"Peace, youngster! it is ill from one who has committed evil, like

yourself, to speak evil of the living, much less the dead;--it was you,

we take it, who reduced this place to destruction?"

"Please your Highness, I did."

"You and another?"

"Well, sir, there was another: but he's gone--no use in trying to find

him, he's away. If," added the young man, with his usual recklessness,

"there should be punishment for destroying a wasp's nest, your Highness

shall see that I will bear it as well as----"

The Protector again interrupted the youth's eloquence by adding, "As

well as you did the hanging over yonder bay? No, no--we can

discriminate, by God's blessing, between the young of the plundering fox

and the cub of a lion: both are destructive, but the one is mean and

cowardly: the other--it shall be our care to train the other to nobler

purposes."

Springall raised his eyes, almost for the first time, from the ground,

and started at seeing his friends standing on a level with the

Protector. Robin's cheek was blanched, and his ken wandered over the

blazing gulf which had swallowed up the dwelling of his early years.

Springall, with the quickness of feeling that passes from kind heart to

kind heart, without the aid of words, sprang towards him, and catching

his arm, exclaimed, "Your mother's body! it is safe, safe, Robin, under the dark tree, by

the cairn stones. Surely I would not let it be so destroyed."

Cromwell's veneration for his own mother was one of the most beautiful

traits in his character; from that instant the Protector of England

took the boy Springall unto his heart: there was something in common

between them--out of such slight events are destinies moulded.

"Your Highness," said Walter, whom we must now distinguish as WALTER

CECIL, "will pardon one who is indebted to you, not only for a restored

fortune, but for his hopes of happiness. Your Highness will, I trust,

pardon me for so soon becoming a suitor:--that boy----"

"Shall be cared for--it pleased the Almighty that Major Wellmore

encountered more than one brave heart and trusty hand in this same Isle

of Shepey. After a time we trust to show you and your cousin-bride, when

she visits her god-mother, how highly we esteem your friendship; and we

trust, moreover, that the awful lesson of retributive justice, it has

graciously pleased the Lord to write in palpable letters of fire, will

be remembered by all those who hear of Hugh Dalton and the Fire-fly.

Great as is the power given into our keeping, we would not have dared to

execute such awful judgment as that which has fallen upon the man of

many sins. And behold, also, by the hands of the ungodly righteous

punishment has been dealt unto the sticks and stones that have long

given to rapine most unworthy shelter. The wheat, too, mark ye, young

sir!--the wheat has been divided--glory be to God! for it is his doing.

The wheat has been divided from the tares--and from amid the lawless and

the guilty have come forth some who may yet take seats among the

faithful in Israel."




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