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English Library

_VOL. XII_

JACK SHEPPARD A Romance

BY W. Harrison Ainsworth

Internationale Bibliothek G M B H Berlin

1922

"Upon my word, friend, " said I, "you have almost made me long to trywhat a robber I should make. " "There is a great art in it, if you did, "quoth he. "Ah! but, " said I, "there's a great deal in being hanged. "

_Life and Actions of Guzman d'Alfarache. _

Printed In Germany

CONTENTS. 

EPOCH THE FIRST, 1703. JONATHAN WILD. 

CHAPTER I. The Widow and her Child 1 II. The Old Mint 13 III. The Master of the Mint 28 IV. The Roof and the Window 34 V. The Denunciation 42 VI. The Storm 51 VII. Old London Bridge 63

EPOCH THE SECOND, 1715. THAMES DARRELL. 

CHAPTER I. The Idle Apprentice 75 II. Thames Darrell 88 III. The Jacobite 95 IV. Mr. Kneebone and his Friends 99 V. Hawk and Buzzard 103 VI. The first Step towards the Ladder 119 VII. Brother and Sister 131 VIII. Miching Mallecho 135 IX. Consequences of the Theft 147 X. Mother and Son 154 XI. The Mohocks 160 XII. Saint Giles's Round-house 167 XIII. The Magdalene 177 XIV. The Flash Ken 191 XV. The Robbery in Willesden Church 198 XVI. Jonathan Wild's House in the Old 201 Bailey XVII. The Night-Cellar 211 XVIII. How Jack Sheppard broke out of 218 the Cage at Willesden XIX. Good and Evil 224

EPOCH THE THIRD, 1724. THE PRISON-BREAKER. 

CHAPTER I. The Return 231 II. The Burglary at Dollis Hill 249 III. Jack Sheppard's Quarrel with 254 Jonathan Wild IV. Jack Sheppard's Escape from the 258 New Prison V. The Disguise 261 VI. Winifred receives two Proposals 278 VII. Jack Sheppard warns Thames 284 Darrell VIII. Old Bedlam 291 IX. Old Newgate 302 X. How Jack Sheppard got out of the 310 Condemned Hold XI. Dollis Hill revisited 324 XII. The Well Hole 336 XIII. The Supper at Mr. Kneebone's 346 XIV. How Jack Sheppard was again 367 captured XV. How Blueskin underwent the Peine 377 Forte et Dure XVI. How Jack Sheppard's Portrait was 385 painted XVII. The Iron Bar 397 XVIII. The Bed Room 400 XIX. The Chapel 401 XX. The Leads 405 XXI. What befell Jack Sheppard in the 408 Turner's House XXII. Fast and Loose 415 XXIII. The last Meeting between Jack 419 Sheppard and his Mother XXIV. The Pursuit 425 XXV. How Jack Sheppard got rid of his 429 Irons XXVI. How Jack Sheppard attended his 435 Mother's Funeral XXVII. How Jack Sheppard was brought 441 back to Newgate XXVIII. What happened at Dollis Hill 449 XXIX. How Jack Sheppard was taken to 454 Westminster Hall XXX. How Jonathan Wild's House was 458 burnt down XXXI. The Procession to Tyburn 462 XXXII. The Closing Scene 472

EPOCH THE FIRST. 

1703. 

JONATHAN WILD. 

JACK SHEPPARD. 

CHAPTER I. 

The Widow and her Child. 

On the night of Friday, the 26th of November, 1703, and at the hour ofeleven, the door of a miserable habitation, situated in an obscurequarter of the Borough of Southwark, known as the Old Mint, was opened;and a man, with a lantern in his hand, appeared at the threshold. Thisperson, whose age might be about forty, was attired in a browndouble-breasted frieze coat, with very wide skirts, and a very narrowcollar; a light drugget waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees;black plush breeches; grey worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden heels, and high quarters, fastened by small silver buckles. Hewore a three-cornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thickwoollen wrapper folded round his throat. His clothes had evidently seensome service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of theworkshop. Still he had a decent look, and decidedly the air of onewell-to-do in the world. In stature, he was short and stumpy; in person, corpulent; and in countenance, sleek, snub-nosed, and demure. 

Immediately behind this individual, came a pale, poverty-stricken woman, whose forlorn aspect contrasted strongly with his plump and comfortablephysiognomy. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discolouredby various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants ofrusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to representthe garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathedin the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. 

Notwithstanding her emaciation, her features still retained somethingof a pleasing expression, and might have been termed beautiful, had itnot been for that repulsive freshness of lip denoting the habitualdram-drinker; a freshness in her case rendered the more shocking fromthe almost livid hue of the rest of her complexion. She could not bemore than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the workof time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom androundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinnedher raven hair. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to hercompanion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on hismind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. 

"Well, good night, Mr. Wood, " said she, in the deep, hoarse accents ofconsumption; "and may God Almighty bless and reward you for yourkindness! You were always the best of masters to my poor husband; andnow you've proved the best of friends to his widow and orphan boy. "

"Poh! poh! say no more about it, " rejoined the man hastily. "I've doneno more than my duty, Mrs. Sheppard, and neither deserve nor desire yourthanks. 'Whoso giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord;' that's mycomfort. And such slight relief as I can afford should have been offeredearlier, if I'd known where you'd taken refuge after your unfortunatehusband's--"

"Execution, you would say, Sir, " added Mrs. Sheppard, with a deep sigh, perceiving that her benefactor hesitated to pronounce the word. "Youshow more consideration to the feelings of a hempen widow, than there isany need to show. I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am growncallous to both; but I'm _not_ used to compassion, and know not how totake it. My heart would speak if it could, for it is very full. Therewas a time, long, long ago, when the tears would have rushed to my eyesunbidden at the bare mention of generosity like yours, Mr. Wood; butthey never come now. I have never wept since that day. "

"And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul, "replied Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops fromhis eyes, "unless it be tears of joy. Pshaw!" added he, making an effortto subdue his emotion, "I can't leave you in this way. I must stay aminute longer, if only to see you smile. "

So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed bythe widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate. 

The room in which this interview took place had a sordid and miserablelook. Rotten, and covered with a thick coat of dirt, the boards of thefloor presented a very insecure footing; the bare walls were scored allover with grotesque designs, the chief of which represented thepunishment of Nebuchadnezzar. The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. The ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or festooned with dustycobwebs. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchworkcounterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pairof bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the lastcentury, and some other articles of female attire. On a small shelf nearthe foot of the bed stood a couple of empty phials, a cracked ewer andbasin, a brown jug without a handle, a small tin coffee-pot without aspout, a saucer of rouge, a fragment of looking-glass, and a flask, labelled "_Rosa Solis_. " Broken pipes littered the floor, if that can besaid to be littered, which, in the first instance, was a mass of squalorand filth. 

Over the chimney-piece was pasted a handbill, purporting to be "_Thelast Dying Speech and Confession of_ TOM SHEPPARD, _the NotoriousHousebreaker, who suffered at Tyburn on the 25th of February, 1703. _"This placard was adorned with a rude wood-cut, representing the unhappymalefactor at the place of execution. On one side of the handbill aprint of the reigning sovereign, Anne, had been pinned over the portraitof William the Third, whose aquiline nose, keen eyes, and luxuriant wig, were just visible above the diadem of the queen. On the other a wretchedengraving of the Chevalier de Saint George, or, as he was styled in thelabel attached to the portrait, James the Third, raised a suspicion thatthe inmate of the house was not altogether free from some tincture ofJacobitism. 

Beneath these prints, a cluster of hobnails, driven into the wall, formed certain letters, which, if properly deciphered, produced thewords, "_Paul Groves, cobler;_" and under the name, traced in charcoal, appeared the following record of the poor fellow's fate, "_Hung himselin this rum for luv off licker;_" accompanied by a graphic sketch of theunhappy suicide dangling from a beam. A farthing candle, stuck in abottle neck, shed its feeble light upon the table, which, owing to theprovident kindness of Mr. Wood, was much better furnished with eatablesthan might have been expected, and boasted a loaf, a knuckle of ham, ameat-pie, and a flask of wine. 

"You've but a sorry lodging, Mrs. Sheppard, " said Wood, glancing roundthe chamber, as he expanded his palms before the scanty flame. 

"It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir, " rejoined the widow; "but, poor asit is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets. "

"Of course--of course, " returned Wood, hastily; "anything's better thanthat. But take a drop of wine, " urged he, filling a drinking-horn andpresenting it to her; "it's choice canary, and'll do you good. And now, come and sit by me, my dear, and let's have a little quiet chattogether. When things are at the worst, they'll mend. Take my word forit, your troubles are over. "

"I hope they are, Sir, " answered Mrs. Sheppard, with a faint smile and adoubtful shake of the head, as Wood drew her to a seat beside him, "forI've had my full share of misery. But I don't look for peace on thisside the grave. "

"Nonsense!" cried Wood; "while there's life there's hope. Never bedown-hearted. Besides, " added he, opening the shawl in which the infantwas wrapped, and throwing the light of the candle full upon its sickly, but placid features, "it's sinful to repine while you've a child likethis to comfort you. Lord help him! he's the very image of his father. Like carpenter, like chips. "

"That likeness is the chief cause of my misery, " replied the widow, shuddering. "Were it not for that, he would indeed be a blessing and acomfort to me. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, butlies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see himnow. But, when I look upon his innocent face, and see how like he is tohis father, --when I think of that father's shameful ending, andrecollect how free from guilt _he_ once was, --at such times, Mr. Wood, despair will come over me; and, dear as this babe is to me, far dearerthan my own wretched life, which I would lay down for him any minute, Ihave prayed to Heaven to remove him, rather than he should grow up to bea man, and be exposed to his father's temptations--rather than he shouldlive as wickedly and die as disgracefully as his father. And, when Ihave seen him pining away before my eyes, getting thinner and thinnerevery day, I have sometimes thought my prayers were heard. "

"Marriage and hanging go by destiny, " observed Wood, after a pause; "butI trust your child is reserved for a better fate than either, Mrs. Sheppard. "

The latter part of this speech was delivered with so much significanceof manner, that a bystander might have inferred that Mr. Wood was notparticularly fortunate in his own matrimonial connections. 

"Goodness only knows what he's reserved for, " rejoined the widow in adesponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night atthe Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in hisbed. "

"Save us!" exclaimed Wood. "And who is this Van Gal--Gal--what's hisoutlandish name?"

"Van Galgebrok, " replied the widow. "He's the famous Dutch conjuror whoforetold King William's accident and death, last February but one, amonth before either event happened, and gave out that another princeover the water would soon enjoy his own again; for which he wascommitted to Newgate, and whipped at the cart's tail. He went by anothername then, --Rykhart Scherprechter I think he called himself. Hisfellow-prisoners nicknamed him the gallows-provider, from a habit he hadof picking out all those who were destined to the gibbet. He was neverknown to err, and was as much dreaded as the jail-fever in consequence. He singled out my poor husband from a crowd of other felons; and youknow how right he was in that case, Sir. "

"Ay, marry, " replied Wood, with a look that seemed to say that he didnot think it required any surprising skill in the art of divination topredict the doom of the individual in question; but whatever opinion hemight entertain, he contented himself with inquiring into the grounds ofthe conjuror's evil augury respecting the infant. "What did the oldfellow judge from, eh, Joan?" asked he. 

"From a black mole under the child's right ear, shaped like a coffin, which is a bad sign; and a deep line just above the middle of the leftthumb, meeting round about in the form of a noose, which is a worse, "replied Mrs. Sheppard. "To be sure, it's not surprising the poor littlething should be so marked; for, when I lay in the women-felons' ward inNewgate, where he first saw the light, or at least such light as everfinds entrance into that gloomy place, I had nothing, whether sleepingor waking, but halters, and gibbets, and coffins, and such like horriblevisions, for ever dancing round me! And then, you know, Sir--but, perhaps, you don't know that little Jack was born, a month before histime, on the very day his poor father suffered. "

"Lord bless us!" ejaculated Wood, "how shocking! No, I did _not_ knowthat. "

"You may see the marks on the child yourself, if you choose, Sir, "urged the widow. 

"See the devil!--not I, " cried Wood impatiently. "I didn't think you'dbeen so easily fooled, Joan. "

"Fooled or not, " returned Mrs. Sheppard mysteriously, "old Van told me_one_ thing which has come true already. "

"What's that?" asked Wood with some curiosity. 

"He said, by way of comfort, I suppose, after the fright he gave me atfirst, that the child would find a friend within twenty-four hours, whowould stand by him through life. "

"A friend is not so soon gained as lost, " replied Wood; "but how has theprediction been fulfilled, Joan, eh?"

"I thought you would have guessed, Sir, " replied the widow, timidly. "I'm sure little Jack has but one friend beside myself, in the world, and that's more than I would have ventured to say for him yesterday. However, I've not told you all; for old Van _did_ say something aboutthe child saving his new-found friend's life at the time of meeting; buthow that's to happen, I'm sure I can't guess. "

"Nor any one else in his senses, " rejoined Wood, with a laugh. "It's notvery likely that a babby of nine months old will save _my_ life, if I'mto be his friend, as you seem to say, Mrs. Sheppard. But I've notpromised to stand by him yet; nor will I, unless he turns out an honestlad, --mind that. Of all crafts, --and it was the only craft his poorfather, who, to do him justice, was one of the best workmen that everhandled a saw or drove a nail, could never understand, --of all crafts, Isay, to be an honest man is the master-craft. As long as your sonobserves that precept I'll befriend him, but no longer. "

"I don't desire it, Sir, " replied Mrs. Sheppard, meekly. 

"There's an old proverb, " continued Wood, rising and walking towards thefire, "which says, --'Put another man's child in your bosom, and he'llcreep out at your elbow. ' But I don't value that, because I think itapplies to one who marries a widow with encumbrances; and that's not mycase, you know. "

"Well, Sir, " gasped Mrs. Sheppard. 

"Well, my dear, I've a proposal to make in regard to this babby ofyours, which may, or may not, be agreeable. All I can say is, it's wellmeant; and I may add, I'd have made it five minutes ago, if you'd givenme the opportunity. "

"Pray come to the point, Sir, " said Mrs. Sheppard, somewhat alarmed bythis preamble. 

"I _am_ coming to the point, Joan. The more haste, the worsespeed--better the feet slip than the tongue. However, to cut a longmatter short, my proposal's this:--I've taken a fancy to your bantling, and, as I've no son of my own, if it meets with your concurrence andthat of Mrs. Wood, (for I never do anything without consulting my betterhalf, ) I'll take the boy, educate him, and bring him up to my ownbusiness of a carpenter. "

The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to herbreast. 

"Well, Joan, " said the benevolent mechanic, after he had looked at hersteadfastly for a few moments, "what say you?--silence gives consent, eh?"

Mrs. Sheppard made an effort to speak, but her voice was choked byemotion. 

"Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone betweenjest and earnest. 

"I cannot part with him, " replied the widow, bursting into tears;"indeed, indeed, I cannot. "

"So I've found out the way to move her, " thought the carpenter; "thosetears will do her some good, at all events. Not part with him!" added healoud. "Why you wouldn't stand in the way of his good fortune sure_ly_?I'll be a second father to him, I tell you. Remember what the conjurorsaid. "

"I _do_ remember it, Sir, " replied Mrs. Sheppard, "and am most gratefulfor your offer. But I dare not accept it. "

"Dare not!" echoed the carpenter; "I don't understand you, Joan. "

"I mean to say, Sir, " answered Mrs. Sheppard in a troubled voice, "thatif I lost my child, I should lose all I have left in the world. I haveneither father, mother, brother, sister, nor husband--I have only_him_. "

"If I ask you to part with him, my good woman, it's to better hiscondition, I suppose, ain't it?" rejoined Wood angrily; for, though hehad no serious intention of carrying his proposal into effect, he wasrather offended at having it declined. "It's not an offer, " continuedhe, "that I'm likely to make, or you're likely to receive every day inthe year. "

And muttering some remarks, which we do not care to repeat, reflectingupon the consistency of the sex, he was preparing once more to depart, when Mrs. Sheppard stopped him. 

"Give me till to-morrow, " implored she, "and if I _can_ bring myself topart with him, you shall have him without another word. "

"Take time to consider of it, " replied Wood sulkily, "there's no hurry. "

"Don't be angry with me, Sir, " cried the widow, sobbing bitterly, "praydon't. I know I am undeserving of your bounty; but if I were to tell youwhat hardships I have undergone--to what frightful extremities I havebeen reduced--and to what infamy I have submitted, to earn a scantysubsistence for this child's sake, --if you could feel what it is tostand alone in the world as I do, bereft of all who have ever loved me, and shunned by all who have ever known me, except the worthless and thewretched, --if you knew (and Heaven grant you may be spared theknowledge!) how much affliction sharpens love, and how much more dear tome my child has become for every sacrifice I have made for him, --if youwere told all this, you would, I am sure, pity rather than reproach me, because I cannot at once consent to a separation, which I feel wouldbreak my heart. But give me till to-morrow--only till to-morrow--I maybe able to part with him then. "

The worthy carpenter was now far more angry with himself than he hadpreviously been with Mrs. Sheppard; and, as soon as he could command hisfeelings, which were considerably excited by the mention of herdistresses, he squeezed her hand warmly, bestowed a hearty execrationupon his own inhumanity, and swore he would neither separate her fromher child, nor suffer any one else to separate them. 

