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THE

Gentleman's Magazine

AND

HISTORICAL REVIEW.

JUNE, 1867.

NEW SERIES. Aliusque et idem.—Hor.

CONTENTS.

Mademoiselle Mathilde (Chapters X.-XIII.), by Henry Kingsley

A Japanese "Virgin and Child” (with illustration), by H. F. Holt....
Suffolk Superstitions (Chapter II.), by the Rev. Hugh Pigot

The Roman Wall (with llustrations)

Caractacus (Part I.).....

The Coronation Fête of Hungary, by Harold King

Gentlemen and Manners in the Thirteenth Century (Part II.).

The Story of the Diamond Necklace.......

Nugæ Latinæ (No. XVI.), by Archbishop Markham......
Chronique Latine de Guillaume de Nangis

CORRESPONDENCE OF SYLVANUS URBAN.-National Exhibition of Works of Art at
Leeds in 1868; Dedication of Wellingborough Parish Church; The Lady and the
Robbers; Restoration of Battle Church; The Henries; The Lower Testimonial; St.
Margaret's-at-Cliffe, Dover; Branks; Flogging; Family of Rayney of Yorkshire,
Kent, &c.; Use of Candles by the Romans; A Curious MS.; Historical Queries

ANTIQUARIAN NOTES, by C. Roach Smith, F.S.A...

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SCIENTIFIC NOTES, by J. Carpenter

MONTHLY CALENDAR; Gazette Appointments, Preferments, and Promotions; Births and Marriages

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OBITUARY MEMOIRS.-Lord Llanover; Sir W. S. Thomas, Bart.; Sir Robert Smirke,
Knt.; Sir S. V. Surtees, Knt.; Capt. James Gordon; The Rev. J. Hamilton-Gray,
M.A.; Robert Bell, Esq., F.S.A.

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DEATHS ARRANGED IN CHRONOLOGICAL Order........

819

Registrar-General's Returns of Mortality, &c.; Meteorological Diary; Daily Price of Stocks 835

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ERRATUM.-Page 617, 5th line from the bottom; for "Ormerod Vault," read

"Ormond Vault."

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IR LIONEL had gone away, and Adèle had gone upstairs; but still Mrs. Bone and Mathilde sat on either. side of the fire, for William was not returned. Mrs. Bone sat with her arms folded: Mathilde sat with hers lying loosely, with the palms uppermost, in her lap. Mrs. Bone did not speak, because she had nothing to say, and Mathilde was perfectly silent, because, in reality, she was unconscious.

Mrs. Bone was a good watcher; she had been well drilled to that in her former life, and was also well fitted for it by her natural temperament. Yet, after a time, she began to nod and yawn, and at the same time to entertain in her sleepy soul-she could hardly tell why a wish that mademoiselle would go to bed. This desire took possession of her more and more the sleepier she got; yet she was a woman who was a long time before she spoke her most settled convictions, still longer before she acted on them. She had slid half off her slippery wooden Windsor chair some three or four times, with her chin on her bosom and her knees nearly on the fire, before she went so far as to say, just saving a yawn,

"He is very late, mademoiselle."

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Mathilde made her no answer. Mrs. Bone sat upright, and shook herself together once more, perfectly fresh and bright; but Mathilde sat there just in the same attitude, taking no notice of her whatever.

Four times more did Mrs. Bone slide half out of her chair and recover herself; the fifth time she slid too far, and the outraged laws of gravity, long trifled with, indignantly asserted themselves. She slid too near to the edge of her chair, whereupon the chair shot her dexterously forward into the fireplace, and there fell a-top of her.

Mathilde picked them both up, and restored them to their former relations. After which she said, either to the chair or to Mrs. Bone, "You had better go to bed."

"Had not mademoiselle better go to bed?" suggested Mrs. Bone. "No," said Mathilde. And Mrs. Bone discussed the matter no further; but set herself to the very difficult task of getting a comfortable snooze and preserving her consciousness and her equilibrium at the same time.

She succeeded in a measure. She kept from sliding, and soon was perfectly fast asleep, with the difference that she was triumphantly conscious of being broad awake. Mathilde's attention was first called to this comatose-clairvoyant state of Mrs. Bone's by that lady saying, with remarkable emphasis and distinctness,

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"Hi! ho! he! ho! hum! ha! All the whole family was soft in their heads; and her grandmother, the witch, as big a fool as any of 'em. She biled up some lords and ladies in a brass pipkin with some dead man's fat, and a dash of rue, and said the Commandments backwards; but it never came to nothink, Lord bless you!"

Mathilde was aroused; she said very distinctly, "Mrs. Bone!" Mrs. Bone giggled idiotically.

"Mrs. Bone!" said Mathilde, louder.

Mrs. Bone sneezed, coughed, choked herself, and said, “Fifteen duck's eggs under a small game hen. The woman always was a fool, and so was her mother before her."

"Mrs. Bone!" shouted Mathilde.

Mrs. Bone returned to every-day consciousness with a start, smiling sweetly; and remarked that "it was a'most time to get up.” "You have been asleep, Mrs. Bone," said Mathilde, loudly. Mrs. Bone denied this accusation with great vivacity, but dropped

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off again at once, with a cheerful stupid leer on her tired face. "She may as well sleep," said Mathilde, "so long as she don't fall into the fire. William is very late. Thank heaven, papa is not at home."

At first Mrs. Bone kept up the fiction of being wide awake, by opening her eyes every minute and winking foolishly at Mathilde. Then she went sound asleep, and had a nightmare, and exasperated Mathilde so by crying out, "Oh, Lord! oh, good gracious! I never!" and so on, that she got up, and shook her broad awake at all events.

"Oh yes, my dear young lady," said Mrs. Bone, looking foolishly in her face, and yawning, "believe one that loves you well, that it will never come to no good at all.”

"What then?" said Mathilde.

"Him and her, my dear young lady."

"You are not well awake, Mrs. Bone," said Mathilde.

"Haven't closed an eye, my dear mademoiselle," said Mrs. Bone. "But, Lord love you, it will never do!"

"What will not do?

"Sir Lionel and Miss Adèle, to be sure," said Mrs. Bone. "She can't abide him at times even now; and she will like him less, if ever they have the ill-luck to marry. The Somerses are a near and hard family; and nearness and hardness will never suit her. And she is playing with him. Did you ever see his coach ?"

"Yes," said Mathilde, looking shrewdly at her. "What is painted on the door of it?"

"I have not noticed," said Mathilde.

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Why, a bloody hand," said Mrs. Bone, in a low voice.

she is playing with him. She loves a Frenchman.”

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"Every English baronet carries a bloody hand on his coat of arms," said Mathilde; "there is nothing in that. And who is this Frenchman, then, with whom you connect my sister's name?"

"A captain from Brittany," said Mrs. Bone. "And keep that captain from Brittany away from Sir Lionel, if you love peace and hate murder. The Somerses are a just family, as just as your father, Monsieur; but they are hard and near, and they never forgive. They have been in the valley two hundred years. We, who have been their servants so long, should know them. Keep this Brittany captain out of Sir Lionel's path."

"I should recommend Sir Lionel Somers to keep out of the path

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