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gone by called

gone by called rogues retreat. Rogues retreat has scared vines creeping over its black, clapboarded front, which viewed from the street appears in a squatting mood, while its broken door, closed shuttersthe neglected branches of grape vines that depend upon decayed trellise and arbors, invest it with a forlorn air indeed, one might without prejudicing his faculties imagine it a fit receptacle for our deceased politicians and our whiskeydrinking congressmenthe last restingplace of our departed chivalry. Nevertheless, generous reader, we will show you that rogues retreat serves a very different purpose. Our mobpoliticians, who make their lungs and fists supply the want of

her hands and

her hands and gives vent to her tears. Never did criminal so merit punishment but i will prove thee not worth my hand. Go, wretch, go. And know that he who proves himself worthy of entering the habitations of the humble is more to be prized than kings and princes. Tom relights the candle in time to see mr. Snivel rushing into the street. The moon sheds a pale light over the city as the two chivalric gentlemen, having rejoined and sworn to have revenge, are seen entering a little gate that opens to a dilapidated old building, fronted by a neglected garden, situate on the north side of queen street, and in days

floor. The voice

floor. The voice of tom swiggs is heard, crying wretch. Villain.what brings you here. Mr. Keepum, like the coward, who fears the vengeance he has merited, makes good his escape. Will you never cease polluting the habitations of the poor. Would to god there was justice for the poor, as well as law for the rich then i would make thee bite the dust, like a dying viper. You should no longer banquet on poor virtue. Wretch.i would teach thee that virtue has its value with the poor as well as the richthat with the true gentleman it is equally sacred. Tom stands a few moments over the trembling miscreant, maria sinks into a chair, and with her elbows resting on the table, buries her face in

winks to keepum,

winks to keepum, who makes an ineffectual attempt to extinguish the light, which maria seizes in her hand, and summoning her courage, stands before them in a defiant attitude, an expression of hate and scorn on her countenance. Ah, fiend. You take this libertyyou seek to destroy me because i am poorbecause you think me humblean easy object to prey upon. I am neither a stranger to the world nor your cowardly designs and so long as i have life you shall not gloat over the destruction of my virtue. Approach me at your perilknaves. You have compromised my father you have got him in your grasp, that you may the more easily destroy me. But you will be disappointed, your perfidy will

finding no one

finding no one but maria at home, mr. Snivel takes the liberty of throwing his arms about her waist. This done, he attempts to drag her across the room and upon the sofa. Neither your father nor you ever had a better friend, he says, as the girl struggles from his grasp, shrinks at his feet, and, with a look of disdain, upbraids him for his attempt to take advantage of a lone female. High, ho. Interposes keepum, what airs these sort of people put on, eh. Dont amount to much, no how they soon get over them, you know. A blasted deal of assumption, as you say. Ha, ha, ha. I rather like this sort of modesty. Tisnt every one can put it cleverly. Mr. Snivel

something of deep

something of deep interest back to her mind, and gave her timbers such a shock. I watched, and read the whole story in her emotions. One accustomed to the sharps of the legal profession can do this sort of thing. She is afraid of approaching this beautiful creature, anna bonard, seeing the life she lives, and the suspicions it might create in fashionable society, did she pursue such a course to the end of finding out whether she be really the lost child of the relative she refers to so often. Her object is to find one mag munday, who used to knock about here, and with whom the child was left. But enough of this for the present. Thus saying, they enter the house of the old antiquary, and

of english liberties.

of english liberties. By the compact with the king, in the charter, they were to be as free in america, as they would have been if they had remained within the realm and, therefore, they freely asserted, that they were to be governed by laws made by themselves, and by officers chosen by themselves. Mr. Dummer says, it seems reasonable enough to think that the crown, and, he might have added, our ancestors, intended by this injunction to provide for all its subjects, that they might not be oppressed by arbitrary power but being still subjects, they should be protected by the same mild laws, and enjoy the same happy government, as if they continued within the

of the dashing

of the dashing harlot, or im no prophet, nevertheless, he concludes, shaking his head significantly. You may almost swear ita bad conscience is a horrid bore dn me, if i cant see through the thing. Mr. Snivel laughs. Better put our female friends on their guard, eh. They had better drop her as quietly as possible, rejoins mr. Keepum, drawing his white glove from off his right hand, and extending his cigar case. Mr. Snivel having helped himself to a cigar, says dn me, if she didnt faint in my arms last night. I made a discovery that brought