"Plague on't!" added he: "I never meant to take your babby from you. ButI'd a mind to try whether you really loved him as much as you pretended. I was to blame to carry the matter so far. However, confession of afault makes half amends for it. A time _may_ come when this little chapwill need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend inOwen Wood. "

As he said this, the carpenter patted the cheek of the little object ofhis benevolent professions, and, in so doing, unintentionally arousedhim from his slumbers. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the childfixed them for an instant upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry, which, however, was speedily stilledby the caresses of his mother, towards whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection. 

"I don't think he would leave me, even if I could part with him, "observed Mrs. Sheppard, smiling through her tears. 

"I don't think he would, " acquiesced the carpenter. "No friend like themother, for the babby knows no other. "

"And that's true, " rejoined Mrs. Sheppard; "for if I had _not_ been amother, I would not have survived the day on which I became a widow. "

"You mustn't think of that, Mrs. Sheppard, " said Wood in a soothingtone. 

"I can't help thinking of it, Sir, " answered the widow. "I can never getpoor Tom's last look out of my head, as he stood in the Stone-Hall atNewgate, after his irons had been knocked off, unless I manage tostupify myself somehow. The dismal tolling of St. Sepulchre's bell isfor ever ringing in my ears--oh!"

"If that's the case, " observed Wood, "I'm surprised you should like tohave such a frightful picture constantly in view as that over thechimney-piece. "

"I'd good reasons for placing it there, Sir; but don't question meabout them now, or you'll drive me mad, " returned Mrs. Sheppard wildly. 

"Well, well, we'll say no more about it, " replied Wood; "and, by way ofchanging the subject, let me advise you on no account to fly to strongwaters for consolation, Joan. One nail drives out another, it's true;but the worst nail you can employ is a coffin-nail. Gin Lane's thenearest road to the churchyard. "

"It may be; but if it shortens the distance and lightens the journey, Icare not, " retorted the widow, who seemed by this reproach to be rousedinto sudden eloquence. "To those who, like me, have never been able toget out of the dark and dreary paths of life, the grave is indeed arefuge, and the sooner they reach it the better. The spirit I drink maybe poison, --it may kill me, --perhaps it _is_ killing me:--but so wouldhunger, cold, misery, --so would my own thoughts. I should have gone madwithout it. Gin is the poor man's friend, --his sole set-off against therich man's luxury. It comforts him when he is most forlorn. It may betreacherous, it may lay up a store of future woe; but it insures presenthappiness, and that is sufficient. When I have traversed the streets ahouseless wanderer, driven with curses from every door where I havesolicited alms, and with blows from every gateway where I have soughtshelter, --when I have crept into some deserted building, and stretchedmy wearied limbs upon a bulk, in the vain hope of repose, --or, worsethan all, when, frenzied with want, I have yielded to horribletemptation, and earned a meal in the only way I could earn one, --when Ihave felt, at times like these, my heart sink within me, I have drank ofthis drink, and have at once forgotten my cares, my poverty, my guilt. Old thoughts, old feelings, old faces, and old scenes have returned tome, and I have fancied myself happy, --as happy as I am now. " And sheburst into a wild hysterical laugh. 

"Poor creature!" ejaculated Wood. "Do you call this frantic gleehappiness?"

"It's all the happiness I have known for years, " returned the widow, becoming suddenly calm, "and it's short-lived enough, as you perceive. Itell you what, Mr. Wood, " added she in a hollow voice, and with aghastly look, "gin may bring ruin; but as long as poverty, vice, andill-usage exist, it will be drunk. "

"God forbid!" exclaimed Wood, fervently; and, as if afraid of prolongingthe interview, he added, with some precipitation, "But I must be going:I've stayed here too long already. You shall hear from me to-morrow. "

"Stay!" said Mrs. Sheppard, again arresting his departure. "I've justrecollected that my husband left a key with me, which he charged me togive you when I could find an opportunity. "

"A key!" exclaimed Wood eagerly. "I lost a very valuable one some timeago. What's it like, Joan?"

"It's a small key, with curiously-fashioned wards. "

"It's mine, I'll be sworn, " rejoined Wood. "Well, who'd have thought offinding it in this unexpected way!"

"Don't be too sure till you see it, " said the widow. "Shall I fetch itfor you, Sir?"

"By all means. "

"I must trouble you to hold the child, then, for a minute, while I runup to the garret, where I've hidden it for safety, " said Mrs. Sheppard. "I think I _may_ trust him with you, Sir, " added she, taking up thecandle. 

"Don't leave him, if you're at all fearful, my dear, " replied Wood, receiving the little burthen with a laugh. "Poor thing!" muttered he, asthe widow departed on her errand, "she's seen better days and bettercircumstances than she'll ever see again, I'm sure. Strange, I couldnever learn her history. Tom Sheppard was always a close file, and wouldnever tell whom he married. Of this I'm certain, however, she was muchtoo good for him, and was never meant to be a journeyman carpenter'swife, still less what is she now. Her heart's in the right place, at allevents; and, since that's the case, the rest may perhaps comeround, --that is, if she gets through her present illness. A dry cough'sthe trumpeter of death. If that's true, she's not long for this world. As to this little fellow, in spite of the Dutchman, who, in my opinion, is more of a Jacobite than a conjurer, and more of a knave than either, he shall never mount a horse foaled by an acorn, if I can help it. "

The course of the carpenter's meditations was here interrupted by a loudnote of lamentation from the child, who, disturbed by the transfer, andnot receiving the gentle solace to which he was ordinarily accustomed, raised his voice to the utmost, and exerted his feeble strength toescape. For a few moments Mr. Wood dandled his little charge to and fro, after the most approved nursery fashion, essaying at the same time thesoothing influence of an infantine melody proper to the occasion; but, failing in his design, he soon lost all patience, and being, as we havebefore hinted, rather irritable, though extremely well-meaning, helifted the unhappy bantling in the air, and shook him with so much goodwill, that he had well-nigh silenced him most effectually. A brief calmsucceeded. But with returning breath came returning vociferations; andthe carpenter, with a faint hope of lessening the clamour by change ofscene, took up his lantern, opened the door, and walked out. 

CHAPTER II. 

The Old Mint. 

Mrs. Sheppard's habitation terminated a row of old ruinous buildings, called Wheeler's Rents; a dirty thoroughfare, part street, and partlane, running from Mint Street, through a variety of turnings, and alongthe brink of a deep kennel, skirted by a number of petty and neglectedgardens in the direction of Saint George's Fields. The neighbouringhouses were tenanted by the lowest order of insolvent traders, thieves, mendicants, and other worthless and nefarious characters, who fledthither to escape from their creditors, or to avoid the punishment dueto their different offenses; for we may observe that the Old Mint, although it had been divested of some of its privileges as a sanctuaryby a recent statute passed in the reign of William the Third, stillpresented a safe asylum to the debtor, and even continued to do so untilthe middle of the reign of George the First, when the crying nature ofthe evil called loudly for a remedy, and another and more sweepingenactment entirely took away its immunities. In consequence of theencouragement thus offered to dishonesty, and the security afforded tocrime, this quarter of the Borough of Southwark was accounted (at theperiod of our narrative) the grand receptacle of the superfluousvillainy of the metropolis. Infested by every description of vagabondand miscreant, it was, perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookerynear Saint Giles's and the desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill inour own time. And yet, on the very site of the sordid tenements andsqualid courts we have mentioned, where the felon openly made hisdwelling, and the fraudulent debtor laughed the object of his knavery toscorn--on this spot, not two centuries ago, stood the princely residenceof Charles Brandon, the chivalrous Duke of Suffolk, whose stout heartwas a well of honour, and whose memory breathes of loyalty and valour. Suffolk House, as Brandon's palace was denominated, was subsequentlyconverted into a mint by his royal brother-in-law, Henry the Eighth;and, after its demolition, and the removal of the place of coinage tothe Tower, the name was still continued to the district in which it hadbeen situated. 

Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture ofdesolation and misery. Nothing more forlorn could be conceived. The roofwas partially untiled; the chimneys were tottering; the side-wallsbulged, and were supported by a piece of timber propped against theopposite house; the glass in most of the windows was broken, and itsplace supplied with paper; while, in some cases, the very frames of thewindows had been destroyed, and the apertures were left free to the airsof heaven. On the groundfloor the shutters were closed, or, to speakmore correctly, altogether nailed up, and presented a very singularappearance, being patched all over with the soles of old shoes, rustyhobnails, and bits of iron hoops, the ingenious device of the formeroccupant of the apartment, Paul Groves, the cobbler, to whom we havebefore alluded. 

It was owing to the untimely end of this poor fellow that Mrs. Sheppardwas enabled to take possession of the premises. In a fit of despondency, superinduced by drunkenness, he made away with himself; and when thebody was discovered, after a lapse of some months, such was theimpression produced by the spectacle--such the alarm occasioned by thecrazy state of the building, and, above all, by the terror inspired bystrange and unearthly noises heard during the night, which were, ofcourse, attributed to the spirit of the suicide, that the place speedilyenjoyed the reputation of being haunted, and was, consequently, entirelyabandoned. In this state Mrs. Sheppard found it; and, as no one opposedher, she at once took up her abode there; nor was she long indiscovering that the dreaded sounds proceeded from the nocturnal gambolsof a legion of rats. 

A narrow entry, formed by two low walls, communicated with the mainthoroughfare; and in this passage, under the cover of a penthouse, stoodWood, with his little burthen, to whom we shall now return. 

As Mrs. Sheppard did not make her appearance quite so soon as heexpected, the carpenter became a little fidgetty, and, having succeededin tranquillizing the child, he thought proper to walk so far down theentry as would enable him to reconnoitre the upper windows of the house. A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the dampatmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. This light did notremain stationary, but could be seen at one moment glimmering throughthe rents in the roof, and at another shining through the cracks in thewall, or the broken panes of the casement. Wood was unable to discoverthe figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, andwas about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as heimagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though achest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor. 

Before Wood had time to inquire into the cause of this sound, hisattention was diverted by a man, who rushed past the entry with theswiftness of desperation. This individual apparently met with someimpediment to his further progress; for he had not proceeded many stepswhen he turned suddenly about, and darted up the passage in which Woodstood. 

Uttering a few inarticulate ejaculations, --for he was completely out ofbreath, --the fugitive placed a bundle in the arms of the carpenter, and, regardless of the consternation he excited in the breast of thatpersonage, who was almost stupified with astonishment, he began todivest himself of a heavy horseman's cloak, which he threw over Wood'sshoulder, and, drawing his sword, seemed to listen intently for theapproach of his pursuers. 

The appearance of the new-comer was extremely prepossessing; and, afterhis trepidation had a little subsided, Wood began to regard him withsome degree of interest. Evidently in the flower of his age, he wasscarcely less remarkable for symmetry of person than for comeliness offeature; and, though his attire was plain and unpretending, it was suchas could be worn only by one belonging to the higher ranks of society. His figure was tall and commanding, and the expression of hiscountenance (though somewhat disturbed by his recent exertion) wasresolute and stern. 

At this juncture, a cry burst from the child, who, nearly smothered bythe weight imposed upon him, only recovered the use of his lungs as Woodaltered the position of the bundle. The stranger turned his head at thesound. 

"By Heaven!" cried he in a tone of surprise, "you have an infant there?"

"To be sure I have, " replied Wood, angrily; for, finding that theintentions of the stranger were pacific, so far as he was concerned, hethought he might safely venture on a slight display of spirit. "It'svery well you haven't crushed the poor little thing to death with thisconfounded clothes'-bag. But some people have no consideration. "

"That child may be the means of saving me, " muttered the stranger, as ifstruck by a new idea: "I shall gain time by the expedient. Do you livehere?"

"Not exactly, " answered the carpenter. 

"No matter. The door is open, so it is needless to ask leave to enter. Ha!" exclaimed the stranger, as shouts and other vociferations resoundedat no great distance along the thoroughfare, "not a moment is to belost. Give me that precious charge, " he added, snatching the bundle fromWood. "If I escape, I will reward you. Your name?"

"Owen Wood, " replied the carpenter; "I've no reason to be ashamed of it. And now, a fair exchange, Sir. Yours?"

The stranger hesitated. The shouts drew nearer, and lights were seenflashing ruddily against the sides and gables of the neighbouringhouses. 

"My name is Darrell, " said the fugitive hastily. "But, if you arediscovered, answer no questions, as you value your life. Wrap yourselfin my cloak, and keep it. Remember! not a word!"

So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed thelantern to the ground, and extinguished the light. A moment afterwards, the door was closed and bolted, and the carpenter found himself alone. 

"Mercy on us!" cried he, as a thrill of apprehension ran through hisframe. "The Dutchman was right, after all. "

This exclamation had scarcely escaped him, when the discharge of apistol was heard, and a bullet whizzed past his ears. 

"I have him!" cried a voice in triumph. 

A man, then, rushed up the entry, and, seizing the unlucky carpenter bythe collar, presented a drawn sword to his throat. This person wasspeedily followed by half a dozen others, some of whom carriedflambeaux. 

"Mur--der!" roared Wood, struggling to free himself from his assailant, by whom he was half strangled. 

"Damnation!" exclaimed one of the leaders of the party in a furioustone, snatching a torch from an attendant, and throwing its light fullupon the face of the carpenter; "this is not the villain, Sir Cecil. "

"So I find, Rowland, " replied the other, in accents of deepdisappointment, and at the same time relinquishing his grasp. "I couldhave sworn I saw him enter this passage. And how comes his cloak on thisknave's shoulders?"

"It is his cloak, of a surety, " returned Rowland "Harkye, sirrah, "continued he, haughtily interrogating Wood; "where is the person fromwhom you received this mantle?"

"Throttling a man isn't the way to make him answer questions, " repliedthe carpenter, doggedly. "You'll get nothing out of me, I can promiseyou, unless you show a little more civility. "

"We waste time with this fellow, " interposed Sir Cecil, "and may losethe object of our quest, who, beyond doubt, has taken refuge in thisbuilding. Let us search it. "

Just then, the infant began to sob piteously. 

"Hist!" cried Rowland, arresting his comrade. "Do you hear that! We arenot wholly at fault. The dog-fox cannot be far off, since the cub isfound. "

With these words, he tore the mantle from Wood's back, and, perceivingthe child, endeavoured to seize it. In this attempt he was, however, foiled by the agility of the carpenter, who managed to retreat to thedoor, against which he placed his back, kicking the boards vigorouslywith his heel. 

"Joan! Joan!" vociferated he, "open the door, for God's sake, or I shallbe murdered, and so will your babby! Open the door quickly, I say. "

"Knock him on the head, " thundered Sir Cecil, "or we shall have thewatch upon us. "

"No fear of that, " rejoined Rowland: "such vermin never dare to showthemselves in this privileged district. All we have to apprehend is arescue. "

The hint was not lost upon Wood. He tried to raise an outcry, but histhroat was again forcibly griped by Rowland. 

"Another such attempt, " said the latter, "and you are a dead man. Yieldup the babe, and I pledge my word you shall remain unmolested. "

"I will yield it to no one but its mother, " answered Wood. 

"'Sdeath! do you trifle with me, sirrah?" cried Rowland fiercely. "Giveme the child, or--"

As he spoke the door was thrown open, and Mrs. Sheppard staggeredforward. She looked paler than ever; but her countenance, thoughbewildered, did not exhibit the alarm which might naturally have beenanticipated from the strange and perplexing scene presented to her view. 

"Take it, " cried Wood, holding the infant towards her; "take it, andfly. "

Mrs. Sheppard put out her arms mechanically. But before the child couldbe committed to her care, it was wrested from the carpenter by Rowland. 

"These people are all in league with him, " cried the latter. "But don'twait for me, Sir Cecil. Enter the house with your men. I'll dispose ofthe brat. "

This injunction was instantly obeyed. The knight and his followerscrossed the threshold, leaving one of the torch-bearers behind them. 

"Davies, " said Rowland, delivering the babe, with a meaning look, to hisattendant. 

"I understand, Sir, " replied Davies, drawing a little aside. And, setting down the link, he proceeded deliberately to untie his cravat. 

"My God! will you see your child strangled before your eyes, and not somuch as scream for help?" said Wood, staring at the widow with a look ofsurprise and horror. "Woman, your wits are fled!"

And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmurdistractedly, "I can't find the key. "

"Devil take the key!" ejaculated Wood. "They're about to murder yourchild--_your_ child, I tell you! Do you comprehend what I say, Joan?"

"I've hurt my head, " replied Mrs. Sheppard, pressing her hand to hertemples. 

And then, for the first time, Wood noticed a small stream of bloodcoursing slowly down her cheek. 

At this moment, Davies, who had completed his preparations, extinguishedthe torch. 

"It's all over, " groaned Wood, "and perhaps it's as well her senses aregone. However, I'll make a last effort to save the poor little creature, if it costs me my life. "

And, with this generous resolve, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Arrest! arrest! help! help!" seconding the words with a shrill andpeculiar cry, well known at the time to the inhabitants of the quarterin which it was uttered. 

