pierced to the bottom of her nature, to the
inmost recesses of her heart: I was mistaken. I had
gazed upon the woman, throwing the heiress out of
the question ; you see I was hopelessly enslaved by the
woman before dreaming of the heiress," he added, with
a melancholy smile.
Hoffiand made no reply.
" Now I come to the end, and I shall not detain you
much longer from the moral. I visited her repeatedly.
I found more to admire than i expected even — more to
be repelled by, however, than my mind had prepared
me for. I found this young girl with many noble quali
ties — but these qualities seemed to me obscured by her
eternal consciousness of riches : her suspicion, in itself
an unwomanly trait, was intense."
" Oh, sir !" cried the boy, " but surely there is some
excuse ! Of course," he added, with an effort to control
his feelings, " I do not know Miss PhiUppa, but assuredly
a young girl who is cursed with great wealth must dis
criminate between those who love her for herself and
those who come to woo her because she is wealthy. Oh,
believe me, it is, it must be very painful to be wealthy,
to have to suspect and doubt — ^to run the hazard of
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among the sordid crowd who come to kneel to her be
cause she is an heiress — who would tum their backs
upon her were she portionless. Indeed, we should ex
cuse much."
" Yes," said Mowbray, " and you defend the cause of
heiresses well. But let me come back to my narrative.
The suspicion of this young girl was immense--as her
fortune was. That fortune chilled me whenever I
thought of it. I did not want it. I could have married
her — ^I had quite enough for both. Heaven decreed
that she should be wealthy, however — that the gUtter of
gold should blind her heart — i;hat she should suspect my
motives. Do not understand me to say that she placed
any value upon that wealth herself No ; I believe she
despised, almost regretted it : but still, who can teU ?
At least I love her too much still to hazard what may be
unjust — ah! the cinder is not cold."
And Mowbray's head drooped. They walked on in
silence. " Well, well," he continued at length, " I saw her
often. I could not strangle my feelings. I loved her —
in spite of her wealth — ^not on account of it. But gradu
ally my sentiment moderated : like a whip of scorpions,
.this suspicion she felt struck me, wounding my heart
and inflaming my pride. I tried to stay away ; I dragged
through life for a week without seeing her ; then, im
pelled by a violent impulse, I went to her again, armed
with an impassible pride, aijid determined to converse
upon the most indifferent subjects — to test her nature
fully, and — to make the test complete — ^bend all the
energies of my mind to the task of weighing her words,
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Well, she almost distinctly intimated, flfteen minutes
after our interview commenced, that I was a fortune-
hunter whom she regarded with a mixture bf amusement
and contempt."
" Oh, sir ! could it have been that yon  "
The boy stopped.
"How unhappy she must be — ^to have to suspect such
noble natures as your own," he added in a low voice.
Mowbray turned away his head ; then by a powerful
effort went on.
" You shaU judge, Charles," he said in a voice which
hfe mastered only by a struggle ; " you shaU say whether
I am correct in my opinion of her thoughts. She asked
me plainly if I was poor ; to which question I repUed
with a single word — ' Yery.' Next, did I hope to be
come rich ? I did hope so. Her advice then was, she
said, that I should marry some heiress, since that was a
surer and more rapid means than law or poUtics. She
said it very satiricaUy, and with a glance which kiUed
my love  "
" Oh, sir !" the boy murmured.
" Yes ; and though I was calm, my face not paler, I
beUeve, than usual, I was led to say what I bitterly re
gret — not because it was untrue, for it was not, rather
was it profoundly true — ||ut because it might have been
misunderstood. It was disgraceful to marry for mere
wealth, I said ; and I added, ' too expensive ' — since un
happiness at any price was dear. I adddd that money
would never purchase my own heart — schoolboy fashion,
you perceive ; and then I left her — ^never to return."
A long sUence followed these words. Mowbray then
added calmly :

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" You deduce from this narrative, Charles, one lesson.
Never give your affections to a woman suddenly ; never
make a young girl whom you do not know the queen of
your heart — the fountain of your illusions and your
dreams. The waking will be unpleasant ; pray Heaven
you may never wake as I have with a mind which is
becoming sour — a heart which is leaming to distrust
whatever is most fair in human nature. Let us dismiss
the subject now. I am glad I felt this impulse #0 open
my heart to you, a stranger, though a friend. We often
wliisper into a strange ear what our closest friends would
ask in vain. See, there is his Excellency's chariot with
its six white horses, and look what a graceful bow he
makes us !"
Mowbray walked on without betraying the least evi
dence of emotion. He seemed perfectly calm.

CHAPTER XI.
HOW HOFFLAND FOUND THAT HE HAD LEFT HIS KEY BEHIND.
THEY entered the town in silence, and both of the
young men seemed busy with their thoughts. Mow
bray's face wore its habitual expression of coUected
calmness ; as to Hoffland, he was smiUng.
Mowbray at last raised his head, and cha^ng away his
thoughts by a strong effort, said to his companion :
" You have, no dormitory yet, I beUeve — ^I mean, that
you are not domiciled at the coUege. Can I assist
you ?"
" Oh, thank you ; but I am lodged in town."
"Ah?"
" Yes ; Doctor Small procured permission for me."
" Where is your room, Charles ?— I shall come and
see you."
" Just down there, somewhere," said Hoffland dubi
ously. " On Gloucester street ?"
" No ; just around there," replied the student, point
ing in the direction of the college.
" Well," said Mowbray, " we shall pass it on our way,
and I will go up and see if you are comfortably fixed.
I may be able to give you some advice — I am an old
member of the commissary department."
" Oh, thank you," said Hoffland quickly ; " but I be
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" Can you judge ?" smiled Mowbray.
" Yes, indeed," Hoffiand said, turning away his head
and laughing ; " better than you can, perhaps."
" I doubt it."
" You grown lords of the creation fancy you know so
much !" said Hoffland.
Mowbray caught the merry contagion, and smiUng,
said :
"Nevertheless, I insist upon going to see if my new
brother Charles is comfortably established."
Hoffland bit his lip.
" This is tkfe place, is it not ?" asked Mowbray
Hoffland hesitated for a moment, and then replied
with an embarrassed tone :
" Yes — ^but — ^let us go on."
" No," Mowbray said, " I am very obstinate ; and as
Lucy will not expect me now until tea-time^ I am deter
mined to devote half an hour to spying out your land.
Come, lead the way !"
Hoffland wrung his hands with a nettled look, which
made him resemble a child deprived of its plaything.
"Bu1^"hesaid." Come — ^you pique my curiosity ; go on, Charles."
A sudden smile illumined the boy's face.
" Well," he said, "if you insist, so be it."
And he led the way up a staircase which commenced
just within the open door of the house. The lodging of
Sir Asinus was in one of those buildings let out to stu
dents ; this seemed more private — Hoffland alone dwelt
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" Oh me !" he cried, " could I have left my key at the
college ?"
" Careless !" said Mowbray, with a smile.
" I think I am very unfortunate."
" Well, then, my domiciliary visit is rendered impos
sible. Come, Charles, another time !"
And Mowbray descended, followed by the triumphant
Hoffland, who, whatever his motive might be, seemed
to rejoice in the accident, or the success of his ruse,
whichever the reader pleases.
" Come ! I am just going to see Wamer Lewis a
moment," said Mowbray, "and then I shall retum to
the ' Raleigh Tavern,' get my horse, and go to Rose-
land  "
" Roseland ? Is that your sister's home ?"
"Yes, we live- there — ^no one but Lucy and myself;
that is to say, except one single servant reserved from
the estate."
"Roseville?" mm-mured Hoffland; "I think I have
passed it."
" Yery probably ; it is just yonder, beyond the woods
— a cottage embosomed in trees, and with myriads of
roses around it, which JLucy takes great pleasure in cul
tivating." " I think I should Uke to know your sister," said Hoff
land. " Why, nothing is easier : come with me this even-
ing." "This evening?"
"Why not?"
"How could I?" laughed Hoffland; "your house is
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82 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON; OE,
SO smaU, that without some warning I should probably
incommode you."
" Oh, not at aU — we have a very good room for you.
You know in Yirginia we always keep the ' guest's
chamber,' however poor we are."
" Hum !" said Hoffland.
" Come !" said Mowbray.
Hoffland began to laugh.
" How could I go ?" he asked.
" Why, ride."
"Ride?"
" Certainly."
" In what manner, pray ?"
" On horseback," said Mowbray ; " I can easUy pro
cure you a horse."
Hoffland turned his head aside to conceal his laughter.
" No, I thank you," he said.
"You refuse?"
"Point-blank."
Mowbray looked at him.
" You are a strange person, Charles," he said ; " you
seem half man, half child — ^I might almost say half
giri." " Oh, Ernest, to hurt my feeUngs so J" said the boy,
turning away his face.
Mowbray found himself reflecting that he had uttered
a very unkind speech.
" I only meant that there was a singular mixture of
character and playfulness in you, Charles,", he said ;
"you are as changeable as the wind — and quite as
pleasant to my weary brow," he added, with a smUe;
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"I'm very glad I do," said Hoffland; "but do not
again utter such unfeeling words — /like a girl!"
" No, I will not — pray pardon me," replied Mowbray.
Hoffland's lip was puckered up, until it resembled a
rose-leaf rumpled by the finger of a school-girl.
"Then there is another objection to my going ont this
evening, Ernest," he said: "you see I return to the sub
ject." "What objection?"
"You ought to teU your sister what a fascinating
young man I am, and put her upon her guard  "
" Charles !" cried Mowbray, with a strong disposition
to laugh ; " you must pardon my saying that your van
ity is the most amusing I have ever encountered."
"Is it?" asked Hoffland, smiling; "but come, don't
you think me fascinating?"
"Upon my word," said Mowbray, "were I to utter
the exact truth, I should say yes ; for I have never yet
found myself so completely conciliated by a stranger.
Just consider that we have not known each other a week
yet  "
"But four days!" laughed Hoffland; "be accurate!"
" Well, that makes it all the stronger : we have known
each other but four days, and here we are jesting with
every word — ' Charles ' here, ' Ernest ' there — as though
we had been acquainted twenty years."
" Such an acquaintance might be possible for you — ^it
is not for me," Hoffland said, laughing ; " but I find
you very generous. You have not added the strongest
evidence of my wayward familiarity — ^that I advised
you to put your sister on her guard against my fascina
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girl — ^the most amusing spectacle, I think, in all the
world!" With which words Hoffland laughed so merrily and
with such a musical, ringing, contagious joy, that Mow
bray's feeUng of pique at this unceremonious allusion to
his sister passed away completely, and he could not utter
a word. They passed on thus to the college, conversing about
a thousand things ; and Mowbray saw with the greatest
surprise that his companion possessed a raind of remark
able clearness and justness. His comments upon every
subject were characterized by a laughing satire which
played around men and things like summer lightning,
and by the time they had reached Lord Botetourt's
statue, Mowbray was completely silent. He Ustened.

CHAPTER XII.
HOW HOFFLAND CAUGHT A TARTAR IN THE PEESON OP
MISS luoy's LOVEE.
THE day was not to end as quietly as Mowbray
dreamed, and we shall now proceed to relate the
incidents which followed this conversation.
Upon the smooth-shaven lawn, at various distances
from each other, were stretched parties of students, who
either bent their brows over volumes of Greek or Latin
— or interchanged merry conversation, which passed
around like an elastic ball — or leaning their heads upon
overturned chairs, suffered to curl upward from their
lazy Ups white wreaths of smoke which tumed to fioods
of gold in'the red sunset, while the calm pipe-holders
dreamed of that last minuet and the blue eyes shrining
it in memory, then of,the reel through which she darted
with such joyous sparkling eyes and rosy cheeks — and
so went on and dreamed and sighed, then sighed and
dreamed again. We aire compeUed to add that the
devotees of conversation and the di-eamers outnumbered
the delvers into Greek and Latin, to 3 really deplorable
degree. It is so difficult to study out upon the grass which
May has filled with fiowers — so very easy to Ue there
and idly talk or dream !
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86 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON; OE,
their way, noticed only with a careless glance by the
studious portion when their shadows fell upon the open
volumes — not at all by the talkers — and scarcely more
by the dreamers, who lazily moved their heads as
smokers only can- — with a silent protest, that is to say,
at having their reveries disturbed, and being compelled
to take such enormous trouble and exertion.
As Mowbray was about to ascend the steps beyond
the statue, a young man came down and greeted him
familiarly. Mowbray tumed round and said :
"Mr. Denis, are you acquainted with Mr. Hoffland?"
And then the new-comer and the young student court
eously saluted each other, smiled politely, and shook
hands. "Stay till I come back, Charles," said Mowbray;
"you and Denis can chat under the tree yonder — and
he will tell you whether Roseland can accommodate a
guest. He has staid with me more than once."
With which words Mowbray passed on.
Hoffland looked at his companion ; and a single
glance told him all he wished to know. Jack Denis —
for he was scarcely known by any other name — ^was an
open-hearted, honest, straight-forward young fellow of
twenty, with light-brown hair, frank eyes, and a cordial
bearing which at once put every body at their ease.
Still there was a latent flash in the eye which denoted
an excitable temper — ^not seldom united, 9,s the reader
must have observed, with such a character. ,
The young men strolled across to the tree which Mow
bray had indicated, and sat down on a wicker seat which
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" Mr. Mowbray said you could tell me about Rose
land," Hoffland said, raisirig his dark eyes as was his
habit beneath his low-drooping hat ; " I am sure it is a
pretty place ft-om his description — ^is it not ?"
"Oh, beautiful!" said Denis warmly; "you should
go and see it."
" I think I wiU."
" It is not far, and indeed is scarcely half an hour's
ride from town — there to the west."
" Yes ; and Miss Lucy is very pretty, is she not ?"
Denis colored slightly, and replied :
" I think so."
Hoffland with his quick eye discerned the sUght color,
and said somewhat maliciously :
" You know her very well, do you not ?"
" Why, tolerably," said Denis.
" I must make her acquaintance," continued, Hoffland,
" for I am sure from Mowbray's description of her she is
a gem. He invited me to come this evening."
"You refused?"
"Yes."
" You should not have done so, sir : Mowbray is not
prodigal of such invitations,"
Hoffland laughed.
" But I had a reason," he said mischievously.
" What, pray — if I may ask ?"
" Oh, certainly, you may ask," Hoffland replied, smil
ing ; " though it may appear very vain to you — my
reason." " Hum !" said Denis, not knowing what to think of
his new acquaintance, whose quizzing manner, to use the
technical word, did not please him.

88 THE ^OUTH OP JEFFEESON ; OB,
" I told Mowbray very frankly, however, why I could
.not come this evening," pursued Hoffland, vrith the air
of one child teasing another ; " and I think he appreci
ated my reason. I was afraid on Miss Lucy's account."
" Afraid !"
" Yes."
" On Lucy's accpunt I"
"On Miss Lucy's accoimt," said Hoffland, empha
sizing the " Miss." '
" Oh, well, sir," said Denis, with a slight air of cold
ness ; " I don't deny that I was wrong in so speaking of
a lady, but I don't see that you had the right to correct
me." "Why, Mr. Denis," said Hoffland smiling, "you take
my little speeches too seriously."
" No, sir ; and if I showed some hastiness of temper,
excuse me — ^I believe it is my faiUng."
" Oh, reaUy now ! no apologies," said Hoffland laugh
ing; "I am not aware that you vfere out of temper —
though that is not an unusual thing with men. And
now, having settled the question of the proper manner
to address or speak of Miss Lucy, I wiU go on and teU
you — as you seemed interested — why I did not feel my
self at liberty to accept Mr. Mowbray's invitation — or
Ernest's : I caU him Ernest, and he caUs me Charles."
"You seem to be well acquainted with him," said
Denis. " Oh, we are sworn friends ! — of four days' standing."
Denis looked at his companion with great curiosity.
" Mowbray— the'most reserved of men in friendship !"
he muttered.
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A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. 89
words; "but I am not a common person, Mr. Denis.
Remember that."
" Indeed ?" said Denis, again betraying some coolness
at his companion's satirical manner : his manner alone
was satirical — ^the words, as we may perceive, were
scarcely so.
"Yes," continued Hoffland, "and I am an exception
to all general rules— -just as Crichton was."
"Crichton?"" Yes ; the admirable Crichton."
And having uttered this conceited sentence with a
delightful little toss of the head, Hoffland laughed.
Denis merely inclined his head coldly. He was be
coming more and more averse to his companion every
moment. " But we were speaking of Roseland, and my reasons
for not accepting Mowbray's invitation," pursued Hoff
land, smiling ; " the reason may surprise you."
" Possibly, if you will tell me what it is," said Denis.
" Why, it is the simplest thing in the world. I come
from the mountains, you know."
" No, I did not know it before, sir," replied Denis.
" Well, such at least is the fact. Now, in the moun
tains, you know, the girls are prettier, and the men
handsomer." " I know nothing of the sort," replied Denis coldly.
" Yery well," Hoffland repUed ; " as I have just said,
such is nevertheless the fact."
"Indeed, sir?"
" Certainly. Now I am a fair specimen of the moun
tain men."
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90 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON; OE,
contempt which he could not repress. Hoffland did not
appear to observe it, but went on in the same quizzing
tone — for we can find no other word — ^which he had pre
served from the commencement of the interview.
" FeeUng that Miss Lucy had probably not seen any
one like myself," he said, " I was naturally anxious that
her brother should prepare her."
" Mr. Hoffland !"
"Sir?" " Nothing, sir !"
And Denis choked down his rising anger. Hoffland
did not observe it, but continued as coolly as ever :
" You know how much curiosity the fair sex have,"
he said, " and my plan was for Mowbray to describe me
beforehand to his sister — as I know he will."
" Pardon me, sir," said Denis coldly ; " but I do not
perceive your drift. Doubtless it arises from my stu
pidity, but such is the fact, to use your favorite expres
sion." " Why, it is much plainer than any pikestaff," Hoff
land replied, laughing ; " Usten, and I will explain. Mow
bray will retum home this evening, and after tea he will
say to his sister, ' I have a new friend at college, Lucy —
the handsomest, brightest, most amiable and fascinating
youth I ever saw.' You see he will call me a ' youth ;'
possibly this may excite Miss Lucy's, curiosity, and she
will ask more about me ; and then Mowbray will of
course expatiate on my various and exalted merits, as
every warm-hearted man does whe.n he speaks of his
friends. Then Miss Lucy will imagine for herself a leau
ideal of grace, elegance, beauty, inteUigence and wit,
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and then, when she is hopelessly entangled in this pas
sion for the creation of her fancy, I will make my
appearance. Do you not understand now, sir ?"
Denis frowned and muttered a reply which it had
been well for Hoffland to have heard.
" I think it very plain," continued the young man ;
" with all those graces of mind and person which a kind
Providence has bestowed upon me, I still feel that I
could expect nothing but defeat, contending with the
ideal of a" young girl's heart. Oh, sir, you can't imagine
how fanciful they are — believe me, women very seldom
fall in love with real men: it is the image of their
dreams which they sigh over and long to meet. This is
all that they really love."
" Ah ?" said Denis, in a freezing tone.
" Yes," Hoffland said ; " and applying this reasoning
to the present subject, you cannot fail to understand my
motives for refusing Mowbray's kind invitation. Once
in love with my shadow, Lucy will not fall in love with
me. To tell yoir the truth, I .could not afford to have
her  "
"Mr. Hoffland!"
" Why, Mr. Denis — did any thing hurt you ? Per
haps  "
" It was nothing, sir !" said Denis, with a flushed
face. " Well, to- conclude," said Hoffland ; " I could not
accept Lucy's love were she to offer it to me, and for
this reason I have staid away. I am myself fettered by
another object ; I could not marry her were she to faU
sick for love of me, and beg me on her knees to accept
her hand and heart — ^I really could not !"

92 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON.
Denis rose as if on springs.
"Mr. Hoffland!" he said, "you have basely insulted
a young girl whom I love — the sister of my friend — the
bfest and purest girl in the world. By Heaven, sir ! you
shall answer this ! But for your delicate appearance,
sir, I would personaUy chastise you on the spot ! But
you do not escape me, sir ! Hold yourself in readiness
to receive a challenge frpm me to-morrow moming,
sir !"
" Mr. Denis !" murmured Hoffland, suddenly turning
pale and trembling from head to foot.
" Refuse it, and I will pubUsh you as a coward !" cried
Denis, in a towering rage ; " a poltroon who has insulted
a lady and refused to hold himself responsible !"
With which words Denis tossed away; and passing
through the crowd of students, who, hearing angry voices,
had risen to their feet, he entered the college.
Hoffland stood trembling and totaUy unable to reply
to the questions addressed to him by the crowd. Sud
denly he felt a hand upon his shoulder ; and raising his
eyes he saw Mowbray.
He uttered a long sigh of relief ; and drawing his hat
over his eyes, apparently to conceal his paleness and
agitation, took his friend's arm and dragged him away.
" What in the world is all this about ?" asked Mow
bray. " Oh !" said Hoffland, trying to smile, but failing
lamentably, " Mr. Denis is going to kill me !"
And Mowbray felt that the hand upon his arm was
trembUng.

CHAPTER XIII.
HOFFLAND MAKES HIS WILL.
¥HEN they had reached the open street, and the
* crowd of curious students were no longer visible,
Hoffland, growing gradually calmer, and with faint
smiles, related to his companion what had just occur
red ; that is to say, in general terms — ^rather in substance,
it must be confessed, than in detail. Mr. Denis and
himself, he said, had at first commenced conversing in a
very friendly manner ; the conversation had then grown
animated, and Mr. Denis had become somewhat ex
cited ; then, at the conclusion of one of his (Hoffland's)
observations, he- had declared himself deeply offended,
and further, announced his intention of dispatching a
mortal defiance to him on the ensuing morning.
Mowbray in vain endeavored to arrive at the particu
lars of the affair. Hoffland obstinately evaded detailing
the cause of the quarrel.
" Well, Charles," said Mo-^bray, " you" are certainly
unlucky — to quarrel so quickly at college ; but  "
" Was It my fault ?" replied the boy, in a reproachful
tone. " I do n't know ; your relation is so general, you
descend so little to particulars, that I have not b'een able
to form an opinion of the amount of blame which at
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94 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
" Blame !" said Hoffiand. " Oh, Ernest ! you are not
a true friend."
"Why, Charies?"
" You do not espouse my part."
Mowbray uttered a sigh of dissatisfaction.
"Do you know," he said, "that my place is rather
yonder, as the friend and adviser of Denis?"
"WeU, sir," said Hoffland, in a hurt tone, "as you
please." Mowbray said calmly : ¦ *
"No, I will not embrace, your advice ; I will not
leave you, a mere youth, alone, to go and range myself
on the side of Denis, though we have been intimate
friends for years. He has numbers of acquaintances
and friends ; you could count yours upon the fingers of
one hand."
" On the little finger of one hand, say," Hoffland
repUed, regaining his good humor.
" Well," Mowbray said calmly, " then there is all the
mbre reason for my espousing your cause — since you
hint that I am the little finger."
" No, I will promote you," Hoffland answered, smil
ing; "you shall have this finger, one rank above the
little finger, you see."
And he held up his left hand, touching the third
finger. Then the boy turned away and laughed as irierrily and
carelessly as before the disagreeable events of the
evening. Mowbray looked at him with a faint smUe.
"Youth, youth!" he murmured; "youth, so fuU ot
joy and lightness — so careless and gay-hearted ! Here

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is a man — or a child — who in twenty-four hours may be
lying cold in death yonder, and he smiles and even
laughs. Hoffland," he added, " let us cease our discus
sions in relation to the origin of this unhappy affair, and
endeavor to decide uppn the course to be pursued.
With myself the matter stands thus : I have known
Denis for years ; he is one of my best friends ; no one
loves me more, I think  "
" Except one,"' said Hoffland, laughing.
" My dear Charles," said Mowbray seriously, " let us
speak gravely. This affair is serious, since it involves
two lives — especiaUy serious to me, since it involves the
life of a friend of many years' standing, and no less the
life of one I have promised to assist, advise, and guide —
yourself" "Oh," said Hoffland, with a hurt expression, ," you
call Mr. Denis your friend, while I — ^I am only ' one
you have promised to advise.' Ernest, that is cruel;
you have not learned yet how sensitive I am !"
And Hoffland turned away.
" Really, I am deaUng with a child," murmured Mow
bray ; " let me summon all my patience."
And he said aloud :
" My dear Hoffland, I am not one of those men who
make violent protestations and feel sudden and exces
sive friendships. Friendship, with me, is a tree of slow
growth ; and I even now wonder at the position you
have been able to take in my regard, upon such a slight
acquaintance. There is a frank word — all words be
tween friends should be frank. There, I call you my
friend — you are such : does that please you ?"
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ing his sad expression instantly ; " I Imow you are the
noblest and most sincere of men."
And the boy held out to his companion a small hand,
whieh retumed the pressure of Mowbray's sUghtly, and
was then quietly withdrawn.
" WeU, now," said Mowbray, " let us come back to
this affair. Denis will send you a challenge ?"
" He says so."
" Well ; then he will keep his promise."
" Of course he wiU act as a man of honor throughout,"
said Hoffland, laughing ; " I am sure of that, because he
is your friend."
"Pray drop these polite speeches, and let us talk
plainly." " Yery well, Ernest ; but Denis is a good fellow, ehf
asked Hoffland, smiUng.
" Yes."
"Brave?" " Wholly fearless."
" A good swordsman ?"
" Yery."
" And with the pistol ?" Isked Hoffland, laughing.
" The best shot in college," returned Mowbray,
pleased in spite of himself at finding his companion so
calm and smiling.
Hoffiand placed his thumb absently upon his chin —
leaned upon it, and after a moment's refiection said in a
business tone :
" I think I 'U choose swords."
" You fence ?"
"I? Why, my dear Ernest, have you never seen me
with a foil in my hand?"

A OHEONlOLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 97
" Never."
" Indeed ? Well, I fence like the admirable Crichton
himself It was some allusion to that celebrated gentle
man, ill connection with myself, by the by, which ex-»
cited Mr. Denis's anger."
"How, pray?"
" Well, well, it would embarrass me to explain. Let '
us dismiss Mr. Crichton. My mind is made up — ^I
choose short-swords, for I was always afraid of pistols."
Mowbray looked with curiosity at his companion.
" Afraid ?" he said.
" Yes, indeed," replied Hoffland ; " you will not be
lieve me, but I never could fire a pistol or a gun without
shutting my eyes, and dropping it when it went off!"
With which words Hoffland burst into laughter.
Mowbray saw that it would be necessary to check the
mercurial humor of his companion. He therefore sup
pressed the smile which rose unconsciously to his lips
when Hoffland laughed so merrily, and said gravely :
" Charles, are you prepared for a mortal duel ?"
" Perfectly," said Hoffland, with great simpUcity.
" Have you made your will ?"
"My will? Fie, Mr. Lawyer! Why, I am a mi
nor." " Minors make wills," said Mowbray ; " and I advise
you, if you are determined to encounter Mr. Denis, to
make your will, and put in writing whatever you wish
done." " But what have I to leave to any one ?" said Hoff
land, affecting annoyance. "Ah, yes !" he added, " I
am richer than I supposed. Well, now, this terrible
affair may take place before I can make my arrange-
5

98 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
ments ; so I will, with your permission, make a nuncu
pative wUl — ^I beUeve nuncupate is the word, but I am
not sure."
Mowbray sighed ; he found himself powerless before
this incorrigible Ught-heartedness, and had not the reso
lution to check it. He began to refiect wistfully upon
the future: he already saw that boyish face pale and
bloody, but still smiUng — ^that slender figure stretched
upon the earth — a mere boy, dead before his prime.
Hoffland went on, no longer laughing, but uttering
sighs, and affecting sudden and profound emotion.
" This is a serious thing, Ernest," he said ; " when a
man thinks of his will, he stops laughing. I beg there
fore that you will not laugh, nor interrupt me, while I
dispose of the trifling property of which I am possessed."
Mowbray sighed.
Hoffland echo,ed this sigh, and went on :
" First : As I have no family, and may confine my
bequests wholly to my present dear companions, ac
quaintances, and friends — ^fii-st, I leave my various suits
of apparel, which may be found at my lodgings, to my
dear companions aforesaid ; begging that they may be
distributed after the following fashion. To the student
who is observed to shed the most tears when he receives
the intelligence of my unhappy decease, I give my suit
of silver velvet, with chased gold buttons, and silk em
broidery. The cocked hat and feather, resetted shoes
with diamond buckles, and the flowered satin waistcoat,
go with this. Also six laced pocket-handkerchiefs,
which I request my dear tender-hearted friend to use
on aU occasions when he thinks of me, to dry his eyes
with.

A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 99
'''¦Item: My fine suit of Mecklenburg silk, with sil
ver buttons, I give to the friend who expresses in words
the most poignant regret. I hold that tears are more
genuine than words, for which reason the best weeper
has been preferred, and so has received the velvet suit.
Nevertheless, the loudest lamenter is not unworthy ; and
so I repeat that he shall, have the silk suit. If there be
none who weep or lament me, I direct that these two
suits shall be given to the janitor of the college, the old
negro Fairfax, whose duty ever thereafter shall be to
praise and lament me.
" Second : I give my twelve other suits of various
descriptions, more or less rich, to the members of the
'Anti-Stamp-Act League,' of which I am a member.
Tliis with my love ; and I request that, whenever they
speak of me, they may say, 'Hoffland, our lamented,
deceased brother, was a man of expanded political ideas,
and a true friend of liberty.'
" Third : I give all my swords, pistols, guns, carbines,
short swords, broad swords, poniards, and spurs, to my
friend Mr. Denis, who has had the misfortune to kUl
me. It is my request that he wiU not lament me, or
feel any pangs of conscience. So far from dying with
the thought that he has been unjust to me, I declare that
his conduct has been worthy of the Chevalier Bayard;
and I desire that the above implements of war may be
used to exterminate even the whole world, should they
give him like cause of quarreL
" Fourth : I give my books to those I am most inti
mately acquainted with :— my Elzevir Horace to T.
Randolph — ^he wLU find translations pf the best odes
upon the fly leaves, much better than any he could make ;

100 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON ; OE,
my' Greek books, the Iliad, Graeca Minora, Herodotus,
etc., which are almost entirely free from dog-ears and
thumb-marks, as I have never opened them, I give to
L. Burwell, requesting that he will thenceforth* apply
himself to Greek in earnest. My Hebrew books I
give to Fairfax, the janitor, as he is the only one
in the college who will not pretend to understand
them; thus, much deception wiU be warded off and
prevented. " Fifth : I give and bequeath to the gentleman who
passed us this aftemoon on horseback, and who is
plainly deep in love with some one — I believe he is
known as Mr. Jacques — ^I bequeath to him my large
volume of love-songs in manuscript, begging him to read
tbem for his interest and instruction, and never, under
any circumstances, to copy them npon embossed paper
and send them to his lady-love, pretending that they are
original, as I have known many forlorn lovers to do
before this.
" Sixth : I bequeath to Miss Lucy Mowbray, the sister
of my beloved friend, my manuscript ' Essay upon the
Art of Squeezing a Lady's Hand ;' begging that she will
read it attentively, and never suffer her hand to be
squeezed in any other manner than that which I have
therein pointed out.
" Seventh : I bequeath my ' Essay upon the Hebrew
Letter Aleph' to the College of WilUam and Mary,
requesting that it shall be disposed of to some scientific
body in Europe, for not less than twenty thousand
pounds — that sum to be dedicated to the founding of a
new professorship — to be called the Hofflamd Prafessar-
ship for the instruction of young men going to woo their

A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. 101
sweethearts. And the professor shall in all cases be a
woman. " Eighth : Having disposed of my personal, I now come
to add a disposition also of my invisible and more valu
able property remaining. I bequeath my memory to
the three- young ladies to whom I am at present engaged
— ^begging them to deal charitably with what I leave
to them ; and if harsh thoughts ever rise in their hearts,
to remember how beautiful they are, and how utterly
impossible it was for their poor friend to resist yielding
to that triple surpassing loveliness. If this message is
distinctly communicated to them, they will not be angry,
but ever after revere and love my memory, as that of
the truest and most rational of men.
" Ninth : I leave to my €Kecutor a lock of my h&,
which he shall carry ever after in his bosom — take
thence and kiss at least once every day — at the same
time murmuring, 'Poor Charles! he loved me very
much !'
" Tenth, and last : I bequeath my heart to Mr. Ernest
Mowbray. I mean the spiritual portion — my love.
And if I should make him my executor, I hereby
declare that clause ninth shall apply to him, and be
carried out in full ; declaring that he may. utter the
words therein written with a good conscience; and
declaring further, that my poverty alone induces me
to make him so trifling a bequest as this, in the tenth
clause expressed. Moreover, he had full possession of
it formerly during my life-time ; and, finally, I make
him my executor.
" That is all," said Hoffland, laughing and tuming
away his head ; " a capital will, I think !"

102 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON.
Mowbray shook his head.
"I have Ustened to your jesting, in silence, Charles,"
he said, " because I thought it best to let your merry
mood expend itself  "
" I was never graver in my life !"
"Then you were never grave at all. Now let us
seriously consult about this unhappy affair. Ah, duel-
Ung, duelling ! how wicked, childish, illogical, despotic,
bloody, and at the same time ludicrous it is ! Come, you
have lost your key, you say— we cannot go to your lodg
ings : let us find a room in the ' Raleigh,' and arrange
this most unhappy affair. Come."
And, followed by Hoffland, Mowbray took his way
sadly toward the " Raleigh."

CH.APTER XIY.
HOSTILE COEEESPONDENCE.
¥E regard it as a very fortunate circumstance that
the manuscript record of what followed, or did not
follow, the events just related, has been faithfuUy pre
served. A simple transcription of the papers will do
away with the necessity of relating the particuliars in
detail ; and so we hasten to present the reader with the
correspondence, prefacing it with the observation that tHe
affair kept the town or city of WiUiamsburg in a state
of great suspense for two whole days.
I.
" Me. Hoffland :
" You insulted a lady in my presence yesterday evening, and I de
mand from you a retraction of all that you uttered. I am not skilled in
writing, but you will understand, me. The friend who bears this will
bring your answer. I am your obed't serv't,
" J. Denis."
H.
" Mk. Denis :
" Por you know you begin ' Mr. Hoffland !' as if you said, ' Stand
and deliver !' — I have read your note, and I am sure I shan't be able to
write half as well. I am so young that, unfortunately, I have never had
au affair, which is a great pity, for I would then know how to write
beautiful long sentences that no one could possibly fail to understand.
" You demand a retraction, your note says. I do n't like ' demsind ' —

104 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON ; OE,
it 'a such an ugly word, you know ; and if you change the letters slightly, '
it makes a very bad, shocking word, such as is used by profane young
men. Then ' retraction ' is so hard. For you know I said I was hand
some : must I take back that ? Then I said that I could not marry
the lady we quarrelled about : must I say I can ? I can't tell a story,
and I assure you on my honor — yes, Mr. Denis ! on my sacred word of
honor as a gentleman ! — that I cannot marry Lucy !
" You see I can't take it back, and if you were to eat me up I
could n't say I did n't say it.
" To think how angry you were ! " In haste,
" Charles Hoffland.''
IH.
" Mr. Hoffland :
" Your note is not satisfactory at all. I did not quarrel with your
opinion of yourself, and you know it. I waa not foolish enough to be
angry at your declaring that you were engaged to some lady already.
You spoke of a lady who is my friend, and what you said was insulting.
" I say again that I am not satisfied. " Your obed't serv't,
" J. Denis."
IV.
" iMR. Denis :
" Stop ! — I didn't say I was engaged to any lady : no misunder
standing. Yours always,
" Charles Hoffland."
V.
" Mr. Hoffland :
" I do not understand your note. You evade my yequest for an ex
planation. I think, therefore, that the shortest way will be to end the
matter at once.
" The friend who brings you this will make aU the arrangements.
" I have the honor to be,
" J. Denis."

A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. 105
VI.
" Oh, Mr. Denis, to shoot me in cold blood ! 'Well, never mind ! Of
course it 's a challenge. But who in the world will be my ' friend ' ?
Please advise me. You know Ernest ought not to— decidedly. He
likes you, and you seemed to like Miss Lucy, who must be a very sweet
girl as she is -Ernest's sister. Therefore, as I have no other friend but
Ernest, I should think we might arrange the whole affair withoul
troubling him. I have been talking with some people, and they say I
have ' the choice of weapons ' — because you chaUenged me, you know.
I would rather fight with a sword, I think, than be shot, but I think we
had better have pistols. I therefore suggest pistols, and I have been
reading all about fighting, and can lay down the rules.
"1. The pistols shall be held by the principals with the muzzles
down, not more than six inches from the right toe — ^pointing that way,
I mean. " 2. The word shall be ' Fire ! One, Two, Three !' and if either fire
before ' one ' or after ' three,' he shall be immediately killed. For you
know it would be murder, and ours is a gentlemanly affair of honor.
" 3. The survivor, if he is a bachelor, shall marry the wife of the one
who falls. You are a bachelor, I believe, and so am I : thus this will
not be very hard, and for my part I 'm very glad ; I should n't like to
marry a disconsolate widow. I think we could fight on the college
green, and Dr. Small might have a chair placed fbr him under the big
tree to look on from — ^near his door, you know.
" I have the honor to be,
" Yours truly,
" Charles Hoffland.
VH.
" Mr. Hoffland :
" Your note is very strange. You ask me to advise you whom to
take as your second; and then you lay down rules which I. never
heard of before. I suppose a gentleman can right his grievances with
ont having to. fight first and marry afterwards. 'What you write is so
much like joking, that I do n't know what to make of it. You seem to
be very young and inexperienced, sir, and you say you have no friend
but Mowbray. 5*

106 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON; OE,
" I 'm obliged to you for yonr delicacy about Mowbray, but I cannot
take it upon myself to advise anyone else. — I hardly know how to write
to you, for the whole thing seems a joke to you. If y6u were jesting in
what you said, say so, sir, and we can shake hands. I do n't want to
take your blood for a joke, and especially as you are a stranger here.
" Your obed't aerv't,
" J. Denis."

VIIL
" Joking, my dear fellow ? Of course I was joking ! Did you think
I really was in earnest when I said that I was so handsome, and was en
gaged already, et cetera, and so forth, as one of my friends used to say ?
I was jesting ! For on my sacred word of honor, I am not engaged to
any one — and yet I could not marry Lucy. I am wedded already — to
my own ideas ! I am not my own master — and yet I have no mistress !
" But I ought not to be tiring you in this way. "Why did n't you
ask me if I was joking at first ? Of course I was ! I was laughing all
the time and teasing you. It 's enough to make me die a^Iaughing to
think we were going to murder each other for joking. I was plaguing
you ! for I saw at once from what you said that you were hopelessly
in  well, well ! I won't tell your secrets. " Yours truly,
" Charles Hoffland."
IX.
" Me. Hoffland :
" I am very glad you were joking, and I am glad you have said so
with manly courtesy — though I am at a loss to understand why you
wished to ' tease ' me. But I do p't take offence, and am sure the whole
matter was a jest. I hope you will not jest with me any more upon
such a subject — I am very hasty ; and my experience has told me that
most men that fall in duels, are killed for this very jesting.
" As to what you say about my admiring Miss Mowbray, it is true in
some degree, and I am not offended. As far as my part goes, we are as
good friends as ever. Yours truly,
"J. Denis."

A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 107
X.
" Dear Jack ;
" Your apology is perfectly satisfactory. — But I forgot ! I made
the apology myself! "Well, it 's all the same, and I am glad we have n't
killed each other — for then, you know, we would have been dead now.
" Come round this evening to my lodging-^one corner from Glouces
ter street, by the college, you know — and we '11 empty a jolly bottle, get
up a game of ombre with Mowbray, and make a night of it. Oh ! I
-forgot ! — my key has disappeared : I don't see it any where, and so, to
my great regret, your visit must be deferred. What a pity !
" "We shall meet this evening, when we shall embrace each other —
figuratively — and pledge everlasting friendship. " Devotedly till death,
" Charles Hoffland."
Thus was the great affair which agitated all Williams
burg for more than forty-eight hours arranged to the
perfect satisfaction of all parties : though we must except
that large and influential body the quidnuncs, who, as
every bo4y knows, are never satisfled with any thing
which co'mes to an end without a catastrophe. The cor
respondence, as we have seen, had been confined to the
principals, and the only public announcement was to
the effect that " both gentlemen were satisfied " — which
we regard as a very gratifying circumstance.

CHAPTER XY.
SENTIMENTS OP A DISAPPOINTED LOVEE ON THE SUBJECT OF
WOMEN.
HOFFLAND had just met and made friends with
Jack Denis — " embraced him figuratively," to use
his expression; and he and Mowbray were walking
down Gloucester street, inhaling the pleasant air of the
fine morning joyously.
Hoffland was smiling as usual. Mowbray's counte
nance wore its habitual expression of collected calmness
— ^his clear eye as usual betrayed no emotion of any
description. "I feel better than if I was dead," said Hoffland,
laughing, "and I know you are glad, Ernest, that I
am still aUve."
" Sincerely," said Mowbray, smiling,
"Wasn't it a ^ood idea of mine to carry on aU the
correspondence ?"
" Yes ; the result proves it in this instance. I thought
that I could arrange the unhappy affair, but I believe
you were right in taking it out of my hands — or rather,
in never delivering it to me. Well, I am delighted
that it is over. I could ill spare you or Denis; and
God forbid that you should ever fall victims to this
barbarous child's play, duelling."
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A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 109
must have some tribunal above the courts of law ; and
then you know the women dote upon a duelUst.
" Yes, Hoffland, as they dote upon an interesting
monstrosity — the worse portion. Women admire cour
age, because it is the quality they lack — ^I mean animal
courage, the mere faculty of looking into a pistol-muzzle
calmly ; and their admiration is so great that they are
carried away by it. They admire in the same way a
gay wild feUow ; they do not dislike even a ' poor
fellow — ah! very dissipated!' and this arises from the
fact that they admire decided ' character ' of any de
scription, more than the want of character — even when
the possessor of character is led into vice by it."
"A great injustice! — a deep injustice!" said Hoff
land ; "I wonder how you can say so !"
" I can say so because I believe it to be true — ^nay, I
know it."
" Conceited ! — you know women indeed !"
" Not even remotely ; but listen. I was about to add
that women admire reckless courage and excessive animal
spirits. But let that courage lead a man to shed an
other's blood for a jest, or let that animal spirit draw
a man into degrading and bestial advice — ^presto! they
leave him !"
" j^d they are right !"
" Certainly."
" Well, sir ?"
" But they are not the less wrong at first : the impor
tance they attach to courage leads many boys and
young men into murderous affrays — just as their satirical
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110 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON; OE,
"Oh, Ernest!"
"Do you deny it?"
"Wholly."
"Well, that only proves to me once more that you
know nothing of women." •
" Do you think so ?" said Hoffland, smiling.
" Yes : what I have said is the tritest truth. That
women admire these qualities excessively, and that men,
especially young men, shape their conduct by this femi
nine feeling, is as true as tliat sunlight."
" I deny it."
" Yery well ; that proves further, Charles, that you
have not observed and studied much."
"Have you?"
" Extensively."
" And you are a great master in the wiles of women
by this time, I suppose," said Hoffland satirically.
"No, you misunderstand me," replied Mowbray,
without observing the boy's smUe. " I never shall pre
tend to understand women ; but I can use my eyes, and
I can read the open page before me."
" The open page ? What do you mean ?"
" I mean that the history of the modern world, the
social history, has a great key-note — is a maze unless
you keep constantly in view ,the existence of thig ele
ment — woman."
" I should say it was : we could not well get on with
out them."
" The middle age originated the present deification of
woman," continued Mowbray philosophically, " and the
old knights left us the legacy. We have long ago dis
carded for its opposite the scriptural doctrine that

A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. Ill
the man is not of the , woman, but the woman of the
man; .and we justify ourselves by the strange plea,
' they are so weak.' "
"Well, are they not?"
" Woman weak ? Poor Charles ! iParUaments,* inqui
sitions, secret tribunals and executioners' axes are straws
compared to them. They smile, and man kneels ; they
weep, and his moral judgment is effaced Uke a shadow :
he is soft clay in their hands. One caress from a girl
makes a fool of a giant. Have you read the history of
Samson ?"
" Yile misogynist !" said Hoffland, " you are reaUy too
bad !"
Mowbray smUed sadly.
" Do not understand me to say that we should retum
to barbarous times, and make the women labor and
carry burdens, while we the men lounge in the sun and
dream," he said ; " not at aU. All honor to the middle
age ! The knight raised up woman, and she made him
a reproachless chevaUer in retum ; but it did not end
there. He umst needs do more — ^he loved, and love is
so strong ! Divine love is strongest — ^he must deify her."
" You are a great student, forsooth !"
" Deny it if you can; but you cannot, Charles. The
central idea of the middle age^-the age of chivalry — is
woman. That word interprets all ; it is the open sesame
which throws wide the portals. Without it, that whole
era is a mere jumble of bewildering anomalies — events
without causes — actions without motives. Well, see
how truly we are the descendants of those knights. To
this day our social god is woman.''
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112 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON; OE,
"No ; what I say is more in sorrow than anger. It
will impede our national and spiritual growth, for I de
clare to you that one hundred years hence, women in
my opinion will not be satisfied with this poetic and
chivalric homage: they will demand a voice in the
government. They will grow bolder, and leam to re
gard these chivalric concessions to their purity and
weakness as their natural rights. Woman's rights! —
that will be their watchword."
" And I suppose you would say they have no rights."
" Oh, many. Among others, the right to shape the
characters and opinions of their infant children," said
Mowbray with a grave smile.
" And no more, sir ?"
" Far more ; but this discussion is unprofitable. What
I mean is simply this, Charles : thg,t the middle age has
left us a national idea which is dangerous — the idea that
woman should, from her very weakness, rule and direct ;
especially among us gentlemen who hold .by the tra
ditions of the past — who reject Sir Galahad, and cling
to Orlando and Amadis— ^who grow mad%,nd fall down
worshipping and kissing the feet of woman — ^happy even
to be spumed by her."
" Really, sir ! — ^but your conversation is very instruc
tive! Who, pray, was Sir Galahad? — for I have read
Ariosto, and know about Orlando."
" Sir Galahad is tha,t myth of the middle age, Charles,
who went about searching for the holy Graal — the cup
which our Saviour drank from in his last supper ; which
Joseph of Arimathea collected his precious blood in.
You will understand that I merely repeat the monkish
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A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. 113
"Well, what sort of a knight was ,this. Sir Galahad ;
and why do you hold him up as superior to Orlando and
Amadis ?"
" Because he saw the true course, and loved woman
as an earthly consoler, did not adore her as a god. Read
how he fought and suffered many things for women ;
see how profoundly he loved them, and smiled when
ever they crossed his path ; how his whole strength and
every thing was woman's. Was she oppressed? Did
brute strength band itself against her? His chivalric
arm was thrown around her. Was she threatened with
shame, or hatred and wrong ? His heart, his sword, all
were hers, and he would as willingly pour out his blood
for her as wander on a sunny morning over flowery
fields." " Well," said Hoffland, " he was a true knight. Have
you not finished ?"
"By no means. With lov? for and readiness to pro
tect the weak and oppressed woman — with satisfaction
in her smiles, and rejoicing in the thanks she gave him
— the good knight's feeUngs ended. He would not give
her his heart and adore her — he knelt only to his God.
He refused to place his arm at her disposal in all things,
and so become the tool of her caprice; he would not
sell himself for a caress, and hold his hands out to be
fettered, when she smiled and offered him an embrace.
A child before God, and led by a grand thought, he
wonld not become a child before woman, and be di
rected by her idle fancies. He was the ' knight of God,'
not of woman ; and he grasped the prize."
Hoffland Ustened to these earnest words more thought
fully.

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THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON; OE,

" Well," he said, "so Sir Galahad is your model — not
the mad worshipper of woman, Orlando ?"
"A thousand times."
" Ah ! we have neither now."
" We have no Galahads, for woman has grown stronger
even than in the old days. She would not tolerate a
lover who espoused her cause from duty : she wants
adoring worship."
" No! no ! — only love!" said Hoffland.
" A mistake," said Mowbray ; " she does not wish a
mere knightly respect and love — that of the real knight ;
she demands an Amadis, to grow mad for her — to be
crazed by her beauty, and kneel down and sell himself
for a kiss. She wishes power, and scouts the mere
chivalric smile and homage. She claims and exacts the
fullest obedience, and her claim is pronounced just. She
says to-day — ^returning to what we commenced with —
she says, ' Go and murdSr that man : he has uttered a
jest ;' or, ' On penalty of my pity and contempt, make
yourself the slave of my caprice, and kill your friend,
who has said laughing that I am not an angel.' The
unhappy part of all this is," said Mowbray, " that the
men, especially young men, obey. And then, when the
blood is poured out, the tragedy consummated ; when
the body which was a breathing man is taken from the
bloody grass where it lies like a wounded bird, its heart-
blood welling out — when it is bome cold and pale before
her, and the mother, sister, daughter wail and moan — ¦
then the beautiful goddess who has gotten up this little
drama for her amusement, finds her false philosophy
broken in her breast, her deity overthrown, her supreme
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A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. 115
and she wrings her hands, and sobs and cries out at the
evil she has done ; but cries much louder, that the hearts
of men are horrible and bloody ; that their instincts are
barbarous and terrible ; that she alone is tender and soft
hearted and forgiving ; that she would never have
plunged the sword into the' bosom, or sent the ball tear
ing its way through the heart ; that man alone is horrible
and cruel and depraved; that she is noble and pure-
hearted, true and innocent ; that woman is above this
miserable humanity — great like Diana of the Ephesians,
pure and strong and immaculate — without reproach !
That is a tolerably accurate history of most duels," added
Mowbray coldly ; " you wUl not deny it."
Hoffland made no reply.
" You will not deny it because it is true," said Mow
bray ; " it is what every man knows and feels and sees.
You think it strange, then, that they act as they do, in
this perfect subservience to woman, knowing what I have
said is trae. It is not more strange than any other
ludicrous inconsequence which men are guilty of Look
at me ! I know that what I have said is as true as the
existence of this earth ; and now, what would I do? I
will tell you. Were I in love with a woman, I would
make myself a child, and adore her, and sell my soul for
her caresses ; and make my brain the tool of my infatua
tion by yielding to her false, fatal sophistry, because that
sophistry would be uttered by red lips, and would be
come truth in the dazzling light of her seductive smiles.
Do you expect me, because I know it is all a lie, to resist
sighs and murmurs, and those languid glances, which
women employ to gain their ends ? If you wish me to
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freezing stream instead of a warm current in my veins —
make me a thinking machine, all brain ; but take care
how you leave one particle of the man ! That' particle
will fire all ; for the age tells me that woman is all pure,
all-knowing, all true — ^how can I go astray ? I am not
a machine — the atmosphere of that old woman- worship
ping world has nourished me, because I breathe it now ;
and if the woman I loved madly wished a Uttle murder
enacted for the benefit of her enemies, why, I cannot,
dare not say, I would not go and murder for her, think
ing I was serving nothing but the cause of purity and
justice.'' Hoffland listened to these coldly uttered words with
some agitation, but made no reply. They walked on for
some moments in silence, and Mowbray then said :
" The discussion is getting too grave, Charles ; and I
am afraid I have spoken very harshly of women — led
away in the discussion of this subject. But remember
that most of these unhappy affairs indirectly arise from
this fatal philosophy ; and I have reason to suppose that
the present one, which has so nearly taken from me one
or both of my dearest friends, orginated indirectly in
such a source. Do not understand me as undervaluing
the fine old chivalrous devotion to women : the hard
task is for me to believe that any devotion to a good
and pure woman is exaggerated. They are above us,
Charles, in all the finer and nobler traits, and we are re
sponsible for this weakness in them. What wonder if
they beUeved us when we told them that theywere more
than human, something angelic ? Their duty was to Us
ten to us, and act by our judgment ; and when we have
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hem of their garments for our lips, their smiles brighter
than the sunshine of heaven, should we feel surprise at
their acquiescing in our dicta, and assuming the enor
mous social infiuence which we yield'to them, beg them
upon our knees to take ? For my part, I rejoice that
man has not a power as unlimited ; and if one sex must
rule, spite of every thing, I am almost ready to give up
to the women. They go right oftener ; and if this tyr
anny must really exist, I know not that Providence has
not mercifully placed the sceptre in her hands.. See where
all my great philosophy ends — I can't help loving while
I speak against them. The sneer upon my lips turns to
a smile— my indignation to good-humor. Oh, Charles !
Charles ! right or wrong, they rule us ; and if we must
have sexual tyranny, it is best in the hands of mothers.
But rather let us have no tyranny at all : let the man
take his place as lord without, the woman her sovereignty
over the inner world. Let her grace perfect his strength ;
her bosom hold his rude head and dusty brow ; let her
heart crown his intellect — each fill the void in each.
Yain thought, I am afraid ; and this, I fear, is scarcely
more than dreaming. Let us leave the subj ecti"
And Mowbray sighed ; nodding, as he passed on, to a
young gentleman on hoi-seback. This was Jacques.