illfeatured man, with

illfeatured man, with a small, but florid face, a keen, lecherous eye, leans on his arm. They are in earnest conversation. I think the mystery is nearly cleared up, keepum says snivel. There seems no getting a clue to the early history of this madame montford, tis true. Even those who introduced her to charleston society know nothing of her beyond a certain period. All anterior to that is wrapped in suspicion, returns keepum, fingering his massive gold chain and seals, that pend from his vest, then releasing his hold of mr. Snivels arm, and commencing to button closely his blue dress coat, which is profusely decorated with large gilt buttons. Shes the mother

a few days

a few days be sold for the satisfaction of her debts. Mrs. Swiggs, it must be said, never had any very nice appreciation of debtpaying, holding it much more legitimate that her creditors accept her dignity in satisfaction of any demand they chanced to have against her. As for her little old house, the last abode of the last of the great swiggs family,that, like numerous other houses of our very first families, is mortgaged for more than it is worth, to mr. Staple the grocer. We must, however, turn to mr. Snivel. Mr. Snivel is seen, on the night after the secret interview at the charleston hotel, in a happy mood, passing down king street. A little,

her mind a

her mind a resolve to give the amount she had struggled to get and set apart for the benefit of those two institutions the tract society, and the home of the foreign missions, all to the getting himself off to antioch. Chapter xxi. Mr. Snivel pursues his search for the votecribber. While mrs. Swiggs is being entertained by sister scudder and her clerical friends in new york, mr. Snivel is making good his demand on her property in charleston. As the agent of keepum, he has attached her old slaves, and what few pieces of furniture he could find they will in

ladies he must

ladies he must submit to have the sermon he strained his brain to make perfect, torn to pieces by a dozen wise old women, who claim the right of carrying the church on their shoulders he must have dictated to him what sort of dame he may take for wifein a word, he must bear meekly a deal of pestering and starvation, or be in bad odor with the senior members of the sewing circle. Duly appreciating all these difficulties, brother spyke chose a mission to antioch, where the field of his labors would be wide, and the gates not open to restraints. And though he could not define the exact character of his mission to antioch, he so worked upon the sympathies of the credulous old lady, as to wellnigh create in

His dress, too,

His dress, too, is always exactly clerical. If he be cold and pedantic in his manner, the fault must be set down to the errors of the profession, rather than to any natural inclination of his own. But what is singular of brother spyke is, that, notwithstanding his passion for delving the heathen world, and dragging into christian light and love the benighted wretches there found, he has never in his life given a thought for that heathen world at his own doora heathen world sinking in the blackest pool of misery and death, in the very heart of an opulent city, over which it hurls its seething pestilence, and scoffs at the commands of high heaven. No, he never thought of that babylon of

reading, his nights

reading, his nights in the study of divine truths. Then he got on the kind side of a committee of very excellent ladies, who, having duly considered his qualities, pronounced him exactly suited to the study of theology. Ladies were generally good judges of such matters, and brother spyke felt he could not do better than act up to their opinions. To all these things mrs. Swiggs listens with delight. Spyke, too, is in every way a well madeup man, being extremely tall and lean of figure, with nice saxon hair and whiskers, mild but thoughtful blue eyes, an anxious expression of countenance, a thin, squeaking voice, and features sufficiently delicate and regular for his calling.

Tea over, thanks

Tea over, thanks returned, a prayer offered up, and brother spyke, having taken a seat on the sofa beside mrs. Swiggs, opens his batteries in a spiritual conversation, which he now and then spices with a few items of his own history. At the age of fifteen he found himself in love with a beautiful young lady, who, unfortunately, had made up her mind to accept only the hand of a clergyman hence, she rejected his. This so disturbed his thoughts, that he resolved on studying theology. In this he was aided by the singular discovery, that he had a talent, and a call to preach. He would forget his amour, he thought, become a member of the clergy, and go preach to the heathen. He spent his days in