In reply to this summons a horn was instantly blown at the corner of thestreet. 

"Arrest!" vociferated Wood. "Mint! Mint!"

"Death and hell!" cried Rowland, making a furious pass at the carpenter, who fortunately avoided the thrust in the darkness; "will nothingsilence you?"

"Help!" ejaculated Wood, renewing his cries. "Arrest!"

"Jigger closed!" shouted a hoarse voice in reply. "All's bowman, mycovey. Fear nothing. We'll be upon the ban-dogs before they can shaketheir trotters!"

And the alarm was sounded more loudly than ever. 

Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of thethoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, andmore remote blast, took up the note of alarm. The whole neighbourhoodwas disturbed. A garrison called to arms at dead of night on the suddenapproach of the enemy, could not have been more expeditiously, oreffectually aroused. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted, and hoistedat the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if bymagic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons ofboth sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, anddressed in such garments as could be most easily slipped on. Hurrying inthe direction of the supposed arrest, they encouraged each other withshouts, and threatened the offending parties with their vengeance. 

Regardless as the gentry of the Mint usually were (for, indeed, they hadbecome habituated from their frequent occurrence to such scenes, ) of anyoutrages committed in their streets; deaf, as they had been, to therecent scuffle before Mrs. Sheppard's door, they were alwayssufficiently on the alert to maintain their privileges, and to assisteach other against the attacks of their common enemy--the sheriff'sofficer. It was only by the adoption of such a course (especially sincethe late act of suppression, to which we have alluded, ) that theinviolability of the asylum could be preserved. Incursions were oftenmade upon its territories by the functionaries of the law; sometimesattended with success, but more frequently with discomfiture; and itrarely happened, unless by stratagem or bribery, that (in the languageof the gentlemen of the short staff) an important caption could beeffected. In order to guard against accidents or surprises, watchmen, orscouts, (as they were styled, ) were stationed at the three main outletsof the sanctuary ready to give the signal in the manner just described:bars were erected, which, in case of emergency; could be immediatelystretched across the streets: doors were attached to the alleys; andwere never opened without due precautions; gates were affixed to thecourts, wickets to the gates, and bolts to the wickets. The back windowsof the houses (where any such existed) were strongly barricaded, andkept constantly shut; and the fortress was, furthermore, defended byhigh walls and deep ditches in those quarters where it appeared mostexposed. There was also a Maze, (the name is still retained in thedistrict, ) into which the debtor could run, and through the intricaciesof which it was impossible for an officer to follow him, without aclue. Whoever chose to incur the risk of so doing might enter the Mintat any hour; but no one was suffered to depart without giving asatisfactory account of himself, or producing a pass from the Master. Inshort, every contrivance that ingenuity could devise was resorted to bythis horde of reprobates to secure themselves from danger ormolestation. Whitefriars had lost its privileges; Salisbury Court andthe Savoy no longer offered places of refuge to the debtor; and it was, therefore, doubly requisite that the Island of Bermuda (as the Mint wastermed by its occupants) should uphold its rights, as long as it wasable to do so. 

Mr. Wood, meantime, had not remained idle. Aware that not a moment wasto be lost, if he meant to render any effectual assistance to the child, he ceased shouting, and defending himself in the best way he could fromthe attacks of Rowland, by whom he was closely pressed, forced his way, in spite of all opposition, to Davies, and dealt him a blow on the headwith such good will that, had it not been for the intervention of thewall, the ruffian must have been prostrated. Before he could recoverfrom the stunning effects of the blow, Wood possessed himself of thechild: and, untying the noose which had been slipped round its throat, had the satisfaction of hearing it cry lustily. 

At this juncture, Sir Cecil and his followers appeared at the threshold. 

"He has escaped!" exclaimed the knight; "we have searched every cornerof the house without finding a trace of him. "

"Back!" cried Rowland. "Don't you hear those shouts? Yon fellow'sclamour has brought the whole horde of jail-birds and cut-throats thatinfest this place about our ears. We shall be torn in pieces if we arediscovered. Davies!" he added, calling to the attendant, who wasmenacing Wood with a severe retaliation, "don't heed him; but, if youvalue a whole skin, come into the house, and bring that woman with you. She may afford us some necessary information. "

Davies reluctantly complied. And, dragging Mrs. Sheppard, who made noresistance, along with him, entered the house, the door of which wasinstantly shut and barricaded. 

A moment afterwards, the street was illumined by a blaze of torchlight, and a tumultuous uproar, mixed with the clashing of weapons, and thebraying of horns, announced the arrival of the first detachment ofMinters. 

Mr. Wood rushed instantly to meet them. 

"Hurrah!" shouted he, waving his hat triumphantly over his head. "Saved!"

"Ay, ay, it's all bob, my covey! You're safe enough, that's certain!"responded the Minters, baying, yelping, leaping, and howling around himlike a pack of hounds when the huntsman is beating cover; "but, whereare the lurchers?"

"Who?" asked Wood. 

"The traps!" responded a bystander. 

"The shoulder-clappers!" added a lady, who, in her anxiety to join theparty, had unintentionally substituted her husband's nether habilimentsfor her own petticoats. 

"The ban-dogs!" thundered a tall man, whose stature and formeravocations had procured him the nickname of "The long drover of theBorough market. " "Where are they?"

"Ay, where are they?" chorussed the mob, flourishing their variousweapons, and flashing their torches in the air; "we'll starve 'em out. "

Mr. Wood trembled. He felt he had raised a storm which it would be verydifficult, if not impossible, to allay. He knew not what to say, or whatto do; and his confusion was increased by the threatening gestures andfurious looks of the ruffians in his immediate vicinity. 

"I don't understand you, gentlemen, " stammered he, at length. 

"What does he say?" roared the long drover. 

"He says he don't understand flash, " replied the lady in gentleman'sattire. 

"Cease your confounded clutter!" said a young man, whose swarthy visage, seen in the torchlight, struck Wood as being that of a Mulatto. "Youfrighten the cull out of his senses. It's plain he don't understand ourlingo; as, how should he? Take pattern by me;" and as he said this hestrode up to the carpenter, and, slapping him on the shoulder, propounded the following questions, accompanying each interrogation witha formidable contortion of countenance. "Curse you! Where are thebailiffs? Rot you! have you lost your tongue? Devil seize you! you couldbawl loud enough a moment ago!"

"Silence, Blueskin!" interposed an authoritative voice, immediatelybehind the ruffian. "Let me have a word with the cull!"

"Ay! ay!" cried several of the bystanders, "let Jonathan kimbaw thecove. He's got the gift of the gab. "

The crowd accordingly drew aside, and the individual, in whose behalfthe movement had been made immediately stepped forward. He was a youngman of about two-and-twenty, who, without having anything remarkableeither in dress or appearance, was yet a noticeable person, if only forthe indescribable expression of cunning pervading his countenance. Hiseyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of afox. A physiognomist, indeed, would have likened him to that craftyanimal, and it must be owned the general formation of his featuresfavoured such a comparison. The nose was long and sharp, the chinpointed, the forehead broad and flat, and connected, without anyintervening hollow, with the eyelid; the teeth when displayed, seemed toreach from ear to ear. Then his beard was of a reddish hue, and hiscomplexion warm and sanguine. Those who had seen him slumbering, averredthat he slept with his eyes open. But this might be merely a figurativemode of describing his customary vigilance. Certain it was, that theslightest sound aroused him. This astute personage was somewhat underthe middle size, but fairly proportioned, inclining rather to strengththan symmetry, and abounding more in muscle than in flesh. 

It would seem, from the attention which he evidently bestowed upon thehidden and complex machinery of the grand system of villany at workaround him, that his chief object in taking up his quarters in the Mint, must have been to obtain some private information respecting the habitsand practices of its inhabitants, to be turned to account hereafter. 

Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, anddemanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge inthe adjoining house, were bailiffs. 

"Not that I know of, " replied the carpenter, who had in some degreerecovered his confidence. 

"Then I presume you've not been arrested?"

"I have not, " answered Wood firmly. 

"I guessed as much. Perhaps you'll next inform us why you haveoccasioned this disturbance. "

"Because this child's life was threatened by the persons you havementioned, " rejoined Wood. 

"An excellent reason, i' faith!" exclaimed Blueskin, with a roar ofsurprise and indignation, which was echoed by the whole assemblage. "Andso we're to be summoned from our beds and snug firesides, because a kidhappens to squall, eh? By the soul of my grandmother, but this is toogood!"

"Do you intend to claim the privileges of the Mint?" said Jonathan, calmly pursuing his interrogations amid the uproar. "Is your person indanger?"

"Not from my creditors, " replied Wood, significantly. 

"Will he post the cole? Will he come down with the dues? Ask him that?"cried Blueskin. 

"You hear, " pursued Jonathan; "my friend desires to know if you arewilling to pay your footing as a member of the ancient and respectablefraternity of debtors?"

"I owe no man a farthing, and my name shall never appear in any suchrascally list, " replied Wood angrily. "I don't see why I should beobliged to pay for doing my duty. I tell you this child would have beenstrangled. The noose was at its throat when I called for help. I knewit was in vain to cry 'murder!' in the Mint, so I had recourse tostratagem. "

"Well, Sir, I must say you deserve some credit for your ingenuity, atall events, " replied Jonathan, repressing a smile; "but, before you putout your foot so far, it would have been quite as prudent to considerhow you were to draw it back again. For my own part, I don't see in whatway it is to be accomplished, except by the payment of our customaryfees. Do not imagine you can at one moment avail yourself of ourexcellent regulations (with which you seem sufficiently wellacquainted), and the next break them with impunity. If you assume thecharacter of a debtor for your own convenience, you must be content tomaintain it for ours. If you have not been arrested, we have beendisturbed; and it is but just and reasonable you should pay foroccasioning such disturbance. By your own showing you are in easycircumstances, --for it is only natural to presume that a man who owesnothing must be in a condition to pay liberally, --and you cannottherefore feel the loss of such a trifle as ten guineas. "

However illogical and inconclusive these arguments might appear to Mr. Wood, and however he might dissent from the latter proposition, he didnot deem it expedient to make any reply; and the orator proceeded withhis harangue amid the general applause of the assemblage. 

"I am perhaps exceeding my authority in demanding so slight a sum, "continued Jonathan, modestly, "and the Master of the Mint may not bedisposed to let you off so lightly. He will be here in a moment or so, and you will then learn his determination. In the mean time, let meadvise you as a friend not to irritate him by a refusal, which would beas useless as vexatious. He has a very summary mode of dealing withrefractory persons, I assure you. My best endeavours shall be used tobring you off, on the easy terms I have mentioned. "

"Do you call ten guineas easy terms?" cried Wood, with a look of dismay. "Why, I should expect to purchase the entire freehold of the Mint forless money. "

"Many a man has been glad to pay double the amount to get his head fromunder the Mint pump, " observed Blueskin, gruffly. 

"Let the gentleman take his own course, " said Jonathan, mildly. "Ishould be sorry to persuade him to do anything his calmer judgment mightdisapprove. "

"Exactly my sentiments, " rejoined Blueskin. "I wouldn't force him forthe world: but if he don't tip the stivers, may I be cursed if he don'tget a taste of the _aqua pompaginis_. Let's have a look at the kinchenthat _ought_ to have been throttled, " added he, snatching the child fromWood. "My stars! here's a pretty lullaby-cheat to make a fuss about--ho!ho!"

"Deal with me as you think proper, gentlemen, " exclaimed Wood; "but, formercy's sake don't harm the child! Let it be taken to its mother. "

"And who is its mother?" asked Jonathan, in an eager whisper. "Tell mefrankly, and speak under your breath. Your own safety--the child'ssafety--depends upon your candour. "

While Mr. Wood underwent this examination, Blueskin felt a small andtrembling hand placed upon his own, and, turning at the summons, behelda young female, whose features were partially concealed by a loo, orhalf mask, standing beside him. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions offeminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing lovelinessof the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention. Her figurewas, in some measure, hidden by a large scarf, and a deep hood drawnover the head contributed to her disguise; still it was evident, fromher lofty bearing, that she had nothing in common, except an interest intheir proceedings, with the crew by whom she was surrounded. 

Whence she came, --who she was, --and what she wanted, --were questionswhich naturally suggested themselves to Blueskin, and he was about toseek for some explanation, when his curiosity was checked by a gestureof silence from the lady. 

"Hush!" said she, in a low, but agitated voice; "would you earn thispurse?"

"I've no objection, " replied Blueskin, in a tone intended to be gentle, but which sounded like the murmuring whine of a playful bear. "How muchis there in it!"

"It contains gold, " replied the lady; "but I will add this ring. "

"What am I to do to earn it?" asked Blueskin, with a disgustingleer, --"cut a throat--or throw myself at your feet--eh, my dear?"

"Give me that child, " returned the lady, with difficulty overcoming theloathing inspired by the ruffian's familiarity. 

"Oh! I see!" replied Blueskin, winking significantly, "Come nearer, orthey'll observe us. Don't be afraid--I won't hurt you. I'm alwaysagreeable to the women, bless their kind hearts! Now! slip the purseinto my hand. Bravo!--the best cly-faker of 'em all couldn't have doneit better. And now for the fawney--the ring I mean. I'm no great judgeof these articles, Ma'am; but I trust to your honour not to palm offpaste upon me. "

"It is a diamond, " said the lady, in an agony of distress, --"the child!"

"A diamond! Here, take the kid, " cried Blueskin, slipping the infantadroitly under her scarf. "And so this is a diamond, " added he, contemplating the brilliant from the hollow of his hand: "it doessparkle almost as brightly as your ogles. By the by, my dear, I forgotto ask your name--perhaps you'll oblige me with it now? Hell and thedevil!--gone!"

He looked around in vain. The lady had disappeared. 

CHAPTER III. 

The Master of the Mint. 

Jonathan, meanwhile, having ascertained the parentage of the child fromWood, proceeded to question him in an under tone, as to the probablemotives of the attempt upon its life; and, though he failed in obtainingany information on this point, he had little difficulty in elicitingsuch particulars of the mysterious transaction as have already beenrecounted. When the carpenter concluded his recital, Jonathan was for amoment lost in reflection. 

"Devilish strange!" thought he, chuckling to himself; "queer business!Capital trick of the cull in the cloak to make another person's bratstand the brunt for his own--capital! ha! ha! Won't do, though. He mustbe a sly fox to get out of the Mint without my knowledge. I've a shrewdguess where he's taken refuge; but I'll ferret him out. These bloodswill pay well for his capture; if not, _he'll_ pay well to get out oftheir hands; so I'm safe either way--ha! ha! Blueskin, " he added aloud, and motioning that worthy, "follow me. "

Upon which, he set off in the direction of the entry. His progress, however, was checked by loud acclamations, announcing the arrival of theMaster of the Mint and his train. 

Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a "goodly portly man, and a corpulent, " whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection heentertained for good liquor and good living. He had a quick, shrewd, merry eye, and a look in which duplicity was agreeably veiled by goodhumour. It was easy to discover that he was a knave, but equally easy toperceive that he was a pleasant fellow; a combination of qualities by nomeans of rare occurrence. So far as regards his attire, Baptist was notseen to advantage. No great lover of state or state costume at any time, he was generally, towards the close of an evening, completely indishabille, and in this condition he now presented himself to hissubjects. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hoseungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms intoa greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap intoa tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. A white apron was tiedround his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. 

The Master of the Mint was accompanied by another gentleman almost asportly as himself, and quite as deliberate in his movements. The costumeof this personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for amasquerading habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanourforbidden any such supposition. It consisted of a close jerkin of brownfrieze, ornamented with a triple row of brass buttons; loose Dutchslops, made very wide in the seat and very tight at the knees; redstockings with black clocks, and a fur cap. The owner of this dress hada broad weather-beaten face, small twinkling eyes, and a bushy, grizzledbeard. Though he walked by the side of the governor, he seldom exchangeda word with him, but appeared wholly absorbed in the contemplationsinspired by a broadbowled Dutch pipe. 

Behind the illustrious personages just described marched a troop ofstalwart fellows, with white badges in their hats, quarterstaves, oakencudgels, and links in their hands. These were the Master's body-guard. 

Advancing towards the Master, and claiming an audience, which wasinstantly granted, Jonathan, without much circumlocution, related thesum of the strange story he had just learnt from Wood, omitting nothingexcept a few trifling particulars, which he thought it politic to keepback; and, with this view, he said not a word of there being anyprobability of capturing the fugitive, but, on the contrary, roundlyasserted that his informant had witnessed that person's escape. 

The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, atits conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side ofhis nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at hisphlegmatic companion. The gentleman appealed to shook his head in reply, coughed as only a Dutchman _can_ cough, and raising his hand from thebowl of his pipe, went through precisely the same mysterious ceremonialas the Master. 

Putting his own construction upon this mute interchange of opinions, Jonathan ventured to observe, that it certainly was a very perplexingcase, but that he thought something _might_ be made of it, and, if leftto him, he would undertake to manage the matter to the Master's entiresatisfaction. 

