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there　is　nothing　to　counterpoison　at　prisent。　So　I'm　for　caushin；　and　working　on　the　safe　side　th'　hidge；　till　we　are　less　in　the　dark。　Mind　ye；　young　women　at　her　age　are　kittle　cattle；　they　have　gusts　o'　this；　and　gusts　o'　that；　th'　unreasonable　imps。　D'ye　see　these　two　pieces　pasteboard？　They　are　tickets　for　a　ball；

　　　　　In　Barkton　town…hall。〃

〃Yes；　of　course　I　see　them；〃　said　Mrs。　Dodd　dolefully。

〃Well；　I　prescribe　'em。　And　when　they　have　been　taken；

　　　　　And　the　pashint　well　shaken；

perhaps　we　shall　see　whether　we　are　on　the　right　system：　and　if　so；　we'll　dose　her　with　youthful　society　in　a　more　irrashinal　form；　conversaziones；　cookeyshines；　et　citera。　And　if　we　find　ourselves　on　the　wrong　_tack_　why　then　we'll　hark　_back。_

　　　　　Stick　blindly　to　'a　course；'　the　Dockers　cry。　　　　　　But　it　does　me　harm：　_Then_　'twill　do　good　_by…and…bye。_　　　　　　Where　lairned　ye　that；　Echoes　of　Echoes；　say！　　　　　　The　killer　ploughs　'a　course；'　the　healer　_'feels　his　way。'_〃

So　mysterious　are　the　operations　of　the　human　mind；　that；　when　we　have　exploded　in　verse　tuneful　as　the　above；　we　lapse　into　triumph　instead　of　penitence。　Not　that　doggrel　meets　with　reverence　here　belowthe　statues　to　it　are　few；　and　not　in　marble；　but　in　the　material　itselfBut　then　an　Impromptu！　A　moment　ago　our　Posy　was　not：　and　now　is；　with　the　speed；　if　not　the　brilliancy；　of　lightning；　we　have　added　a　handful　to　the　intellectual　dust…heap　of　an　oppressed　nation。　From　this　bad　eminence　Sampson　then　looked　down　complacently；　and　saw　Mrs。　Dodd's　face　as　long　as　his　arm。　She　was　one　that　held　current　opinions；　and　the　world　does　not　believe　Poetry　can　sing　the　Practical。　Verse　and　useful　knowledge　pass　for　incompatibles；　and；　though　Doggrel　is　not　Poetry；　yet　it　has　a　lumbering　proclivity　that　way；　and　so　forfeits　the　confidence　of　grave　sensible　people。　This　versification；　and　this　impalpable　and　unprecedented　prescription　she　had　waited　for　so　long；　seemed　all　of　a　piece　to　poor　mamma：　wild；　unpractical；　and〃oh；　horror！　horror！〃eccentric。

Sampson　read　her　sorrowful　face　after　his　fashion。　〃Oh；　I　see；　ma'am；〃　cried　he。　〃Cure　is　not　welcome　unless　it　comes　in　the　form　consecrated　by　cinturies　of　slaughter。　Well；　then；　give　me　a　sheet。〃　He　took　the　paper　and　rent　it　asunder；　and　wrote　this　on　the　larger　fragment：

　　　　　Rx　Die　Mercur。　circa　x。　hor：　vespert：　　　　　　eat　in　musca　ad　Aulam　oppid：　　　　　　Saltet　cum　xiii　canicul：　　　　　　praesertim　meo。　Dom：　reddita；　　　　　　6　hora　matutin：　dormiat　at　prand：　　　　　　Repetat　stultit：　pro　re　nata。

He　handed　this　with　a　sort　of　spiteful　twinkle　to　Mrs。　Dodd；　and　her　countenance　lightened　again。　Her　sex　will　generally　compound　with　whoever　can　give　as　well　as　take。　Now　she　had　extracted　a　real；　grave　prescription；　she　acquiesced　in　the　ball；　though　not　a　county　one；　〃to　satisfy　your　whim；　my　good；　kind　friend；　to　whom　I　owe　so　much。〃


Sampson　called　on　his　way　back　to　town；　and；　in　course　of　conversation；　praised　nature　for　her　beautiful　instincts；　one　of　which；　he　said；　had　inspired　Miss　Julee；　at　a　credulous　age；　not　to　swallow　〃the　didly　drastics　of　the　tinkering　dox。〃

Mrs。　Dodd　smiled；　and　requested　permission　to　contradict　him；　her　daughter　had　taken　the　several　prescriptions。