CHAPTER XYI.
ADVANCE OP THE ENEMY UPON SIE ASINUS.
INSTEAD of listening further to the conversation of
Mowbray and Hoffland, let us follow Jacques, who,
moimted as we have seen on a beautiful horse, is gaily
passing down the street.
Jacques is clad as usual like a lily of the field, with
something of the tulip ; he hums a melancholy love song
of his own composition, not having yet come into pos
session of Hoffland's legacy ; he smiles and sighs, and
after some hesitation, draws rein before the domicile of
our friend. Sir Asinus, and dismounting, ascends to the
apartment of that great political martyr.
Sir Asinus was sitting in an easy chair tuning a vio
lin ; his pointed features wearing their usual expression
of cynical humor, and his dress wofuUy negligent.
He had been making a light repast upon crackers and
wine, and on the floor lay a tobacco pipe with an exceed
ingly dirty reed stem, which Jacques, with his usual bad
fortune, trod upon and reduced to a bundle of splinters.
" There !" cried Sir Asinus, " there, you have broken
my pipe, you awkward cub !"
" Ah," sighed Jacques, gazing upon the spUnters
with melancholy curiosity; "what you say is very
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" Nothing better could be expected from you, how
ever, you careless fop !"
And giving one of the violin pegs a wrench. Sir Asinus
snapped a string.
" There !" he cried, " you bring bad fortune ! whenever
you come, I have the devil's own luck."
Jacques laughed quietly, and stretching out his ele
gant foot, yawned luxuriously.
"You are naturally unlucky, my dear knight," he
said. " Hand me a glass of wine — or don't trouble your
self: the exercise of rising will do me good."
And leaning over, he poured out a glass of wine and
sipped it.
' " I was coming along, and thought I would come in,"
he said. " How is your Excellency to-day ?"
" Dying of weariness !"
" What ! even your great Latin song  "
" Is growing dull, sir. How can a man live on soli
tude and Latin ? No girls, no frolics, no fun, no nothing,
if I may use that inelegant expression," said Sir Asinus.
" Go back, then."
" Never !"
" Why not ?"
'' Do you ask ? I am a martyr, sir, to my great and
expanded political ideas ; my religious opinions ; my
theory of human rights."
" Ah, indeed ? Well, they ought to appreciate the
compliment you pay them, and console you in your
exile." " They do, sir," said Sir Asinus.
" Delighted to hear it," sighed Jacques, setting down
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" No. I fervently desire that he wUl call. We could
sing my Latin song together — he would take the bass ;
and in three hours I should make of him a convert to my
political ideas."
"Indeed? Shall I mention that you wish to see
him?" " No, I believe not," said Sir Asillus ; " I am busy at
present." " At what — yawning?" -
"No, you fop! I am framing a national anthem for
the violin."
"Tune— the 'Exile's Return,' eh?"
" Base scoffer ! But what news ?"
" A great piece."
" What ?"
" I am too indolent to tell it."
" Come, Jacques — ^I 'm dying for news."
" I really couldn't. You have no idea how weakly I
am growing ; and as it deals in battle and blood, I can
not touch upon it."
" Ah ! that is the character of a man's friends. In the
sunshine all devotion ; in adversity  "
" And exile  -"
"AU hatred."
"Yery well," said Jacques, "I can afford to labor
under your injustice. You are systematically unjust.
But I just dropped in as I passed — and, my dear Sir
Asinus, there is a visitor coming. I shall intrude  "
"No; stay! stay!"
" Yery weU."
Sir Asinus laid down his violin ; and stretching him
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"I shouldn't be surprised if you had brought some
dun in your train. Decidedly you possess the gettatv/ra
— that faculty called the Evil Eye."
The step ascended.
'* Who is it — ^whose heavy step can that be ?" said
Sir Asinus, rising ; " it is not Randolph : it might be
yours coming from Belle-bouche's  "
Sir Asinus caught sight of a large cocked hat rising
from beneath, foUowed by a substantial person.
" O Heaven !" he cried, " it 's Doctor SmaU ! The
door^ — the door !"
" Too late !" said Jacques, laughing ; " ttie Doctor will
find the stairs suddenly darkened if you close the door ;
and then he will know you are not absent, only play
ing him a trick !"
"True! true!" cried Sir Asinus in despair; "where
shall I go ? I am lost !"
" The refuge of comedy-characters is left," said Jacques
— " the closet !"
" You will betray me !"
' " No, no," sighed Jacques reproachfully ; " bad as
you are, Sir Asinus  "
But the worthy knight had disappeared in the closet,
and Jacques was silent.
The cocked hat, as we have said, was succeeded by a
pair of shoulders ; the shoulders now appeared joined to
a good portly body ; and lastly, the well-clad legs of
worthy Doctor Small appeared ; and passing along the
passage, he entered the room.
" Good morning, my young friend," he said poUtely ;
" a very beautiful day."
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122 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
"Exceedingly beautiful. Doctor," said Jacques sadly ;
" and I was just thinking how pleasant my ride would
be. Did you pass our friend going out ?"
" No ; I was anxious to see him."
"He was in the room a few minutes since," said
Jacques ; " what a pity that you missed him."
" I regret it ; for this is, I think, the third time I have
attempted to find him. He is a wild young man — a
very wild young man," said the Doctor, shaking his
head. " Yes, yes," sighed Jacques, imitating the Doctor's
gesture ; " I ain sometimes anxious about him."
And Jacques sighed and touched his forehead.
" Here, you know, Doctor."
"Ah?" asked the Doctor, wiping his face with a silk
handkerchief, and leaning on his stick.
" Yes, sir ; he has betrayed unmistakable evidences
of lunacy of late."
The closet door creaked.
" It 's astonishing how many rats there are in this
place," said Jacques ; " that closet seems to be their
head-quarters." " Indeed ?" said the Doctor ; " but you surprise me
by saying that Thomas has a tendency to insanity. I
thought his one of the justest and most brilUant minds
in college. Idle, yes, very "idle, and procrastinating ;
but stUl he is no common young man."
The closet murmured : there was no ground for charg
ing the rats with this ; so Jacques observed that " the
winds here were astonishing — they were stirring when
aU else was still."
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" Affair of Tom's lunacy, sir ?"
The Doctor nodded with a benevolent smile, and re
stored his handkerchief to the pocket of his long, heavy,
flapped coat.
" Why, sir," said Jacques, " there is a very beautiful
young lady in the immediate vicinity of town, who has
smiled on Tom perhaps as many as three times; and
would you believe it, sir, the' infatuated youth thinks she
is in love with him."
"Ah! ah!" smiled the Doctor; "a mere youthful
folly." "She cares not one pinch of snuff for him," said.
Jacques, " and he believes that she is dying for him."
The Doctor smiled again.
" Oh," he said, shaking his head, " I fear your charge
of lunacy will not stand upon such ground as that.
'T is a trifle."
" I do not charge him with it," said Jacques gener
ously ; " Heaven forbid ! I always endeavor to conceal
it, and never allude to it in his presence. But I thought
it my duty. You know, sir, there are a ¦ number of
things which may be told to one's friends which should
not be alluded to in their presence."
" Yes, yes — of this description : it would be cruel ;
but you are certainly mistaken."
" I hope so, sir ; but I consider it my duty further to
inform you that I fear Tom is following evil courses."
" Evil courses ?"
"Yes, sir!"
The door creaked terribly.
" You pain me," said the Doctor ; " to what do you
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" Ah, sir, it is terrible 1"
" How ? But observe, I do not ask you to speak, sir.
If it be your pleasure, very well, and I trust what I shall
do wUl be for Thomas's good. But I do not invite your
information." " It is my duty to tell, sir ; and I must speak."
With which words Jacques paused a moment, enjoy
ing the dreadful suspense 'of the concealed gentleman,
who seemed about to verify the proverb that listeners
never hear any good of themselves. The closet groaned.
" I refer to poUtical courses," said Jacques, " and I
have heard Tom speak repeatedly lately of going to
Europe." " To Europe ?"
" Yes, sir ; in his yacht, armed and prepared."
" Prepared for what ?"
" That I do n't know, sir ; but you may judge your
self It seems to me that the arms on board his yacht,
the ' Rebecca,' might very well be used to murder his
most gracious Majesty George HI., or the great Grenville
Townsend, or other friends of constitutional Uberty."
The Doctor absolutely laughed.
" Why, you are too suspicious," he said, " and I ean
not believe Thomas is so bad. He has adopted many of
the new ideas, and may go gi'eat lengths ; but assassina
tion — ^that is too absurd. Excuse my plain speaking,"
said the worthy Doctor, rising ; " and pardon my leaving
you, my young friend. I have some calls to make, and
especially to go and see the young gentlemen who came
near flghting a duel yesterday. Wliat a terribly wild
set of youths ! Ah ! they give me much trouble, and
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I am sorry I did not see Thomas ; please say that I
called to speak with him — ^he is wrong to hold out
against the authorities thus. Good day — good day !"
And the worthy Doctor, who had uttered these sen
tences while he was putting on his hat and grasping his
stick, issued from the door and descended.
Jacques put on his hat and followed him — ^possibly
from a desire to escape the thanks and blessings of Sir
Asinus. In vain did the noble knight charge him, sotto voce,
from the closet with perfidy and fear ; Jacques was not
to be turned back. He issued forth and mounted his
horse. Sir Asinus appeared at the window like an avenging
demon. " Oh ! you vUlain !" he cried,- first assuring himself
that Dr. Small had disappeared ; " I wiU revenge my
self!" " Ah ?" said Jacques, settling himself in the saddle
and smiUng languidly.
" Yes ; you 're afraid to remain."
" No, no," remonstrated Jacques.
" You are, sir ! I challenge you to return ; you have
basely maligned my character. And that duel ! You
have not condescended to open your mouth upon that
great event of the day, knowing as you did, aU the time,
that circumstances render it necessary that I should re
main in retirement !"
" Didn't I mention the duel?" sighed Jacques, gather
ing up his reins and looking with languid interest at
the martingale.
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126 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON.
"Ah, really— did I not?"
"No. Come now, Jacques! tell me how it was,"
said Sir Asinus in a coaxing tone, " and I '11 forgive all ;
for I 'm dying of curiosity."
" I would with pleasure," said Jacques, " but imfor-
tunately I have n't time."
"Time? You have lots !"
" No, no — she expects me, you know."-
"Who— not  ?"
" Yes, BeUe-bouche. Take care of yourself, my dear
knight," said Jacques with friendly interest ; " good-
by." And touching his horse with the spurs, he went on,
pursued by the maledictions of Sir Asinus. He had
cause. Jacques had charged him -with lunacy ; said
he designed assassinating the King ; kept from him the
very names of the combatants ; and was going to see his
sweetheart !

CHAPTER XYII.
COE-YDON GOES A-OOUETING.
HAYE you never, friendly reader, on some bright
May morning, when the air is soft and warm, the
sky deep azure, and the whole universe filled to the
brim with that gay spirit of youth which spring infuses
into this the month of flowers, as wine is squeezed from
the ripe bunch of grapes into the goblet of Bohemian
glass, all red and blue and emerald — at such times
have you never suffered the imagination to go forth,
imfettered by reality, to flnd in the bright scenes which
it creates, a world more sunny, flgures more attractive
than the actual universe, the real forms around you?
Have you never tried to fiU your heart -with dreams,
to close your vision to the present, and to bathe your
weary forehead in those golden waters flowing from the
dreamland of the past ? The Spanish verses say the old
times were the ^est ; and we may assert traly that they
are for us at least the best — ^for reverie.
This reverie may be languid, luxurious, and lapped in
down — enveloped in a perfume weighing down the very
senses, and obliterating by its drowsy influence every
sentiment but languid pleasure ; or it may be fiery and
heroic, eloquent of war and shocks, sounding of beaute
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128 THE YOUTH OP JEFPEESON ; OE,
there is something different from both of these moods —
the one languid and the other fiery.
There is the neutral ground of fancy properly so
called : a land which we enter with closed eyes and
smiling lips, a country full of fruits and flowers — finiits
of that deUcious flavor of the Hesperides, sweet flowers
odorous as the breezy blossoms which adorn the moun
tains. Advance into that brilliant country, and you draw
in life at every pore — a thousand merry figures come
to meet you : maidens clad in the gay costumes of the
elder time, all fluttering with ribbons, rosy cheeks and
lips ! — maidens who smile, and with their taper fingers
point at those who follow them ; gay shepherds, gallant in
silk stockings and embroidered doublets, carrying their
crooks wreathed roimd with fioweres ; while over all,
the sun laughs gladly, and the breezes bear away the
merry voices, sprinkling on the air the joyous music
bom of lightness and gay-heartedness.
All the old manners, dead and gone with dear grand
mother's youth, are fresh again ; and myriads of chil
dren trip along on red-heeled shoes, and agitate the
large rosettes, and glittering ribbons, and bright
•wreaths of fiowers which deck them out Uke tender
heralds of the spring. And with them mingle all those
maidens holding picture-decorated fans with which they
fiirt — this is the derivation of our modern word — and
the gay gallants with their never-ending compliments
and smiles. And so the pageant sweeps along with
music, joy, and laughter, to the undiscovered land,
hidden in mist, and entered by the gateway of oblivion.
You see all this in reverie, gentle reader — ^build your
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with figures — ^graceful and grotesque as those 'old high-
backed carven chairs — slender and deUcate as the chis
elled wave which -breaks in foam against the cornice.
And then you wake, and find the flowers pressed in the
old volume called the Past, all dry — your castle only
a castle of your dreams. Poor castle made of cards,
which a child's flnger flllips down, or, like the frost pal
ace on the -window pane, faints and fails at a breath !
Your reverie is over : nothing bright can last, not
even dreams ; and so your figures are aU gone, your
fairy realm obUterated — ^nothing lives but the recollec
tion of a shadow !
The reader is requested to identify our melancholy
lover Jacques with the foregoing sentences; and- for
give him in consideration of his unfortunate condition.
Lovers, as every body knows, Uve dream-lives ; and what
we have written is not an inaccurate hint of what passed
through the heart of Jacques as he went on beneath
peach and cherry blossoms to his love.
Poor Jacques was falling more deeply in love with
every passing day. That fate which seemed to deny
him incessantly an opportunity to hear Belle-bouche's
reply to his suit, had only inflamed his love. He uttered
mournful sighs, and looked -with melancholy pleasure
at the thrushes who skipped nimbly through the boughs,
and did their musical wooing- under the great azure can
opy. His arms hung down, his eyes were very dreamy,
his lips were -wreathed into a faint wistful smile. Poor
Jacques !
As he drew near Shadynook, the sunshine seemecJ
growing every moment brighter, and the flowers ex
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130 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON; OE, '
burned in blue and shone along the braes, to use the
fine old Scottish word ; and over him the blossoms
shook and showered, and made the whole aii* heavy
¦with perfume. As he approached the gate, set in the
low flowery fence, Jacques sighed and smiled. Daph-
nis was near his Daphne — Strephon would soon meet
Chloe. He tied his horse to a sublunary rack — ^not a thing of
fairy land and moonshine as he thought — and slowly
took his way, across the flower-enamelled la-wn, towards
the old smiUng mansion. Eager, longing, dreaming,
Jacques held out his arms and listened for her voice.
He heard instead an in-risible voice, which he soon,
however, made out as belonging to an Ethiopian lady of
the bedchamber ; and this voice said :
" Miss Becca's done gone out, sir !"
And Jacques felt • suddenly as if the sunshine all
around had faded, and thick darkness followed. All the
Ught and joy of smiling Shadynook was gone — she was
not there !
" Where was she ?"
" She and Mistiss went dut for a walk, sir — do-wn to
the quarters through the grove."
Jacques brightened up Uke a flne dawn. The acci
dent might turn to his advantage: he might see Mrs.
Wimple safely home, then he and BeUe-bouche would
prolong their walk ; and then she would be compelled
to listen to him ; and then — and then — Jacques had
arranged the whole in his mind by the time he had
reached the ^ove.
He was going along reflecting upon the hidden signi
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Jacques was a poet, and more still, a poet in love —
when a stifled laugh attracted his attention, and raising
his head, he directed his dreamy glances in the direction
of the sound.
He saw BeUe-bouche ! — ^BeUe-bouche sitting under a
flowering cherry tree, upon the brink of a little stream
which, crossed by a wide single log, purled on through
sun and shadow.
BeUe-bouche was clad, as usual, with elegant simpU
city, and her fair hair resembled gold in the vagrant
gleams of sunlight which stole through the boughs,
drooping their odorous blossoms over her, and scat
tering the delicate rosy-snow leaves on the book she
held. That book was a volume of Scotch songs, and against
the rough back the Uttle hand of BeUe-bouche resem
bled a snow-flake.
Jacques caught his breath, and bowed and fell, so to
speak, beside her.
" You came near walking into the brook," said BeUe-
bouche, with her languishing smile ; " what, pray, were
you thinking of?"
" Of you," sighed Jacques.
The little beauty blushed.
" Oh, then your time was thrown away," she said ;
" you should not busy yourself with so idle a person
age." " Ah !" sighed Jacques, " hoW can I^help it?"
" What a lovely day !" said BeUe-bouche, in order to
divert the conversation. "Aunt and myself thought
we 'd come down to the quarters and see the sick. I
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132 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON; OE,
on to see about some spinning, and I came here to
look over this book of songs, which I have just got
from London."
" Songs ?" said Jacques, with deep interest, and bend
ing down until his lips nearly totiched the little hand ;
"songs, eh?"
" Scottish songs," laughed BeUe-bouche ; " and when
you came I was reading this one, which seems to be the
chronicle of a very unfortunate gentleman."
With which words Belle-Bouche, laughing gaily,
read: " Now Jockey was a bonny lad
As e'er was born in Scotland fair ;
But now, poor man, he 's e'en gone woad,
Since Jenny has gart him despair.
" Young Jockey was a piper's son.
And fell in love when he was young ;
But a' the spring that he could play
'Was o'er the hills and far away !"
And ending, BeUe-bouche handed the book, with
a merry little glance, to Jacques, who sighed pro
foundly " Yes, yes !" he murmured, " I believe you are right
. — true, it is about a very unfortunate shepherd — all
lovers are unfortunate. These seem to be pretty songs
— ^very pretty."
And he disconsolately turned over the leaves ; then
stopped and began reading.
" Here is one more cheerful," he said ; " suppose I
read it, my dear Miss BeUe-bouche."
And he read :

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" 'T^as when the sun had left the west,
And starnies twinkled dearie, 0,
I hied to her I lo'e the best,
My blithesome, winsome dearie, 0.
" Her cherry lip, her e'e sae blue.
Her dimplin' cheek sae bonnie, 0,
An' 'boon them a' her heart sae true,
Hae won me mair than ony, 0."
" Pretty, is n't it ?" sighed Jacques ; " but here is an
other verse : " Yestreen we met beside the birk,
A-down ayont the burnie, O,
An' wan'er't till the auld gray kirk
A stap put to our journie, O. ,
" Ah, lassie, there it stans ! quo' I  "
With which words Jacques shut the book, and threw
upon BeUe-bouche a glance which made that young
lady color to the roots of her hair.
" I think we had better go," murmured BeUe-bouche,
rising ; " I have to flx for the ball  "
"Not before  !"
"No, not before Tuesday, I believe," said BeUe-
bouche ; " I am glad they changed it from Monday."
Jacques drew back, sighing ; but returning to the at
tack, said in an expiring voice :
" What will my Flora wear — ^lace and flowers ?"
"Who is she?" said BeUe-bouche, putting on her
light chip hat and tying the ribbon beneath her dim
pled chin.
Poor Jacques was for a moment so completely ab
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134 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON ; OE,
" Who is Flora ! — can you ask?" he stammered.
" Oh, yes !" said BeUe-bouche, blushing ; " you mean
Philippa, do you not ? But I can't tell you what she
will wear. She has returned home. Let us go back
through the orchard."
And BeUe-bouche, with that exquisite grace which
characterized her, crossed the log and stood upon the
opposite bank of the brook, looking coquettishly over
her shoulder at the melancholy Jacques, who was so ab
sorbed in gazing after her that he had scarcely presence
of mind enough to follow.
" What a lovely day ; a real lover's day !" he said,
with a sigh, when he had joined her, and they were
walking on.
" Delightful," said BeUe-bouche, smelling a violet.
"And the blossoms, you know," observed Jacques
disconsolately. " DeUcious !"
" To say nothing of the birds," continued Jacques,
sighing. " I believe the birds know the twentieth of
May is coming."
"Why — what takes place upon the twentieth?" said
BeUe-bouche, with a faint smile.
"That is the day for lovers, and I observed a number
of birds making love as I came along," sighed Jacques.
" I only wish they 'd teach me how."
BeUe-bouche turned away, blushing.
" On the twentieth of May," continued Jacques, en
veloping the fascinating countenance of BeUe-bouche
with his melancholy glance, " the old lovers in Arcadia
— the Strephons, Chloes, Corydons, Daphnes, and Nar
cissuses — always made love and married on that day."

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" Then," said BeUe-bouche, faintly smiling, " they did
every thing very quickly."
" In a great hurry, eh ?" said Jacques, sighing.
" Yes, sir:"
" Do not call me sir, my dearest Miss BeUe-bouche —
it sounds so formal and unpoetical."
" What then shall I call you ?" laughed BeUe-bouche,
with a slight tremor in her voice.
" Strephon, or Corydon, or Daphnis," said Jacques ;.
" for you are Phillip, you' know."
BeUe-bouche turned the color of a peony, and said
faintly :
" I thought my name was Chloe the other day."
" Yes," said the ready Jacques, " but that was when
my own name was Corydon."
" Corydon ?"
" Yes, yes," sighed Jacques, " the victim of the lovely
Chloe's beauty in the old days of Arcady."
BeUe-bouche made no reply.
"Ah!" sighed Jacques, "if you would only make
that old tradition true— if  "
" Oh !" said BeUe-bouche, looking another way, "just
listen tb that mocking-bird I"
" If love far greater than the love of Corydon — devo
tion  "
" I could dance a reel to it," said BeUe-bouche, blush
ing ; " and we shall have some reels, I hope, at the ball.
Oh ! I expect a great deal of pleasure."
"And I," said Jacques, sadly, " for I escort you."
"Then you have not forgotten your promise?"
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136 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON.
"And you reaUy will take charge of me?" said BeUe-
bouche, -with a delightful expression of doubt.
" Take charge of you ?" cried Jacques, overwhelmed
and drowned in love ; " take charge of you ! Oh BeUe-
bouche ! dearest BeUe-bouche ! — ^you are kilUng me !
Oh ! let me take charge of your life — see Corydon here
at your feet, the fondest, most devoted  "
"Becca! -will you never hear me?" cried the voice of
Aunt Wimple ; " here I am toiling after you till I am
out of breath — for Heaven's sake, stop !"
And smiUng, red in the face, panting Aunt Wimple
drew near and bowed pleasantly to Jacques, who only
groaned, and murmured :
" One more chance gone — ah !"
As for BeUe-bouche, she was blushing Uke a rose.
She uttered not one word until they reached the house.
Then she said, tuming round with a smile and a blush :
" Indeed, you must excuse me !"
Poor Jacques sighed. He saw her leave him, taking
away the li^t and joy of his existence. He slowly went
away ; and aU the way back to town he felt as if he was
not a real man on horseback, rather a dream mounted
upon a cloud, and both asleep. Poor Jacques !

CHAPTER XYIII.

GOING TO EOSELAND.

AS the unfortunate lover entered Williamsburg, his
hands hanging down, his eyes dreamy and flxed
with hostile intentness on vacancy, his shoulders droop
ing and swaying from side to side like those of a drunken
man, — ^he saw pass before him, rattling and joyous, a
brilliant equipage, which, Uke a sleigh covered with
bells, seemed to leave in its wake a long jocund peal
of merriment and laughter.
In this vehicle, which mortals were then accustomed to
call, and indeed call still, a curricle, sat two young men
who were conversing ; and as the melancholy Jacques
passed on his way, the younger student — for such he was
— said, laughing, to his companion :
" Look, Ernest, there is a man in love !"
Mowbray raised his head, and seeing Jacques, smiled
sadly and thoughtluUy ; then his breast moved, and a
profound sigh issued from his lips : he made no reply.
" Why !" cried Hofijand, " you have just been guilty,
Ernest, of a ceremony which, none but a woman should
perform. What a sigh !"
Mowbray turned away his head.
" I was only thinking," he said calmly.
"Thinking of what?"
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138 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON ; OE,
" I see that you think one thing," said Hoffland, with
a mischievous twinkle in his eye ; " to wit, that 1 am
very prying."
" No ; but my thoughts would not interest you,
Charles," said Mowbray.
And a sigh still more profound agitated his lips and
breast. " Suppose you try me," his companion said ; " speak
ing generally, your thoughts do interest me."
"Well, I was thinking of a woman," said Mow
bray. " A woman ! Oh ! then your time, in your own
opinion at least, was thrown away."
"Worse," said Mowbray gloomily ; " worse by far."
" How ?"
" It is useless, Charles, to touch upon the subject ; let
it rest." " No ; I wish you to tell me, if I am not intrusive,
what woman you were at the moment honoring with a
sigh." Mowbray raised his head calmly, and yielding Uke aU
lovers to the temptation to pour into the bosom of his
friend those troubled thoughts which oppressed his heart,
said to his companion :
" The woman we were speaking of the other day."
" You have not told me her name," said Hoffland.
" It is useless."
" Why ?"
J " Because she is lost to me,"
"Lost?""For ever."
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Hoffland placed a hand upon his arm,' and said :
" Upon what grounds do you base your opinion that
she is lost to you ?"
" It is not an opinion ; I know it too well."
" If you were mistaken ?"
" Mistaken !" said Mowbray ; " mistaken ! You think
I am mistaken ? Then you know nothing of what took
place at our last inter-view ; or you did not listen rather
— ^for if my memory does not deceive me, I told you
aU." " I did listen."
" And you now doubt that she is lost to me ?"
" Seriously."
" Charles, you are either the most inexperienced or
the most desperately hopeful character that has ever
been created."
" I am neither," said Hoffland smiling. " I am ration
al, and I know what I say."
Mowbray suppressed an impatient gesture, and said :
" Did I not teU you that she made me the butt for her
wit and sarcasm  "
"Are you sure?"
" Yes ; and more ! She scoffed at me, as a mere for
tune-hunter, and gave me the most ironical advice  "
" You are convinced it was ironical ?"
" Convinced ? Have I eyes-^have I ears ? Truly, if
I had failed to be convinced, I should have verifled the
scriptural saying of those who have eyes and see not —
who have ears and do not hear."
" Are the eyes always true ?" said Hoffland, smiling.
" No : you have not succeeded, nevertheless, in show
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140 THE YOUTH op JEFFEESON; OE,
" Are the ears invariably just?"
" For Heaven's sake, cease worrying me with general
propositions !" said Mowbray.
Then, seeing that his companion was hurt by his irri
tated tone, he added :
" Forgive me, Charles ! I lose my equanimity upon
this subject ; let us dismiss it."
"Yery well," said Hoffland, smiUng mischievously,;
" but remember what I now say, Ernest, and remember
-well. The eyes are deceptive — the ears worse than de
ceptive. You truly have eyes and see not, ears and hear
not! I think it highly probable that your lady-love,
who is an excellent-hearted girl, I am convinced, in
tended merely to apply a last test; and if you have
bounded like an impulsive horse under the spm*, and
tossed from her, the blame .does not rest with her. And
remember this too, Ernest," Hoffland went on sadly ; for
one of the strange peculiarities of this young man was
his habit of abrupt transition from merriment to sadness,
from smiles to sighs ; " remember, Ernest, that your de
termination to see her no more has probably inflicted on
this young girl's heart a cruel pang : you cannot know
that she is not now shedding bitter tears at the result of
her trial of your feelings ! Oh ! remember that it is not
the poor and afflicted only who weep — ^it is the rich and
joyous also ; and the hottest tears are often shed by the
eyes which seem made to dispense smiles alone !"
Mowbray listened to the eamest voice in silence. A
long pause followed, neither looking at the other ; then
Mowbray said :
" You deceive yourself, Charles, if you imagine that
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thought upon myself I was to her only a passing
shadow — another^ name to add to her long list of cap
tives. Well! I gave her the sincere love of an honest
heart, such a love as no woman has the right to spurn.
She did spurn it. Well ! I am not a child to sob and
moan, and go and beg her on my knees to love me — ^no !
I love her more than ever, Charles ; all my boasting was
mere boasting and untrue — I love her stUl — but that
love she shall never know ! I will shut it up in my
heart, and it shall not issue forth but with my life. I
love her ! but I will never place myself in the dust be
fore a woman who has scorned me. Silence and self-
control I have, and these will sustain me."
" Oh, Ernest ! Ernest !"
"You seem strangely moved by my words," said
Mowbray ; " but you should not fancy my love so fatal.
It is a delirium at times, but Heaven be thanked, it can
not drive me mad. Now let us stop speaking of these
things. When I think of that young girl, all my calm
ness leaves me. Oh, she was so frank and true a soul, I
thought ! — so sincere and bold ! — so lovely, and with such
a strength of heart ! I was deceived. Well, well — it
seems to be the fate of men, to flnd the ideal of their
hearts unworthy. Let us speak of it no further."
And suppressing his emotion by a violent effort, Mow
bray added in a voice perfectly calm and collected :
" There is our cottage, Qharles — Roseland ; and I see
Lucy waiting for us under the roses on the porch — she
always looks for me, I believe."