"Ja, ja, Muntmeester, " said the Dutchman, removing the pipe from hismouth, and speaking in a deep and guttural voice, "leave the affair toJohannes. He'll settle it bravely. And let ush go back to our brandewyn, and hollandsche genever. Dese ere not schouts, as you faind, but jonkerson a vrolyk; and if dey'd chanshed to keel de vrow Sheppard's pet lamb, dey'd have done her a servish, by shaving it from dat unpleasantcomplaint, de hempen fever, with which its laatter days are threatened, and of which its poor vader died. Myn Got! haanging runs in somefamilies, Muntmeester. It's hereditary, like de jigt, vat you callit--gout--haw! haw!"

"If the child _is_ destined to the gibbet, Van Galgebrok, " replied theMaster, joining in the laugh, "it'll never be choked by a footman'scravat, that's certain; but, in regard to going back empty-handed, "continued he, altering his tone, and assuming a dignified air, "it'squite out of the question. With Baptist Kettleby, to engage in a matteris to go through with it. Besides, this is an affair which no one butmyself can settle. Common offences may be decided upon by deputy; butoutrages perpetrated by men of rank, as these appear to be, must bejudged by the Master of the Mint in person. These are the decrees of theIsland of Bermuda, and I will never suffer its excellent laws to beviolated. Gentlemen of the Mint, " added he, pointing with his truncheontowards Mrs. Sheppard's house, "forward!"

"Hurrah!" shouted the mob, and the whole phalanx was put in motion inthat direction. At the same moment a martial flourish, proceeding fromcow's horns, tin canisters filled with stones, bladders and cat-gut, with other sprightly, instruments, was struck up, and, enlivened by thisharmonious accompaniment, the troop reached its destination in the bestpossible spirits for an encounter. 

"Let us in, " said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritativelyagainst the boards, "or we'll force an entrance. "

But as no answer was returned to the summons, though it was again, andmore peremptorily, repeated, Baptist seized a mallet from a bystanderand burst open the door. Followed by Van Galgebrok and others of hisretinue, he then rushed into the room, where Rowland, Sir Cecil, andtheir attendants, stood with drawn swords prepared to receive them. 

"Beat down their blades, " cried the Master; "no bloodshed. "

"Beat out their brains, you mean, " rejoined Blueskin with a tremendousimprecation; "no half measures now, Master. "

"Hadn't you better hold a moment's parley with the gentlemen beforeproceeding to extremities?" suggested Jonathan. 

"Agreed, " responded the Master. "Surely, " he added, staring at Rowland, "either I'm greatly mistaken, or it is--"

"You are not mistaken, Baptist, " returned Rowland with a gesture ofsilence; "it is your old friend. I'm glad to recognise you. "

"And I'm glad your worship's recognition doesn't come too late, "observed the Master. "But why didn't you make yourself known at once?"

"I'd forgotten the office you hold in the Mint, Baptist, " repliedRowland. "But clear the room of this rabble, if you have sufficientauthority over them. I would speak with you. "

"There's but one way of clearing it, your worship, " said the Master, archly. 

"I understand, " replied Rowland. "Give them what you please. I'll repayyou. "

"It's all right, pals, " cried Baptist, in a loud tone; "the gentlemenand I have settled matters. No more scuffling. "

"What's the meaning of all this?" demanded Sir Cecil. "How have youcontrived to still these troubled waters?"

"I've chanced upon an old ally in the Master of the Mint, " answeredRowland. "We may trust him, " he added in a whisper; "he is a staunchfriend of the good cause. "

"Blueskin, clear the room, " cried the Master; "these gentlemen would beprivate. They've _paid_ for their lodging. Where's Jonathan?"

Inquiries were instantly made after that individual, but he was nowhereto be found. 

"Strange!" observed the Master; "I thought he'd been at my elbow allthis time. But it don't much matter--though he's a devilish shrewdfellow, and might have helped me out of a difficulty, had any occurred. Hark ye, Blueskin, " continued he, addressing that personage, who, inobedience to his commands, had, with great promptitude, driven out therabble, and again secured the door, "a word in your ear. What femaleentered the house with us?"

"Blood and thunder!" exclaimed Blueskin, afraid, if he admitted havingseen the lady, of being compelled to divide the plunder he had obtainedfrom her among his companions, "how should I know? D'ye suppose I'malways thinking of the petticoats? I observed no female; but if any one_did_ join the assault, it must have been either Amazonian Kate, orFighting Moll. "

"The woman I mean did not join the assault, " rejoined the Master, "butrather seemed to shun observation; and, from the hasty glimpse I caughtof her, she appeared to have a child in her arms. "

"Then, most probably, it was the widow Sheppard, " answered Blueskin, sulkily. 

"Right, " said the Master, "I didn't think of her. And now I've anotherjob for you. "

"Propose it, " returned Blueskin, inclining his head. 

"Square accounts with the rascal who got up the sham arrest; and, if hedon't tip the cole without more ado, give him a taste of the pump, that's all. "

"He shall go through the whole course, " replied Blueskin, with aferocious grin, "unless he comes down to the last grig. We'll lather himwith mud, shave him with a rusty razor, and drench him with _aquapompaginis_. Master, your humble servant. --Gentlemen, your mostobsequious trout. "

Having effected his object, which was to get rid of Blueskin, Baptistturned to Rowland and Sir Cecil, who had watched his proceedings withmuch impatience, and remarked, "Now, gentlemen, the coast's clear; we'venothing to interrupt us. I'm entirely at your service. "

CHAPTER IV. 

The Roof and the Window. 

Leaving them to pursue their conference, we shall follow the footstepsof Jonathan, who, as the Master surmised, and, as we have intimated, hadunquestionably entered the house. But at the beginning of the affray, when he thought every one was too much occupied with his own concerns toremark his absence, he slipped out of the room, not for the purpose ofavoiding the engagement (for cowardice was not one of his failings), butbecause he had another object in view. Creeping stealthily up stairs, unmasking a dark lantern, and glancing into each room as he passed, hewas startled in one of them by the appearance of Mrs. Sheppard, whoseemed to be crouching upon the floor. Satisfied, however, that she didnot notice him, Jonathan glided away as noiselessly as he came, andascended another short flight of stairs leading to the garret. As hecrossed this chamber, his foot struck against something on the floor, which nearly threw him down, and stooping to examine the object, hefound it was a key. "Never throw away a chance, " thought Jonathan. "Whoknows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket. 

Arrived beneath an aperture in the broken roof, he was preparing to passthrough it, when he observed a little heap of tiles upon the floor, which appeared to have been recently dislodged. "He _has_ passed thisway, " cried Jonathan, exultingly; "I have him safe enough. " He thenclosed the lantern, mounted without much difficulty upon the roof, andproceeded cautiously along the tiles. 

The night was now profoundly dark. Jonathan had to feel his way. Asingle false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if hehad trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallenthrough it. He had nothing to guide him; for though the torches wereblazing ruddily below, their gleam fell only on the side of thebuilding. The venturous climber gazed for a moment at the assemblagebeneath, to ascertain that he was not discovered; and, having satisfiedhimself in this particular, he stepped out more boldly. On gaining astack of chimneys at the back of the house, he came to a pause, andagain unmasked his lantern. Nothing, however, could be discerned, exceptthe crumbling brickwork. "Confusion!" ejaculated Jonathan: "can he haveescaped? No. The walls are too high, and the windows too stoutlybarricaded in this quarter, to admit such a supposition. He can't be faroff. I shall find him yet. Ah! I have it, " he added, after a moment'sdeliberation; "he's there, I'll be sworn. " And, once more envelopinghimself in darkness, he pursued his course. 

He had now reached the adjoining house, and, scaling the roof, approached another building, which seemed to be, at least, one storyloftier than its neighbours. Apparently, Jonathan was well acquaintedwith the premises; for, feeling about in the dark, he speedilydiscovered a ladder, up the steps of which he hurried. Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burstthrough an open trap-door into a small loft. 

The light fell upon the fugitive, who stood before him in an attitude ofdefence, with the child in his arms. 

"Aha!" exclaimed Jonathan, acting upon the information he had obtainedfrom Wood; "I have found you at last. Your servant, Mr. Darrell. "

"Who are you!" demanded the fugitive, sternly. 

"A friend, " replied Jonathan, uncocking the pistol, and placing it inhis pocket. 

"How do I know you are a friend?" asked Darrell. 

"What should I do here alone if I were an enemy? But, come, don't let uswaste time in bandying words, when we might employ it so much moreprofitably. Your life, and that of your child, are in my power. Whatwill you give me to save you from your pursuers?"

"_Can_ you do so?" asked the other, doubtfully. 

"I can, and will. Now, the reward?"

"I have but an ill-furnished purse. But if I escape, my gratitude--"

"Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully. "Your gratitude will vanishwith your danger. Pay fools with promises. I must have something inhand. "

"You shall have all I have about me, " replied Darrell. 

"Well--well, " grumbled Jonathan, "I suppose I must be content. Anill-lined purse is a poor recompense for the risk I have run. However, come along. I needn't tell you to tread carefully. You know the dangerof this breakneck road as well as I do. The light would betray us. " Sosaying, he closed the lantern. 

"Harkye, Sir, " rejoined Darrell; "one word before I move. I know not whoyou are; and, as I cannot discern your face, I may be doing you aninjustice. But there is something in your voice that makes me distrustyou. If you attempt to play the traitor, you will do so at the hazard ofyour life. "

"I have already hazarded my life in this attempt to save you, " returnedJonathan boldly, and with apparent frankness; "this ought to besufficient answer to your doubts. Your pursuers are below. What was tohinder me, if I had been so inclined, from directing them to yourretreat?"

"Enough, " replied Darrell. "Lead on!"

Followed by Darrell, Jonathan retraced his dangerous path. As heapproached the gable of Mrs. Sheppard's house, loud yells andvociferations reached his ears; and, looking downwards, he perceived agreat stir amid the mob. The cause of this uproar was soon manifest. Blueskin and the Minters were dragging Wood to the pump. The unfortunatecarpenter struggled violently, but ineffectually. His hat was placedupon one pole, his wig on another. His shouts for help were answered byroars of mockery and laughter. He continued alternately to be tossed inthe air, or rolled in the kennel until he was borne out of sight. Thespectacle seemed to afford as much amusement to Jonathan as to theactors engaged in it. He could not contain his satisfaction, butchuckled, and rubbed his hands with delight. 

"By Heaven!" cried Darrell, "it is the poor fellow whom I placed in suchjeopardy a short time ago. I am the cause of his ill-usage. "

"To be sure you are, " replied Jonathan, laughing. "But, what of that?It'll be a lesson to him in future, and will show him the folly of doinga good-natured action!"

But perceiving that his companion did not relish his pleasantry andfearing that his sympathy for the carpenter's situation might betray himinto some act of imprudence, Jonathan, without further remark, and byway of putting an end to the discussion, let himself drop through theroof. His example was followed by Darrell. But, though the latter wassomewhat embarrassed by his burthen, he peremptorily declined Jonathan'soffer of assistance. Both, however, having safely landed, theycautiously crossed the room, and passed down the first flight of stepsin silence. At this moment, a door was opened below; lights gleamed onthe walls; and the figures of Rowland and Sir Cecil were distinguishedat the foot of the stairs. 

Darrell stopped, and drew his sword. 

"You have betrayed me, " said he, in a deep whisper, to his companion;"but you shall reap the reward of your treachery. "

"Be still!" returned Jonathan, in the same under tone, and with greatself-possession: "I can yet save you. And see!" he added, as the figuresdrew back, and the lights disappeared; "it's a false alarm. They haveretired. However, not a moment is to be lost. Give me your hand. "

He then hurried Darrell down another short flight of steps, and entereda small chamber at the back of the house. Closing the door, Jonathannext produced his lantern, and, hastening towards the window, undrew abolt by which it was fastened. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. This obstacle, whichappeared to preclude the possibility of egress in that quarter, wasspeedily got rid of. Withdrawing another bolt, and unhooking a chainsuspended from the top of the casement, Jonathan pushed the ironframework outwards. The bars dropped noiselessly and slowly down, tillthe chain tightened at the staple. 

"You are free, " said he, "that grating forms a ladder, by which you maydescend in safety. I learned the trick of the place from one PaulGroves, who used to live here, and who contrived the machine. He used tocall it his fire-escape--ha! ha! I've often used the ladder for my ownconvenience, but I never expected to turn it to such good account. Andnow, Sir, have I kept faith with you?"

"You have, " replied Darrell. "Here is my purse; and I trust you will letme know to whom I am indebted for this important service. "

"It matters not who I am, " replied Jonathan, taking the money. "As Isaid before, I have little reliance upon _professions_ of gratitude. "

"I know not how it is, " sighed Darrell, "but I feel an unaccountablemisgiving at quitting this place. Something tells me I am rushing ongreater danger. "

"You know best, " replied Jonathan, sneeringly; "but if I were in yourplace I would take the chance of a future and uncertain risk to avoid apresent and certain peril. "

"You are right, " replied Darrell; "the weakness is past. Which is thenearest way to the river?"

"Why, it's an awkward road to direct you, " returned Jonathan. "But ifyou turn to the right when you reach the ground, and keep close to theMint wall, you'll speedily arrive at White Cross Street; White CrossStreet, if you turn again to the right, will bring you into QueenStreet; Queen Street, bearing to the left, will conduct you to Deadman'sPlace; and Deadman's Place to the water-side, not fifty yards from SaintSaviour's stairs, where you're sure to get a boat. "

"The very point I aim at, " said Darrell as he passed through the outlet. 

"Stay!" said Jonathan, aiding his descent; "you had better take mylantern. It may be useful to you. Perhaps you'll give me in return sometoken, by which I may remind you of this occurrence, in case we meetagain. Your glove will suffice. "

"There it is;" replied the other, tossing him the glove. "Are you surethese bars touch the ground?"

"They come within a yard of it, " answered Jonathan. 

"Safe!" shouted Darrell, as he effected a secure landing. "Good night!"

"So, " muttered Jonathan, "having started the hare, I'll now unleash thehounds. "

With this praiseworthy determination, he was hastening down stairs, withthe utmost rapidity, when he encountered a female, whom he took, in thedarkness, to be Mrs. Sheppard. The person caught hold of his arm, and, in spite of his efforts to disengage himself, detained him. 

"Where is he?" asked she, in an agitated whisper. "I heard his voice;but I saw them on the stairs, and durst not approach him, for fear ofgiving the alarm. "

"If you mean the fugitive, Darrell, he has escaped through the backwindow, " replied Jonathan. 

"Thank Heaven!" she gasped. 

"Well, you women are forgiving creatures, I must say, " observedJonathan, sarcastically. "You thank Heaven for the escape of the man whodid his best to get your child's neck twisted. "

"What do you mean?" asked the female, in astonishment. 

"I mean what I say, " replied Jonathan. "Perhaps you don't know thatthis Darrell so contrived matters, that your child should be mistakenfor his own; by which means it had a narrow escape from a tight cravat, I can assure you. However, the scheme answered well enough, for Darrellhas got off with his own brat. "

"Then this is not my child?" exclaimed she, with increased astonishment. 

"If you have a child there, it certainly is not, " answered Jonathan, alittle surprised; "for I left your brat in the charge of Blueskin, whois still among the crowd in the street, unless, as is not unlikely, he'sgone to see your other friend disciplined at the pump. "

"Merciful providence!" exclaimed the female. "Whose child can this be?"

"How the devil should I know!" replied Jonathan gruffly. "I suppose itdidn't drop through the ceiling, did it? Are you quite sure it's fleshand blood?" asked he, playfully pinching its arm till it cried out withpain. 

"My child! my child!" exclaimed Mrs. Sheppard, rushing from theadjoining room. "Where is it?"

"Are you the mother of this child?" inquired the person who had firstspoken, addressing Mrs. Sheppard. 

"I am--I am!" cried the widow, snatching the babe, and pressing it toher breast with rapturous delight "God be thanked, I have found it!"

"We have both good reason to be grateful, " added the lady, with greatemotion. 

"'Sblood!" cried Jonathan, who had listened to the foregoingconversation with angry wonder, "I've been nicely done here. Fool that Iwas to part with my lantern! But I'll soon set myself straight. What ho!lights! lights!"

And, shouting as he went, he flung himself down stairs. 

"Where shall I fly?" exclaimed the lady, bewildered with terror. "Theywill kill me, if they find me, as they would have killed my husband andchild. Oh God! my limbs fail me. "

"Make an effort, Madam, " cried Mrs. Sheppard, as a storm of furiousvoices resounded from below, and torches were seen mounting the stairs;"they are coming!--they are coming!--fly!--to the roof! to the roof. "

"No, " cried the lady, "this room--I recollect--it has a back window. "

"It is shut, " said Mrs. Sheppard. 

"It is open, " replied the lady, rushing towards it, and springingthrough the outlet. 

"Where is she?" thundered Jonathan, who at this moment reached Mrs. Sheppard. 

"She has flown up stairs, " replied the widow. 

"You lie, hussy!" replied Jonathan, rudely pushing her aside, as shevainly endeavoured to oppose his entrance into the room; "she is here. Hist!" cried he, as a scream was heard from without. "By G--! she hasmissed her footing. "

There was a momentary and terrible silence, broken only by a few feeblegroans. 

