gardens　of　the　ancestral　halls　of　the　De　Barnwells；　I　felt　that　it
  was　the　Nemesis　come　to　overthrow　him。　　'Dog；'　I　said　to　the
  trembling　slave；　'tell　me　where　thy　Gold　is。　　THOU　hast　no　use　for
  it。　　I　can　spend　it　in　relieving　the　Poverty　on　which　thou
  tramplest；　in　aiding　Science；　which　thou　knowest　not；　in　uplifting
  Art；　to　which　thou　art　blind。　　Give　Gold；　and　thou　art　free。'　　But
  he　spake　not；　and　I　slew　him。〃
  〃I　would　not　have　this　doctrine　vulgarly　promulgated；〃　said　the
  admirable　chaplain；　〃for　its　general　practice　might　chance　to　do
  harm。　　Thou；　my　son；　the　Refined；　the　Gentle；　the　Loving　and
  Beloved；　the　Poet　and　Sage；　urged　by　what　I　cannot　but　think　a
  grievous　error；　hast　appeared　as　Avenger。　　Think　what　would　be　the
  world's　condition；　were　men　without　any　Yearning　after　the　Ideal　to
  attempt　to　reorganize　Society；　to　redistribute　Property；　to　avenge
  Wrong。〃
  〃A　rabble　of　pigmies　scaling　Heaven；〃　said　the　noble　though
  misguided　young　Prisoner。　　〃Prometheus　was　a　Giant；　and　he　fell。〃
  〃Yes；　indeed；　my　brave　youth！〃　the　benevolent　Dr。　Fuzwig　exclaimed；
  clasping　the　Prisoner's　marble　and　manacled　hand；　〃and　the　Tragedy
  of　To…morrow　will　teach　the　World　that　Homicide　is　not　to　be
  permitted　even　to　the　most　amiable　Genius；　and　that　the　lover　of
  the　Ideal　and　the　Beautiful；　as　thou　art；　my　son；　must　respect　the
  Real　likewise。〃
  〃Look！　here　is　supper！〃　cried　Barnwell　gayly。　　〃This　is　the　Real；
  Doctor；　let　us　respect　it　and　fall　to。〃　　He　partook　of　the　meal　as
  joyously　as　if　it　had　been　one　of　his　early　festals；　but　the　worthy
  chaplain　could　scarcely　eat　it　for　tears。
  *　This　is　a　gross　plagiarism：　the　above　sentiment　is　expressed　much
  more　eloquently　in　the　ingenious　romance　of　Eugene　Aram：〃The
  burning　desires　I　have　knownthe　resplendent　visions　I　have
  nursedthe　sublime　aspirings　that　have　lifted　me　so　often　from
  sense　and　clay：　these　tell　me；　that　whether　for　good　or　ill；　I　am
  the　thing　of　an　immortality　and　the　creature　of　a　God。　。　。　。　　I
  have　destroyed　a　man　noxious　to　the　world！　with　the　wealth　by　which
  he　afflicted　society；　I　have　been　the　means　of　blessing　many。〃
  CODLINGSBY。
  BY　D。　SHREWSBERRY；　ESQ。
  I。
  〃The　whole　world　is　bound　by　one　chain。　　In　every　city　in　the　globe
  there　is　one　quarter　that　certain　travellers　know　and　recognize
  from　its　likeness　to　its　brother　district　in　all　other　places　where
  are　congregated　the　habitations　of　men。　　In　Tehran；　or　Pekin；　or
  Stamboul；　or　New　York；　or　Timbuctoo；　or　London；　there　is　a　certain
  district　where　a　certain　man　is　not　a　stranger。　　Where　the　idols
  are　fed　with　incense　by　the　streams　of　Ching…wang…foo；　where　the
  minarets　soar　sparkling　above　the　cypresses；　their　reflections
  quivering　in　the　lucid　waters　of　the　Golden　Horn；　where　the　yellow
  Tiber　flows　under　broken　bridges　and　over　imperial　glories；　where
  the　huts　are　squatted　by　the　Niger；　under　the　palm…trees；　where　the
  Northern　Babel　lies；　with　its　warehouses；　and　its　bridges；　its