CHAPTER XIX.
HOFFLAND EXEETS HIMSELF TO AMUSE THE COMPANY.
LUCY was a young girl of nineteen or twenty, with
the brightest face, the most sparkling 'eyes, and the
merriest voice which ever adorned woman entering her
prime. Her laughter was contagious, and the listener
must perforce laugh in unison. Her face drove away
gloom, as the sun does ; her smile was pure merriment,
routing all cares ; and Mowbray's sad coxmtenance be
came again serene, his lips smiled.
Lucy bowed demurely to the boy, who held out his
hahd laughing.
" Oh ! Ernest and myself are swom friends," he said ;
" and the fact is. Miss Lucy, I had serious doubts whe
ther I should not kiss you — ^I love you so much — ^for
Ernest's sake !"
And Hoffland pursed up his lips, prepared for all
things. Lucy was so completely overcome by laughter at this
extraordinary speech, that for a moment she remained
perfectly silent, shaking with merriment.
Hoffland conceived the design to take advantage of
this astonishment, and modestly " held up his mouth,"
as children say. The consequence was that Miss Lucy
extricated her hand from his grasp, and drew back with
some hauteur ; whereupon Hoffland assumed an expres
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that Mowbray, who had witnessed this strange scene,
could not suppress a smile.
" I might as well tell you frankly at once, Lucy," he
said, " that Charles is the oddest person, and I think the
most perfect boy, at times, I have ever known."
" I a boy !" cried Hoffland ; " I am no such thing ! —
am I, Lucy — Miss Lucy, I mean, of course ? I am not so
young as all that, and I see nothing so strange in want
ing a kiss. But I won't misbehave any more ; come
now, see !"
And drawing himself up with a delightful expression
of dignifled courtesy, Hoffland said, solemnly offering
his arm to Lucy :
" Shall I have the honor. Miss Mowbray, of escorting
you into the garden for the .purpose of gathering some
roses to deck your queenly brow ?"
Lucy would have refused ; but overcome with laugh
ter, and unable to resist the ludicrous solemnity of Hoff.
land's voice and manner, she placed her finger on his
arm, and they walked into the garden.
Roseland was a deUghtful little cottage, full of fiowers,
and redolent of spring. It fronted south, and seemed to
be the favorite of the sun, which shone through its vine-
embowered windows and lit up its drooping eaves, as it
nowhere else did.
A Uttle passage led quite through the house, and by
this passage Hoffland and his fair companion entered
the garden.
Mowbray sat down and examined some papers which
he took from his pocket ; then trained a flowering
vine from the window-sill to a nail in the wall without,
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144 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON; OE,
self that Hoffland was his guest, turned to go into the
garden. As he did so, he caught sight of a horseman approach
ing the cottage; and soon this horseman drew near
enough to be recognised. It was Mr. John Denis, whose
admiration for Miss Lucy Mowbray our readers have
possibly divined from former pages of this true history.
Mr. Denis dismounted and entered the grounds of the
cottage, sending before him a friendly smile. Denis was
one of those honest, worthy fellows, who are as single-
minded as children, and in whose eyes aU men and
things are just what they seem : hypocrisy he could
never understand, and it was almost as difficult for the
worthy young man to comprehend irony. We have seen
an exemplification of this in his affair with Hoffland ; and
if our narrative permitted it, we might,~ by following
him through his after life, find many more instances of
the same singleness of heart and understanding.
Denis was very tasteftiUy dressed, and his face was, as
we have said, full of smiles. He held out his hand to
Mowbray with honest warmth, and they entered the
cottage. The reader may imagine that Denis inquired as to the
whereabouts of Miss Lucy — ^his wandering glances not
having fallen upon that young lady. Not at all. For
did ever lover introduce the subject of his lady-love?
When we are young, and in love, do we go to visit Dul
cinea or her brother Tom ? Is not that agreeable young
gentleman the sole attraction which draws us ; do we
not ride a dozen miles for his sake, and has Dulcinea any
thing to do with the rapturous delight we experience in
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August ? Of course not ; and Denis did not allude in
the remotest manner to Lucy. On the contrary, he be
came the actor which love makes of the truest men, and
said, with careless ease :
" A lovely evening for a ride."
" Yes," said Mowbray, driving away his sad thoughts ;
" why did n't you come with us. Jack ?"
" With you ?"
" Myself and Hoffland."
" Hoffland !"
" Yes ; what surprises you ?"
"Is Hoffland here?'
Mowbray nodded.
Denis looked round ; and then his puzzled glance re
turned to the face of his friend.
" I do not see him," he said. *
"He went into the garden just now," explained Mow
bray. Denis would have given thousands to be able to say,
" Where is Lucy ?" It was utterly impossible, however.
Instead of doing so, he asked :
" You came in a buggy ?"
" Yes," said Mowbray.
" Is Hoffland agreeable — ^I mean a pleasant fellow ?"
"I think so: rather given to jesting — and I suppose
this was the origin of your unhappy difficiUty. Most
quarrels spring from jests."
" True. I believe he was jesting ; in fact I know it,"
said poor Jack Denis, wiping his brow and trying to
plunge his glance into the depths of the garden, where
Lucy and Hoffland were no doubt walking. " Still,
Ernest, I could not have acted differently; and yo-p
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146 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON; OE,
would be the first person to agree with me, were I to tell
you the subject of his jests.".
And Denis fro-wned.
"What was it?" said Mowbray. " Hoffland refused
point-blank to teU me, and I am perfectly ignorant of
the whole affair."
Denis hesitated. Was it fair and honest to prejudice
Mowbray against the boy ? but on the contrary, was not
the whole affair now explained as a simple jest, and
would there be harm in telling what the young student
had said to provoke him? The young man hesitated,
and said :
" I do n't know — ^it was a mere jest ; there is no use in
opening the subject again  "
" Ah, Jack !" said Mowbray, " I see' that I am to Uve
and die in ignorance, for I repeat that Hoffland would
not teU me. With all the carelessness of a chU(^ he
seems to possess the reserve of a politician or a woman."
" A strange character, is he not ?" said Denis.
" Yes ; and yet he has won upon me powerfully."
" Your acquaintance is very short," said poor Denis,
his heart sinking at the thought of having so handsome
and graceful a rival as the boy.
" Yery," returned Mowbray ; " but he positively took
me by storm."
" And you like him ?"
" To be sincere — exceedingly."
" Why ?" muttered Denis.
" Really, I can scarcely say," replied his friend ; " but
he is a mere boy ; seems to be wholly without friends ;
and he has virtually yielded to me the guidance of all
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A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 147
Hoffland ; but that is just my weak side. Jack. When
any one comes to me and says, 'I am weak and inex
perienced, you are in a position to aid and assist me ; be
my friend ;' how can I refuse ?"
" And Hoffland  "
" Has done so ?- Yes."
" Humph !"
" Besides this, he is a mere boy ; and to speak frankly,
is so affectionate and winning in his demeanor toward
me, that I really have not the courage to repel his ad
vances. Strange young man ! at times I know not what
to think of him. He is alternately a chUd, a wcnnan,
and a matured man in character; but most often a
child." "Indeed?" said Denis, whose heart sunk at every
additional word uttered by Mowbray ; " how then did
he display such willingness to fight — and I will add,
such careless bravado ?"
"Because fighting was a mere word to him," said
Mowbray ; " I beUeve that he no more realized the fact
that you would direct the muzzle of a pistol toward his
breast, than that you would stab or poison him."
Denis wiped his brow.
" I did n't want to fight," he said ; " but I was obliged
to do something."
" Was the provocation gross ?"
" Yes."
" Pardon my question. I did not mean to return to
the subject, inasmuch as some reason for withholding the
particulars of the interview seems to exist in your
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148 THE YOUTH OF JEIFFEESON ; OE,
then, raising his head suddenly, he added with some
bitterness :
" Perhaps you may have your curiosity satisfied from
another source, Ernest. I see Mr. Hoffland approaching
the house with Miss Lucy — ^from the garden, there. No
doubt he will tell you."
In fact. Miss Lucy and Hoffland were sauntering in
from the garden in high glee. Lucy from time to time
burst into loud and merry laughter, clapping her hands,
and expressing great deUght at something which Hoff
land was communicating; and Hoffland was bending
down familiarly and whispering in her ear.
No sooner, however, had the promenaders caught
sight of Mowbray and Denis looking at them, than their
maimer suddenly changed. Hoffland drew back, and
raising his head with great dignity, solemnly offered his
arm to the young girl; and Lucy, choking do-wn her
merriment and puckering up her Ups to hide her laugh
ter, placed her little finger on the sleeve of her cavalier.
And so they approached the inmates of the cottage, with
quiet and graceful dignity, Uke noble lord and lady;
and entering, bowed ceremoniously, and sat down with
badly smothered laughter.
" Really," said Mowbray smiling, " you will permit
me to say, Charles, that you have a rare genius for mak
ing acquaintance suddenly : Lucy and yourself seem to
be excellent friends already."
And he looked kindly at the boy, who. smiled.
" Friends ?" said Hoffland ; "we are cousins !"
" Cousins ? Indeed !"
" Certainly, my dear feUow," said Hoffland, with a
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that my great-grandmother married the cousin of an
uncle of cousin Lucy's great-grandfather's wife's aunt ;
and moreover, that this aunt was the niece of my greats
uncle's first wife's husband. That makes it perfectly
plain — do n't it, Mr. Denis ? Take care how you diff'er
with me : cousin Luey understands it perfectly, and she
has a very clear head."
" Thank you, sir," said Lucy, laughing ; " a great
compliment." "Not at all," said Hoffland; "some women have a
great deal of sense — or at least a good deal."
" Indeed, sir !"
" Yes ; but it is not their' faiUng generally. I have
taken up that impression of you, cousin Lucy, from our
general conversation ; not from your ability to compre
hend so simple a genealo^eai table as that of our rela
tionship." " Upon my word, I do n't understand it," said Mow
bray, smiling.
" Is it possible, Ernest ? Listen again, then. My great-
grandfether — recollect him, now — married the uncle of
a cousin — observe, the uncle of a cousin  "
" Whatl your great-grandfather married the uMcle of
somebody's cousin ? Is it possible ?"
"Now you are laughing at me," said Hoffland, pout
ing ; " what if I did get it a Uttle wrong ? I meant that
my great-grandmother married the un«le of a cousin of
cousin Lucy's wife's great-grandfather's aunt — who  "
" Lucy's wife is then involved, is she, Charles I" asked
Mowbray; " but go on."
" No, I won't !" said Hoffland ; " you are just trying
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150 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON; OE,
more : but cousin Lucy understands ; do n't you. Miss
Lucy?" " Quite enough to understand that we occupy a closer
relationship than we seem to," said Lucy, threatening to
burst into laughter.
Hoffland gave her a warning glance ; and then assum
ing a poUte and graceful smile, asked :
" Pray, what were you and Mr. Denis talking of, my
dear Ernest? Come, tell a fellow !"
Lucy turned away and covered her face, which was
crimson with laughter.
" We were speaking of the quarrel which we were un
fortunate enough to have, sir," said poor Denis coldly ;
" and I referred Mr. Mowbray to you for an account of
it." " To me ?" said Hoffland smiling ; " why not teU him
yourself?" " I did not fancy it, sir."
" Why, in the world ?"
" Come ! 'come !" said Mowbray smUing, and wishing
to nip the new altercation in the bud; "don't let us
talk any more about it. It is aU ended now, and I do n't
care to know  "
"Why, there's nothing to conceal," said Hoffland,
laughing. Denis colored.
" I '11 tell you in an instant," laughed the boy.
Lucy turned toward him ; and Denis looked out of
the window.
" We were talking of women first," continued Hoff
land ; " a subject, cousin Lucy, which we men discuss
much oftener than you ladies imagine  "

A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. 151
"Indeed!" said Lucy, nearly choking with laughter.
" Yes," continued the boy ; " and after agreeing
that Miss Theorem the mathematician was charming;
Miss Quartz the geologist lovely ; that Miss Affectation
was very piquajnte, and Mrs. Youngwidow exceedingly
fine-looking in her mom-ning ; after having amicably
interchanged our ideas on these topics, we came to dis
cuss the celebrated lunar theory."
" What is that ?" asked Lucy.
" Simply the question, what the moon is made of."
"Indeed?"" Certainly. Mr. Denis took the common and errone
ous vicM' familiar to scientific men ; I, on the contrary,
supported the green-cheese view of the question ; and
this was the real cause of our quarrel. I am sure Mr.
Denis and myself are the most excellent friends now,"
said Hoffland, tuming with a smile towards Denis;
" and we will never quarrel any more."
A pause of some moments followed this ridiculous ex
planation ; and this pause was first broken by Miss Lucy,
who burst into the most unladylike laughter, and indeed
shook from head to foot in the excess of her mirth.
Mowbray looked with an amazed and puzzled air at
Hoffland, and Denis did not know what to say or how to
look. Lucy, after laughing uninterruptedly for nearly five
minutes, suddenly remembered the indecorum of this
strange exhibition ; so, drying her eyes, and assuming a
demure and business-like air, she took a small basket of
keys, and apologizing for.her departure, went to attend
to supper. Before leaving the room, however, she glad
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152 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON.
this smile was so perfect a balm to the wounded feelings
of the worthy fellow, that his discontent and ill-humor
disappeared completely, and he was almost ready to give
his hand to his rival, Hoffland. The same arrow had
mortally wounded Jacques and Denis.

CH.APTER XX.
AT EosELA^fn, m the evening.
SEATED on the vine-embowered porch of the cottage,
with the pleasant airs of evening blowing from the
flowers' their rich fragrant perfume, the inmates of Rose
land and thoir gnests passed the time in very pleasant
converse. From time to time Hoffland and Miss Lucy exchanged
confidential smiles, and on these occasions Mr. Jack
Denis, whose love-sharpened eyes lost nothing, felt very
unhappy. Indeed, throughout the whole evening this
gentleman displayed none of that alacrity of spirit which
usually characterized him ; his whole manner, conversa
tion, and demeanor betraying unmistakable indications
of jealous dissatisfaction.
Lucy had always been very kind and gentle to him
before ; and though her manner had not changed toward
hirn, still her evident preference for the society and con
versation of the student Hoffland caused him a bitter
pang. Denis sincerely loved the bright-faced young girl,
and no one who has not loved can comprehend tho sink
ing of the heart which preference for another occasions.
The last refinement of earthly torture is assuredly
jealousy — and Denis was beginning to suffer this tor
ture. More than once Lucy seemed to feel that she wat
causing her lover pain ; and then she would tum away
from Hoffland and gladden poor Denis -with one of her
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154 the youth op jeffeeson; oe,
brilliant smiles, and with some indifferent word, nothing
in itself, but full of meaning from its tone. Then Hoff
land would laugh quietly to himself, and touching the
young girl's arm, call her attention to some beauty in
the waning sunset, some quiet grace of the landscape ;
and Denis would sink again into gloom, and look at
Hoffland's handsome face and sigh.
Mowbray was reading in the little sitting-room, and
from time to time interchanged words with the party
through the window. Perhaps studyvng would be the
proper word ; for it was a profound work upon politics
which Ernest Mowbray, with his vigorous and acute in
tellect, was running through — grasping its strong points,
and throwing aside its fallacies. He needed occupation
of mind ; in study alone could he escape from the crowd
ing thoughts which steeped his brow in its habitual
shadow of melancholy. He had lost a great hope, as he
had told Hoffland ; and a man does not see the woman
whom he loves devotedly pass from him for ever without
a pang. He may be able to conceal his suffering, but
thenceforth he cannot be gay ; human nature can only
control the heart to a certain point ; we may be calm,
but the sunshine is all gone.
Thus the hours passed, with merry laughter from Hoff
land and Lucy, and very forced smUes on the part of
Denis. Mowbray observed his silence, and closing the
volume he was reading, came out and joined the talkers.
" What now ?" he said, with his cahn courtesy. " Ah,
you are speaking of the baU, Lucy?"
" Yes, Ernest ; and you knoVyou promised to take me."
" Did you ?" asked Hoffland ; " I am afraid this is only
a rase on cousin Lucy's part to get rid of me."

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" Are you not ashamed, sir, to charge me with un
truth ?" said Lucy, nearly bursting into laughter.
"Untruth!" cried Hoffland; "did any body ever!
Why, 't is the commonest thing in the world with your
charming sex, Miss Lucy, to indulge in these Uttle ruses.
There must be a real and a conventional code of morals ;
and I hope you do n't pretend to say, that if a lady sends
word that she is gone out when a visitor caUs, she is
guilty of deception ?"
" I think she is," said Lucy.
" Extraordinary doctrine !" cried Hoffland ; " and so
Ernest has really engaged to go -with you ?"
" Yes, sir ; it was my excuse to Mr. Denis, who very
kindly offered to be my escort."
And Lucy gave Jack Denis a little smile which ele
vated that gentleman into upper air.
" Well," said Hoffland, " I suppose then I am to go
and find somebody else — a forlorn young man going to
find a lady to take care of him. Come, Miss Lucy, can
not you recommend some one ?"
" Let me see," said Lucy, laughing gleefully ; " what
acquaintances have you ?"
" Yery few ; and I would not escort any of those sim
pering little damsels usually seen at assembUes."
" What description of damsel do you prefer ?" asked
Lucy, smiling.
"A fine, spirited, amusing young lady like yourself,"
said Hoffland ; " the merrier and more ridiculous the
better." "Ridiculous, indeed! WeU, sii-," said Lucy mis
chievously, " I think I have found the very one to suit
you."

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" Who is it, pray ?"
" Miss Philippa-

" Stop !" cried Hoffland. " I never could bear that
name. I am determined never to court, marry, or
even escort a Philippa. Dreadful name! And I
hope you won't mention this Miss Philippa Somebody
again !"
With which words Hoffland laughed.
"Yery well," said Lucy; "suppose you come and
amuse me at the ball — going thither alone ?"
" Oh ! myself and Mr. Denis will certainly pay our
respects to you, Miss Lucy. But do not expect me until
about twelve."
Lucy smiled, and said :
" Do you think the ball will be handsome, Ernest ?"
" I think so."
" WeU, now, I am going to enslave all heai'ts. I shall
wear my pink satin."
" Ah !" laughed Mowbray ; " that is very interesting
to myself and these gentlemen."
"WeU, sir," said Lucy, pretending tobe angry, "just
as you please ; but you are a very unfeeling brother.
Isn'the, Mr. Hoffland?"
" A most unreasonable person, and a disgrace to our
sex," said Hoffland. "To tell a young lady that the
manner in which she proposes appearing at a ball is un
interesting, sounds Uke Ernest."
Mowbray smiled; the pleasant banter of the boy
pleased him, and diverted his thoughts.
" But Ernest is not such a perfect ogre, Mr. Hoffland,"
said Lucy ; " are you, Ernest ? He is very kind, and is
going to spend aU day to-morrow with me."

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Mowbray shook his head,
" Now, brother !" said Lucy ; " you know you can."
Mowbray hesitated.
" Won't you ?"
" Well, yes, Lucy," said Mowbray, smiUng ; " I. can
refuse you nothing."
" Good !" cried Hoffland, with the sonorous voice of a
man-at-arms ; " when ladies once determine to have
their own way, it is nearly impossible to stop them ; is it
not, Mr. Denis ?"
" I will answer for Mr. Denis, and repel your assault,
sir," said Lucy, smiUng ; " I think that there is nothing
very wrong in what I ask, and why then should I not
have my way ?"
" Excellent !" cried Hoffland, with a well-satisfied ex
pression, and a glance of intelligence directed toward
Lucy. " I believe that we meu may study all our
Uves and break our heads with logic before we can
approach the acuteness of one of these ladies. Study
is nothing compared with natural instinct and genius !"
Denis rose -with a sigh.
"You remind me, Mr. Hoffland," he said, "that I
have a long chapter in Blackstoife to study ; and it is
already late."
" And I also have my studies," said Hoffland ; " I
think I will return with you, Mr. Denis."
" You came to stay, Charles ! You shall both stay,"
said Mowbray, " and I will give you Blackstone's  "
" No, really, Ernest," said Hoffland, with a business
air which made Luey l^ugh.
" And indeed I must retul-n," said Denis, sighing.
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pay a fashionable call. Why, Charles, you absolutely
promised to stay."
" Yes, but I have changed my mind," said the boy,
looking toward Lucy ; " and if Mr. Denis will ride with
me in your curricle, or whatever it is, you might ride
his horse in, in the morning."
" Yery well," said Mowbray.
" Willingly," said Denis.
" Then it is all arranged ; and I retum. Do n't press
me, Ernest, my good fellow. When duty calls, every
man must be at his post. I can't stay."
And Hoffland laughed.
In fifteen minutes the vehicle was brought round, and
the two young men rose.
Denis bowed with some constraint to Lucy ; but she
would not see this expression, and holding out her hand
bade him good-bye with a smile which lighted his path
all the way back to town.
Hoffland shook hands with Lucy too ; and a laughing
glance of free masonry passed between them.
Then, entering the vehicle, the two young men set
forth toward Williamsburg, over which a beautiful moon
was rising like a crimson cart-wheel. Emest Mowbray
stood for a moment on the porch of the cottage following
the receding vehicle with his eyes. At last it disap
peared — the sound of the wheels was no longer heard,
and Mowbray entered the cottage.
" Strange !" he murmured, " that memory still haunts
me. What folly !"
And pressing his Ups to Lucy's forehead, he retfred
to his study.

CHAPTER XXI.
DISGEACEPUL CONDUCT OP SIE ASINUS,
MOWBRAY was an early riser; and the morning
had not long looked upon the fresh fields, when he
was on his way to Williamsburg. With a hopeful
spirit, which banished peremptorily all those gloomy
thoughts which were accustomed to harass him, he
pressed on to commence his day of toil at the college.
As he entered Williamsburg, he came very near
being overturned by a gentleman who was leaving that
metropolitan city, at full gallop,
" Hey !" cried this gentleman, reining up ; " why, good
day, Mowbray !"
And Sir Asinus made a bow of grotesque respect.
" Whither away, my dear fellow — to that den of in
iquity, the grammar school, eh ?"
" Yes," said Mowbray, smiling ; " and you ?"
" I go to other fields and pastures new — to those Hes
perian gardens famed of old, and so forth. Come with
me!" " No, thank you. I suppose ygu are going to see a
lady?" " Precisely ; and now do you still refuse ?"
" Yes."
"You are an ungallant book- worm, a misogynist —
and that is the next thing to a conspirator. Leave your
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" Where are you going ?"
" To see Dulcinea."
"Who is she?"
" Her other name is AmarylUs."
"WeU, sing to her," said Mowbray; "for my part, I
am going to visit Plato, Justinian, Blackstone, whose
lectures are better than Yirgil's heroics, and Coke, who
is more learned, if not more agreeable, than any Hespe-
rians.. Farewell."
And Mowbray saluted Sir Asinus -with a smile, and
rode on. The knight returned his salute, and continued
his way in the opposite direction.
Now, as our history concems itself rather with Ama
ryllis than Plato or Coke, we shall permit Mowbray to
go on, and retracing our steps, follow Sir Asinus to his
destination. Sir Asinus on this moming is magnificent, and finds
the air very pleasant after his long imprisonment. He
inhales it joyously, and in thought, nay, often in words,
invokes confusion on the heads of proctors. He is in
full enjoyment of those three great rights for which he
has sacrificed so much — namely, life, liberty, and the
pursuit of happiness.
He is joyous, for he has stolen a march upon the
watchful guardians of the college ; he revels in the sen
timent of freedom ; and believes himself in pursuit of
that will o' the wisp called happiness.
He sings, as he goes onward on his hard-trotting
courser, the words of that song which we have heard him
sing before : " Hez I sire asne 1 car chantez
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and is not mortified when a donkey in the neighboring
meadow brays responsively.
He bends his steps toward Shadynook, where he ar
rives as the matlitinal, meal is smoking on the board ;
and this Sir Asinus partakes of with noble simplicity.
One would have imagined himself in presence of Socra
tes dining upon herbs, instead of Sir Asinus comforting
his inner man with ham and muffitns.
After breakfast. Aunt Wimple, that exceUent old lady
whose Ufe was completely filled by a round of domes
tic duties, banished her visitor to the sitting-room. To
make his exile more tolerable, however, she gave him
BeUe-bouche for a companion.
BeUe-bouche had never looked more beautiful, and
the tender simplicity of her languishing eyes almost
made the poetical Sir Asinus imagine himself in love.
He found himself endeavoring to recoUect whether he
had not been induced to pay this visit by the expectation
of beholding her ; but with that rigid trath which ever
characterized the operations of his great inteUect, was
compelled to come to the conclusion that the motive
causes of his visit were the hope of a good break
fast, and a morning lounge in country quarters, una-
larmed by the apprehension of invading deans and proc
tors. In a word, our friend Sir Asinus had coveted a cool
morning at pleasant Shadynook, in company with BeUe-
bouche or a novel ; and this had spurred him to such
extraordinary haste, not to mention the early rising.
" Ah !" said BeUe-bouche, as she sat down upon a sofa
in the cool pleasant apartment, whose open windows
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162 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON; OE,
air down with their fragrance, " what a lovely morning !
It is almost wrong to remain in the house."
" Let us go forth then, my dear Madam BeUe-bouche,"
said Sir Asinus.
" I see you retain that funny name for me," said the
young girl with a smile.
" Yes : it is beautiful, as all about Shadynook is — the
garden most of all — ^yourself excepted of course, madam."
"It was very adroitly done, that turn of the sentence,"
BeUe-bouche replied, smiling again pleasantly. " Let us
go into the garden, as you admire it so much,"
And she rose.
Sir Asinus hastened to offer his arm, and they entered
the beautiful garden, alive with fiowers.
Sir Asinus uttered a number of beautiful sentiments
on the subject of flowers and foUage, which we regret
our inability to report. After spending an hour or more
among the trees, they returned to the house.
Just as they entered, a gentleman was visible at the
gate — evidently a visitor. This gentleman had dismount
ed, and as he stood behind his horse arranging the mar
tingale, he was for the moment unrecognisable.
"Will you permit me to remain in the garden, my
dear Miss BeUe-bouche, until your visitor has departed?"
said Sir Asinus. "I find myself suddenly smitten with a
love of nature — and I would trouble you not to mention
the fact of my presence. It will be useless."
" Certainly I will not, sir," said BeUe-bouche.
And Sir Asinus, seeing the gentleman move, precipi
tately entered the garden, where he ignominiously con
cealed himself — ^having snatched up a volume of poems
to console him in his retirement.