Sir Cecil, who with Rowland and some others had entered the room rushedto the window with a torch. 

He held down the light, and a moment afterwards beckoned, with ablanched cheek, to Rowland. 

"Your sister is dead, " said he, in a deep whisper. 

"Her blood be upon her own head, then, " replied Rowland, sternly. "Whycame she here?"

"She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither, " repliedSir Cecil, mournfully. 

"Descend and take charge of the body, " said Rowland, conquering hisemotion by a great effort, "I will join you in a moment. This accidentrather confirms than checks my purpose. The stain upon our family isonly half effaced: I have sworn the death of the villain and hisbastard, and I will keep my oath. Now, Sir, " he added, turning toJonathan, as Sir Cecil and his followers obeyed his injunctions, "yousay you know the road which the person whom we seek has taken?"

"I do, " replied Jonathan. "But I give no information gratis!"

"Speak, then, " said Rowland, placing money in his hand. 

"You'll find him at St. Saviours's stairs, " answered Jonathan. "He'sabout to cross the river. You'd better lose no time. He has got fiveminutes' start of you. But I sent him the longest way about. "

The words were scarcely pronounced, when Rowland disappeared. 

"And now to see the end of it, " said Jonathan, shortly afterwardspassing through the window. "Good night, Master. "

Three persons only were left in the room. These were the Master of theMint, Van Galgebrok, and Mrs. Sheppard. 

"A bad business this, Van, " observed Baptist, with a prolonged shake ofthe head. 

"Ja, ja, Muntmeester, " said the Hollander, shaking his head inreply;--"very bad--very. "

"But then they're staunch supporters of our friend over the water, "continued Baptist, winking significantly; "so we must e'en hush it up inthe best way we can. "

"Ja, " answered Van Galgebrok. "But--sapperment!--I wish they hadn'tbroken my pipe. "

"JONATHAN WILD promises well, " observed the Master, after a pause:"he'll become a great man. Mind, I, Baptist Kettleby, say so. "

"He'll be hanged nevertheless, " replied the Hollander, giving his collaran ugly jerk. "Mind, I, Rykhart Van Galgebrok predict it. And now let'sgo back to the Shovels, and finish our brandewyn and bier, Muntmeester. "

"Alas!" cried Mrs. Sheppard, relieved by their departure, and giving wayto a passionate flood of tears; "were it not for my child, I should wishto be in the place of that unfortunate lady. "

CHAPTER V. 

The Denunciation. 

For a short space, Mrs. Sheppard remained dissolved in tears. She thendried her eyes, and laying her child gently upon the floor, knelt downbeside him. "Open my heart, Father of Mercy!" she murmured, in a humbletone, and with downcast looks, "and make me sensible of the error of myways. I have sinned deeply; but I have been sorely tried. Spare me yet alittle while, Father! not for my own sake, but for the sake of this poorbabe. " Her utterance was here choked by sobs. "But if it is thy will totake me from him, " she continued, as soon as her emotion permittedher, --"if he must be left an orphan amid strangers, implant, I beseechthee, a mother's feelings in some other bosom, and raise up a friend, who shall be to him what I would have been. Let him not bear the weightof my punishment. Spare him!--pity me!"

With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceeddown stairs, when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, andthe sound of heavy footsteps entering the house. 

"Halloa, widow!" shouted a rough voice from below, "where the devil areyou?"

Mrs. Sheppard returned no answer. 

"I've got something to say to you, " continued the speaker, rather lessharshly; "something to your advantage; so come out o' your hiding-place, and let's have some supper, for I'm infernally hungry. --D'ye hear?"

Still the widow remained silent. 

"Well, if you won't come, I shall help myself, and that's unsociable, "pursued the speaker, evidently, from the noise he made, suiting theaction to the word. "Devilish nice ham you've got here!--capitalpie!--and, as I live, a flask of excellent canary. You're in luckto-night, widow. Here's your health in a bumper, and wishing you abetter husband than your first. It'll be your own fault if you don'tsoon get another and a proper young man into the bargain. Here's hishealth likewise. What! mum still. You're the first widow I ever heard ofwho could withstand that lure. I'll try the effect of a jolly stave. "And he struck up the following ballad:--

SAINT GILES'S BOWL. [A]

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 I. 

 Where Saint-Giles' church stands, once a la-zar-house stood; And, chain'd to its gates, was a ves-sel of wood; A broad-bottom'd bowl, from which all the fine fellows, Who pass'd by that spot, on their way to the gallows, Might tipple strong beer, Their spirits to cheer, And drown, in a sea of good li-quor, all fear! For nothing the tran-sit to Ty-burn beguiles, So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!

 II. 

 By many a highwayman many a draught Of nutty-brown ale at Saint Giles's was quaft, Until the old lazar-house chanced to fall down, And the broad-bottom'd bowl was removed to the Crown. _Where the robber may cheer_ _His spirit with beer, _ _And drown in a sea of good liquor all fear!_ _For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles_ _So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!_

 III. 

 There MULSACK and SWIFTNECK, both prigs from their birth, OLD MOB and TOM COX took their last draught on earth: There RANDAL, and SHORTER, and WHITNEY pulled up, And jolly JACK JOYCE drank his finishing cup! _For a can of ale calms, _ _A highwayman's qualms, _ _And makes him sing blithely his dolorous psalms_ _And nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles_ _So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!_

"Singing's dry work, " observed the stranger, pausing to take a pull atthe bottle. "And now, widow, " he continued, "attend to the next verse, for it consarns a friend o' yours. "

 IV. 

 When gallant TOM SHEPPARD to Tyburn was led, -- "Stop the cart at the Crown--stop a moment, " he said. He was offered the Bowl, but he left it and smiled, Crying, "Keep it till call'd for by JONATHAN WILD! "_The rascal one day, _ "_Will pass by this way, _ "_And drink a full measure to moisten his clay!_ "_And never will Bowl of Saint Giles have beguiled_ "_Such a thorough-paced scoundrel as_ JONATHAN WILD!"

 V. 

 Should it e'er be _my_ lot to ride backwards that way, At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay; I'll summon the landlord--I'll call for the Bowl, And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul! _Whatever may hap, _ _I'll taste of the tap, _ _To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap!_ _For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles_ _So well as a draught from the Bowl of St. Giles!_

"Devil seize the woman!" growled the singer, as he brought his ditty toa close; "will nothing tempt her out? Widow Sheppard, I say, " he added, rising, "don't be afraid. It's only a gentleman come to offer you hishand. 'He that woos a maid', --fol-de-rol--(hiccupping). --I'll soon findyou out. "

Mrs. Sheppard, whose distress at the consumption of the provisions hadbeen somewhat allayed by the anticipation of the intruder's departureafter he had satisfied his appetite, was now terrified in the extreme byseeing a light approach, and hearing footsteps on the stairs. Her firstimpulse was to fly to the window; and she was about to pass through it, at the risk of sharing the fate of the unfortunate lady, when her armwas grasped by some one in the act of ascending the ladder from without. Uttering a faint scream, she sank backwards, and would have fallen, ifit had not been for the interposition of Blueskin, who, at that moment, staggered into the room with a candle in one hand, and the bottle in theother. 

"Oh, you're here, are you?" said the ruffian, with an exulting laugh:"I've been looking for you everywhere. "

"Let me go, " implored Mrs. Sheppard, --"pray let me go. You hurt thechild. Don't you hear how you've made it cry?"

"Throttle the kid!" rejoined Blueskin, fiercely. "If you don't stop itssqualling, I will. I hate children. And, if I'd my own way, I'd drown'em all like a litter o' puppies. "

Well knowing the savage temper of the person she had to deal with, andhow likely he was to put his threat into execution, Mrs. Sheppard didnot dare to return any answer; but, disengaging herself from hisembrace, endeavoured meekly to comply with his request. 

"And now, widow, " continued the ruffian, setting down the candle, andapplying his lips to the bottle neck as he flung his heavy frame upon abench, "I've a piece o' good news for you. "

"Good news will be news to me. What is it?"

"Guess, " rejoined Blueskin, attempting to throw a gallant expressioninto his forbidding countenance. 

Mrs. Sheppard trembled violently; and though she understood his meaningtoo well, she answered, --"I can't guess. "

"Well, then, " returned the ruffian, "to put you out o' suspense, as thetopsman remarked to poor Tom Sheppard, afore he turned him off, I'm cometo make you an honourable proposal o' marriage. You won't refuse me, I'msure; so no more need be said about the matter. To-morrow, we'll go tothe Fleet and get spliced. Don't shake so. What I said about your bratwas all stuff. I didn't mean it. It's my way when I'm ruffled. I shalltake to him as nat'ral as if he were my own flesh and blood aforelong. --I'll give him the edication of a prig, --teach him the use of hisforks betimes, --and make him, in the end, as clever a cracksman as hisfather. "

"Never!" shrieked Mrs. Sheppard; "never! never!"

"Halloa! what's this?" demanded Blueskin, springing to his feet. "Do youmean to say that if I support your kid, I shan't bring him up how Iplease--eh?"

"Don't question me, but leave me, " replied the widow wildly; "you hadbetter. "

"Leave you!" echoed the ruffian, with a contemptuous laugh; "--not justyet. "

"I am not unprotected, " rejoined the poor woman; "there's some one atthe window. Help! help!"

But her cries were unheeded. And Blueskin, who, for a moment, had lookedround distrustfully, concluding it was a feint, now laughed louder thanever. 

"It won't do, widow, " said he, drawing near her, while she shrank fromhis approach, "so you may spare your breath. Come, come, be reasonable, and listen to me. Your kid has already brought me good luck, and maybring me still more if his edication's attended to. This purse, " headded, chinking it in the air, "and this ring, were given me for himjust now by the lady, who made a false step on leaving your house. IfI'd been in the way, instead of Jonathan Wild, that accident wouldn'thave happened. "

As he said this, a slight noise was heard without. 

"What's that?" ejaculated the ruffian, glancing uneasily towards thewindow. "Who's there?--Pshaw! it's only the wind. "

"It's Jonathan Wild, " returned the widow, endeavouring to alarm him. "Itold you I was not unprotected. "

"_He_ protect _you_, " retorted Blueskin, maliciously; "you haven't aworse enemy on the face of the earth than Jonathan Wild. If you'd readyour husband's dying speech, you'd know that he laid his death atJonathan's door, --and with reason too, as I can testify. "

"Man!" screamed Mrs. Sheppard, with a vehemence that shook even thehardened wretch beside her, "begone, and tempt me not. "

"What should I tempt you to?" asked Blueskin, in surprise. 

"To--to--no matter what, " returned the widow distractedly. "Go--go!"

"I see what you mean, " rejoined Blueskin, tossing a large case-knife, which he took from his pocket, in the air, and catching it dexterouslyby the haft as it fell; "you owe Jonathan a grudge;--so do I. He hangedyour first husband. Just speak the word, " he added, drawing the knifesignificantly across his throat, "and I'll put it out of his power to dothe same by your second. But d--n him! let's talk o' something moreagreeable. Look at this ring;--it's a diamond, and worth a mint o'money. It shall be your wedding ring. Look at it, I say. The lady'sname's engraved inside, but so small I can scarcely read it. A-L-I-V-A--Aliva--T-R-E-N--Trencher that's it. Aliva Trencher. "

"Aliva Trenchard!" exclaimed Mrs. Sheppard, hastily; "is that thename?"

"Ay, ay, now I look again it _is_ Trenchard. How came you to know it?Have you heard the name before?"

"I think I have--long, long ago, when I was a child, " replied Mrs. Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; "but my memory isgone--quite gone. Where _can_ I have heard it!"

"Devil knows, " rejoined Blueskin. "Let it pass. The ring's yours, andyou're mine. Here, put it on your finger. "

Mrs. Sheppard snatched back her hand from his grasp, and exerted all herforce to repel his advances. 

"Set down the kid, " roared Blueskin, savagely. 

"Mercy!" screamed Mrs. Sheppard, struggling to escape, and holding theinfant at arm's length; "have mercy on this helpless innocent!"

And the child, alarmed by the strife, added its feeble cries to itsmother's shrieks. 

"Set it down, I tell you, " thundered Blueskin, "or I shall do it amischief. "

"Never!" cried Mrs. Sheppard. 

Uttering a terrible imprecation, Blueskin placed the knife between histeeth, and endeavoured to seize the poor woman by the throat. In thestruggle her cap fell off. The ruffian caught hold of her hair, and heldher fast. The chamber rang with her shrieks. But her cries, instead ofmoving her assailant's compassion, only added to his fury. Planting hisknee against her side, he pulled her towards him with one hand, whilewith the other he sought his knife. The child was now within reach; and, in another moment, he would have executed his deadly purpose, if an armfrom behind had not felled him to the ground. 

When Mrs. Sheppard, who had been stricken down by the blow thatprostrated her assailant, looked up, she perceived Jonathan Wildkneeling beside the body of Blueskin. He was holding the ring to thelight, and narrowly examining the inscription. 

"Trenchard, " he muttered; "Aliva Trenchard--they were right, then, asto the name. Well, if she survives the accident--as the blood, whostyles himself Sir Cecil, fancies she may do--this ring will make myfortune by leading to the discovery of the chief parties concerned inthis strange affair. "

"Is the poor lady alive?" asked Mrs. Sheppard, eagerly. 

"'Sblood!" exclaimed Jonathan, hastily thrusting the ring into his vest, and taking up a heavy horseman's pistol with which he had felledBlueskin, --"I thought you'd been senseless. "

"Is she alive?" repeated the widow. 

"What's that to you?" demanded Jonathan, gruffly. 

"Oh, nothing--nothing, " returned Mrs. Sheppard. "But pray tell me if herhusband has escaped?"

"Her husband!" echoed Jonathan scornfully. "A _husband_ has little tofear from his wife's kinsfolk. Her _lover_, Darrell, has embarked uponthe Thames, where, if he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowinglike the devil, ) he stands a good chance of getting his throat cut byhis pursuers--ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the banks of the river, andshould have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't refused totake me. However, as things have turned up, it's fortunate that I cameback. "

"It is, indeed, " replied Mrs. Sheppard; "most fortunate for me. "

"For _you_!" exclaimed Jonathan; "don't flatter yourself that I'mthinking of you. Blueskin might have butchered you and your brat beforeI'd have lifted a finger to prevent him, if it hadn't suited my purposesto do so, and _he_ hadn't incurred my displeasure. I never forgive aninjury. Your husband could have told you that. "

"How had he offended you?" inquired the widow. 

"I'll tell you, " answered Jonathan, sternly. "He thwarted my schemestwice. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow whovisited you to-night, --Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street, --he betrayedme. I told him I would bring him to the gallows, and I was as good as myword. "

"You were so, " replied Mrs Sheppard; "and for that wicked deed you willone day be brought to the gallows yourself. "

"Not before I have conducted your child thither, " retorted Jonathan, with a withering look. 

"Ah!" ejaculated Mrs. Sheppard, paralysed by the threat. 

"If that sickly brat lives to be a man, " continued Jonathan, rising, "I'll hang him upon the same tree as his father. "

"Pity!" shrieked the widow. 

"I'll be his evil genius!" vociferated Jonathan, who seemed to enjoy hertorture. 

"Begone, wretch!" cried the mother, stung beyond endurance by histaunts; "or I will drive you hence with my curses. "

"Curse on, and welcome, " jeered Wild. 

Mrs. Sheppard raised her hand, and the malediction trembled upon hertongue. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tendernessovercame her indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended herarms over her child. 

"A mother's prayers--a mother's blessings, " she cried, with the fervouralmost of inspiration, "will avail against a fiend's malice. "

"We shall see, " rejoined Jonathan, turning carelessly upon his heel. 

And, as he quitted the room, the poor widow fell with her face upon thefloor. 

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote A: At the hospital of Saint Giles for Lazars, the prisonersconveyed from the City of London towards Tyburn, there to be executedfor treasons, felonies, or other trespasses, were presented with a Bowlof Ale, thereof to drink, as their last refreshing in thislife. --_Strype's Stow. _ Book. IX. Ch. III. ]

CHAPTER VI. 

The Storm. 

As soon as he was liberated by his persecutors, Mr. Wood set off at fullspeed from the Mint, and, hurrying he scarce knew whither (for there wassuch a continual buzzing in his ears and dancing in his eyes, as almostto take away the power of reflection), he held on at a brisk pace tillhis strength completely failed him. 

On regaining his breath, he began to consider whither chance had ledhim; and, rubbing his eyes to clear his sight, he perceived a sombrepile, with a lofty tower and broad roof, immediately in front of him. This structure at once satisfied him as to where he stood. He knew it tobe St. Saviour's Church. As he looked up at the massive tower, the clocktolled forth the hour of midnight. The solemn strokes were immediatelyanswered by a multitude of chimes, sounding across the Thames, amongstwhich the deep note of Saint Paul's was plainly distinguishable. Afeeling of inexplicable awe crept over the carpenter as the sounds diedaway. He trembled, not from any superstitious dread, but from anundefined sense of approaching danger. The peculiar appearance of thesky was not without some influence in awakening these terrors. Over oneof the pinnacles of the tower a speck of pallid light marked theposition of the moon, then newly born and newly risen. It was stillprofoundly dark; but the wind, which had begun to blow with someviolence, chased the clouds rapidly across the heavens, and dispersedthe vapours hanging nearer the earth. Sometimes the moon was totallyeclipsed; at others, it shed a wan and ghastly glimmer over the massesrolling in the firmament. Not a star could be discerned, but, in theirstead, streaks of lurid radiance, whence proceeding it was impossible todetermine, shot ever and anon athwart the dusky vault, and added to theominous and threatening appearance of the night. 