Sampson　inquired　brusquely　if　she　took　him　for　a　fool。

She　replied　calmly：　〃No；　for　a　very　clever；　but　_rather_　opinionated　personage。

〃Opinionated？　So　is　ivery　man　who　has　grounnds　for　his　opinin。　D'ye　think；　because　Dockers　Short；　an'　Bist；　an'　Kinyon；　an'　Cuckoo；　an'　Jackdaw；　an'　Starling；　an'　Co。；　don't　know　the　dire　effecks　of　calomel　an'　drastics　on　the　buddy；　I　don't　know't？　Her　eye；　her　tongue；　her　skin；　her　voice；　her　elastic　walk；　all　tell　_me_　she　has　not　been　robbed　of　her　vital　resources。　'Why；　if　she　had　taken　that　genteel　old　thief　Short's　rimidies　alone；　the　girl's　gums　would　be　sore；

　　　　　And　herself　at　Dith's　door。〃

Mrs。　Dodd　was　amused。　〃Julia；　this　is　so　like　the　gentlemen；　they　are　in　love　with　argumeunt。They　go　on　till　they　reason　themselves　out　of　their　reason。　Why　beat　about　the　bush；　when　there　she　sits？〃

〃What；　go　t'　a　wumman　for　the　truth；　when　I　can　go　t'　infallible　Inference？〃

〃You　may　always　go　to　my　David's　daughter　for　the　truth；〃　said　Mrs。　Dodd；　with　dignity。　She　then　looked　the　inquiry；　and　Julia　replied　to　her　look　as　follows：　first；　she　coloured　very　high；　then；　she　hid　her　face　in　both　her　hands；　then　rose；　and　turning　her　neck　swiftly；　darted　a　glance　of　fiery　indignation　and　bitter　reproach　on　Dr。　Meddlesome；　and　left　the　apartment　mighty　stag…like。

〃Maircy　on　us！〃　cried　Sampson。　〃Did　ye　see　that；　ma'am？　Yon's　just　a　bonny　basilisk。　Another　such　thunderbolt　as　she　dispinsed；　and　ye'll　be　ringing　for　your　maid　to　sweep　up　the　good　physician's　ashes。〃

Julia　did　not　return　till　the　good　physician　was　gone　back　to　London。　Then　she　came　in　with　a　rush；　and；　demonstrative　toad；　embraced　Mrs。　Dodd's　knees；　and　owned　she　had　cultivated　her　geraniums　with　all　those　medicines；　liquid　and　solid；　and　only　one　geranium　had　died。


There　is　a　fascinating　age；　when　an　intelligent　girl　is　said　to　fluctuate　between　childhood　and　womanhood。　Let　me　add　that　these　seeming　fluctuations　depend　much　on　the　company　she　is　in：　the　budding　virgin　is　princess　of　chameleons；　and；　to　confine　ourselves　to　her　two　most　piquant　contrasts；　by　her　mother's　side　she　is　always　more　or　less　childlike；　but；　let　a　nice　young　fellow　engage　her　apart；　and；　hey　presto！　she　shall　be　every　inch　a　woman：　perhaps　at　no　period　of　her　life　are　the　purely　mental　characteristics　of　her　sex　so　supreme　in　her；　thus　her　type；　the　rosebud；　excels　in　essence　of　rosehood　the　rose　itself。

My　reader　has　seen　Julia　Dodd　play　both　parts；　but　it　is　her　child's　face　she　has　now　been　turning　for　several　pages；　so　it　may　be　prudent　to　remind　him　she　has　shone　on　Alfred　Hardie　in　but　one　light；　a　young　but　Juno…like　woman。　Had　she　shown　〃my　puppy〃　her　childish　qualities；　he　would　have　despised　herhe　had　left　that　department　himself　so　recently。　But　Nature　guarded　the　budding　fair　from　such　a　disaster。

We　left　Alfred　Hardie　standing　in　the　moonlight　gazing　at　her　lodging。　This　was　sudden；　but；　let　slow　coaches　deny　it　as　loudly　as　they　like；　fast　coaches　exist；　and　Love　is　a　Passion；　which；　like　Hate；　Envy；　Avarice；　&c。；　has　risen　to　a　great　height　in　a　single　day。　Not　that　Alfred's　was　〃Love　at　first　sight；〃　for　he　had　seen　her　beauty　in　the　full　blaze　of　day　with　no　deeper　feeling　than　admiration；　but　in　the　moonlight　he　came　under　more　sovereign　spells　than　a　fair　face：　her　virtues　and　her　voice。　The　narrative　of　their　meeting　has　indicated　the　first；　and　as　to　the　latter；　Julia　was　not　one　of　those　whose　beauty　goes　out　with　the　candle；　her　voice　was　that　rich；　mellow；　moving　organ；　which　belongs　to　no　rank　nor　station；　is　born；　not　made；　and；　flow　it　from　the　lips　of　dairymaid　or　countess；　touches　every　heart；　gentle　or　simple；　that　is　truly　male。　And　this　divine　contralto；　full；　yet　penetrating；　Dame　Nature　had　inspired　her　to　lower　when　she　was　moved　or　excited；　instead　of　raising　it；　and　then　she　was　enchanting。　All　unconsciously　she　cast　this　crowning　spell　on　Alfred；　and　he　adored　her。　In　a　word；　he　caught　a　child…woman　away　from　its　mother；　his　fluttering　captive　turned；　put　on　composure；　and　bewitched　him。