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The visitor was Jacques.
He entered with his soft melancholy smile, and ap
proaching BeUe-bouche, pressed her hand to his lips,
" I am glad to see you so bright," he said ; " but you
always look blooming."
And he sat down and gazed around sadly.
Perhaps Jacques had never before so closely resem
bled a tulip. His coat was red, his waistcoat scarlet,
his lace yellow, his stockings white; his shoes, lastly,
were adorned with huge rosettes, and his wig was a per
fect snow-storm of powder.
BeUe-bouche casts down her eyes, and a roseate bloom
diffuses itself over her tender cheek. Jacques arrays his
forces, and gracefully smooths his Mechlin lace cravat.
Outwardly he is calm,
BeUe-bouche raises her eyes, and gently flirts her fan,
covered with shepherds and shepherdesses in sUks and
satins, who tend imaginary sheep by sky-blue waters,
against deeply emerald trees.
Jacques sighs, remembering his discourse on crooks,
and BeUe-bouche smiles. He gathers courage then, and
says :
"I think I have never seen a more beautiful -morn-

mg,

" Yes," says BeUe-bouche in her soft tender voice, " I
have been out to take my customary walk before break
fast." " An excellent habit. The fields are the true abodes
of the Graces and Muses ; all is so fresh."
. BeUe-bouche smiles at this graceful and classic com
pliment ; but strange to say, does not feel disposed to
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164 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON; OF
lectual a man, so true a gentleman as at this moment.'
The reason is that BeUe-bouche has caught a portion of
her visitor's disease — a paraphrase which we are com
peUed to make use of, from the weU-known fact that
damsels are never what is vulgarly called "in love,'^
until the momentous question has been asked ; after
which, as we all know, this sentiment floods their tender
hearts with a sudden rush, as of unloosed waters.
Jacques sees the impression be has made, and in his
secret heart is flushed with anticipated conquest. He
smooths his frill, and gently arranges a di-op curl.
" Love, I think, should inhabit the green fields," he
says with melancholy grace; "for love^ dearest Miss
Bell-bouche, is the essence of freshness and delight."
"The — flelds?" says BeUe-bouche, thoughtfbiUy gazing
upon her fan.
" Yes ; and the shepherd's life is certainly the happiest.
Ah ! to love and be loved under the skies — in Arcady I
But Arcady is everywhere when the true heart is near.
To love and be loved !" says Jacques -with a sad sigh ;
" to know there is one near you whose whole heart is
yours — whose bosom would wilUngly support the weary
head ; .to have a heart to bring all your sorrows to ; to
feel that the sky was brighter, and aU the stars more
friendly and serene, if she were by you; to love and
love, and never change, and Uve a Ufe of happy dreams,
however active it might be, when the dear image swept
across the horizon ! To give the heairt and mind out in
a sigh, and seal the vow of faith and truth upon loving
lips ! In a word — one word speaks it all — to love I Yes,
yes ! to love ! To feel the horizon expand around you
till it seems to embrace every thing ; to love innocently.

A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. 165
purely, under the holy heavens ; to love tUl the dying
hour, and then, clasped in a pure embrace, to go away
together to another world ! — Only to love !"
And Jacques raises his eyes to the blushing face of
BeUe-bouche. " Is it not fair to think of?" he says sadly.
She tries to smile, and can only murmur, " Yes,"
" I fear it is but a dream," says Jacques.
She does not reply : she -wishes a moment to collect
her thoughts and regain her calmness.
" A dream," he continues, " which many poor fellows
dream, and -live in, and make a reaUty of— -alas ! never
to be reaUzed."
" Perhaps the world has changed since the old Arca
dian days," murmurs BeUe-bouche, gazing down with
rosy cheeks, and a bad attempt at ease. "You know the
earth has become different."
" Yes, yes," sighs Jacques ; " I very much fear all this
is folly." " Who knows but  "
She pauses. '
Jacques raises his eyes, and their glances meet. She
stops abruptly, and looks away. It is not affectation in
her. That deep blush is wholly irrepressible,
Jacques seizes her hand, and says :
"Give me the assurance that such things can be!
Tell me that this dream could be realized !"
She turns away.
"Tell me!" he continues, bending toward her," tell
me, if /were to love any one thus — say it were yourself
— tell me, beautiful BeUe-bouche ! could I hope  "
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166 THE -rOUTH OF JEFFEESON; OE,
" BeUe-bouche ! dearest BeUe-bouche ! — my picture
was a reality — ^I love as I have painted — and upon my
knees  " "  car chantez,
Belle bouche rechignez,"
sang the voice of Sir Asinus, entering from the garden ;
and our unfortunate friend Jacques had just time to
drop Belle-bouche's hand, when sir Asinus entered.
" You 're a pretty fellow 1" said that worthy, " to
frighten me, and make me beUeve you were the — Well ;
let us keep up appearances before the ladies. How goes
it, my dear Jacques ?"
Jacques does not answer; he feels an unchristian
desire to exterminate his friend Sir Asinus from the
face of the earth — to blot that gentleman forcibly^from
the sum of things.
Actuated by these friendly feeUngs, he gives the knight
a look which nearly takes his breath away.
"Why, what is the matter?" says Sir Asinus.
Jacques sees the false position which he occupies, and
groans. "Why, dear Jacques, you distress me," says Sir Asi
nus with great warmth ; " did I tread upon your toes ?"
Jacques might very justly reply in the affirmative, but
he only turns away muttering disconsolately, " One more
chance !"
"I thought you were the proctor," says Sir Asinus
pleasantly. " Did you? I am going back soon, and will send him,"
replies Jacques with sad courtesy.
"No! don't trouble yourself!" cries Sir Asinus; "it
is not necessary."

A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 167
" It is no trouble," says Jacques ; " but as you are
probably about to return to town yourself, I will not
send him."
"To town? Indeed, I am about to do no such thing.
It is not every day that one gets a taste of the coun-
try." "You stay?"
" Yes."
Jacques groans, and imprecates — sleep to descend
upon his friend.
He sits down wofuUy. Sir Asinus scenting the joke,
and determined to revenge himself, does the same joy
fully. Jacques sighs. Sir Asinus laughs. Jacques di
rects an Olympian frown at his opponent, but Sir Asinus
answers it with smiles.
BeUe-bouche all this time has been endeavoring to
produce the impression that she is looking over a book
of engravings — being interested in Heidelberg, and fas
cinated with the Alhambra. From time to time her
timid glance steals toward Jacques, who is sighing, or
toward Sir Asinus, who is laughing.
Sir Asinus glories in his revenge. Jacques refused to
tell him the news, and maligned his character to the
Doctor, and forced him to Usten in silence to that abuse.
He takes his promised revenge — for he understands veiy
well what he interrupted.
Jacques stays all the morning, hoping that Sir Asi
nus will depart ; but that gentleman betrays no inten
tion of vacating the premises. Finally, in a paroxysm
of intemal rage, and a perfect outward calmness, the
graceful Jacques retires — with a last look for BeUe-
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168 THE YOUTH OP JEPi'EESON,
One thought consoles him. He will escort her to the
baU, and on his return in his two-seated curriculum defy
the interruption of all the Asinuses that ever lived.
Poor Jacques ! as he goes sadly back, the cloud riding
upon the dream is more asleep than ever.

CHAPTER XXII.
HOW HOFFLAND PEEPEEEED A GLOVE TO A DOZEN PISTOLES.
ONE of the most beautiful walks in the neighborhood
of Williamsburg was known to the fair dames and
gallant cavaliers of -that epoch* as the " Indian Camp."
To this spot, on the moming of the day fixed for the
ball at the Paleigh, did Mowbray and the young student
Hoffland direct their steps, conversing pleasantly, and
glad of the occasion to enjoy the fresh beauties of nature,
which presented so agreeable a contrast to the domains
of study at the good CoUege of William and Mary. Let
it not, however, be imagined that the boy Hoffland was
in the habit, as Panurge said, of " breaking his head
with study." Not at all. The remissness of that young
gentleman in his attendance uj)on the lectures of the
professors, had become by this time almost a proverb.
Indeed, his attendance was the exception — his absence
the rule. Buried in his quarters, in the neighborhood of
Gloucester street, he seemed to exist in a pleasant dis
regard of all the rules and regulations of the coUege ;
and when the professors attempted to reason with him —
which was seldom, inasmuch as they scarcely ever saw
him — he would acknowledge his sins very readily, and
as readily promise amendment ; and then, after the
well-known fashion of sinners, retum to his evil courses,
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170 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
Mowbray would often remonstrate with him on this
neglect of his studies ; but Hoffland always turned aside
his advice with some amusing speech, or humorous ban
ter. When the elder student said, " Now, Charles, as
your friend I counsel you not to throw away your time
and dissipate your mind ;" to this Hoffland would re
ply, " Yes, you are right, Ernest ; the morning, as you
say, is lovely." Or when Mowbray would say, " Charles,
you are incorrigible ;" " Yes," Hoffland would reply,
with his winning smile, " I knew how much you liked
me." On the fine moming to which we hav-e now arrived,
the conversation of the friends took exactly this direc
tion. Hoffland for two or thi'ce days had obstinately
kept away from the college, and " non est inventus" was
the substance of the proctor's return when ho was sent
to drum up the absent student.
" Indeed, Charles," said Mowbray, with his calm sad
ness, " you should not thus aUow your time to be ab
sorbed in indolent lounging. A man has his career in
the world to run, and college is the threshold. If you
enter the world ignorant and awkward — and the great
est genius is awkward if ignorant — ^you will find the
mere fops of the day pass you in the course. They may
be superficial, shallow, but they have cultivated their
natural gifts, while you have not done so. They enter
gracefuUy, and succeed ; you will enter awkwardly, and
faU." " A fine Mentor you are !" replied Hoffland ; " and I
ought to be duly grateful for your excellent advice."
" It is that of a friend,"
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A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 171
" A very true friend."
" Yes," Hoffland said, " I am convinced that your
friendship for me is very true. Strange you should like
me so !"
" I think not : you are by yourself here, and I am
naturally attracted always by inexperience, I find great
freshness of thought and feeling in you, Charles  "
" Do you ?"
" And more still," said Mowbray, smiling sadly ; " I
think you love me."
" Indeed ?" said Hoffland, tuming away his face.
" Yes ; you gravitated toward me ; but I equally to
yourself. ' And now I think you begin to have a sincere
affection for me."
" Begin, indeed !"
Mowbray smiled.
" I am glad you liked me from the first then," he
said. " I am sure I cannot explain my sudden Uking for
yourself." " But I can," said Hoffland, laughing ; " we were con
genial, my dear fellow — chips of the same block — com
panions of similar tastes. You liked what was graceful
and elegant, which of course you found in me. I have
always experienced a passionate longing for truth and
nobility ; and this, Ernest, I find in you !"
Hoffland's tone had lost all its banter as he uttered
these words ; and if Mowbray had seen the look which
the boy timidly cast upon his pale countenance, he would
have started.
But Hoffland regained his lightness almost immedi
ately ; his earnestness passed away, and he was the same
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172 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
" Look !" he cried, " that oriole is going to die for joy
as he swings among the cherry blossoms ! How green
the grass is — what a lovely landscape !"
And Hoffland gazed rapturously at the green fields,
and blossom-covered trees, and the distant river flo-wing
on in gladness to the sea, with the kindling eye of a true
poet. " And here is the ' Indian Camp !' " he cried ; " grassy,
antique, and romantic !"
" Let us sit down," said Mowbray.
And seating himself upon a moss-covered stone, he
leaned his head upon his hand and pondered.
" Now, I '11 lay a wager you are thinking about me !"
cried Hoffland ; " perhaps you still revolve in your mind
my various delinquencies."
" No," said Mowbray.
" I know I am very bad — very remiss. I ought to
have been at college this morning, but I was not able to
•come." " Why, Charies ?" said Mowbray, raising his head.
" I was busy."
" Indeed !"
" Yes, reading."
"Ah! not studying?"
" No ; unless Shakspeare is study."
"It is a very hard study, but not the sort which I
would have you apply yourself to. What were you
reading?" " ' As You Like It,' " said Hoffland ; " and I was really
charmed with the fair Rosalind."
" Yes," said Mowbray indifferentiy ; " a wonderful
character, such as Shakspeare only could draw."

A CHEONIOLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 173
" And as good as she was wild — as maidenly as she
was pure."
Mowbray shook his head,
" That foray she made into the woods en ea/vaUer was
a very doubtful thing," he said.
" Why, pray ?" Hoffland asked, pouting. " I should
like to know what there was wrong in it,"
Mowbray smiled, but made no reply,
" Answer me," said Hoffland.
" That is easy. Do you think it wholly proper, per
fectly maidenly, for a woman to assume the garb of our
sex?" " Certainly ; why not, sir ?"
Mowbray smiled again.
" I fear any argument would only fortify you in your
convictions, as our rebel student says," he replied.
""True, Rosalind was the victim of circumstances, but
her example is one of an exceedingly doubtful nature, or
rather it is not at all doubtful."
"Pray, how?"
"Really, Charles, you make me give a reason for
every thing. Well then, I think that it is indelicate in
women to leave their proper sphere and descend to the
level of men, and this any woman must do in assuming
the mascuUne garb. If I am not mistaken, the common
law bears me out, and inflicts a penalty upon such
deviations from established usage. None but an inex
perienced youth like yourself wouM uphold Rosalind."
Hoffland colored, and said with bitter abruptness :
" I believe you despise me, sir !"
" Despise you ! Why ?" said the astonished Mowbray.
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youth ; and — and — Ernest, it is not friendly in you ! —
no, it is not ! — it is unjust — to treat me so !"
And Hoffland turned away like a child who is about
to "have a cry."
Mowbray looked at the averted face for a moment,
and saw two large tears clinging to the long dusky
lashes. He experienced a strange sensation in the pres
ence of this boy which he could not explain ; it was half
pity for his nervous wealcness of temperament, half re
gret at having uttered he knew not what, to move him.
"Well, well, Charles," he said, "yours is a strange
character, and I never know how to shape my discourse
in your presence. You fly off at every thing, and I be
lieve you are really shedding tears  "
" No, no," said Hoffland, hastily brushing away the
pearly drops ; " do n't look at me."
" I was -wrong."
Hoffland sobbed.
" Forgive me, Charles — ^I will endeavor in future to
avoid these occasions of dispute ; forgive my harsh
ness." "You are forgiven," murmured Hoffland; and his
sad face became again cheerful.
" I am not a very pleasant companion, I know," said
Mowbray, smiling ; " my o-wn thoughts oppress me ; but
if I cannot be merry with you, I may at least forbear to
wound your feelings."
"My feelings are not wounded, Ernest," Hoffland
said, with a bright glance which shone Uke the sun after
an AprU shower; "I only— only— thought you were
not right in abusmg RosaUnd ; and— and calling me ' an
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he laughed ; " but let us dismiss the subject. What op
presses you, Ernest ? I can't bear to see you sad."
" My thoughts," said Mowbray.
" That is too general."
" It is useless to particularize."
And Mowbray's head drooped. As the pleasant May
breeze raised the locks of his dark hair, his face looked
very pale and-sad.
" The subject of our discourse in the fields some days
since ?" asked Hoffland in a low tone.
" Yes," said Mowbray calmly.
A long silence followed this reply. Then Hoffland
said :
" Why should that still annoy you ? Men should be
strong." "Yes, yes."
" And yet you are weak."
" In my heart, very weak."
" You love her stiU ?"
" Yes, yes ; deeply, passionately, far more than ever !"
said Mowbray, unable to repress this outburst.
Hoffland seemed to be frightened by the vehemence
of his companion, for he turned away his head, and
colored to the temples.
" Can you not conquer your feelings ?" he said at
length. " No."
" Make the attempt."
" I have made it."
" Why not go and see her again then ? You -wiU lose
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SO much insult and coldness ! — after being charged with
base and mercenary motives ! — after having my heart
struck by a cruel and unfeeling accusation — my pride
humbled by a misconception as humiliating as it was
unjust ! Never, Charles ! My heart may break — I may
feel through life the bitterness of the fate which sepa
rates us for ever — I may groan and rebel and struggle
with my heart — but never again will I address one syl
lable to that proud girl, who has trampled on me, as
she would upon a worm, and told me how degraded a
being I was in her eyes — no, never !"
And pale, his forehead bathed with perspiration, his
frame agitated, his eyes full of fire and regret, Mowbray
turned away his head and rose.
Hoffland was silent, and yet the deep color in his
cheeks betrayed the impression which his companion's
passionate words had made upon him.
In a few moments Mowbray had regained his calm
ness. "Pardon me, Charles, for annoying you with these
things," he said, with a last tremor in his voice ; " but
your question prompted me to speak. Let us not re
tum to this subject ; it afflicts me to speak of it, and
there is no good reason why I should revive my suffer
ings. Let us go back, and endeavor in the pleasant
sunshine to find some balm for all our grief. I do not
despair of conquering my passion, for all things are pos
sible to human energy — this far at least. Come, let us
retum." Calmly buttoning his coat, Mowbray took Charles's
arm, and they bent their way back to town.
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mcnce of his companion, and for some time was com
pletely silent. He seemed to be thinking.
As they approached the town, however, his spirits
seemed to regain their customary cheerfulness, and he
smiled. " WeU, well, Ernest," he said, " perhaps your grief
may be cured in some other way than by strangulation.
Let us not speak further of it, but admire the beautiful
day. Is it not sweet ?"
" Yery," said Mowbray calmly.
" It is getting warm."
" Yes, Charles ; summer is not far distant."
" Summer ! I always liked the summer ; but we
have not then those beautiful blossoms — ^look how they
cluster on the boughs, and what a sweet perfume !"
" Yery sweet."
"Then another drawback of summer is its dust. I
hate dust; and it is already beginning to invade my
hands." " Wear gloves then, Charles," said Mowbray, smiling
at the boyish naivete of his companion's tone.
" I 'd like to know how I can, without the money to
buy them," said Hoffland ; " you are very unreasonable,
Mr. Mowbray !"
Mowbray smiled.
' " Have you none ?" he said.
" Not a penny — at the moment. My suppUes have
not reached my new address."
And Hoffland laughed.
" Let me lend you some. How much will you have ?
We are friends, you know, Charles, and you can have no
feelings of delicacy in borrowing from me. See," said
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178 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON; OE,
Mowbray, taking out his purse, " I have a plenty of pis
toles. Take a dozen." .
" And how many will you have left ?"
" Let me see — there are thfrteen. I shall still have
enough. There are twelve, Charles."
And he counted them out, leaving the_single coin in
his purse,
Hoffland, however, drew back, and obstinately closed
his hands.
" You ought to be ashamed to tempt an inexperienced
youth to go in debt," he said ; " that is yolir fine guar
dianship, Mr. Mowbray."
" Come, Charles ; this is folly. You do not become
my debtor ; I do not want the money. Take it, and re
pay it when your own comes."
" No, I will not. But still I want a pair of gloves.
Do me a greater favor still, Ernest. Give me those
pretty fringed gloves you wear, and -which are plainly
too small for your huge hands. I know Miss Lucy gave
them to you, for she said as much the. other day — 1
asked her ! — and now I want them. Do n't refuse me,
Ernest ; my hand is much smaller and handsomer than
yours, and they will just fit me."
Mowbray took off the gloves, asking himself, with a
sad smile, what charm this boy exercised over him.
" There they are then, Charles," he said ; " I can re
fuse you nothing."
" Suppose I asked for the hand as weU as the gloves?"
" The hand ? Perfectly at your service," said Mow
bray, holding out his hand ; " I can only give it to you
in a friendly spirit, however, and there it is."
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cept it upon those terms — ^but I have the gloves. Thank
you, Ernest. Perhaps some day I may ask you to accept
a present from me ; or at least I promise not to refuse
you if you ask what I have this moment refused."
And laughing heartily, Hoffland cried :
" Just look at those fiowers ! and there is the great
city of Williamsburg ! We pass from Indian Camps to
learned halls — from barbarism to civilization. Come !
let us get into Gloucester street — that promenade of ele
gance and fashion ! Come on, Ernest !"
And they entered the town.

CHAPTER XXIII,
HOW SIE ASINUS PISHED FOE SWALLOWS, AND WHAT HE
CAUGHT.
GLOUCESTER STREET was aUve with a motiey
crowd of every description, from the elegant dame
who drove by in her fine four-horse chariot with its out
riders, to the most obscure denizen of the surrounding old
field, come on this particular day to Williamsburg, in
view of the great ball to be held at the Raleigh tavern.
Mowbray and Hoffland gazed philosophically upon
the moving crowd, but threaded their way onward, with
out much comment. Hoffland was anxious to reach his
lodging, it seemed ; the culminating sun had already
made his face rosy with its warm radiance, and he held
a white handkerchief before his eyes to protect them.
" It is growing very warm, " he said ; " really, Ernest,
I think your present wiU come into active use before the
summer." "My gloves?"
" No, mine."
" Ah, well, Charles," continued Ernest, " we ought to
rejoice in the warmth, inasmuch as it is better for the
poor than cold — the winter. Let us not complain."
" I do not ; but I see precious few poor about now :
they all seem to be rejoicing, without needing any assist
ance therein from us. Look at that fine chariot."