Alarmed by these prognostications of a storm, and feeling too muchexhausted from his late severe treatment to proceed further on foot, Wood endeavoured to find a tavern where he might warm and otherwiserefresh himself. With this view he struck off into a narrow street onthe left, and soon entered a small alehouse, over the door of which hungthe sign of the "Welsh Trumpeter. "

"Let me have a glass of brandy, " said he, addressing the host. 

"Too late, master, " replied the landlord of the Trumpeter, in a surlytone, for he did not much like the appearance of his customer; "justshut up shop. "

"Zounds! David Pugh, don't you know your old friend and countryman?"exclaimed the carpenter. 

"Ah! Owen Wood, is it you?" cried David in astonishment. "What the devilmakes you out so late? And what has happened to you, man, eh?--you seemin a queer plight. "

"Give me the brandy, and I'll tell you, " replied Wood. 

"Here, wife--hostess--fetch me that bottle from the second shelf in thecorner cupboard. --There, Mr. Wood, " cried David, pouring out a glass ofthe spirit, and offering it to the carpenter, "that'll warm the cocklesof your heart. Don't be afraid, man, --off with it. It's right Nantz. Ikeep it for my own drinking, " he added in a lower tone. 

Mr. Wood having disposed of the brandy, and pronounced himself muchbetter, hurried close to the fire-side, and informed his friend in a fewwords of the inhospitable treatment he had experienced from thegentlemen of the Mint; whereupon Mr. Pugh, who, as well as thecarpenter, was a descendant of Cadwallader, waxed extremely wrath; gaveutterance to a number of fierce-sounding imprecations in the Welshtongue; and was just beginning to express the greatest anxiety to catchsome of the rascals at the Trumpeter, when Mr. Wood cut him short bystating his intention of crossing the river as soon as possible in orderto avoid the storm. 

"A storm!" exclaimed the landlord. "Gadzooks! I thought something wascoming on; for when I looked at the weather-glass an hour ago, it hadsunk lower than I ever remember it. "

"We shall have a durty night on it, to a sartinty, landlord, " observedan old one-eyed sailor, who sat smoking his pipe by the fire-side. "Theglass never sinks in that way, d'ye see, without a hurricane follerin', I've knowed it often do so in the West Injees. Moreover, a souple o'porpusses came up with the tide this mornin', and ha' bin flounderin'about i' the Thames abuv Lunnun Bridge all day long; and themsay-monsters, you know, always proves sure fore runners of a gale. "

"Then the sooner I'm off the better, " cried Wood; "what's to pay, David?"

"Don't affront me, Owen, by asking such a question, " returned thelandlord; "hadn't you better stop and finish the bottle?"

"Not a drop more, " replied Wood. "Enough's as good as a feast. Goodnight!"

"Well, if you won't be persuaded, and must have a boat, Owen, " observedthe landlord, "there's a waterman asleep on that bench will help you toas tidy a craft as any on the Thames. Halloa, Ben!" cried he, shaking abroad-backed fellow, equipped in a short-skirted doublet, and having abadge upon his arm, --"scullers wanted. "

"Holloa! my hearty!" cried Ben, starting to his feet. 

"This gentleman wants a pair of oars, " said the landlord. 

"Where to, master?" asked Ben, touching his woollen cap. 

"Arundel Stairs, " replied Wood, "the nearest point to Wych Street. "

"Come along, master, " said the waterman. 

"Hark 'ee, Ben, " said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipeupon the hob; "you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross theThames to-night. "

"And why not, old saltwater?" inquired Ben, turning a quid in his mouth. 

"'Cos there's a gale a-getting up as'll perwent you, young freshwater, "replied the tar. 

"It must look sharp then, or I shall give it the slip, " laughed Ben:"the gale never yet blowed as could perwent my crossing the Thames. Theweather's been foul enough for the last fortnight, but I've never turnedmy back upon it. "

"May be not, " replied the old sailor, drily; "but you'll find it toostiff for you to-night, anyhow. Howsomdever, if you _should_ reacht'other side, take an old feller's advice, and don't be foolhardy enoughto venter back again. "

"I tell 'ee what, saltwater, " said Ben, "I'll lay you my fare--andthat'll be two shillin'--I'm back in an hour. "

"Done!" cried the old sailor. "But vere'll be the use o' vinnin'? youvon't live to pay me. "

"Never fear, " replied Ben, gravely; "dead or alive I'll pay you, if Ilose. There's my thumb upon it. Come along, master. "

"I tell 'ee what, landlord, " observed the old sailor, quietlyreplenishing his pipe from a huge pewter tobacco-box, as the watermanand Wood quitted the house, "you've said good-b'ye to your friend. "

"Odd's me! do you think so?" cried the host of the Trumpeter. "I'll runand bring him back. He's a Welshman, and I wouldn't for a trifle thatany accident befel him. "

"Never mind, " said the old sailor, taking up a piece of blazing coalwith the tongs, and applying it to his pipe; "let 'em try. They'll beback soon enough--or not at all. "

Mr. Wood and the waterman, meanwhile, proceeded in the direction of St. Saviour's Stairs. Casting a hasty glance at the old and ruinous prisonbelonging to the liberty of the Bishop of Winchester (whose palaceformerly adjoined the river), called the Clink, which gave its name tothe street, along which he walked: and noticing, with some uneasiness, the melancholy manner in which the wind whistled through its barredcasements, the carpenter followed his companion down an opening to theright, and presently arrived at the water-side. 

Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushingcurrent, as if impatient of restraint. Into one of these the watermanjumped, and, having assisted Mr. Wood to a seat within it, immediatelypushed from land. Ben had scarcely adjusted his oars, when the gleam ofa lantern was seen moving towards the bank. A shout was heard at alittle distance, and, the next moment, a person rushed with breathlesshaste to the stair-head. 

"Boat there!" cried a voice, which Mr. Wood fancied he recognised. 

"You'll find a waterman asleep under his tilt in one of them ere craft, if you look about, Sir, " replied Ben, backing water as he spoke. 

"Can't you take me with you?" urged the voice; "I'll make it well worthyour while. I've a child here whom I wish to convey across the waterwithout loss of time. "

"A child!" thought Wood; it must be the fugitive Darrell. "Hold hard, "cried he, addressing the waterman; "I'll give the gentleman a lift. "

"Unpossible, master, " rejoined Ben; "the tide's running down like amill-sluice, and the wind's right in our teeth. Old saltwater was right. We shall have a reg'lar squall afore we gets across. D'ye hear how thewanes creaks on old Winchester House? We shall have a touch on itourselves presently. But I shall lose my wager if I stay a momentlonger--so here goes. " Upon which, he plunged his oars deeply into thestream, and the bark shot from the strand. 

Mr. Wood's anxiety respecting the fugitive was speedily relieved byhearing another waterman busy himself in preparation for starting; and, shortly after, the dip of a second pair of oars sounded upon the river. 

"Curse me, if I don't think all the world means to cross the Thames thisfine night, " observed Ben. "One'd think it rained fares, as well asblowed great guns. Why, there's another party on the stair-headinquiring arter scullers; and, by the mass! they appear in a greaterhurry than any on us. "

His attention being thus drawn to the bank, the carpenter beheld threefigures, one of whom bore a torch, leap into a wherry of a larger sizethan the others, which immediately put off from shore. Manned by acouple of watermen, who rowed with great swiftness, this wherry dashedthrough the current in the track of the fugitive, of whom it wasevidently in pursuit, and upon whom it perceptibly gained. Mr. Woodstrained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the flying skiff. But he couldonly discern a black and shapeless mass, floating upon the water at alittle distance, which, to his bewildered fancy, appeared absolutelystanding still. To the practised eye of the waterman matters wore a verydifferent air. He perceived clearly enough, that the chase was movingquickly; and he was also aware, from the increased rapidity with whichthe oars were urged, that every exertion was made on board to get out ofthe reach of her pursuers. At one moment, it seemed as if the flyingbark was about to put to shore. But this plan (probably from its danger)was instantly abandoned; not, however, before her momentary hesitationhad been taken advantage of by her pursuers, who, redoubling theirefforts at this juncture, materially lessened the distance between them. 

Ben watched these manoeuvres with great interest, and strained everysinew in his frame to keep ahead of the other boats. 

"Them's catchpoles, I s'pose, Sir, arter the gemman with a writ?" heobserved. 

"Something worse, I fear, " Wood replied. 

"Why, you don't think as how they're crimps, do you?" Ben inquired. 

"I don't know what I think, " Wood answered sulkily; and he bent his eyesupon the water, as if he wished to avert his attention forcibly from thescene. 

There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholyin sailing on a dark night upon the Thames. The sounds that reach theear, and the objects that meet the eye, are all calculated to awaken atrain of sad and serious contemplation. The ripple of the water againstthe boat, as its keel cleaves through the stream--the darkling currenthurrying by--the indistinctly-seen craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghost-like silence, or warningeach other of their approach by cries, that, heard from afar, havesomething doleful in their note--the solemn shadows cast by thebridges--the deeper gloom of the echoing arches--the lights glimmeringfrom the banks--the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a firekindled on some stationary barge--the tall and fantastic shapes of thehouses, as discerned through the obscurity;--these, and other sights andsounds of the same character, give a sombre colour to the thoughts ofone who may choose to indulge in meditation at such a time and in such aplace. 

But it was otherwise with the carpenter. This was no night for theindulgence of dreamy musing. It was a night of storm and terror, whichpromised each moment to become more stormy and more terrible. Not a barkcould be discerned on the river, except those already mentioned. Thedarkness was almost palpable; and the wind which, hitherto, had beenblowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled. It was a dead calm. But this calmwas more awful than the previous roaring of the blast. 

Amid this portentous hush, the report of a pistol reached thecarpenter's ears; and, raising his head at the sound, he beheld a sightwhich filled him with fresh apprehensions. 

By the light of a torch borne at the stern of the hostile wherry, he sawthat the pursuers had approached within a short distance of the objectof their quest. The shot had taken effect upon the waterman who rowedthe chase. He had abandoned his oars, and the boat was drifting with thestream towards the enemy. Escape was now impossible. Darrell stood erectin the bark, with his drawn sword in hand, prepared to repel the attackof his assailants, who, in their turn, seemed to await with impatiencethe moment which should deliver him into their power. 

They had not to tarry long. In another instant, the collision tookplace. The watermen, who manned the larger wherry, immediately shippedtheir oars, grappled with the drifting skiff, and held it fast. Wood, then, beheld two persons, one of whom he recognised as Rowland, springon board the chase. A fierce struggle ensued. There was a shrill cry, instantly succeeded by a deep splash. 

"Put about, waterman, for God's sake!" cried Wood, whose humanity gotthe better of every personal consideration; "some one is overboard. Giveway, and let us render what assistance we can to the poor wretch. "

"It's all over with him by this time, master, " replied Ben, turning thehead of his boat, and rowing swiftly towards the scene of strife; "butd--n him, he was the chap as hit poor Bill Thomson just now, and I don'tmuch care if he should be food for fishes. "

As Ben spoke, they drew near the opposing parties. The contest was nowcarried on between Rowland and Darrell. The latter had delivered himselffrom one of his assailants, the attendant, Davies. Hurled over the sidesof the skiff, the ruffian speedily found a watery grave. It was aspring-tide at half ebb; and the current, which was running fast andfuriously, bore him instantly away. While the strife raged between theprincipals, the watermen in the larger wherry were occupied in stemmingthe force of the torrent, and endeavouring to keep the boats, they hadlashed together, stationary. Owing to this circumstance, Mr. Wood'sboat, impelled alike by oar and tide, shot past the mark at which itaimed; and before it could be again brought about, the struggle hadterminated. For a few minutes, Darrell seemed to have the advantage inthe conflict. Neither combatant could use his sword; and in strength thefugitive was evidently superior to his antagonist. The boat rockedviolently with the struggle. Had it not been lashed to the adjoiningwherry, it must have been upset, and have precipitated the opponentsinto the water. Rowland felt himself sinking beneath the powerful graspof his enemy. He called to the other attendant, who held the torch. Understanding the appeal, the man snatched his master's sword from hisgrasp, and passed it through Darrell's body. The next moment, a heavyplunge told that the fugitive had been consigned to the waves. 

Darrell, however, rose again instantly; and though mortally wounded, made a desperate effort to regain the boat. 

"My child!" he groaned faintly. 

"Well reminded, " answered Rowland, who had witnessed his struggles witha smile of gratified vengeance; "I had forgotten the accursed imp inthis confusion. Take it, " he cried, lifting the babe from the bottom ofthe boat, and flinging it towards its unfortunate father. 

The child fell within a short distance of Darrell, who, hearing thesplash, struck out in that direction, and caught it before it sank. Atthis juncture, the sound of oars reached his ears, and he perceived Mr. Wood's boat bearing up towards him. 

"Here he is, waterman, " exclaimed the benevolent carpenter. "I seehim!--row for your life!"

"That's the way to miss him, master, " replied Ben coolly. "We must keepstill. The tide'll bring him to us fast enough. "

Ben judged correctly. Borne along by the current, Darrell was instantlyat the boat's side. 

"Seize this oar, " vociferated the waterman. 

"First take the child, " cried Darrell, holding up the infant, andclinging to the oar with a dying effort. 

"Give it me, " returned the carpenter; "all's safe. Now lend me your ownhand. "

"My strength fails me, " gasped the fugitive. "I cannot climb the boat. Take my child to--it is--oh God!--I am sinking--take it--take it!"

"Where?" shouted Wood. 

Darrell attempted to reply. But he could only utter an inarticulateexclamation. The next moment his grasp relaxed, and he sank to rise nomore. 

Rowland, meantime, alarmed by the voices, snatched a torch from hisattendant, and holding it over the side of the wherry, witnessed theincident just described. 

"Confusion!" cried he; "there is another boat in our wake. They haverescued the child. Loose the wherry, and stand to your oars--quick--quick!"

These commands were promptly obeyed. The boat was set free, and the menresumed their seats. Rowland's purposes were, however, defeated in amanner as unexpected as appalling. 

During the foregoing occurrences a dead calm prevailed. But as Rowlandsprang to the helm, and gave the signal for pursuit, a roar like avolley of ordnance was heard aloft, and the wind again burst itsbondage. A moment before, the surface of the stream was black as ink. Itwas now whitening, hissing, and seething like an enormous cauldron. Theblast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets offoam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the ragingtorrent blacker than before. The gale had become a hurricane: thathurricane was the most terrible that ever laid waste our city. Destruction everywhere marked its course. Steeples toppled, and towersreeled beneath its fury. Trees were torn up by the roots; many houseswere levelled to the ground; others were unroofed; the leads on thechurches were ripped off, and "shrivelled up like scrolls of parchment. "Nothing on land or water was spared by the remorseless gale. Most of thevessels lying in the river were driven from their moorings, dashedtumultuously against each other, or blown ashore. All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin. Men fled from their tottering habitations, andreturned to them scared by greater dangers. The end of the world seemedat hand. 

At this time of universal havoc and despair, --when all London quaked atthe voice of the storm, --the carpenter, who was exposed to its utmostfury, fared better than might have been anticipated. The boat in whichhe rode was not overset. Fortunately, her course had been shiftedimmediately after the rescue of the child; and, in consequence of thismovement, she received the first shock of the hurricane, which blew fromthe southwest, upon her stern. Her head dipped deeply into the current, and she narrowly escaped being swamped. Righting, however, instantlyafterwards, she scudded with the greatest rapidity over the boilingwaves, to whose mercy she was now entirely abandoned. On this freshoutburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottomof the boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavouredto prepare himself to meet his fate. 

While he was thus occupied, he felt a rough grasp upon his arm, andpresently afterwards Ben's lips approached close to his ear. Thewaterman sheltered his mouth with his hand while he spoke, or his voicewould have been carried away by the violence of the blast. 

"It's all up, master, " groaned Ben, "nothin' short of a merracle cansave us. The boat's sure to run foul o' the bridge; and if she 'scapesstavin' above, she'll be swamped to a sartainty below. There'll be afall of above twelve foot o' water, and think o' that on a night as 'udblow a whole fleet to the devil. "

Mr. Wood _did_ think of it, and groaned aloud. 

"Heaven help us!" he exclaimed; "we were mad to neglect the old sailor'sadvice. "

"That's what troubles me, " rejoined Ben. "I tell 'ee what, master, ifyou're more fortinate nor I am, and get ashore, give old saltwater yourfare. I pledged my thumb that, dead or alive, I'd pay the wager if Ilost; and I should like to be as good as my word. "

"I will--I will, " replied Wood hastily. "Was that thunder?" he faltered, as a terrible clap was heard overhead. 