She　left　him；　and　the　moonlight　night　seemed　to　blacken。　But　within　his　young　breast　all　was　light；　new　light。　He　leaned　opposite　her　window　in　an　Elysian　reverie；　and　let　the　hours　go　by。　He　seemed　to　have　vegetated　till　then；　and　lo！　true　life　had　dawned。　He　thought　he　should　love　to　die　for　her；　and；　when　he　was　calmer；　he　felt　he　was　to　live　for　her；　and　welcomed　his　destiny　with　rapture。　He　passed　the　rest　of　the　Oxford　term　in　a　soft　ecstasy；　called　often　on　Edward；　and　took　a　sudden　and　prodigious　interest　in　him；　and　counted　the　days　glide　by　and　the　happy　time　draw　near；　when　he　should　be　four　months　in　the　same　town　with　his　enchantress。　This　one　did　not　trouble　the　doctors；　he　glowed　with　a　steady　fire；　no　heats　and　chills；　and　sad　misgivings；　for　one　thing；　he　was　not　a　woman；　a　being　tied　to　that　stake；　Suspense；　and　compelled　to　wait　and　wait　for　others'　actions。　To　him；　life's　path　seemed　paved　with　roses；　and　himself　to　march　in　eternal　sunshine；　buoyed　by　perfumed　wings。

He　came　to　Barkington　to　try　for　the　lovely　prize。　Then　first　he　had　to　come　down　from　love's　sky；　and　realise　how　hard　it　is　here　below　to　court　a　young　ladywho　is　guarded　by　a　motherwithout　an　introduction　in　the　usual　form。　The　obvious　course　was　to　call　on　Edward。　Having　parted　from　him　so　lately；　he　forced　himself　to　wait　a　few　days；　and　then　set　out　for　Albion　Villa。

As　he　went　along；　he　arranged　the　coming　dialogue　for　all　the　parties。　Edward　was　to　introduce　him；　Mrs。　Dodd　to　recognise　his　friendship　for　her　son；　he　was　to　say　he　was　the　gainer　by　it；　Julia；　silent　at　first；　was　to　hazard　a　timid　observation；　and　he　to　answer　gracefully；　and　draw　her　out　and　find　how　he　stood　in　her　opinion。　The　sprightly　affair　should　end　by　his　inviting　Edward　to　dinner。　That　should　lead　to　their　uninviting　him　in　turn；　and　then　he　should　have　a　word　with　Julia；　and　find　out　what　houses　she　visited；　and　get　introduced　to　their　proprietors。　Arrived　at　this　point；　his　mind　went　over　hedge　and　ditch　faster　than　my　poor　pen　can　follow；　as　the　crow　flies；　so　flew　he；　and　had　reached　the　church…porch　under　a　rain　of　nosegays　with　Juliain　imaginationby　then　he　arrived　at　Albion　Villa　in　the　body。　Yet　he　knocked　timidly；　his　heart　beat　almost　as　hard　as　his　hand。

Sarah；　the　black…eyed　housemaid；　〃answered　the　door。〃

〃Mr。　Edward　Dodd？〃

〃Not　at　home；　sir。　Left　last　week。〃

〃For　long？〃

〃I　don't　rightly　know；　sir。　But　he　won't　be　back　this　week；　I　don't　think。〃

〃Perhaps；〃　stammered　Alfred；　〃the　ladiesMrs。　Doddmight　be　able　to　tell　me。〃

〃Oh　yes；　sir。　But　my　mistress；　she's　in　London　just　now。〃

Alfred's　eyes　flashed。　〃Could　I　learn　from　Miss　Dodd？〃

〃La；　sir；　she　is　in　London　along　with　her　ma；　why；　'tis　for　her　they　are　gone；　to　insult　the　great　doctors。〃

He　started。　〃She　is　not　ill？　Nothing　serious？〃

〃Well；　sir；　we　do　hope　not。　She　is　pinning　a　bit；　as　young　ladies　will。〃

Alfred　was　anything　but　consoled　by　this　off…hand　a