and other laws

and other laws of england, by which the lives, liberties, and properties of englishmen are secured.8 this is the sense in which our ancestors understood the words and, therefore, they are unwilling to conform to the acts of trade, and disregarded them till they made provision to give them force in the colony, by a law of their own saying, that the laws of england did not reach america and those acts were an invasion of their rights, liberties, and properties, because they were not represented in parliament. The right of being governed by laws, which were made by persons, in whose election they had a voice, they looked upon as the foundation

disinterestedness. Brother mansfield

disinterestedness. Brother mansfield says motives so pure will ensure a passport to heaven, he is sure. Brother sharp, an exceedingly lean and tall youth, with a narrow head and sharp nose mr. Sharps father declared he made him a preacher because he could make him nothing else, pronounces, with great emphasis, that such selfsacrifice should be written in letters of gold. A unanimous sounding of her praises convinces mrs. Swiggs that she is indeed a person of great importance. There is, however, a certain roughness of manner about her new friends, which does not harmonize with her notions of aristocracy. She questions within herself whether they represent the first families of new york.

mission. Mrs. Swiggs

mission. Mrs. Swiggs sets her cup in her saucer, and in a becoming manner, to the great joy of all present, commences an eulogium on mr. Spyke. Sister slocum, in her letters, held him before her in strong colors spoke in such high praise of his talent, and gave so many guarantees as to what he would do if he only got among the heathen, that her sympathies were enlistedshe resolved to lose no time in getting to new york, and, when there, put her shoulder right manfully to the wheel. This declaration finds her, as if by some mysterious transport, an object of no end of praise. Sister scudder adjusts her spectacles, and, in mildest accents, says, the lord will indeed reward such

around everybody mourns

around everybody mourns her when absent. Nevertheless, there is some satisfaction in knowing that her absence is caused by her anxiety to promote some mission of good brother spyke thus muses. Seeing that there is come among them a distinguished stranger, he gives out that tomorrow evening there will be a gathering of the brethren at the house of the foreign missions, when the very important subject of funds necessary to his mission to antioch, will be discussed. Brother spyke, having levelled this battery at the susceptibility of mrs. Swiggs, is delighted to find some fourteen voices chiming inall complimenting his peculiar fitness for, and the worthy object of the

vcvc

off. Tea very weak, butter very strong, toast very thin, and religious conversation extremely thick, make up the repast. There is no want of appetite. Indeed one might, under different circumstances, have imagined sister scudders clerical boarders contesting a race for an extra slice of her very thin toast. Not the least prominent among sister scudders boarders is brother singleton spyke, whom mrs. Swiggs recognizes by the many compliments he lavishes upon sister slocum, whose absence is a source of great regret with him. She is always elbow deep in some laudable pursuit. Her presence sheds a radiant light over everything

with the laurels

with the laurels of having very nearly christianized one turk and two tartars. The maid of all work suddenly remembers that mrs. Slocum left word that if a distinguished lady arrived from south carolina she could be comfortably accommodated at sister scudders, on fourth street. Not a little disappointed, the venerable old lady calls a passing carriage, gets herself and black box into it, and orders the driver to forthwith proceed to the house of sister scudder. Here she isand she sheds tears that she iscooped up in a cold, closetlike room, on the third story, where, with the ends of her red shawl, she may blow and warm her

god bless me

god bless me he no doubt labors in a good causean excellent causehe will have his reward hereafter. It must here be confessed that sister slocum, having on hand a newlymarried couple, nicely suited to the duties of a mission to some foreign land, has conceived the very laudable project of sending them to aleppo, and is now spending a few weeks among the dutch of albany, who are expected to contribute the necessary funds. A few thousand dollars expended, a few years residence in the east, a few reports as to what might have been done if something had not interposed to prevent it, and there is not a doubt that this happy couple will return home crowned