"No; it's only a fresh gale, " Ben returned: "hark! now it comes. "

"Lord have mercy upon us, miserable sinners!" ejaculated Wood, as afearful gust dashed the water over the side of the boat, deluging himwith spray. 

The hurricane had now reached its climax. The blast shrieked, as ifexulting in its wrathful mission. Stunning and continuous, the dinseemed almost to take away the power of hearing. He, who had faced thegale, would have been instantly stifled. Piercing through every crevicein the clothes, it, in some cases, tore them from the wearer's limbs, orfrom his grasp. It penetrated the skin; benumbed the flesh; paralysedthe faculties. The intense darkness added to the terror of the storm. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. Nonesaw, though all felt, his presence, and heard the thunder of his voice. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. Ten thousand steeds appeared to be trampling aloft, charged with thework of devastation. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wingsof the tempest, animating and directing its fury. The actual danger waslost sight of in these wild apprehensions; and many timorous beings werescared beyond reason's verge by the excess of their fears. 

This had well nigh been the case with the carpenter. He was roused fromthe stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, whoroared in his ear, "The bridge!--the bridge!"

CHAPTER VII. 

Old London Bridge. 

London, at the period of this history, boasted only a single bridge. Butthat bridge was more remarkable than any the metropolis now possesses. Covered with houses, from one end to the other, this reverend andpicturesque structure presented the appearance of a street across theThames. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, itsmagazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from theMiddlesex to the Surrey shore. The houses were older, the shopsgloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, thecrowd, the street-like air was the same. Then the bridge had archedgateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gatewaysought to be) with the heads of traitors. In olden days it boasted achapel, dedicated to Saint Thomas; beneath which there was a cryptcuriously constructed amid the arches, where "was sepultured Peter theChaplain of Colechurch, who began the Stone Bridge at London:" and itstill boasted an edifice (though now in rather a tumbledown condition)which had once vied with a palace, --we mean Nonesuch House. The otherbuildings stood close together in rows; and so valuable was every inchof room accounted, that, in many cases, cellars, and even habitableapartments, were constructed in the solid masonry of the piers. 

Old London Bridge (the grandsire of the present erection) was supportedon nineteen arches, each of which

 Would a Rialto make for depth and height!

The arches stood upon enormous piers; the piers on starlings, orjetties, built far out into the river to break the force of the tide. 

Roused by Ben's warning, the carpenter looked up and could just perceivethe dusky outline of the bridge looming through the darkness, andrendered indistinctly visible by the many lights that twinkled from thewindows of the lofty houses. As he gazed at these lights, they suddenlyseemed to disappear, and a tremendous shock was felt throughout theframe of the boat. Wood started to his feet. He found that the skiff hadbeen dashed against one of the buttresses of the bridge. 

"Jump!" cried Ben, in a voice of thunder. 

Wood obeyed. His fears supplied him with unwonted vigour. Though thestarling was more than two feet above the level of the water, healighted with his little charge--which he had never for an instantquitted--in safety upon it. Poor Ben was not so fortunate. Just as hewas preparing to follow, the wherry containing Rowland and his men, which had drifted in their wake, was dashed against his boat. Theviolence of the collision nearly threw him backwards, and caused him toswerve as he sprang. His foot touched the rounded edge of the starling, and glanced off, precipitating him into the water. As he fell, he caughtat the projecting masonry. But the stone was slippery; and the tide, which here began to feel the influence of the fall, was running withfrightful velocity. He could not make good his hold. But, uttering aloud cry, he was swept away by the headlong torrent. 

Mr. Wood heard the cry. But his own situation was too perilous to admitof his rendering any assistance to the ill-fated waterman. He fancied, indeed, that he beheld a figure spring upon the starling at the momentwhen the boats came in contact; but, as he could perceive no one nearhim, he concluded he must have been mistaken. 

In order to make Mr. Wood's present position, and subsequent proceedingsfully intelligible, it may be necessary to give some notion of the shapeand structure of the platform on which he had taken refuge. It has beensaid, that the pier of each arch, or lock of Old London Bridge, wasdefended from the force of the tide by a huge projecting spur called astarling. These starlings varied in width, according to the bulk of thepier they surrounded. But they were all pretty nearly of the samelength, and built somewhat after the model of a boat, having extremitiesas sharp and pointed as the keel of a canoe. Cased and ribbed withstone, and braced with horizontal beams of timber, the piles, whichformed the foundation of these jetties, had resisted the strongencroachments of the current for centuries. Some of them are now buriedat the bottom of the Thames. The starling, on which the carpenter stood, was the fourth from the Surrey shore. It might be three yards in width, and a few more in length; but it was covered with ooze and slime, andthe waves continually broke over it. The transverse spars beforementioned were as slippery as ice; and the hollows between them werefilled ankle-deep with water. 

The carpenter threw himself flat upon the starling to avoid the fury ofthe wind. But in this posture he fared worse than ever. If he ran lessrisk of being blown over, he stood a much greater chance of being washedoff, or stifled. As he lay on his back, he fancied himself graduallyslipping off the platform. Springing to his feet in an ecstasy ofterror, he stumbled, and had well nigh realized his worst apprehensions. He, next, tried to clamber up the flying buttresses and soffits of thepier, in the hope of reaching some of the windows and other apertureswith which, as a man-of-war is studded with port-holes, the sides of thebridge were pierced. But this wild scheme was speedily abandoned; and, nerved by despair, the carpenter resolved to hazard an attempt, from theexecution, almost from the contemplation, of which he had hithertoshrunk. This was to pass under the arch, along the narrow ledge of thestarling, and, if possible, attain the eastern platform, where, protected by the bridge, he would suffer less from the excessiveviolence of the gale. 

Assured, if he remained much longer where he was, he would inevitablyperish, Wood recommended himself to the protection of Heaven, and beganhis perilous course. Carefully sustaining the child which, even in thatterrible extremity, he had not the heart to abandon, he fell upon hisknees, and, guiding himself with his right hand, crept slowly on. He hadscarcely entered the arch, when the indraught was so violent, and thenoise of the wind so dreadful and astounding, that he almost determinedto relinquish the undertaking. But the love of life prevailed over hisfears. He went on. 

The ledge, along which he crawled, was about a foot wide. In length thearch exceeded seventy feet. To the poor carpenter it seemed an endlessdistance. When, by slow and toilsome efforts, he had arrived midway, something obstructed his further progress. It was a huge stone placedthere by some workmen occupied in repairing the structure. Cold dropsstood upon Wood's brow, as he encountered this obstacle. To return wasimpossible, --to raise himself certain destruction. He glanced downwardsat the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him withlightning swiftness in the gloom. He listened to the thunder of the fallnow mingling with the roar of the blast; and, driven almost frantic bywhat he heard and saw, he pushed with all his force against the stone. To his astonishment and delight it yielded to the pressure, toppled overthe ledge, and sank. Such was the hubbub and tumult around him, thatthe carpenter could not hear its plunge into the flood. His course, however, was no longer interrupted, and he crept on. 

After encountering other dangers, and being twice, compelled to flinghimself flat upon his face to avoid slipping from the wet and slimypathway, he was at length about to emerge from the lock, when, to hisinexpressible horror, he found he had lost the child!

All the blood in his veins rushed to his heart, and he shook in everylimb as he made this discovery. A species of vertigo seized him. Hisbrain reeled. He fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge wascracking over head, --that the arch was tumbling upon him, --that thetorrent was swelling around him, whirling him off, and about to bury himin the deafening abyss. He shrieked with agony, and clung with desperatetenacity to the roughened stones. But calmer thoughts quickly succeeded. On taxing his recollection, the whole circumstance rushed to mind withpainful distinctness. He remembered that, before he attempted todislodge the stone, he had placed the child in a cavity of the pier, which the granite mass had been intended to fill. This obstacle beingremoved, in his eagerness to proceed, he had forgotten to take hislittle charge with him. It was still possible the child might be insafety. And so bitterly did the carpenter reproach himself with hisneglect, that he resolved, at all risks, to go back in search of it. Acting upon this humane determination, he impelled himself slowlybackwards, --for he did not dare to face the blast, --and with incrediblelabour and fatigue reached the crevice. His perseverance was amplyrewarded. The child was still safe. It lay undisturbed in the remotestcorner of the recess. 

So overjoyed was the carpenter with the successful issue of hisundertaking, that he scarcely paused a moment to recruit himself; but, securing the child, set out upon his return. Retracing his steps, hearrived, without further accident, at the eastern platform of thestarling. As he anticipated, he was here comparatively screened from thefury of the wind; and when he gazed upon the roaring fall beneath him, visible through the darkness in a glistening sheet of foam, his heartoverflowed with gratitude for his providential deliverance. 

As he moved about upon the starling, Mr. Wood became sensible that hewas not alone. Some one was standing beside him. This, then, must be theperson whom he had seen spring upon the western platform at the time ofthe collision between the boats. The carpenter well knew from theobstacle which had interfered with his own progress, that the unknowncould not have passed through the same lock as himself. But he mighthave crept along the left side of the pier, and beneath the furtherarch; whereas, Wood, as we have seen, took his course upon the right. The darkness prevented the carpenter from discerning the features orfigure of the stranger; and the ceaseless din precluded the possibilityof holding any communication by words with him. Wood, however, madeknown his presence to the individual by laying his hand upon hisshoulder. The stranger started at the touch, and spoke. But his wordswere borne away by the driving wind. 

Finding all attempts at conversation with his companion in misfortune invain, Wood, in order to distract his thoughts, looked up at the giganticstructure standing, like a wall of solid darkness, before him. What washis transport on perceiving that a few yards above him a light wasburning. The carpenter did not hesitate a moment. He took a handful ofthe gravelly mud, with which the platform was covered, and threw thesmall pebbles, one by one, towards the gleam. A pane of glass wasshivered by each stone. The signal of distress was evidently understood. The light disappeared. The window was shortly after opened, and a ropeladder, with a lighted horn lantern attached to it, let down. 

Wood grasped his companion's arm to attract his attention to thisunexpected means of escape. The ladder was now within reach. Bothadvanced towards it, when, by the light of the lantern, Wood beheld, inthe countenance of the stranger, the well-remembered and stern featuresof Rowland. 

The carpenter trembled; for he perceived Rowland's gaze fixed firstupon the infant, and then on himself. 

"It _is_ her child!" shrieked Rowland, in a voice heard above thehowling of the tempest, "risen from this roaring abyss to torment me. Its parents have perished. And shall their wretched offspring live toblight my hopes, and blast my fame? Never!" And, with these words, hegrasped Wood by the throat, and, despite his resistance, dragged him tothe very verge of the platform. 

All this juncture, a thundering crash was heard against the side of thebridge. A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to thestorm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones. 

When the carpenter a moment afterwards stretched out his hand, scarcelyknowing whether he was alive or dead, he found himself alone. The fatalshower, from which he and his little charge escaped uninjured, hadstricken his assailant and precipitated him into the boiling gulf. 

"It's an ill wind that blows nobody good, " thought the carpenter, turning his attention to the child, whose feeble struggles and criesproclaimed that, as yet, life had not been extinguished by the hardshipsit had undergone. "Poor little creature!" he muttered, pressing ittenderly to his breast, as he grasped the rope and clambered up to thewindow: "if thou hast, indeed, lost both thy parents, as that terribleman said just now, thou art not wholly friendless and deserted, for Imyself will be a father to thee! And in memory of this dreadful night, and the death from which I have, been the means of preserving thee, thoushalt bear the name of THAMES DARRELL. "

No sooner had Wood crept through the window, than nature gave way, andhe fainted. On coming to himself, he found he had been wrapped in ablanket and put to bed with a couple of hot bricks to his feet. Hisfirst inquiries were concerning the child, and he was delighted to findthat it still lived and was doing well. Every care had been taken of it, as well as of himself, by the humane inmates of the house in which hehad sought shelter. 

About noon, next day, he was able to move; and the gale having abated, he set out homewards with his little charge. 

The city presented a terrible picture of devastation. London Bridge hadsuffered a degree less than most places. But it was almost choked upwith fallen stacks of chimneys, broken beams of timber, and shatteredtiles. The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if thenext gust would precipitate them into the river. With great difficulty, Wood forced a path through the ruins. It was a work of no slight danger, for every instant a wall, or fragment of a building, came crashing tothe ground. Thames Street was wholly impassable. Men were going hitherand thither with barrows, and ladders and ropes, removing the rubbish, and trying to support the tottering habitations. Grace-church Street wasentirely deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got thebetter of their fears; or who, like the carpenter, were compelled toproceed along it. The tiles lay a foot thick in the road. In some casesthey were ground almost to powder; in others, driven deeply into theearth, as if discharged from a piece of ordnance. The roofs and gablesof many of the houses had been torn off. The signs of the shops werecarried to incredible distances. Here and there, a building might beseen with the doors and windows driven in, and all access to itprevented by the heaps of bricks and tilesherds. 

Through this confusion the carpenter struggled on;--now ascending, nowdescending the different mountains of rubbish that beset his path, atthe imminent peril of his life and limbs, until he arrived in FleetStreet. The hurricane appeared to have raged in this quarter withtenfold fury. Mr. Wood scarcely knew where he was. The old aspect of theplace was gone. In lieu of the substantial habitations which he hadgazed on overnight, he beheld a row of falling scaffoldings, for suchthey seemed. 

It was a dismal and depressing sight to see a great city thus suddenlyoverthrown; and the carpenter was deeply moved by the spectacle. Asusual, however, on the occasion of any great calamity, a crowd wasscouring the streets, whose sole object was plunder. While involved inthis crowd, near Temple Bar, --where the thoroughfare was most dangerousfrom the masses of ruin that impeded it, --an individual, whose swarthyfeatures recalled to the carpenter one of his tormentors of the previousnight, collared him, and, with bitter imprecations accused him ofstealing his child. In vain Wood protested his innocence. The ruffian'scompanions took his part. And the infant, in all probability, would havebeen snatched from its preserver, if a posse of the watch (sent out tomaintain order and protect property) had not opportunely arrived, and bya vigorous application of their halberts dispersed his persecutors, andset him at liberty. 

Mr. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him tillhe reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. His wife met him at thedoor, and into her hands he delivered his little charge. 

END OF THE FIRST EPOCH. 

EPOCH THE SECOND. 

1715. 

THAMES DARRELL. 

CHAPTER I. 

The Idle Apprentice. 

Twelve years! How many events have occurred during that long interval!how many changes have taken place! The whole aspect of things isaltered. The child has sprung into a youth; the youth has become a man;the man has already begun to feel the advances of age. Beauty hasbloomed and faded. Fresh flowers of loveliness have budded, expanded, died. The fashions of the day have become antiquated. New customs haveprevailed over the old. Parties, politics, and popular opinions havechanged. The crown has passed from the brow of one monarch to that ofanother. Habits and tastes are no longer the same. We, ourselves, arescarcely the same we were twelve years ago. 

Twelve years ago! It is an awful retrospect. Dare we look back upon thedarkened vista, and, in imagination retrace the path we have trod? Withhow many vain hopes is it shaded! with how many good resolutions, neverfulfilled, is it paved! Where are the dreams of ambition in which, twelve years ago, we indulged? Where are the aspirations that firedus--the passions that consumed us then? Has our success in life beencommensurate with our own desires--with the anticipations formed of usby others? Or, are we not blighted in heart, as in ambition? Has not theloved one been estranged by doubt, or snatched from us by the cold handof death? Is not the goal, towards which we pressed, further off thanever--the prospect before us cheerless as the blank behind?--Enough ofthis. Let us proceed with our tale. 

Twelve years, then, have elapsed since the date of the occurrencesdetailed in the preceding division of this history. At that time, wewere beneath the sway of Anne: we are now at the commencement of thereign of George the First. Passing at a glance over the whole of theintervening period; leaving in the words of the poet, --The growth untried Of that wide gap--

we shall resume our narrative at the beginning of June, 1715. 

One Friday afternoon, in this pleasant month, it chanced that Mr. Wood, who had been absent on business during the greater part of the day, returned (perhaps not altogether undesignedly) at an earlier hour thanwas expected, to his dwelling in Wych Street, Drury Lane; and was aboutto enter his workshop, when, not hearing any sound of labour issue fromwithin, he began to suspect that an apprentice, of whose habits ofindustry he entertained some doubt, was neglecting his employment. Impressed with this idea, he paused for a moment to listen. But findingall continue silent, he cautiously lifted the latch, and crept into theroom, resolved to punish the offender in case his suspicions shouldprove correct. 