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"At Madam Finette's door?"
"Yes."" I think I recognise the driver — ^Tom, from Mrs.
Wimple's," said Mowbray calmly.
" Mrs. Wimple — who is she ?"
"A lady, at whose house I suffered one of my cruellest
disappointments," said Mowbray with a shadowed brow ;
" let us not speak of that !"
"Of what?"
" You do not understand ?"
"I? Of course not."
" It was there that I was told, by the woman I loved,
how despicable 1 was," said Mowbray with a cruel tre
mor of his pale lip.
"Oh — yes — ^pardon me," Hoffland said; and turning
aside his head, he murmured, "Men — men! how blind
you are ! yes, high-gravel blind !" and looking again at
Mowbray, Hoffland perceived that his face had become
calm again.
"I promised Lucy to bring home some little articles'
from this place," he said calmly; "go in with me a
moment, Charles."
Hoffland drew back.
" No," he said ; " I believe— I have— I think I 'd rather
not." " I will detain you but a moment."
Hoffland's glance plunged itself into the interior of
Madam Finette's emporium ; and the consequence was
that the young gentleman retreated three steps.
"I don't think I have time," he said laughing; "but
I'll wait for you here : the sun is warm, but I can easily
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182 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON; OE,
And taking up his position in the vestibule, so to
speak, of the shop, Hoffland placed himself as much out
of view as possible, and waited. Spite of the fact that
the sun's rays did not penetrate to the spot which he oc
cupied, the white handkerchief was still used as a shade.
Mowbray entered and approached Madam Finette.
But that lady was busy ; her counter was covered with
magnificent silks, ribbons, velvets and laces, which she
was unrolling, folding up, drawing out, and chattering
about, as fast as her small hands and agile tongue would
permit. Before her stood a lady, who, accompanied by
her cavalier, was engaged in the momentous task of
making up her mind what colors of velvet and satin
ribbon she should select.
The lady was young and smiling — cheerful and grace
ful. When she laughed, the musical chime of the time
piece overhead was drowned, and died away ; when she
smiled, the sunlight seemed to have darted one of its
brightest beams into the shop. The gentleman was ele
gant and melancholy : he looked like Endymion on Lat-
mos trying to recall his dream, or like Narcissus fading
into shadow. His costume resembled a variegated Dutch
tulip ; his hair was powdered to excess ; he sighed and
whispered sadly, and looked at the lady.
The lady was called BeUe-bouche, Belinda, or Re
becca. The gentleman was familiarly known as Jacques.
" I think that would suit you," sighed Jacques.
" This ribbon ?" asked BeUe-bouche, with a gay smile.
" Yes ; it is yours by right. It is the prettiest of all."
" I am glad you like it — ^I do."
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"Then it wiU not me."
"Yes, yes," sighed Jacques, in a whisper'; "you are
May incarnate — with its tender grace, and lovely fresh
ness, and Arcadian beauty."
BeUe-bouche smiled, and yet did not laugh at the oft
repeated Arcadian simile,
" Methinks," said Jacques, with a species of melan
choly grace, " these ribbons would suit your costume at
the Arcadian festival, which you have honored me with
the management of  "
" At Shadynook ? Oh, yes ! would they now ?"
"I think so, madam. Imagine the crooks wreathed
with these ribbons and with flowers — the shepherds
would go mad with delight,"
" Then I will get a large roll of this."
" No, no — that is my affair ; but you must wear some
thing elsci"
"I? What, pray?"
"Pink : it is the color of youth, and joy, and love —
worn by the Graces and the Naiads, Oreads and Dryads ;
— the color of the sea-shell, and the autumn leaves and
flowers — something like it at least," Jacques added, find
ing himself mounting into the realms of imagination.
BeUe-bouche blushed slightly, and turned away. Her
eyes fell upon Mowbray, who bowed.
" Oh, sir, I am very glad to see you," said the cheer
ful young girl, holding out her hand ; " you must come
to oiu" party at Shadynook."
" Madam, I am afraid — " commenced Mowbray, with
a bow. But BeUe-bouche interrupted him :
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Thursday, and Aunt Wimple wishes you to come. I am
manageress, and I have masculine assistance to compel
all invited to be with us."
With which words she glanced at Jacques, who sa
luted Mowbray with a sad smile.
"And you must bring your sister Lucy, Mr. Mow
bray. I am sorry we know each other so slightly ; but
I am sure we shall be intimate if she comes. Do not
refuse to bring her now."
BeUe-bouche enforced her requests with such a wealth
of smiles, that Mowbray was compelled to yield.
He promised to come, and then suddenly remembered
that Philippa would be there, and almost groaned.
BeUe-bouche finished her purchases, and went out.
As she passed Hoffland she di-opped her handkerchief.
That young gentleman, however, declined to pick it up
and restore it, though the absent Jacques did not per
ceive it. Jacques assisted the young girl into her car
riage, pressed her hand with melancholy affection, and
went away sighing.
Mowbray, having procured what Lucy wished, came
forth again and was joined by Hoffland. That gentle
man held a magnificent lace handkerchief in his hand.
" See," he said, " what that languishing little beauty
dropped in passing to her carriage. What a love of a
handkerchief!" " What an odd vocabulary you have collected," said
Mowbray, smiling. " Well, you should have restored it
to her, Charles."
" Restored it !"
"Yes."
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" address a young lady whom I have not the pleasure of
knowing ?" ,
"It would be to do her a simple service, and nothing
could be more proper."
" You are a pretty guide for youth, are you not ? No,
sir ! I never intrude !"
"Suppose this young lady were asleep in a house
which was burning — ^would you not intrude to inform
her of that fact ?"
" Never, sir ! Enter a lady's bower ? Is it possible
you counsel such a proceeding ?"
Mowbray smiled sadly. " You have exceUent spirits,
Charles," he said ; " I almost envy you."
" No, indeed, I have not," said Hoffland, with one of
his strange transitions from gaiety to thoughtfulness ; " I
wear more than one mask, Ernest."
" Are you ever sad ?"
" Yes, indeed," said Hoffland, with a little sigh.
" Well, well, I fancy 'tis not frequently. If you feel
so to-day, the ball to-night will restore your spirits ; and
there you may restore your handkerchief with perfect
propriety." " How ?"
" Get an introduction."
Hoffland's lip crimped ; but nodding his head —
" Yes," said he, " I think I shall be introduced, for I
wish very much to be present at that Arcadian festival."
"You heard, then?"
Hoffland colored.
" N — o," he said ; " but I believe a number of invita
tions are out — for Denis, and others; — a good feUow,
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186 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON; OE,
" Excellent ; and I suppose, therefore, you wiU be at
the Raleigh this evening ?"
" Yes, about twelve — I have my studies to attend to,"
said Hoffland, laughing; "you have no idea how much
the character of Rosalind has interested me lately. I
think it never seized so strongly upon my attention. If
ever we have any private acting, I shaU certainly appear
in that character !"
Mowbray smiled again.
" Your person would suit the forest page very well,"
he said; "for you are slender, and slight in figure.
But how would you compass the scenes where Rosalind
appears in her proper character — in female dress ?"
" Oh !" laughed Hoffland, with some quickness, " I
think I could easily act that part."
"I doubt it."
" You don't know my powers, Ernest."
" Well, perhaps not ; but let us dismiss the ball, and
Rosalind, and all. How motley a crowd ! I almost agree
with Jacques, that ' motley 's the only wear.' "
" Jacques ! that reminds me of the melancholy fellow
we saw just now, sighing and languishing with that Uttle
BeUe-bouche  "
"Why, you know her familiar name — how, Charles?''
Hoffland laughed.
" Oh," he said, " did I not leave my MS. love songs
to Jacques ; and can you imagine that I was ignorant
of — ^but we are throwing away words. Everybody 's in
love, I believe — Jacques is not singular. Look at this
little pair of lovers — school-girl and school-boy, devoted
to each other, and consuming with the tender passion.
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A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. 187
With which words Hoffland laughed, and pointed to a
boy and girl who were passing along some steps in ad
vance of them.
The girl was that young lady who received, as the
reader may possibly recollect, so much excellent and
paternal advice from Jacques. She was not burdened
with her satchel on this occasion, but carried, in the
same careless and playful fashion, a small reticule ;
while her cavalier took charge of her purchases, stored
in two or three bundles, and kindly relinquished to the
gentleman by the lady, as is stiU the custom in our own
day. The boy was a fine manly young fellow of sixteen,
with a bright kind face, rosy and freckled. There
seemed to be quite an exceUent understanding between
himself and his companion, and they went on convers
ing gaily.
But in this world we know not when the fates will
interrupt our pleasures ; — a profound remark which was
verified on this occasion.
Just as the girl was passing the residence of Sir Asi
nus, her feet dancing for joy, her curls iUuminated, her
reticule describing the largest possible arc of a circle —
just then, little Martha, or Puss, as she was called, found
herself suddenly arrested, and the over-skirt of her silk
dress raised with a sudden jerk. The reticule ceased to
pendulate, the conversation stopped abruptly, the boy
and girl stood profoundly astonished.
" Oh, me !" cried the child, clasping her hands ;
"what's that?"
" Witchcraft !" suggested her companion, laughing.
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188 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON; OE,
from the clouds — ^figuratively speaking — really from an
upper window; " it is not witchcraft, but a simple result
of natural laws."
The child raised her head quickly at these words, and
saw leaning out of a dormer window of Mrs. Bobbery 's
mansion, that identical red-haired gentleman whom she
had seen upon a former occasion ; in a word, Su- Asinus :
Sir Asinus dressed magnificently in his old faded dress
ing-gown ; his sandy hair standing erect upon his head ;
his features sharper than ever; and his eyes more elo
quent with philosophical and cynical humor. As he
leaned far out of the window, he resembled a large owl
in a dressing-gown, with arms instead of legs, fingers
instead of claws.
" I repeat, sir and miss," he said blandly — " or prob
ably it would be more proper to say, miss and sir — I
repeat that this is not witchcraft, and your dress is simply
caught by a hook, which hook contained a grain of
wheat, which wheat has been devoured. Wait ! I will
descend." And disappearing from the window, Sir Asinus soon
made his appearance at the door, and approached the
boy and girl. The girl was laughing.
" Oh, sir ! I think I understand now — you were fish
ing for swallows, and the hook  "
" Caught in your dress ! Precisely, my beautiful little
lady, whom I have the pleasure of seeing for the fiftieth
time, since I see you passing ^ery morning, noon and
evening — precisely. Immured in my apartment for
political reasons, I am reduced to this species of amuse
ment ; and this hook attached to this thread contained a
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A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 189
devoured it; then the wind ceasing, it had the misfor
tune to strike into your dress."
With which words Sir Asinus made an elegant bow,
wrapping his old dressing-gpwn about him with one
hand, while he extricated the hook with the other.
." There ! you are free !" he said ; " I am very sorry,
my dear little lady  "
" Oh, indeed, sir ! it is very funny ! I 'm almost glad
it caught me, Bathurst laughed so much."
" I have the pleasure of making Mr. Bathurst's ac
quaintance," said Sir Asinus politely ; and in spite of little
Martha's correction, that Mr. Bathurst was not his name,
he added, " Your cavalier at the ball to-night, I presume ?"
" Oh, sir, you are laughing," said the girl, with her
bright face ; " but we are going to the ball."
" And will you dance with me ?"
" If you will, sir."
" Extraordinary innocence !" muttered the knight,
" not common among young ladies ;" then he added, " I
assure you. Miss — ^you have not told me  "
" My name is Martha, sir."
" WeU, Miss Martha, I shall dance -with you most de
lightedly. Asinus is my name — ^I am descended from a
great Assyrian family ; and this is my lodging. Look
ing up any morning, my dear Miss Martha, you will
receive the most elegant bow I have— such as is due to
a Fairy Queen, and the empress of my soul. — Good
morning, Mowbray."
And saluting the students who passed, laughing, Sir
Asinus ascended again, muttering and wrapping his old
dressing-gown more tightly around him.
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190 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON.
own mind ; — I am just as much in love with that pretty
young girl who has left me laughing and joyous, as that
ridiculous Jacques is with his beauty at Shadynook. I
thought at one time I was in love with BeUe-bouche
myself, but I was mistaken. I certainly was convinced
of it, however, or why did I name my sail-boat the
'Rebecca' — ^that being the actual name of Miss BeUe-
bouche ? Yet I was not in love with that young lady — and
am in love with this little creature of fifteen and a half,
who has passed me every morning and evening, going
to school. Going to school ! there it is ! I, the gi-eat
political thinker, the originator of ideas, the student, the
philosopher, the cynic — I am in love with a school-girl !
Well, I am not aware that the fact of acquiring a know
ledge of geography and numbers, music, and other things,
has the effect of making young ladies disagreeable.
Therefore I uphold the doctrine that love for young
ladies who attend school is not wholly ridiculous — else
how could those who go on studying until they are as
old as the surrounding hills, be ever loved with reason ?
I am therefore determined to fall deeper still in love,
andj^rite more verses, and abolish that old dull scoim-
drel Coke, and become a sighing, languishing, poetic Love
lace. I 'U go and dance, and feel my pulse every hour,
and look at the weather-glass of my affections, and at
night, or rather in the morning, report to myself the
result. What a lucky lover I am ! I will write a son
net to that thread, and an ode to the hook ; — I wiU ex
pand thfe affair into an epic !"
With which gigantic idea Sir Asinus kicked aside a
volume of Coke which obstructed his way, seized a pen,
and frowning dreadfully, began to compose.

CHAPTERXXIY.
HOFFLAND. IS WHISKED AWAY IN A CHAEUOT,
ii TirrHAT an oddity !" said Hoffland, as leaving the do-
Y I main of Sir Asinus behind them, the two students
passed on, still laughing at the grotesque appearance of
the knight ; " this gentleman seems to Uve in an atmo
sphere of jests and humor."
" I think it is somewhat forced,"
" Somewhat forced ?"
"At times."
"How?" " I mean that he is as often sad as merry ; and more
frequently earnest and serious than careless,"
"Is it possible, Ernest?"
" I think I am right."
" Sir Asinus — as I have heard him caUed — a serious
man?" " Yes, and a very profound one."
"You surprise me !"
"Well, I think that some day he will surprise the
world : he is a most profound thinker, and has that dan
gerous trait for opponents, a clearness of perception which
cuts through the rind of a subject, and eviscerates the
real core of it with extraordinary ease. You know  "
" Now you are going to talk politics," said Hoffland,
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192 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON ; OE,
" No," said Ernest.
• "I do not like politics," Hoffland continued; "they
weary me, and I would much rather talk of balls. —
What a funny figure Sir Asinus will cut with that little
creature — in reel or minuet !"
And Hoffland complimented his own conception with
a laugh. " I scarcely fancy he will go in his old. dressing-gown,"
said Mowbray with his sad smile ; " that would be a poor
compliment to his Excellency, and the many beautiful
dames who will meet him."
"Is it to be alargebaU?"
" I believe so."
" And very gay ?"
"No doubt."
"You escort Miss Lucy?"
" Yes."
" And do you anticipate much pleasure ?"
" Can you ask me, Charles ?"
" Why — I thought you might throw off — this feeUng
you have  "
" I cannot," Mowbray said, shaking his head ; " time
only can accomplish that — not music, and gay forms, and
laughter ! Ah, Charles !" he added with a deep and
weary sigh, " you plainly know nothing of my feeling.
I cannot prevent myself from speaking of it — it makes me
the merest boy ; and now I say that it is far too strong
to be dispelled in any degree by merriment. Mirth and
joy and festive scenes obliterate some annoyances — those
vague disquietudes which oppress some persons ; they are
scarcely a balm for sorrow, real sorrow."
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" I shall see her there to-night, I doubt not," Mowbray
went on, striving to preserve his calmness ; " our glances
will meet ; her satirical smile will rise to her lips, and
she will turn away as indifferently as if she had not*
cruelly and wantonly wounded a heart which loves her
truly — deeply. This I shall suffer — this I anticipate:
can you ask me then if I look forward to the ball with
pleasure ?"
Hoffland raised his head ; his face was full of smiles.
" But suppose she does not look thus at you ?" he said.
" I do not understand — ¦ — "
" Suppose PhUippa — was not that her name ? — suppose
she smiles when you bow to her : for you will bow, won't
you, Ernest?"
" Assuredly ; but to reply to your question. I should
know perfectly well that her smile was the untrue ma
noeuvre of a coquette. Ah ! Charles ! Charles ! may you
never know what it is to see a false smile in woman — cold
and chilling — the glitter of sunlight upon snow. It is
worse than frowns !"
" Emest, you are a strange person," said Hoffland ;
" you seem determined to misjudge this young girl, who
is not as bad as you think her, my life upon it ! So,
frown or smile, you are determined to hate her ?"
" I do not hate her ! Would to Heaven I could get as
far from love for her, as the neutral ground of indiffer
ence." " Unhappy man !" said Hoffland ; " you pray to be
delivered from love !"
"Devoutly."
" It is our greatest happiness."
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194 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON ; OE,
" Misanthrope !"
" No, Charles, I neither hate men nor women ; I do
not permit this disappointment to sour my heart. But
I cannot become an advocate of the feeling which has
caused me such cruel suffering. Let us say no more.
We shall meet at the ball, and then you wiU be able to
judge whether I am mistaken in the estimate I place
upon this young girl's character. She is beautiful,
haughty, suspicious, and unfeeling : it tears my heart to
say it, but it is true. You will never after this evening
doubt my unhappiness, or charge me with error."
" Probably not," said Hoffland, turning away his head;
" I will make your error plain to you — but promise to
speak of it no more."
"What do you mean by 'make my error plain to
me ' ?"
" You will see."
" Charles !" said Mowbray suddenly, " you cannot
have designed to approach this lady upon the subject
which I have spoken to you of, as friend to friend?
That isnot possible!"
" I shall not say one single word to your lady-love,"
" Explain then,"
" Never — ^I am a Sphinx, an oracle : until the time
comes I am dumb."
" You only strive to raise my spirits," said Mowbray
¦with his sad smile ; " that is very kind in you, but I fear
it is even more than you could do."
" By which I suppose you mean that I could ' raise
your spirits ' if any body could."
"I may say yes — for you have a rare cheerfulness.
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Hoffland looked sidewise at his companion for a mo
ment with a curious smile, and said :
" Ernest."
" WeU, Charles."
" How would you Uke to have — but it is too foolish,"
" Go on : finish your sentence."
"No, you will laugh."
" Perhaps I shall : I hope so," Mowbray said, sadly
smiling. There was so much sadness in his tones, spite of the
smile, tha.t Hoffland's eyes filled with tears.
" What I was about to say was very ridiculous," the
boy said, with a slight tremor in his voice; "but you
know almost every thing I say is ridiculous,"
" No, indeed, Charles ; you are a singular mixture of
exceUent sense and fanciful humor,"
" Well, then, attribute my question to humor."
"Willingly."
" I was about to ask you — as you were kind enough
to say that I could make you laugh if any one could — I
was about to ask, how would you like to have a wife
Uke me ?"
And Hoffland burst out laughing. Ernest sighed.
" I think I should like it very weU — ^to reply simply
to your question,"
" Indeed !"
"Yes,"" What do you admire so much in me?"
" I love more than I admire, Charles."
" Do you ?" And the boy's head drooped.
" Yes," said Mowbray ; " you possess a childlike ingen
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to me after intense study. I would call your conver
sation at times prattle, but for the fear of offending
you." " Oh, you wiU not."
" Prattle is very engaging, you know," said Mowbray,
" and I often feel as if my weary head would be at rest
upon your friendly shoulder."
" Why do n't you rest it there then ?"
Mowbray smiled.
" You may answer that question better than myself,"
he said : " for some strange reason, you always avoid me
when I approach you."
" Avoid y6u !"
" Yes, Charies."
" Why, my dear fellow," said Hoffland, with a free-and-
easy air, " come as near as you choose ; here, let us lock
arms ! Does that look Uke avoiding you ?"
Mowbray smiled.
" It is very different here in the street," he said; "but
let us dismiss this idle subject. It is an odd way of
throwing away time to debate whether you would make
a gpod wife."
"I don't think it is," said Hoffland, and he laughed.
" if I would make a good wife, I would make a good hus
band ; and as I have natural doubts upon the latter
point, I wish to have them solved. But I weary you —
let us part. Good-bye," added Hoffland, with a strange
expression of face and tone of voice ; " here is my lodg
ing, and you go on to the college."
" No, I think I will go up and sit down a moment."
Hoffland stood still.
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visit," continued Mowbray, " and now I wUl go and see
your quarters."
" Really, my dear Emest — the fact is — ^I assure you on
my honor — ^there is nothing to attract  "
Mowbray smiled,
" Never mind," he said, " I -wUl go up, if from nothing
else, from simple curiosity,"
The singular young man looked exceedingly vexed at
this, and did not move,
Mowbray was about to pass -with a smile up the steps
leading to the door, when an acquaintance came by and
stopped a moment to speak to him, Mowbray seemed
interested in what he said, and half tumed from Hoffland,
No sooner had he done so than the boy placed one
cautious foot upon the stone step, looked quickly around,
saw that he was unobserved ; and entering the house
with a bound, ran lightly up the steps, opened the door
of his apartment, entered it, closed the door, and disap
peared. The sound of the bolt in moving proved that
he had locked himself in.
In two minutes Mowbray tumed round to speak to
his companion: he was no where to be seen. The
friend with whom he had been conversing had observed
nothing, and suggested that Mr. Hoffland must have
gone on.
No ; he had, however, gone to his room probably. And
ascending the stairs, Mowbray knocked at the door. No
voice repUed.
" Strange boy !" he murmured ; " he cannot be here,
however — and yet that singular objection he seemed to
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than at first, descended, and slowly passed on toward
.the college.
No sooner had he disappeared -within its walls than a
slight noise at Hoffland's window proved that he had
been watching Mowbray. All then became silent. In
an hour, however, the door was cautiously opened, and
the boy issued forth. He carefully closed the door, re-
locked it, put the key in his pocket, descended, and
commenced walking rapidly toward the southem portion
of the town, depositing as he went by a letter in the post.
He passed through the suburbs, continued his way
over the open road leading toward Jamestown, and in
half an hour arrived at a little roadside ordinary — one
of those houses of private entertainment which are
wholly different from the great public taverns.
Fifty paces beyond this ordinary a chariot with four
horses was waiting in a glade of the forest, and on catch
ing sight of it Hoffland hastened his steps, and almost
ran. He reached the dhariot breathless from his long walk
and the rapidity with which he had passed over the dis
tance between the ordinary and the vehicle ; threw
open the door before the coachman knew he was near ;
entered, said in a low voice, " Home !" and sank back
exhausted. As though only waiting for this single word, the
chariot began to move, and the horses, drawing the
heavy vehicle, disappeared at a gallop.

CHAPTER XXY.
SIE ASINUS GOES TO THE BALL,
UPON the most moderate calculation, Sir Asinus must
have tied his lace cravat a dozen times before he
finally coaxed his smoothly shaven chin to rest in quiet
grace upon its white folds. Having accompUshed this
important matter, and donned his coat of Mecklenburg
silk, the knight took a last survey of himself in the mir
ror, carefully reconnoitred the street below for lurking
proctors, and then brushing the nap of his cocked hat
and humming his favorite Latin song, stepped daintily
into the street and bent his way toward the Raleigh.
Sir Asinus thought he had never seen a finer ball ;
for, to say nothing of the chariots and coachmen and
pawing horses ^d liveries at the door — of the splendid
gentlemen dismounting from their cobs and entering gay
and free the spacious ball-room — ^there was the great
and overwhelming array of fatal beauty raining splendor
on the noisy air, and turning every thing into delight.
The great room — \h.e Apollo famed in history forever —
blazed from end to end with lights ; the noble minstrels
of the festival sat high above and stunned the ears -with
fiddles, hautboys, fiutes and fifes and bugles ; the crowd
swayed back and forth, and buzzed and hummed and
rustled with a well-bred laughter; — and from all this
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forms arose a perfume which made the ascetic Sir Asinua
once more happy, causing his lips to smile, his eyes to
dance, his very pointed nose to grow more sharp as it
inhaled the fragrance showering down in shivering clouds.
Make way for his Excellency ! — here he comes, the gal
lant gay Fauquier, with a polite word for every lady,
and a smile for the old planters who have won and lost
with him their thousands of pounds. And the smiling
Excellency has a word for the students too, and among
the rest for Sir Asinus, his prime favorite.
" Ah, Tom !" he says, " give you good evening."
" Good evening, your ExceUency," said Sir Asinus,
bowing. " From your exile ?"
"Yes, sir."
" Ah, well, ca/rpe diem ! be happy while you may —
that has been my principle in life, A fine assembly ;
and if I am not mistaken, I hear the shuffle of cards yon
der in the side room,"
" Yes, sir."
" Ah, you Yirginians ! I find your thirst for play even
greater than my own."
" I think your ExceUency introduced the said thirst."
" What ! introduced it ? I ? Not at aU. You Yirgin
ians are true descendants of the cavaliers — those long
haired gentlemen who drank, and diced, and swore, and
got into the saddle, and fought -without knowing very
accurately what they were fighting about. See, I have
drawn you to the Ufe !"
Sir Asinus smiled.
" We shall some day have to fight, sir," he said, " and
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"How?"
- " We shall know what we fight about !"
" Bah ! my dear Tom ! there you are beginning to
taUc politics, and soon you will be rattling the stamp act
and navigation laws in my ears, Uke two pebbles shaken
together in the hand. Enough ! Be happy while you
may, I say again, and forget your theories. Ah ! there
is my friend, Mrs. Wimple, and her charming niece.
Good evening, madam."
And his Excellency made a courtly bow to Aunt
Wimple, who was resplendent in a head-dress which
towered aloft like a helmet.
And passing on, the Governor smiled upon. Miss
BeUe-bouche, and saluted Jacques.
On former occasions we have attempted to describe
the costume of this latter gentleman; on the present
occasion we shall not. It is enough to say that the large
tulip bed at Shadynook seemed to have left that domain
and entered the ball-room of the Raleigh, with the lady
who attended to them.
This was BeUe-bouche, as we have said ; and the
tender languishing face of the Uttle.. beauty was full of
joy at the bright scene.
As for poor Jacques, he was oceans deep in love, and
scarcely looked at any other lady in the room. This
caused much amusement among his friends who were
looking at him ; but what does a lover care for laugh
ter? " Ah !" he says, " a truly Arcadian scene ! Methinks
the Muses and the Graces have become civilized, and
assembled here to dance the minuet. You wiU have
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" Oh, I'm sure I shall!" says BeUe-bouche, smUing.
" And I shall, because I am with you."
With which words, Jacques smiles and sighs ; and his
watchful friends follow his eyes, and laugh more loudly
than ever.
They say to him afterwards: "WeU, old fellow, the
way you were sweet upon your lady-love on that oc
casion, was a sin! You almost ate her up with your
eyes, and at one time you looked as if you were going
to dissolve into a sigh, or melt into a smUe. At any
rate, you are gone — go on !"
BeUe-bouche receives the tender compUments of
Jacques with a flitting blush, and says, in order to divert
him from the subject of herself :
"There is Mr. Mowbray, entering with his sister
Lucy. She is very sweet  "
"But not  "
"And must be at our May-day," adds BeUe-bouche,
quickly. " Good evening, Mr, Mowbray and Miss Lucy ;
I wanted to see you." With which words BeUe-bouche
gives her hand to Lucy. " You must come to our May
day at Shadynook ; — promise now. Mr. Mowbray deliv
ered my message ?"
" Yes ; and I wiU certainly come — ^if Emest -will take
me," says Lucy, smiUng.
The pale face of Mowbray is Ut up for a moment by
a sad smile, and he replies :
" I will come, madam — ^if I have courage," he mur
murs, turning away.
"You must; we shaU have a merry day, I think.
What a fine assembly !"
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"Oh, there's Jenny  "
" A friend ?"
" Oh, yes !"
And whUe this conversation proceeds, Jacques is talk
ing with Lucy. He interrupts himself in the middle
of a sentence, to bow paternally to a young Jady who
has just entered.
" Good evening, my dear Miss Merryheart," he says.
"Oh, sir! that is not my name," says Uttle Martha,
laughing. "What is?" .
"Martha."
" And are you not desirous of changing it ?"
The girl laughs,
" Say, for Mrs. Jacques ?"
" Oh!" cries Martha, with a merry glance and a pleas
ant affectation of reserve, " that is toij. public,"
"The fact is," replies Jacques, smiUng, "you are
looking so lovely, that I could not help it."
" Oh, sir !" says the girl blushing, but delighted.
Which expression makes her companion — a youthful
gentleman called Bathurst — frown with jealousy.
Lucy is admiring the child, when she finds herself
saluted by Sir Asinus, who has made her • acquaintance
some time since.
"A delightful evening. Miss Mowbray," says that
worthy ; " and I find you admiring a very dear friend of
mine." " Who is that, sir ?" says Lucy, smUing.
" Littie Miss Martha,"
" She is your friend ?"
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devotion to Martha ; " you caught me this morning, you
know." -" Oh no, sir ! you caught me !"
"Indeed!" cried Sir Asinus; "I thought 'twas the
lady's part !"
And he relishes his joke so much and laughs so loud,
that the girl discovers her mistake and blushes, which
increases her fresh beauty a thousand-fold.
Sir Asinus heaves a sigh, and contemplates a declara
tion immediately. He asks her hand for a quadrille
instead. "Oh, yes, sir!"
Whereupon Bathurst revolves gloomy thoughts of
revenge in the depths of his soul.
Sir Asinus, seeing his rival's moodiness, smiles ; but
this smile disappears like a sunbeam. He sees Doctor
Small approaching, and turns to fiee.
In doing so, he runs up against and treads on the toes
of Mr. Jack Denis, who laughs, and bowing to Lucy,
presses toward her and takes his place at her side.
Sir Asinus makes his way through the crowd, paying
his respects to every body.
He arrives, at length, at the door of the side room
where the devotees of cards are busy at tictac. He is
soon seated at one of the tables by the side of Governor
Fauquier, and is playing away with the utmost delight.
In this way the baU commenced ; and so it went on
with loud music, and a hum of voices rising almost to a
shout at times, untU the supper hour. And then, the pro
fuse supper having been discussed with that honorable
devotion which ever characterizes Yirginians, the danc
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But let not the reader imagine that the dances of the
old time were like our o-wn. Not at all. They had' no
waltzes, polkas, or the like, but dignified quadrilles, and
stately minuets ; and it was only when the company had
become perfectly acquainted with each other, at the end
of the assembly, that the reel was inaugurated, with its
wild excessive mirth — ^its rapid, darting, circling, and
exuberant delight.
Poor Sir Asinus ! he had not been well treated by his
lady-love — ^we mean the little Martha. That young lady
liked the noble knight, but Brutus-like, loved Bathurst
more. The worthy Sir Asinus found his graces of mind
and person no match for the laughing freckled face of
her youthful admirer, and with all the passing hours he
grew more sad.
He ended by offering his heart and hand, we verily
believe, in the middle of a quadrille ; but on this point
we are not quite certain. Sure are we that on this night
the great politician found himself defeated by a boy —
this we may assert from after events.
In the excess of his mortification be betook himself to
cards, and was soon sent away penniless. He rose from
the card-table feeling, like Catiline, ripe for conspiracy
and treason. He re-entered the ball-room and strolled
about disconsolate — a stalking ghost.
Just as he made his appearance a lady entered from
the opposite door, and Sir Asinus felt the arm of a gen
tleman, against whom he was pressed by the crowd,
tremble. He turned and looked at him. It was Mow
bray ; and he was looking at the lady who had just
entered. This lady was Philippa,

CHAPTER XXYI,

EENEST AND PHILIPPA.