Mrs. Swiggs would

Mrs. Swiggs would like a room for the night at least, but is told, in a somewhat confused style, that not a room in the house is in order. That a person having the whole heathen world on her shoulders should not have her house in order somewhat surprises the indomitable lady. In answer to a question as to what time mr. Slocum will be home, the maid of all work says och. God love the poor man, theres no tellin. Sure theres not much left of the poor man. An the divil a one more inoffensive than poor slocum. Its himsel works all day in the shurance office beyant. He comes home dragged out, does a dale of writing for mrs. Slocum hersel, and goes to bed sayin nothin to nobody. Lady swiggs says

would read a

would read a page or two further in that excellent defence,7 you will see that he mentions this as the sense of the phrase, as taken from an act of parliament, rather than as the sense he would choose himself to put upon it and, he expressly designs to show, in vindication of the charter, that, in that sense of the words, there never was a law made in the plantations repugnant to the laws of great britain. He gives another construction, much more likely to be the true intent of the words, namely, that the patentees shall not presume, under color of their particular charters, to make any laws inconsistent with the great charter,

the senses. Mrs.

the senses. Mrs. Swiggs hesitates in the doorway. Shall i advance, or retreat to more congenial quarters. She asks herself. The wily hackdriver he agreed for four and charged her twelve shillings leaves her black box on the step and drives away. She may be thankful he did not charge her twenty. They make no allowance for distinguished people lady swiggs learns this fact, to her great annoyance. To the muchconfused maid of all work she commences relating the loss of her luggage. With one hand swinging the door and the other tucked under her dowdy apron, she says, troth, mam, and ye ought to be thankful, for the like of thats done every day.

looking querulously in

looking querulously in the face of the old lady, who, with the air of a scotch metaphysician, says she is come to spend a week in friendly communion with her, to talk over the cause of the poor, benighted heathen. Troth an im not as sure yell do that same, onyhow sure shed not spend a week at home in the blessed year and the divil another help in the house but mysel and himsel, mr. Slocum. A decent man is that same slocum, too, pursues the maid, with a laconic indifference to the wants of the guest. A dusty hatstand ornaments one side of the hall, a patched and somewhat deformed sofa the other. The walls wear a dingy air the fumes of soapsuds and stewed onions offend

carriage. She will

carriage. She will stick by her blackbox, nevertheless. So into the carriage with it she gets, much discomfited. The driver says he would drive to the mayors office and ave them ar two coves whats got the corpulent carpetbag and the bandbox, seed after, if it wernt that his honor never knows anything he ought to know, and is sure to do nothing. Theyll turn up, mam, i dont doubt, says the man, but its next to losin on em, to go to the mayors office. Our whole corporation, mam, dont do nothin but eats oysters, drinks whiskey, and makes presidentsthems what they do, marm. Lady swiggs says what a pity so great a city was not blessed with a biggerheaded corporation.

That it is,

That it is, marm, returns the methodical hackdriver, he ant got a very big head, our corporation. And lady swiggs, deprived of her carpetbag and bandbox, and considerably out of patience, is rolled away to the mansion of sister slocum, on fourth avenue. Instead of falling immediately into the arms and affections of that worthy and very enterprising lady, the door is opened by a slatternly maid of all workher greasy dress, and hard, ruddy face and handsher short, flabby figure, and her coarse, uncombed hair, giving out strong evidence of being overtaxed with labor. Is it mrs. Slocum hersel yed be seein. Inquires the maid, wiping her soapy hands with her apron, and

south carolina. The

south carolina. The captain is engaged with his ship, passengers are hurrying ashore, too anxious to escape the confinement of the cabin every one seems in haste to leave her, no one offers to protect her from the clutches of those who threaten to tear her into precious pieces. She sighs for sister slocum, for mr. Hadger, for any one kind enough to raise a friendly voice in her behalf. Now one has got her black box, another her corpulent carpetbaga third exults in a victory over her bandbox. Fain would she give up her mission in disgust, return to the more aristocratic atmosphere of charleston, and leave the heathen to his fate. All this might have been avoided had sister slocum sent her

leave

leave cards. Mrs. Swiggs has we must return to her mission scarcely set foot on shore, when, thanks to a littleheaded corporation, she is fairly set upon by a dozen or more villanous hackdrivers, each dangling his whip in her face, to the no small danger of her bonnet and spectacles. They jostle her, utter vile imprecations, dispute for the right of carrying her, each in his turn offering to do it a shilling less. Lady swiggs is indeed an important individual in the hands of the hackdrivers, and by them, in a fair way of being torn to pieces. She wonders they do not recognize her as a distinguished person, from the chivalric state of