  graceful　factory…chimneys；　and　its　clumsy　faneshidden　in　fog　and
  smoke　by　the　dirtiest　river　in　the　worldin　all　the　cities　of
  mankind　there　is　One　Home　whither　men　of　one　family　may　resort。
  Over　the　entire　world　spreads　a　vast　brotherhood；　suffering；
  silent；　scattered；　sympathizing；　WAITINGan　immense　Free…Masonry。
  Once　this　world…spread　band　was　an　Arabian　clana　little　nation
  alone　and　outlying　amongst　the　mighty　monarchies　of　ancient　time；
  the　Megatheria　of　history。　　The　sails　of　their　rare　ships　might　be
  seen　in　the　Egyptian　waters；　the　camels　of　their　caravans　might
  thread　the　sands　of　Baalbec；　or　wind　through　the　date…groves　of
  Damascus；　their　flag　was　raised；　not　ingloriously；　in　many　wars；
  against　mighty　odds；　but　'twas　a　small　people；　and　on　one　dark
  night　the　Lion　of　Judah　went　down　before　Vespasian's　Eagles；　and　in
  flame；　and　death；　and　struggle；　Jerusalem　agonized　and　died。　。　。　。
  Yes；　the　Jewish　city　is　lost　to　Jewish　men；　but　have　they　not　taken
  the　world　in　exchange？〃
  Mused　thus　Godfrey　de　Bouillon；　Marquis　of　Codlingsby；　as　he
  debouched　from　Wych　Street　into　the　Strand。　　He　had　been　to　take　a
  box　for　Armida　at　Madame　Vestris's　theatre。　　That　little　Armida　was
  folle　of　Madame　Vestris's　theatre；　and　her　little　brougham；　and　her
  little　self；　and　her　enormous　eyes；　and　her　prodigious　opera…glass；
  and　her　miraculous　bouquet；　which　cost　Lord　Codlingsby　twenty
  guineas　every　evening　at　Nathan's　in　Covent　Garden　（the　children　of
  the　gardeners　of　Sharon　have　still　no　rival　for　flowers）；　might　be
  seen；　three　nights　in　the　week　at　least；　in　the　narrow；　charming；
  comfortable　little　theatre。　　Godfrey　had　the　box。　　He　was
  strolling；　listlessly；　eastward；　and　the　above　thoughts　passed
  through　the　young　noble's　mind　as　he　came　in　sight　of　Holywell
  Street。
  The　occupants　of　the　London　Ghetto　sat　at　their　porches　basking　in
  the　evening　sunshine。　　Children　were　playing　on　the　steps。　　Fathers
  were　smoking　at　the　lintel。　　Smiling　faces　looked　out　from　the
  various　and　darkling　draperies　with　which　the　warehouses　were　hung。
  Ringlets　glossy；　and　curly；　and　jettyeyes　black　as　night
  midsummer　nightwhen　it　lightens；　haughty　noses　bending　like　beaks
  of　eagleseager　quivering　nostrilslips　curved　like　the　bow　of
  Loveevery　man　or　maiden；　every　babe　or　matron　in　that　English
  Jewry　bore　in　his　countenance　one　or　more　of　these　characteristics
  of　his　peerless　Arab　race。
  〃How　beautiful　they　are！〃　mused　Codlingsby；　as　he　surveyed　these
  placid　groups　calmly　taking　their　pleasure　in　the　sunset。
  〃D'you　vant　to　look　at　a　nishe　coat？〃　a　voice　said；　which　made　him
  start；　and　then　some　one　behind　him　began　handling　a　masterpiece　of
  Stultz's　with　a　familiarity　which　would　have　made　the　baron
  tremble。
  〃Rafael　Mendoza！〃　exclaimed　Godfrey。
  〃The　same；　Lord　Codlingsby；〃　the　individual　so　apostrophized
  replied。　　〃I　told　you　we　should　meet　again　where　you　would　little