THE young girl had never looked more beautiful.
She was clad in a simple white satin, her dazzling
arms were bare, but she wore not a single bracelet ; her
hair was carried back from her temples, and powdered
until it resembled a midnight strewed with star-dust —
but not a single jewel gUttered above her imperial brow,
or on her neck. She looked like an uncrowned queen,
and took her place as one not needing ornaments.
Poor Mowbray, as we have seen, trembled slightly as
she entered. With alt his strength he could not restrain
this exhibition of emotion.
When he had visited her so often at Shadynook she
had invariably worn a number of jewels, and seemed to
have taken an idle delight in decorating her person with
all the splendor which unlimited wealth places at the
command of those who possess it. Now she came like a
simple viUage maiden — like a May-day queen ; queen
not in virtue of her jewels or her wealth, but for her
beauty and simplicity and kindness.
If he had loved her before, poor Mowbray now more
than loved her.
All his resolutions melted before her approach, as the
iceberg thaws and dissolves beneath the rays of a tropic
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warmth again, and his cold heart once more began to
beat— his hardness to pass away ; leaving the old, true,
faithful love.
She came on carelessly through the crowd, dispensing
smiles and gay laughter. Surrounded by a host of ad
mirers, she talked with all of them at once — scattered
here a jest, there a smile ; asked here a question, replied
gaily there to one addressed to her ; and as she moved,
the crowd of gallant gentlemen moved with her, as the
stars hover around and follow in the wake of the bright
harvest moon,
Philippa was " easily foist." She had that rare joy-
ousness which is contagious, making all who come within
ita influence m'erry like itself; and with her wildest
laughter and her most careless jests, a maiden simpleness
and grace was mingled which made the "judicious"
who had "grieved" before as much her admirers as
the ruffled and powdered fine gentlemen who bowed and
smiled and whispered to her as she moved.
Poor Mowbray ! He saw what he had lost, and
groaned. This was the woman whom he loved — would have
given worlds to have love him again. This was the
bold true nature he had felt such admiration for — and
now he saw how maidenly she was, and only saw it fully
when she was lost to him.
Could she have ever uttered those cruel words which
still echoed in his heart ? — and was this kind and happy
face, this open, frank, and lovely girl, the woman who
had struck his heart so rudely ?
Could he not love her still, and go to her and say, " I
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No ; all that was over, and he might love her madly,
with insane energy, and break his heart with the thought
of her beauty and simplicity and truth ; but never would
he again approach a woman who despised him— looked
upon him as an adventurer and fortune-himter.
Still Philippa came on slowly, bowing, smiling, and
jesting — she ever approached nearer.
Mowbray felt a shudder run through his body, and
turned to leave the spot.
As he did so, he heard a voice which made his ears
tingle, his heart sink, his cheek flush, utter in the most
quiet manner, and without any exhibition of coldness or
satire or affectation, the words :
"Good evening, Mr. Mowbray. WiU you not speak
to me ?"
Mowbray became calm suddenly, by one of those
efforts of resolution which characterized him.
" Good evening, madam," he said, approaching the
young girl unconsciously ; " I trust you are well."
And wondering at himself, he stood beside her.
" I believe I am .very well," she said, smiling ; " will
you give me your arm ?"
Mowbray presented his arm, bowing calmly ; and
with a smile which embraced the whole mortified
group of gentlemen, the young girl turned away with
him. " I have not had the pleasure of seeing you — have I ?
— ^lately," she said; "where have you been, if I may-
ask a very impertinent question ?"
" At Williamsburg, madam."
" And never at Shadynook ?"
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"Yes, so I did. But then if you had much — friend
ship for me, I think you might have followed me."
Mowbray was so much moved by the fascinating
glance which accompanied these words, that he could
only murmur :
" Follow you, madam ?"
" Yes ; I believe when gentlemen have friends — ^par
ticular friends araong the ladies, and those friends leave
them, they go to seek them."
" I am unfortunately a poor law student, madam — I
have little time for visits."
Philippa smiled.
" I am afraid that is an evasion, sir," she said,
" How, madam ?"
" The true reason I fear is, that the rule I have spoken
of does not apply to you and myself"
"The rule  ?"
" That we follow our particular friends — or rather that
the gentlemen do. I fear you do not regard me in that
light." Mowbray could only say :
" Why should I not, madam ?"
PhiUppa paused for a moment ; and then said, smiling :
"ShaUIteUyou?"" Yes."
" I fancy then that something which I said in our last
interview offended you."
Tliis was a home thrust, and Mowbray could not
reply. "Answer," she said ; "did you not come away from
that interview thinking me very rude, very unladyUke,
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mine never to think of me again — and have you not
kept that resolution ?"
" No, madam," said Mowbray, replying by evasion to
the last clause of the sentence.
Philippa pouted.
" Mr. Mowbray," she said, " you are very cold. I be
Ueve I have left at least a dozen gallant wits to give you
my whole attention, and you reply to me in mono
syllable's." Mowbray felt his heart wounded by these words,
which were uttered with as much feeling as annoyance,
and replied :
" I should not have accepted your proposal, madam ;
it was selfish. I am not in very excellent spirits this
evening, and fear that I shall not be able to entertain
you. Pardon my dulness."
" No, I will not. You can be just as agreeable as you
choose, and you will not.'"
Mowbray found himself smiling at these words, and
said :
" Perhaps, then, if you will ask me some more ques
tions, madam, I may reply in something more thau
monosyllables." " Well then, sir, are you going to the May-day party
at Shadynook ?"
"I do not know — ^yes, I suppose, however. I have
promised." " Then Miss Lucy will wish to have you."
"Yes— well, IshaUgo."
" I am very glad!" said Philippa.
Mowbray could not explain the happiness he felt :
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presence of this young girl, who gave him such winning
smiles, and so obstinately refused to observe his con
straint. He had spoken truly to Hoffland ; he was in
love, and he had no longer any command over himself
He banished the thought that she was playing with his
feelings, as soon as it occurred, and gave himself up to
the intoxicating happiness which he experienced in her
presence. " You will also come to the party, will you not ?" he
said, smiling.
" Oh, yes !" said Philippa ; " they could not very well
get on without me. In the first place, Bel and myself
are to get every thing ready; I mean at Shadynook.
As to the invitations, and all the externals, they are in
trusted to that handsome gentleman yonder, who is
devouring Bel with his eyes! Can't you see him?"
added Philippa, with a merry laugh ; " poor fellpw he
is deeply in love  "
" And that you think very ridiculous ?"
" Indeed, no. I can imagine no greater compliment,
and no larger happiness, than to be sincerely loved by a
true and honest gentleman."
Mowbray looked at her sadly, but with a smile.
" There are very many honest gentlemen," he said.
"Yes, but they do not love everybody," said Philippa;
" and that for a very good reason."
" What ?"
The young girl laughed.
"Because they love themselves so much," she said.
"Gallant Adonises! they think themselves handsome,
nay, more lovely than all the maidens in the world !"
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girl, and smiled. Poor Mowbray ! where were all his
mighty resolutions — ^his fair promises — his determina
tion^ to remain an iceberg in presence of this haughty
young girl ? He was falling more deeply in love with
her every moment.
" You are very severe upon the fine gentlemen," he
said ; " I think your picture is the exception."
" No, no ! the rale ! the rale !" she went on laughing.
" Just look at them yonder. See how they smile and
simper, and press their hands to their hearts, and daintily
arrange their drop curls ! I would aS"soon be loved by
a lay-figure !"
And Philippa burst into a fit of merry laughter.
" Look !" she said ; " see that ridiculous young gentle
man near the door, with the velvet breast-knot — think of
a velvet breast-knot ! See how he daintily helps himself
to snuff from a box with a picture of Madame Pompa
dour, or some celebrated lady, upon the lid ; and see his
jewelled hand, his simpering face, his languid air, his af
fected drawl as he murmurs, ' Ah — ^yes — madam — very
— warm — but a charming — spectacle.' On my word !
I would always provide myself with a bottle of sal
volatile when such gentlemen came to see me !"
Mowbray found himself growing positively happy.
Not only were his spirits raised by the young girl's
merry and good-humored conversation, but every wOrd
which she uttered made his heart thrill more and more.
All her discourse, all her satire upon the butterflies of
the ball-room, had originated in the discussion of what
character was proper for a lover. She scouted the idea
of the love of one of these idlers atti'acting for a mo
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not a jtist conclusion, that she looked for character, and
dignity, and activity ? She pointed to his own opposite,
in grotesque colors, and laughed at her picture : then
did she not find something to like in himself? Could
she ever love him ?
And Mowbray's cheek flushed — ^his strong frame was
agitated. "The amusing part of all this is," said Philippa,
laughing, " that these gentlemen think their charms irre
sistible. Now, there is my cousin Charles — ^you know
him, I beUeve."
" Charies  ?"
" Charies Hoffland."
"Charles, your cousin!" cried Mowbray; "it is im
possible !"
" Why, what is impossible in the fact ? Possible ?
Of course it is possible !"
And Philippa laughed again more merrily than before.
"Your cousin!" repeated Mowbray; "why, Charles
is one of my best friends."
" That is very proper, sir ; then you have two friends
in the family."
And Philippa gave her cavalier an enchanting smile.
" Charles is a very excellent young man," she laughed ;
" and I am sure loves me deeply, but then any one can
see he loves himself extravagantly."
" Is it possible ! But excuse me," said Mowbray, seeing
that his astonishment annoyed his companion ; " he was
to be here to-night."
" Has he arrived ?" said Philippa, looking round with
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"TeU me when he comes," she said, shaking with
laughter ; " he 's a sad fellow, and I must lecture him."
Mowbray looked at her.
" Strange that I did not see that you were related,"
he said.
" Yery strange,"
" He resembles you strongly,"
" Yes."
" But has Ught hair."
" Has he ?"
" And is smaller, I verily believe."
" No, I believe our height is just the same. Has he
attended to his studies ?"
Mowbray smiled and shook his head,
" Not in a way to injure his health, I fear."
" Lazy fellow ! I will never marry him."
" He is then a suitor of yours, madam ? I was not aware
of the fact — and request you to pardon my criticism."
" There you are assuming your grand air again," said
Philippa, laughing ; " please leave it at home when you
come to see me. Ah! you smile again — that pleases
me. What did you ask ? ' Was Charies my suitor — did
he love me?' Yes, I am convinced that he loves me
devotedly, as deeply as a man can love any thing — as
much, that is to say, as he loves himself!"
And the young girl burst into another flt of laughter,
and positively shook with merriment.
"Did you become well acquainted with him?" she
asked, after a pause ; " Charles is not stiff-— too free and
easy, I fear, and I am sure you — ^liked him."
" Indeed, I did," said Mowbray ; " he was a great
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something strangely familiar in his face. Singular that I
never observed how closely he resembled you."
"That was because you did not think of me very
frequently." Mowbray colored.
" I thought of you too often, I fear," he said in a low
tone. " And never came to see me — ^that is a probable tale,"
she said, coloring also, and glancing with a mixture of
mirth and timidity at him.
Their eyes met ; — those eloquent pleaders said much
in that second.
" I have suffered much," he said ; " my heart is not
very strong — I was deceived — ^I could not-' — "
And Mowbray would have said something still more
signiflcant of his feeUngs, but for his companion's pres
ence of mind. She observed, with womanly tact, that a
number of eyes were flxed upon them, and adroitly
diverted the conversation from the dangerous direction
it was taking.
" I do not see Charles," she said, laughing and blush
ing ; " did you not say he promised to be here ?"
" Yes," murmured Mowbray.
" He 's a great idler, but I love him very much," she
said, laughing, " Tell me, Mr. Mowbray, as a friend —
you know him well-^-could I find a better husband ?"
Mowbray colored;
" He has a noble heart," he said ; " do I understand
that  "
"I love him? Yes, I cannot deny it truly; and why
should I not make him happy? — ^for he loves me sin
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Mowbray felt his heart sink. Then that new-bora
hope was doomed to disappointment — that fancy was
all folly ! His miseries would be only deeper for the
brief taste of happiness. He could not reply ; he only
muttered some inarticulate words, which Philippa did
not seem to hear.
" I will decide flnaUy on the day of the party at
Shadynook," she said, smiUng ; " and now let us leave
the subject. But do not forget to teU me when Charles
enters," she added, laughing.
Poor Mowbray ! he felt his heart oppressed with a
new and more bitter emotion. The company thought
him happy in exclusive possession of the lovely girl's
society — ^his side was pierced with a cruel, rankling
thorn.

CHAPTER XX\^II.
THE LAST CHANCE OF JACQUES.
WHILE Mowbray and Philippa were holding their
singular colloquy in one portion of the laughing
and animated crowd, our friend Sir Asinus, with that
perseverance which characterized his great intellect, was
endeavoring to make an impression on the heart of the
maiden of his love. But it was all in vain.
In vain did Sir Asinus dance minuets without number,
execute bows beyond example — the Uttle maiden obsti
nately persisted in bestowing her smiles on her compan
ion, Bathurst.
That young gentleman finaUy bore her off triumphant
ly on his arm.
Sir Asinus stood still for a moment, then sent these
remarkable words after the little damsel :
" You have crushed a faithful heart — you have spurned
a deep affection, beautiful and fascinating maiden. " In
ured to female charms, and weary of philosophy, I found
in thee the ideal of my spirit — ti"uth and simplicity :
the fates forbid, and henceforth I am nought! Never
again look up, O maiden, to my window, when the
morning sun shines on it, as you pass to school — expect to
see me in those fair domains no more ! Henceforth I am
a wanderer, and am homeless. In my bark, named in
past days the Rebecca, I -wiU seek some foreign clime,
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218 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON; OE,
and nevermore retum to these shores. I'll buy me a
fiddle in Italy, and hobnob with gondoUers, singing the
songs of Tasso on Yenetian waters. Never again expect
to see my face at the window as you go on merrily — I
leave my native shore to-morrow, and am gone !"
¦With which words — words which terrified the little
damsel profoundly^Sir Asinus folded his arms, and in
this position, with a sad scowl npon his face, passed forth
into the night.
As he reached the door of the Raleigh, he perceived
Mrs. Wimple and one or two elderly ladies getting into a
chariot ; and behind them Jacques leading BeUe-bouche
triumphantly toward his small two-seated vehicle.
Jacques was radiant, and this the reader may possibly
understand, if he wiU recollect the scheme of this gentle
man—to address BeUe-bouche where no fate could inter
rupt him.
As Sir Asinus passed on, frowning, Jacques cast upon
that gentleman a look which expressed triumphant hap
piness. " You won't interrupt me on my way back, will you?"
he said, smiling ; " eh, my dear Sir Asinus ?"
Sir Asinus ground his teeth.
BeUe-bouche was safely stowed into the vehicle-
Jacques gathered up the reins, was about to get in —
when, disastrous fate! the voice of Mrs. Wimple was
heard, declaring that the night had grown too cool for
her beloved niece to ride iu the open air.
Sir Asinus Ungered and Ustened with sombre pleasure.
In vain did Jacques remonstrate, and BeUe-bouche
declare the night delightful: Aunt Wimple, strong in
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So BeUe-bouche with a little pout got down, and
Jacques cursing his evil stars, assisted her into the cha
riot. Would he not come in,-and spend the night at Shady
nook? — they could make rooin for him by squeezing,
said Aunt Wimple.
No, no, he could not inconvenience them — ^he would
not be able to stay at Shadynook — he hoped they would
have a pleasant journey ; and as the chariot rolled off,
the melancholy Jacques gazed after it with an expres
sion of profound misery.
He felt a hand upon his shoulder ; he turned and saw
Sir Asinus, But Sir Asinus was not deriding him — ^he
was groaning,
" Let us commit suicide," said the knight, in gloomy
tones, Jacques started.
" Suicide !"
" The night is favorable, and my hopes are dead, like
yours," said Sir Asinus, gloomily.
" Tliat is enough to kill at one time," said the melan
choly Jacques ; " mine are not — animation is only sus
pended. On the whole, my defer friend, 1 am opposed
to your proposition. Good night !"
And Jacques, with a melancholy smile, departed.
Sir Asinus, with a gesture of despair, rushed forth into
the night. Whether that gentleman had been reading
romances or not, we cannot say ; but as he disappeared,
he bore a strong resemblance to a desperate lover bent
on mischief.
Within, the reel had now begun — that noble di-
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220 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
vanquished, overwhelmed, driven from the field, and
weeping their departed glories. For the reel is a high
mystery — ^it is superior to all — it cannot be danced be
yond the borders of Yirginia — as the Seville orange of
commerce loses its flavor, and is nothing. The reel ends
ail the festivities of the old Yirginian gatherings, and
crowns with its supreme merriment the pyramid of mirth.
When it is danced properly, — to proper music, by the
proper persons, and with proper ardor, — all the elements
break loose. Mirth and music and bright eyeS respect
ively shower, thunder and lighten. In the old days, it
snowed too — for the powder fell in alabaster dust and
foamy clouds, and crammed the air with fragrance.
As for the reel which they danced at the Raleigh
tavern, in the Apollo room, upon the occasion we allude
to, who shall speak of it with adequate justice? Jacques
lost it — tulip-like, the king of grace — BeUe-bouche was
with him ; and a thousand eyes were on the inaze, — ^the
maze which flashed, and buzzed, and rustled, ever mer
rier — and glittered with its diamonds and fer brighter
eyes — and ever grew more tangled and more simple,
one and many, complicate and single, while the music
roared above in flashing cadences and grand ambrosial
grace. And merrier feet were never seen. The Uttle maidens
seemed to pour their hearts out in the enchanting diver-
tisement, and the whole apartment, with its dazzling
lights and flowers, was full of laughter, mirth, and holi
day from end to end. When the final roar of the vio
lins dropped into silence, and so crumbled into nothing,
all was ended. Cavaliers offered their arms — ladies
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burdens ; and in another hour, the joyous festival was
but a recollection. After the reel — nothingness.
The Apollo room was still again — waiting for other
men than youthful gallants, other words than fiattering
compliments. And Mowbray went home with a wounded heart,
which all the smiles of Philippa could not heal — for
Hoffland was his rival. Denis went home with a happy
heart, for Lucy had smiled on him. Sir Asinus was
miserable — ^boy Bathurst was happy. The ball at the
Raleigh was a true microcosm, where John smiled and
James sighed, and all played on, and went away miser
able or the reverse.
And so it ended.

CHAPTER XXYIII.
8IE ASINUS INTENDS POE EUEOPE.
THE morning of the May-day festival dawned bright
and joyous ; — ^nature seemed to be smiUng, and the
"rosy-bosomed hours" began their flight toward the
west, with that brilliant splendor which they always
deck themselves in, in the merry month of May.
Jacques rose early, and was at his mirror betimes.
He had selected a suit of extraordinary richness, made
with express reference to the rainbow; and when he
drew on his coat, and took a last survey of himself in the
mirror, he smiled — no longer sighed — and thought of
BeUe-bouche with the triumphant feeling of a general
who has driven the enemy at last into a corner.
He issued forth and mounted his gay charger, which,
with original and brilUant taste, he had decked with
ribbons for the joyous festival ; and as he got into the
saddle and gathered up the reins, a Uttle crowd of di
minutive negro boys, with sadly dilapidated garments,
cringed before him, and threw up their caps and split the
air with "hoora's" in his honor.
Jacques pranced forth from the Raleigh stable yard in
state, and took his way along Gloucester street, the ad
miration of every beholder. He was going to glory and
conquest — ^probably : he was on his way to happiness —
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all the human family, and even, in passing, cast his
thoughts on Sir Asinus,
That gentleman's window was open, and something
strange seemed to be going on -within.
And as Jacques drew nearer, he observed a placard
dangling from the window. This placard bore in huge
letters the mournful words :
"the WITHIN INTENDS FOE EUEOPE ON THE MOEEOW."
Jacques felt his conscience smite him — ^he could not
let his friend depart without bidding him adieu. He
dismounted, tied his horse, and laughing to himself, as
cended to the chamber of the knight.
A sad sight awaited him.
Seated upon a travelling trunk, with a visage which
had become elongated to a really distressing degree. Sir
Asinus was sighing, and casting a last lingering look
behind. His apartment was in great disorder — presenting
indeed that negligent appearance which rooms are ac
customed to present, when their occupants are about to
depart. The books 'were all stowed away in boxes — ^the
pictures taken down — the bed unmade — the sofa littered
with papers, and the violin, and flute — the general air of
the desolate room, that of a man who has parted with
his last hope and wishes to exist no longer.
But the appearance of Sir Asinus was worse than that
of his apartment.
"Good moming, my dear Jacques," said the knight,
sighing ; '^you visit me at a sad moment,"
Jacques smiled.
" I am just on the wing."
"As I see,"

224 " From my placard, eh ?"
"Yes."" Well, have you any commands ?"
"For Europe?"
" Precisely,"
"Well — no," said Jacques, with indecorous le-vity;
" except that you will present my respects to Pitt and
Barre." "Scoffer!""Hey! who scoffed?"
"You!""I did not."
" You laugh, unworthy friend that you are," said Sir
Asinus ; " you deride me."
" Not at aU."
" You rejoice at my departure."
"No."
" At any rate, you are not sorry," said Sir Asinus,
sighing ; " and I return the compliment. I myself am
not sorry to part with the unworthy men who have mis
understood nie, and persecuted me. A martyr to politi
cal ideas — to love for my country — ^I go to foreign lands
to seek a home."
And having uttered this melancholy sentence, the
woful knight twirled his thumbs, and sighed piteously.
As for Jacques, he smiled.
" When do you leave ?" he said.
Sir Asinus pointed to the placard,
" On the morrow ?"
"Yes."" Well, there is time yet to attend the May-festival at
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" No, no," said Sir Asinus, sighing ; " no, I thank
you. I have had all my noble aspirations chilled — ^my
grand ideas destroyed ; my heart is no longer flt for
merriment, I depart,"
And rising, Sir Asinus seated himself upon the table
disconsolately, Jacques looked at him and smiled,
" Do you know, my dear Asinus," he said, " that you
present at this moment the grandest and most heroic
picture ? When a great man suffers, the world should
weep," " Instead of which, you laugh,"
" I ? I am not laughing,"
" You are smiUng."
" That is because, for the first time in my life, I am
nearly happy."
"Happy? Would that I were! Happy? It is a
word which I seldom have use for," said Sir Asinus,
dangling his legs and sighing piteously.
" Why not endeavor to use it ?"
" I cannot."
" Come and laugh -with us at Shadynook."
" I no longer laugh."
" You weep ?"
" No : my grief is too deep for tears — it is dried up — <.
I mean the tears."
" Poor fellow !"
" There you are pitying my afflictions — spare me !"
" I do pity you. To see the noble and joyous Sir
Asinus grow melancholy — tc see those legs, which ers-*
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226 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON; OE,
— to see that handsome visage so drawn down ; is there
no occasion for pity ?"
And Jacques sighed,
" Well, weU," said Sir Asinus, " I am glad you came,
spite of your unworthy banter, you unfeeUng fellow, I
I wish to send some messages to my friends,"
"What are they?"
" First, to BeUe-bouche — love and remembrance."
" That is beautiful ; and I never knew these words yet
fail to touch the heart,"
" To aU the boys, the fond regards of him who goes
from them — a martyr to the attempt to uphold their
rights." "That is affectmg too."
" To the little dame who passed with you some days
ago — ^Miss Martha Wayles by name — ^but no ; nothing
to her."
And Sir Asinus groaned.
" Nothing ?" said Jacques.
" No ; the memory of my love for her shaU never
grieve her ; let us say no more, Jacques, my fiiend. I
have finished."
" And what do you leave to me ?" said Jacques,
"My affection."
" I would prefer that vioUn."
" No, no, my friend ; it wiU comfort me on my voy
age. Now farewell !"
" ShaU I see you no more ?"
" No more."
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" True, true," said Jacques ; " and if you really must
go, farewell. Write to me."
" Yes."
" Let us embrace."
"Willingly."
And Sir Asinus caught his friend in his arms and
sniffled. Jacques, with his head over his friend's shoulder,
chuckled, " Now farewell," said Sir Asinus ; " perhaps some day
I may return— farewell."
And covering his eyes, he turned away.
Jacques took out his pocket-handkerchief — pressed his
fi-iend's hand for the last time, and departed.
He moulited his horse, gathered up the reins, and set
forward again toward Shadynook, leaving the discon
solate Sir Asinus to finish his preparations for departure
in his beautiful sail-boat the Rebecca.
Poor Sir Asinus ! He had not the courage to caU it
the MaHha : disappointed in love and poUtics, he no
longer clung to either, and thought the best name after
all would be the Maetye,

CHAPTER XXIX.
THE MAY Festival.
IF not as splendid as the great ball at the Raleigh, the
festi-val at Shadynook was declared by aU to be far
more pleasant.
At an early hour in the forenoon bevies of lovely girls
and graceful cavaUers began to arrive, and the various
parties scattered themselves over the lawn, the garden,
through the grove and the forest, with true sylvan free
dom and unrestraint.
Shadynook, thanks to the active exertions of BeUe-
bouche and PhiUppa, was one bower of roses and other
fiowers. All the windows were festooned with them —
the tables were great pyramids of wreaths ; and out
upon the lawn the blossoms from the trees showered
down upon the animated throng, and made the children
laugh — for many Uttle girls were there — and snowing on
the cavaliers, made them like heralds of the spring ; "and
lying on the earth, a rosy velvet carpet, almost made the
old poetic fiction true, and gave the damsels of the
laughing crowd an opportunity to walk " ankle-deep in
flowers." The harpsichord was constantly in use ; and those old
Scottish songs, which echo now like some lost memory
to our grandfathers and grandmothers — we are writing
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and made the spring more bright; and many gallant
hearts were there enslaved, and sighed whenever they
heard sung again those joyous or.^sad ditties of the Scot
tish muse.
Books lay about with lovely poems in them — written
by the fine old Sucklings and Tom Stanleys — ^breathing
high chivalric homage to the fair ; and volumes of en
gravings, full of castles or bright pictures of Arcadian
scenes — brought thither by the melancholy Jacques as
true-love offerings — or sunset views where evening died
away a purple margin on the blue Italian skies.
And here and there, on mantelpieces and side-tables,
were grotesque ornaments in china ; and odd figures cut
in glass of far Bohemia ; and painted screena and em
broidery. And through the crowd ran yelping more
than one small lap-dog, trodden on by children, who
cried out .with merriment thereat.
Belle-bouchei had rightly judged that many children
should be invited ; forif bouquets are bright and plea
sant, so are merry childish faces ; and so dozens of young
maidens, scarcely in their teens, and full of wild delight,
ran here and there, playing -with each other, and seeking
BeUe-bouche — ^kind, loving BeUe-bouche — every now and
then, to say that something was so pretty, and she was
so good ! Whereat BeUe-bouche would smile, and play
with their curls, and they would run and play again.
There was this observable fact about the young lady
who has appeared so frequently in our little narrative,
illustrating its dull pages with her languishing and joy
ful smiles, showering upon it the tender grace of her fair
countenance and innocent eyes — there was this to be
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230 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON; OE,
loved by children. She always had them round her
when she went where they were, smiling and looking up
to her with innocent faces — fi'om the Uttle infantile prat
tlers just from the nursery, to those who, passing into
their bright teens, began to study how they might best
fulfil their duty in society — enslave the gallants. All
loved BeUe-bouche, and on this occasion she had scarcely
a moment's rest.
Her own companions loved her too devotedly, and if
any one had asked the crowd assembled, what was the
brightest picture, the fairest ornament of the whole
festival, they would have with one voice declared— the
little hostess. Philippa, with her queenly brow and
ready laughter, did not receive one-half the devoted
attention which was lavished on her companion; and
indeed BeUe-bouche was the toast of the whole assembly.
The finest cavaliers gathered around her and paid her
their addresses — all smiled on her, and paid homage to
her. Her joy was full.
But see the finest gentleman of all approach — the no
longer melancholy, the joyful and superb knight of the
ribbon-decorated horse !
Jacques approached with the air of a captive prince —
submissive, yet proud. He smiled,
" Beautiful queen of May," he said, traiUng his plumed
hat upon the floor, "behold your slave. Never did
shepherd in the vales of Arcady pay truer homage to
his Daphne's charms than I do to those of our hostess !"
This was considered a pretty speech, and BeUe-bouche
was about to reply with a smile, when Uttle Martha
Wayles, who was present in a pink-gauze dress and lace,
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" Oh; my goodness ! just look there !"
" What is it ?" asked the company.
"There, through the window," said little Martha,
blushing at the attention she excited.
"What?"" That horse with ribbons !"
The company gazed through the window, and began
to laugh. There indeed was the horse of Jacques,
splendid in all the colors of the rainbow, pawing and
tossing his head as the groom led him away.
" A little romance of mine," said Jacques, smiling ;
"I trust 'tis not considered in bad taste — I had a
crook  "
" A crook ?"
" Yes, wreathed with flowers, as was the custom, I
believe, in Arcadia ; but I feared it would attract atten
tion in the town, and I left it," said Jacques, with lamb
like innocence.
This saUy was greeted with tumultuous applause.
" A crook !" cried the damsels.
" An excellent idea !"
" So sylvan !"
" And so appropriate !"
" We may have as many as we fancy, I believe," said
Jacques, smiling ; " I have prepared a number as an in
troduction to the festival : they are in the garden, ladies,
already wreathed with flowers !"
The company rose in a mass to go and get them, and
soon they were in the garden ; then scattered over the
lawn ; then every where, laughing, making merry, and
behaving like a crowd of children released from school.
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232 THE YOUTH OP JEFFEESON; OE,
closely resembled the pictures we are accustomed to see
upon the fans which ladies use even to the present day.
Their little airs of sylvan simplicity were very pretty ;
and the gallant gentlemen were not backward in their
part. They bowed and simpered until they resembled
so many supple-jacks, pulled by the flnger of a child.
"Look," said Jacques to BeUe-bouche, and sighing
slightly as he gazed upon the fresh beauty of her face ;
" see those lovers yonder  "
" Lovers ?" said BeUe-bouche, smiling.
" I am not mistaken, I think," said Jacques ; " yes,
yes, my queen, they are lovers. Do you not think that
something like that which I spoke of formerly will come
to pass ?"
BeUe-bouche, with a delicious little rose-color brighten
ing her cheek, replied, patting her satin-sandalled foot
upon the flowery sward :
" Which you spoke of — pray, what did you speak of?"
" Of my wish to be a shepherd  "
"Ah — a shepherd," said BeUe-bouche, removing a
cherry blossom from her hair, and smiling.
" Yes, my lovely queen," said Jacques, with great
readiness; "I wished to be a shepherd and have a
crook  "
" Oh, sir !"
" And that my Arcadian love should also have one
and draw me — so that passing through the fields  "
" Oh, yes  "^
" I might kiss her hand  "
" Yes, yes  "
"And passing through the forests wrap her in my
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BeUe-bouche laughed.
" And crossing the streams on narrow moss-clad logs,
support her with my arm — as the dearest and most
blessed treasure upon earth!" cried Jacques, seizing the
hand of BeUe-bouche, which hung do-wn, and enraptured
that she did not -withdraw it.
BeUe-bouche understood perfectly that Jacuqes re
ferred to their meeting on that day when she had been
reading in the forest, and had fled fi-om him across the
stream. Her roseate blush betrayed her.
" If only that bright dream of love could be a reality
for me !" he whispered ; " if one I love so  "
"Oh, Miss Bel ! the girls sent for you — the pyramid
is ready !" cried the merry voice of little Martha.
And running toward BeUe-bouche, the girl told her
that they really must have her in the garden " before
the procession commenced."
Poor Jacques drew back groaning.
" There 's another chance gone !" he sighed ; " what
luck I have ! I 'm always interrupted, and the fates are
leagued against me."
BeUe-bouche left him with a blush and a smile, and
disappeared. Ten minutes afterwards the company had reassembled
on the lawn, and seemed to be anxiously expecting some
thing. This something suddenly niade its appearance, and
advanced into the open space with merriment and
laughter. It was a party of young girls who, clad in all the
colors of the rainbow, bore in their midst a pyramid of
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234 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON; OE,
with strawberries and early fruits. It was a revival of
the old' May-day ceremonies in London, when the milk
maids wreathed their buckets with flowers, and passed
from door to door, singing and asking presents. Jacques
had arranged it all — the philosophic and antiquarian
Jacques ; and with equal taste he had selected the beauti
ful verses of Marlow or Shakspeare, for the chorus of
maidens. The maidens approached the company, therefore, mer
rily singing, in their childlike voices, the song :
" Come live with me and be my love,
And -we -will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, or hills, or flelds.
Or woods and steepy mountains yields ;
" "Where we will sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed our flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
" And I will make thee beds of roses.
And then a thousand fragrant posies ;
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle.
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle ;
" A gown made of the finest wool,
"Which from our pretty lambs we pull ;
Slippers lined choicely for the cold,
'With buckles of the purest gold ;
" A belt of straw and i-vy biids,
'With coral clasps and amber studs :
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live -with me and be my love."
As the song ended, Uttle Martha came forth from the

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throng, and holding in her hand a small crook, went
round with a very laughing face asking charity from the
applauding company.
" Only a penny, sir !" she said, motioning back a pis
tole which Mr. Jack Denis held out ga;ily.
And then — the collection ended— the young girls of
the masquerade hurried back to rid themselves of their
pyramid. Mr. Jack Denis and Miss Lucy Mowbray, who had
just arrived with her brother, bent their steps toward
the grove, through which ran a purling stream; and
thither they were followed after a little by Miss Martha
Wayles and her admirer, Bathurst. We cannot follow
them and listen to their conversation — that would be in
decorous. But we may be permitted to say that two
young ladies — one very young — on that morning plighted
their troth to two young gentlemen — one very young.
And if they blushed somewhat, upon returning, it was
an honest blush, which the present chronicler for one
will not laugh at.
In the garden all by this time was joyous and wild
merriment. The young ladies were rimning here and
there ; servants wei-e preparing in a flowery retreat a
long table full of fruits and every delicacy ; and merriest
of all. Miss Philippa was scattering on every side her
joyous and contagious laughter.
Suddenly this laughter of the young lady ceased, and
she colored slightly.
She saw Mowbray looking at her with a glance of so
much love, that she could not support his gaze.
In a moment he was at her side. . " Will you not walk
with me ?" she said, without waiting for him to address

236 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
her ; and in a moment her arm was in his own, and they
were strolling away. They went toward a noble old
oak, in the branches of which was flxed a platform, and
this platform was approached by a movable sort of
ladder. The leaves around the platform were so dense
that it was impossible to see any one who might be
sitting within.
As Mowbray and Philippa approached, the ladder
was seen suddenly to move, a little exclamatioii was
heard, and the next moment the movable steps rose erect,
balanced themselves for an instant, and fell to the
ground, cutting off all connection between the platform
and the ground.
At the same moment a triumphant voice muttered :
"Now let me see them interrupt me!"
Mowbray and Philippa did not hear it ; they passed
on, silent and embarrassed.
Philippa, it was evident, had something to say, and
scarcely knew how to begin; she hesitated, laughed,
blushed, and patted the ground petulantly with her little
foot. At last she said, with a smile and a blush :
"I asked you to offer me your arm for an especial
purpose. Can you guess what that purpose was ?"
Mowbray smiled, and repUed :
" I am afraid not."
" I wished to tell you a tale."
"A tale?"
" A history, if you please ; and as you are a thinker,
and an impartial one, to ask your opinion."
" I am sure you do me a great deal of honor," said
Mowbray, smiling with happiness ; " I listen."
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A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 237
violently than before with her silken-sandalled foot, and
biting her lip, was silent,
Mowbray looked at her, and saw the blush upon her
cheek. She raised her head — their eyes met; and the
blush deepened.
" Do not look at me," she said, turning away her head
and bursting into a constrained laugh; "I never could
bear to have any one look at me."
" It is a very severe request, but I will obey you," he
said, smiling ; " now for your history."
" It will surprise you, I suppose," she said, with her
daring laugh again ; " but listen. Do not interrupt me.
Well, sir, once upon a time — you see I begin in true tale
fashion — once upon a time, there was a young girl who
had the misfortune to be very rich. She had been left
an orphan at an early age, and never knew the love and
tenderness of parents. Well, sir, as was very natural,
this young woman, with all her wealth, experienced one
want — ^but that was a great one — the necessity of having
some one to love her. I will be brief, sir — ^let me go on
uninterruptedly. One day this young woman saw pass
before her a man whose eyes and words proved that he
had some affection for her — enough that it was after
wards shown that she was not mistaken. At the time,
however, she doubted his affection. Her unhappy
wealth had made her suspicious, and she experienced a
sort of horror of giving her heart to some one who loved
her wealth and not herself Let me go on, sir ! I must
not be interrupted ! Well, she doubted this gentleman ;
and one day said to him what she afterwards bitterly
regretted. She determined to charge him with merce
nary intentions, and watch his looks and Usten to his

238 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
words, and test him. He listened, replied coldly, and
departed, lea-ring her nearly heart-broken, for his nature
was not one which any woman could despise."
Mowbray looked at her strangely. She went on.
"She watched for him day after day — ^lie did not
come. She was angry, and yet troubled ; she doubted,
and yet tried to justify herself. But even when he left
her, she had conceived a mad scheme — it was to go and
become his companion, and so test him. This she did,
assuming the dress of a man : was it not very indelicate,
sir, and could she have been a lady ? I see you start —
but do not interrupt me. Let me go on. The young
woman assumed, as I said, an impenetrable disguise
— ^ingratiated herself with him, and found out aU his
secrets. The precious secret which she had thus braved
conventionaUty to discover, was her o-wn. He loved
her — ^yes! he loved her!" said the young girl, with
a tremor of the voice and a beating heart ; " she could
not be mistaken! In moments of unreserve, of confi
dence, he told her all, as one friend tells another, and
she knew that she was loved. Then she threw off her
disguise — ^finding him noble and sincere— and came to
him and told him. all. She saw that he was incredulous
— could not realize such indelicacies in the woman he
loved; and to make her humiliation complete, she
proved to him, by producing a trifle he had given her,
in her disguise — like this, sir."
And Philippa with a trembUng hand drew forth the
fringed gloves which she had procured fi-om Mowbray
at the Indian Camp. They fell from her outstretched
hand — it shook.
Mowbray was pale, and his eyes were full of wonder.

A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. 239
" Before leaving him, this audacious young girl was
more than once convinced that the wild and unworthy
freak she had undertaken to play, would lower her in
his estimation ; but she did not di-aw back. Her train ¦
ing had been bad; she enjoyed her liberty. Not untU
she had resumed the dress of her sex, did she awake to
the consciousness of the great social transgression she
had been guilty of She then went to him and told him
all, and stopped him when he tried to speak — do not
speak, sir! — and bade him read the words she had
written him, as she left him  "
Mowbray, with an unconscious movement, took from
his pocket the letter left by Hoffland in the post-office,
on the morning of the ball.
Philippa took it from his hand, and opened it.
" Pardon, Ernest !"
These words were all it contained ; and the young girl
pointing to them, dropped the letter and burst into a
flood of passionate tears. Her impulsive nature had
fairly spent itself, and but for the circling arm of Mow
bray she would have fallen.
In a moment her head was on his bosom — she was
weeping passionately ; and Mowbray forgot all, and only
saw the woman whom he Ic^ed,
Need we say that he did not utter one word of com
ment on her narrative? Poor Mowbray! he was no
statue, and the hand which she had promised him
laughingly on that moming, now lay in his own ; the
proud and haughty girl was conquered by a power far
stronger than her pride ; and over them the meiTy blos
soms showered, the orioles sang, and Nature laughed to
see her perfect triumph.

240

THE YOUTH OF- JEFFEESON ; OE,

When Philippa returned to the company she was very
silent, and blushed deeply, holding to her face the hand
kerchief which Hoffland had picked up. But no one
noticed her ; all was in confusion.
Where was BeUe-bouche? That was the question,
and a hundred voices asked it. She had disappeared ;
and Jacques too was nowhere to be seen. The banquet
was ready ; where was the hostess ?
It was in the middle of all this uproar that a voice was
heard from the great oak, and looking up, the laughing
throng perceived the radiant face of Jacques framed
among the leaves, and looking' on them.
"My friends," said Jacques, "the matter is very
simple — ^be good enough to raise those steps."
And the cavalier pointed to the prostrate ladder.
With a burst of laughter, the steps were raised and
placed against the oak. And then Jacques was observed
to place his foot upon them, leading by the hand — ^BeUe-
bouche. BeUe-bouche was blushing much more deeply than
Philippa ; and Jacques was the picture of happiness. Is
it too much to suppose that he had this time stolen a
march on the inimical fates, and forced BeUe-bouche to
answer him ? Is it extravagant to fancy that her reply
was not, No ?
And so they descended, and the company, laughing at
the mishap, hastened toward the flower and fruit deco
rated table, and the banquet inaugurated itself joyously.
And in the midst of all, who should make his appear
ance but — the gallant Sir Asinns ! Sir Asinus, no longer
intending for Europe, but satisfied with Yirginia ; no
longer woful, but in passable good spirits; no longer

A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SOEAPES. 241
melancholy, but surveying those around him with affec
tionate regard.
And see him, in the midst of laughter aud applause,
mount on the end of a barrel which had held innumera
ble cakes, holding a paper in his hand, and calling for
attention. Listen !
"Whereas," reads Sir Asinus, "the undersigned has
heretofore at different times expressed opinions of his
Majjesty, and of the Established Church, and of the
noble aristocracy of England and Yirginia, derogatory
to the character of the said Majesty, and so forth ; — also,
whereas, he has unjustly slandered the noble and sub
lime College of William and Mary, so called from tlieir
gracious majesties, deceased ;— and whereas, the said
opinions have caused great personal inconvenience to
the undersigned, and whereas he is tired of martyrdom
and exile : Therefore, be it hereby promulgated, that the •
undersigned doth here and now publicly declare himself
ashamed of the said opinions, and doth abjure them:
And doth declare his Majesty George III. the greatest
of kings since Dionysius of Syracuse and Nero ; and his
great measure, the Stamp Act, the noblest legislation
since the edict of Nantz. And further, the undersigned
doth uphold the great Established Church, and revere
its niinisters, so justly celebrated for their piety and card-
playing, their proficiency in theology, and their familiar
ity with that great religions epic of the Reformation,
'Reynard the Fox' — the study of which they pursue
even on horseback. And lastly, the said undersigned
doth honor the great college of Yirginia, and revere
the aristocracy, and respect entails, and spurn the com-
11

242 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON.
mon classes as becomes a gentleman and honest citizen ;
and in all other things doth conform himself to es
tablished rules, being convinced that whatever is, is
right : and to the same hath set his hand, this twentieth
day of May, in the year 1764."
Having finished which. Sir Asinus casts a melancholy
glance upon little Martha, and adds :
" Now, my friends, let us proceed to enjoy the mate
rial comforts. Let us begin to eat, my friends."
And sitting do-wn upon the barrel, the knight seizes a
goblet and raises it aloft, and drinks to all the crowd.
And all the crowd do likewise, laughing merrily ; and
over them the blossoms shower -with every odorous
breeze; and with the breeze mingles a voice which
whispers in a maiden's ear :
" Arcadia at last !"

CHAPTER XXX.

ILLUSTEATIONS,

PERHAPS a few veritable extracts from the pub
lished correspondence of him whom, following a
habit of his own, we ha»ve called Sir Asinus, may show
the origin of some allusions in our chronicle. These
short selections are arranged of course to suit the pur
pose of the narrative. Beginning with the " rate," we
very appropriately end with a marriage — as in the
case of that gentleman who was " led such a life " by
the rate, that " he had to go to London to get himself a
wife."  " This very day, to others the day of greatest
mirth and joUity, sees me overwhelmed with more and
greater misfortunes than have befallen a descendant of
Adam for these thousand years past, I am sure. I am
now in a house surrounded with enemies who take coun
sel together against my soul, and when I lay me down
to rest, they say among themselves. Come, let us destroy
him. I am sure if there is such a thing as a devil in
this world, he must have been here last night, and have
had some hand in contriving what happened to me. Do
you think the cursed rate (at his instigation, I suppose)
did not eat up my pocket-book, which was in my pocket,
within a foot of my head? And not contented with

2-14 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
plenty for the present, they carried- away my jemmy-
worked silk garters, and half a dozen new minuets I had
just got, to serve, I suppose, as provision for the winter.
But of this I should not have accused the devil, (because
you know rate will be rate, and hunger, without the ad
dition of his instigations, might have urged them to do
this,) if something worse, and from a different quarter,
had not happened. You know it rained last night, or if
you do not know it, I am sure I do. When I went to
bed I laid my watch in the usual place, and going to
take her up after I arose this merning, I found her in the
same place, 'tis true, but, quantum mutatus ab illo!
afloat in water, let in at a leak in the roof of the house,
and as silent and still as the rats that had eat my pocket-
book. Now you know if chance had had any thing to do
in this matter, there were a thousand other spots where it
might have chanced to leak as weU as this one, which
was perpendicularly over my watch. But I 'U tell you,
it 's my opinion that the devil came and bored the hole
over it on purpose. Well, as I was saying, my poor
watch had lost her speech. I should not have cared
much for this, but.something worse attended it ; the sub
tle particles of the water with which the case was filled,
had by their penetration so overcome the cohesion of
the particles of paper, of which my dear picture and
watch-paper were composed, that in attempting to ta.ke
them out to dry them, my cursed fingers gave them such
a rent as I fear I never shall get over 1 Multis fortun<B
vulneribus percussus, huic uni me impa/rem' sensi, et
penitus succubui. I would have cried bitterly, but I
thought it beneath the dignity of a man, and a raan too
who had read ^ai orav^ t« /«,£» e^' ^/ftiv r» inx £^' >i/tt(V. I do

A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. 245
wish the devil had old Coke, for I am sure I never was
SO tired of an old dull scoundrel in my life, ^he
old fellows say we must read to gain knowledge,
and gain knowledge to make us happy and be ad
mired. Mere ja/rgon ! Is there any such thing as hap
piness in this world ? No, And as for admiration, 1
am sure the man who powders most, perfumes most,
embroidei-s most, and talks most nonsense, is most ad
mired,"  " This letter will be conveyed to you by the
assistance of our friend Warner Lewis, Poor fellow !
never did I see one more sincerely captivated in my
life. He walked to the Indian Camp with her yester
day, by which means he had an opportunity of giving
her two or three love-squeezes by the hand ; and like a
true Arcadian swain, has been so enraptured ever since
that he is company for no one."
 " Last night, as merry^as agreeable company
and dancing with Belinda in the Apollo could make me,
I never could have thought the succeeding sun would
have seen me so -wretched as I now am ! Affairs at
W. and M. are in the greatest confusion. Walker,
McClury, and Wat Jones are expelled pro tempore, or
as Horrox softens it, rusticated for a month. Lewis
Burwell, Warner Lewis, and one Thompson have fied to
escape^flagellafion."  "I wish I had followed your example and
wrote in Latin, and that I had called my dear, Campcma
in die, instead of ahiXe^." — (" The lady here aUuded to is

246 THE YOUTH OF JEFFEESON ; OE,
manifestly the Miss Rebecca Burwell mentioned in his
first letter; but what suggested the quaint designa
tion of her is not so obvious. In the first of them,
Belinda, translated into dog Latin, which was there as
elsewhere one of the facetiae of young coUegians, be
came Cavnpana in die, that is, bell in day. In the
second, the name is reversed, and becomes Adnileb,
which for further security is written in Greek charac
ters, and the lady spoken of in the masculine gender."
—Note of Editor.)
 ""When you see Patsy Dandridge, tell her,
' God bless her.' I do not like the ups and downs of a
country life : to-day you are frolicking with a fine girl,
and to-morrow you are moping by yourself Thank
God ! I shall shortly be where my happiness will be less
interrupted. I shall salute all the girls below in your
name, particularly S  y P-  ^r. Dear Will, I have
thought of the cleverest plan of Ufe that can be im
agined. You exchange your land for Edgehill, or I
mine for Fairfields; you marry S  ^y P  r, I marry
R  a B  1, join and get a pole chair and a pair of
keen horses, practise the law in the same, courte, and
drive about to all the dances in the country together.
How do you Uke it ? Well, I am sorry you are at such
a distance I cannot hear your answer ; however, you
must let me know it by the first opportunity, and all
the other news in the world which you imagine will
affect me,"
 " With regard to the scheme which I proposed
lO you some time since, I am sorry to tell you it is totally

A CHEONICLE OP COLLEGE SCEAPES. 247
frustrated by Miss R. B.'s marriage with Jacquelin
Ambler, which the people here tell me they daily ex
pect. Well, the Lord bless her ! I say : but S  y
P  r is "StiU left for you. I have given her a descrip
tion of the gentleman who, as I told her, intended to
make her an offer of his hand, and asked whether or not
he might expect it would be accepted. She would not
determine till she saw him or his picture. Now, Will,
as you are a piece of a limner, I desire that you will seat
yourself immediately before your looking-glass and di-aw
such a picture of yourself as you think proper ; and if
it should be defective, blame yourself. (Mind that I
mentioned no name to her.) You -say you are deter
mined to be married as soon as possible, and advise me
to do the same. No, thank ye ; I will consider of it
first. Many and great are the comforts of a single state,
and neither of the reasons you urge can have any in
fluence with an inhaUitant, and a young inhabitant too,
of Williamsburg. Who told you that I reported you
was courting Miss Dandridge and Miss Dangerfield ? It
might be worth your while to ask whether they were in
earnest or not. So far was I from it, that I frequently
bantered Miss J  -y T  o about you, and told her
how feelingly you spoke of her. There is scarcely any
thing now going on here. You have heard, I suppose,
that J. Page is courting Fanny Burwell. W. Bland and
Betsy Yates are to be married Thursday se'nnight. The
Secretary's son is expected in shortly. Willis has left
town entirely, so that your commands to him cannot be
executed immediately ; but .those to the ladies I shall do
myself the pleasure of delivering to-morrow night at the
ball. Tom Randolph of Tuckahoe has a suit of Meek-

248 THE YOUTH OP JEPFEESON ; OE,
lenburg silk which he offered me for a suit of broad
cloth."  "I have not a syllable to write to you about.
Would you that I should write nothing but truth ? I
tell you I know nothing that is true. Or would you
rather that I should Write you a pack of lies ? Why,
unless they were more ingenious than I am able to in
vent, they would fumish you with Uttle amusement.
What can I do then ? Nothing, but ask you the news
in your world. How have you done since I saw you ?
How did Nancy look at you when you danced with her
at Southall's? Have you any glimmering of hope?
How does R. B. do ? Had I better stay here and do
nothing. Or go down and do less ? or in other words, had
I better stay here while I am here, or go down that I
may have the pleasure of sailing up the river again in
a full-rigged flat ? You must know that as soon as the
Rebecca (the name I intend to give the vessel above men
tioned) is completely finished, I intend to hoist sail and
away. I shall visit particularly, England, Holland,
France, Spain, Italy, (where I would buy me a good
fiddle,) and Egypt, and return through the British prov
inces to the northward, home. This, to be sure, would
take us two or three years, and ifwe should not both be
cured of love in that time, I think the devil would be
in it. T. Jeffeeson."
Many of these letters are written from " Devilsburg,"
which was the college name for the metropolitan city in
the days of yore. "The reader is referred to the first
volume of Mr. Tucker's Life of Jefferson,

A CHEONICLE OF COLLEGE SCEAPES. 249
We shall make but one addition to our chronicle of
those former personages and their boyish pranks, and
that shall be a quotation :
" On the 1st of January, 1772, I was married to
Martha Skelton, widow of Bathurst Skelton, and daugh
ter of John Wayles, then twenty-three years old."
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