  expect　me。　　Will　it　please　you　to　enter？　this　is　Friday；　and　we
  close　at　sunset。　　It　rejoices　my　heart　to　welcome　you　home。〃　　So
  saying　Rafael　laid　his　hand　on　his　breast；　and　bowed；　an　oriental
  reverence。　　All　traces　of　the　accent　with　which　he　first　addressed
  Lord　Codlingsby　had　vanished：　it　was　disguise；　half　the　Hebrew's
  life　is　a　disguise。　　He　shields　himself　in　craft；　since　the　Norman
  boors　persecuted　him。
  They　passed　under　an　awning　of　old　clothes；　tawdry　fripperies；
  greasy　spangles；　and　battered　masks；　into　a　shop　as　black　and
  hideous　as　the　entrance　was　foul。　　〃THIS　your　home；　Rafael？〃　said
  Lord　Codlingsby。
  〃Why　not？〃　Rafael　answered。　　〃I　am　tired　of　Schloss　Schinkenstein；
  the　Rhine　bores　me　after　a　while。　　It　is　too　hot　for　Florence；
  besides　they　have　not　completed　the　picture…gallery；　and　my　place
  smells　of　putty。　　You　wouldn't　have　a　man；　mon　cher；　bury　himself
  in　his　chateau　in　Normandy；　out　of　the　hunting　season？　　The
  Rugantino　Palace　stupefies　me。　　Those　Titians　are　so　gloomy；　I
  shall　have　my　Hobbimas　and　Tenierses；　I　think；　from　my　house　at　the
  Hague　hung　over　them。〃
  〃How　many　castles；　palaces；　houses；　warehouses；　shops；　have　you；
  Rafael？〃　Lord　Codlingsby　asked；　laughing。
  〃This　is　one；〃　Rafael　answered。　　〃Come　in。〃
  II。
  The　noise　in　the　old　town　was　terrific；　Great　Tom　was　booming
  sullenly　over　the　uproar；　the　bell　of　Saint　Mary's　was　clanging
  with　alarm；　St。　Giles's　tocsin　chimed　furiously；　howls；　curses；
  flights　of　brickbats；　stones　shivering　windows；　groans　of　wounded
  men；　cries　of　frightened　females；　cheers　of　either　contending　party
  as　it　charged　the　enemy　from　Carfax　to　Trumpington　Street；
  proclaimed　that　the　battle　was　at　its　height。
  In　Berlin　they　would　have　said　it　was　a　revolution；　and　the
  cuirassiers　would　have　been　charging；　sabre　in　hand；　amidst　that
  infuriate　mob。　　In　France　they　would　have　brought　down　artillery；
  and　played　on　it　with　twenty…four　pounders。　　In　Cambridge　nobody
  heeded　the　disturbanceit　was　a　Town　and　Gown　row。
  The　row　arose　at　a　boat…race。　　The　Town　boat　（manned　by　eight　stout
  Bargees；　with　the　redoubted　Rullock　for　stroke）　had　bumped　the
  Brazenose　light　oar；　usually　at　the　head　of　the　river。　　High　words
  arose　regarding　the　dispute。　　After　returning　from　Granchester；
  when　the　boats　pulled　back　to　Christchurch　meadows；　the　disturbance
  between　the　Townsmen　and　the　University　youthstheir　invariable
  opponentsgrew　louder　and　more　violent；　until　it　broke　out　in　open
  battle。　　Sparring　and　skirmishing　took　place　along　the　pleasant
  fields　that　lead　from　the　University　gate　down　to　the　broad　and
  shining　waters　of　the　Cam；　and　under　the　walls　of　Balliol　and
  Sidney　Sussex。　　The　Duke　of　Bellamont　（then　a　dashing　young　sizar
  at　Exeter）　had　a　couple　of　rounds　with　Billy　Butt；　the　bow…oar　of
  the　Bargee　boat。　　Vavasour　of　Brazenose　was　engaged　with　a　powerful
  butcher；　a　well…known　champion　of　the　Town　party；　when；　the　great
  University　bells　ringing　to　dinner；