The chamber, into which he stole, like all carpenters' workshops, wascrowded with the implements and materials of that ancient and honourableart. Saws, hammers, planes, axes, augers, adzes, chisels, gimblets, andan endless variety of tools were ranged, like a stand of martial weaponsat an armoury, in racks against the walls. Over these hung levels, bevels, squares, and other instruments of measurement. Amid a litter ofnails without heads, screws without worms, and locks without wards, laya glue-pot and an oilstone, two articles which their owner was wont toterm "his right hand and his left. " On a shelf was placed a row ofpaint-jars; the contents of which had been daubed in rainbow streaksupon the adjacent closet and window sill. Divers plans and figures werechalked upon the walls; and the spaces between them were filled up withan almanack for the year; a godly ballad, adorned with a rude wood-cut, purporting to be "_The History of Chaste Susannah_;" an old print of theSeven Golden Candlesticks; an abstract of the various Acts of Parliamentagainst drinking, swearing, and all manner of profaneness; and a view ofthe interior of Doctor Daniel Burgess's Presbyterian meeting-house inRussell Court, with portraits of the reverend gentleman and theprincipal members of his flock. The floor was thickly strewn withsawdust and shavings; and across the room ran a long and wide bench, furnished at one end with a powerful vice; next to which three nailsdriven into the boards served, it would appear from the lump ofunconsumed tallow left in their custody, as a substitute for acandlestick. On the bench was set a quartern measure of gin, a crust ofbread, and a slice of cheese. Attracted by the odour of the latterdainty, a hungry cat had contrived to scratch open the paper in which itwas wrapped, displaying the following words in large characters:--"THEHISTORY OF THE FOUR KINGS, OR CHILD'S BEST GUIDE TO THE GALLOWS. " And, as if to make the moral more obvious, a dirty pack of cards wasscattered, underneath, upon the sawdust. Near the door stood a pile ofdeal planks, behind which the carpenter ensconced himself in order toreconnoitre, unobserved, the proceedings of his idle apprentice. 

Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with hisback to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, insteadof executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon abeam, overhead. Boys, at the time of which we write, were attired likemen of their own day, or certain charity-children of ours; and thestripling in question was dressed in black plush breeches, and a graydrugget waistcoat, with immoderately long pockets, both of which wereevidently the cast-off clothes of some one considerably his senior. Coat, on the present occasion, he had none, it being more convenient, aswell as agreeable to him, to pursue his avocations in his shirtsleeves;but, when fully equipped, he wore a large-cuffed, long-skirted garment, which had once been the property of his master. 

In concealing himself behind the timber, Mr. Wood could not avoid makinga slight shuffling sound. The noise startled the apprentice, whoinstantly suspended his labour, and gazed anxiously in the directionwhence he supposed it proceeded. His face was that of a quick, intelligent-looking boy, with fine hazel eyes, and a clear olivecomplexion. His figure was uncommonly slim even for his age, which couldnot be more than thirteen; and the looseness of his garb made him appearthinner than he was in reality. But if his frame was immature, his lookswere not so. He seemed to possess a penetration and cunning beyond hisyears--to hide a man's judgment under a boy's mask. The glance, which hethrew at the door, was singularly expressive of his character: it was amixture of alarm, effrontery, and resolution. In the end, resolutiontriumphed, as it was sure to do, over the weaker emotions, and helaughed at his fears. The only part of his otherwise-interestingcountenance, to which one could decidedly object, was the mouth; afeature that, more than any other, is conceived to betray the animalpropensities of the possessor. If this is true, it must be owned thatthe boy's mouth showed a strong tendency on his part to coarseindulgence. The eyes, too, though large and bright, and shaded by longlashes, seemed to betoken, as hazel eyes generally do in men, afaithless and uncertain disposition. The cheek-bones were prominent: thenose slightly depressed, with rather wide nostrils; the chin narrow, butwell-formed; the forehead broad and lofty; and he possessed such anextraordinary flexibility of muscle in this region, that he couldelevate his eye-brows at pleasure up to the very verge of his sleek andshining black hair, which, being closely cropped, to admit of hisoccasionally wearing a wig, gave a singular bullet-shape to his head. Taken altogether, his physiognomy resembled one of those vagabond headswhich Murillo delighted to paint, and for which Guzman d'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes, or Estevanillo Gonzalez might have sat:--faces thatalmost make one in love with roguery, they seem so full of vivacity andenjoyment. There was all the knavery, and more than all the drollery ofa Spanish picaroon in the laughing eyes of the English apprentice; and, with a little more warmth and sunniness of skin on the side of thelatter, the resemblance between them would have been complete. 

Satisfied, as he thought, that he had nothing to apprehend, the boyresumed his task, chanting, as he plied his knife with redoubledassiduity, the following--not inappropriate strains:--

 THE NEWGATE STONE. 

 When Claude Du Val was in Newgate thrown, He carved his name on the dungeon stone; Quoth a dubsman, who gazed on the shattered wall, "You have carved your epitaph, Claude Du Val, _With your chisel so fine, tra la_!"

"This S wants a little deepening, " mused the apprentice, retouching theletter in question; "ay, that's better. "

 Du Val was hang'd, and the next who came On the selfsame stone inscribed his name: "Aha!" quoth the dubsman, with devilish glee, "Tom Waters _your_ doom is the triple tree! _With your chisel so fine, tra la_!"

"Tut, tut, tut, " he cried, "what a fool I am to be sure! I ought to havecut John, not Jack. However, it don't signify. Nobody ever called meJohn, that I recollect. So I dare say I was christened Jack. Deuce takeit! I was very near spelling my name with one P. 

 Within that dungeon lay Captain Bew, Rumbold and Whitney--a jolly crew! All carved their names on the stone, and all Share the fate of the brave Du Val! _With their chisels so fine, tra la_!

"Save us!" continued the apprentice, "I hope this beam doesn't resemblethe Newgate stone; or I may chance, like the great men the song speaksof, to swing on the Tyburn tree for my pains. No fear o' that. --Thoughif my name should become as famous as theirs, it wouldn't much matter. The prospect of the gallows would never deter me from taking to theroad, if I were so inclined. 

 Full twenty highwaymen blithe and bold, Rattled their chains in that dungeon old; Of all that number there 'scaped not one Who carved his name on the Newgate Stone. _With his chisel so fine, tra la_!

"There!" cried the boy, leaping from the stool, and drawing back a fewpaces on the bench to examine his performance, --"that'll do. Claude duVal himself couldn't have carved it better--ha! ha!"

The name inscribed upon the beam (of which, as it has been carefullypreserved by the subsequent owners of Mr. Wood's habitation in WychStreet, we are luckily enabled to furnish a facsimile) was

[Illustration: Jack Sheppard (signature)]

"I've half a mind to give old Wood the slip, and turn highwayman, " criedJack, as he closed the knife, and put it in his pocket. 

"The devil you have!" thundered a voice from behind, that filled theapprentice with dismay. "Come down, sirrah, and I'll teach you how todeface my walls in future. Come down, I say, instantly, or I'll makeyou. " Upon which, Mr. Wood caught hold of Jack's leg, and dragged himoff the bench. 

"And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?" continued thecarpenter, cuffing him soundly, --"rob the mails, like Jack Hall, Isuppose. "

"Yes, I will, " replied Jack sullenly, "if you beat me in that way. "

Amazed at the boy's assurance, Wood left off boxing his ears for amoment, and, looking at him steadfastly, said in a grave tone, "Jack, Jack, you'll come to be hanged!"

"Better be hanged than hen-pecked, " retorted the lad with a maliciousgrin. 

"What do you mean by that, sirrah?" cried Wood, reddening with anger. "Do you dare to insinuate that Mrs. Wood governs me?"

"It's plain you can't govern yourself, at all events, " replied Jackcoolly; "but, be that as it may, I won't be struck for nothing. "

"Nothing, " echoed Wood furiously. "Do you call neglecting your work, andsinging flash songs nothing? Zounds! you incorrigible rascal, many amaster would have taken you before a magistrate, and prayed for yoursolitary confinement in Bridewell for the least of these offences. ButI'll be more lenient, and content myself with merely chastising you, oncondition--"

"You may do as you please, master, " interrupted Jack, thrusting his handinto his pocket, as if in search of the knife; "but I wouldn't adviseyou to lay hands on me again. "

Mr. Wood glanced at the hardy offender, and not liking the expression ofhis countenance, thought it advisable to postpone the execution of histhreats to a more favourable opportunity. So, by way of gaining time, heresolved to question him further. 

"Where did you learn the song I heard just now?" he demanded, in anauthoritative tone. 

"At the Black Lion in our street, " replied Jack, without hesitation. 

"The worst house in the neighbourhood--the constant haunt of reprobatesand thieves, " groaned Wood. "And who taught it you--the landlord, JoeHind?"

"No; one Blueskin, a fellow who frequents the Lion, " answered Jack, witha degree of candour that astonished his master nearly as much as hisconfidence. "It was that song that put it into my head to cut my name onthe beam. "

"A white wall is a fool's paper, Jack, --remember that, " rejoined Wood. "Pretty company for an apprentice to keep!--pretty houses for anapprentice to frequent! Why, the rascal you mention is a notorioushouse-breaker. He was tried at the last Old Bailey sessions; and onlyescaped the gallows by impeaching his accomplices. Jonathan Wild broughthim off. "

"Do you happen to know Jonathan Wild, master?" inquired Jack, alteringhis tone, and assuming a more respectful demeanour. 

"I've seen him some years ago, I believe, " answered Wood; "and, thoughhe must be much changed by this time, I dare say I should know himagain. "

"A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir, --with a yellow beard, and a face as sly as a fox's?"

"Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "thedescription's not amiss. But why do you ask?"

"Because--" stammered the boy. 

"Speak out--don't be alarmed, " said Wood, in a kind and encouragingtone. "If you've done wrong, confess it, and I'll forgive you!"

"I don't deserve to be forgiven!" returned Jack, bursting into tears;"for I'm afraid I've done very wrong. Do you know this, Sir?" he added, taking a key from his pocket. 

"Where did you find it!" asked Wood. 

"It was given me by a man who was drinking t'other night with Blueskinat the Lion! and who, though he slouched his hat over his eyes, andmuffled his chin in a handkerchief, must have been Jonathan Wild. "

"Where did _he_ get it?" inquired Wood, in surprise. 

"That I can't say. But he promised to give me a couple of guineas if I'dascertain whether it fitted your locks. "

"Zounds!" exclaimed Wood; "it's my old master-key. This key, " he added, taking it from the boy, "was purloined from me by your father, Jack. What he intended to do with it is of little consequence now. But beforehe suffered at Tyburn, he charged your mother to restore it. She lost itin the Mint. Jonathan Wild must have stolen it from her. "

"He must, " exclaimed Jack, hastily; "but only let me have it tillto-morrow, and if I don't entrap him in a snare from which, with allhis cunning, he shall find it difficult to escape, my name's not JackSheppard. "

"I see through your design, Jack, " returned the carpenter, gravely; "butI don't like under-hand work. Even when you've a knave to deal with, letyour actions be plain, and above-board. That's my maxim; and it's themaxim of every honest man. It would be a great matter, I must own, tobring Jonathan Wild to justice. But I can't consent to the course youwould pursue--at least, not till I've given it due consideration. Inregard to yourself, you've had a very narrow escape. Wild's intention, doubtless, was to use you as far as he found necessary, and then to sellyou. Let this be a caution to you in future--with whom, and about whatyou deal. We're told, that 'Whoso is partner with a thief hateth his ownsoul. ' Avoid taverns and bad company, and you may yet do well. Youpromise to become a first-rate workman. But you want one quality, without which all others are valueless. You want industry--you wantsteadiness. Idleness is the key of beggary, Jack. If you don't conquerthis disgraceful propensity in time, you'll soon come to want; and thennothing can save you. Be warned by your father's fate. As you brew somust you drink. I've engaged to watch over you as a son, and I _will_ doso as far as I'm able; but if you neglect my advice, what chance have Iof benefitting you? On one point I've made up my mind--you shall eitherobey me, or leave me. Please yourself. Here are your indentures, if youchoose to seek another master. "

"I _will_ obey you, master, --indeed I will!" implored Jack, seriouslyalarmed at the carpenter's calm displeasure. 

"We shall see. Good words, without deeds, are rushes and reeds. And nowtake away those cards, and never let me see them again. Drive away thecat; throw that measure of gin through the window; and tell me whyyou've not so much as touched the packing-case for Lady Trafford, whichI particularly desired you to complete against my return. It must besent home this evening. She leaves town to-morrow. "

"It shall be ready in two hours, " answered Jack, seizing a piece of woodand a plane; "it isn't more than four o'clock. I'll engage to get thejob done by six. I didn't expect you home before that hour, Sir. "

"Ah, Jack, " said Wood, shaking his head, "where there's a will there's away. You can do anything you please. I wish I could get you to imitateThames Darrell. "

"I'm sure I understand the business of a carpenter much better than hedoes, " replied Jack, adroitly adjusting the board, and using the planewith the greatest rapidity. 

"Perhaps, " replied Wood, doubtfully. 

"Thames was always your favourite, " observed Jack, as he fastenedanother piece of wood on the teeth of the iron stopper. 

"I've made no distinction between you, hitherto, " answered Wood; "norshall I do so, unless I'm compelled. "

"I've had the hard work to do, at all events, " rejoined Jack, "But Iwon't complain. I'd do anything for Thames Darrell. "

"And Thames Darrell would do anything for you, Jack, " replied a blithevoice. "What's the matter, father!" continued the new-comer, addressingWood. "Has Jack displeased you? If so, overlook his fault this once. I'msure he'll do his best to content you. Won't you, Jack?"

"That I will, " answered Sheppard, eagerly. 

"When it thunders, the thief becomes honest, " muttered Wood. 

"Can I help you, Jack?" asked Thames, taking up a plane. 

"No, no, let him alone, " interposed Wood. "He has undertaken to finishthis job by six o'clock, and I wish to see whether he'll be as good ashis word. "

"He'll have hard work to do it by that time, father, " remonstratedThames; "you'd better let me help him. "

"On no account, " rejoined Wood peremptorily. "A little extra exertionwill teach him the advantage of diligence at the proper season. Lostground must be regained. I need scarcely ask whether you've executedyour appointed task, my dear? You're never behindhand. "

Thames turned away at the question, which he felt might be construedinto a reproach. But Sheppard answered for him. 

"Darrell's job was done early this morning, " he said; "and if I'dattended to his advice, the packing-case would have been finished at thesame time. "

"You trusted too much to your own skill, Jack, " rejoined Thames. "If Icould work as fast as you, I might afford to be as idle. See how he getson, father, " he added, appealing to Wood: "the box seems to grow underhis hands. "

"You're a noble-hearted little fellow, Thames, " rejoined Wood, casting alook of pride and affection at his adopted son, whose head he gentlypatted; "and give promise of a glorious manhood. "

Thames Darrell was, indeed, a youth of whom a person of far greaterworldly consequence than the worthy carpenter might have been justlyproud. Though a few months younger than his companion Jack Sheppard, hewas half a head taller, and much more robustly formed. The two friendscontrasted strikingly with each other. In Darrell's open features, frankness and honour were written in legible characters; while, inJack's physiognomy, cunning and knavery were as strongly imprinted. Inall other respects they differed as materially. Jack could hardly beaccounted good-looking: Thames, on the contrary, was one of thehandsomest boys possible. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy;Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. Jack's mouth was coarse andlarge; Darrell's small and exquisitely carved, with the short, proudupper lip, which belongs to the highest order of beauty. Jack's nose wasbroad and flat; Darrell's straight and fine as that of Antinous. Theexpression pervading the countenance of the one was vulgarity; of theother, that which is rarely found, except in persons of high birth. Darrell's eyes were of that clear gray which it is difficult todistinguish from blue by day and black at night; and his rich brownhair, which he could not consent to part with, even on the promise of anew and modish peruke from his adoptive father, fell in thick glossyringlets upon his shoulders; whereas Jack's close black crop impartedthe peculiar bullet-shape we have noticed, to his head. 

While Thames modestly expressed a hope that he might not belie thecarpenter's favourable prediction, Jack Sheppard thought fit to mount asmall ladder placed against the wall, and, springing with the agility ofan ape upon a sort of frame, contrived to sustain short spars and blocksof timber, began to search about for a piece of wood required in thework on which he was engaged. Being in a great hurry, he took littleheed where he set his feet; and a board giving way, he must have fallen, if he had not grasped a large plank laid upon the transverse beamimmediately over his head. 

"Take care, Jack, " shouted Thames, who witnessed the occurrence; "thatplank isn't properly balanced. You'll have it down. "

But the caution came too late. Sheppard's weight had destroyed theequilibrium of the plank: it swerved, and slowly descended. Losing hispresence of mind, Jack quitted his hold, and dropped upon the frame. Theplank hung over his head. A moment more and he would have been crushedbeneath the ponderous board, when a slight but strong arm arrested itsdescent. 

"Get from under it, Jack!" vociferated Thames. "I can't hold it muchlonger--it'll break my wrist. Down we come!" he exclaimed, letting gothe plank, which fell with a crash, and leaping after Sheppard, who hadrolled off the frame. 

All this was the work of a minute. 

"No bones broken, I hope, " said Thames, laughing at Jack, who limpedtowards the bench, rubbing his shins as he went. 

"All right, " replied Sheppard, with affected indifference. 

"It's a mercy you both escaped!" ejaculated Wood, only just finding histongue. "I declare I'm all in a cold sweat. How came you, Sir, " hecontinued, addressing Sheppard, "to venture upon that frame. I alwaystold you some accident would happen. "

"Don't scold him, father, " interposed Thames; "he's been frightenedenough already. "

"Well, well, since you desire it, I'll say no more, " returned Wood. "Youhay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. 

"Only sprained it a little, that's all, " answered Thames; "the pain willgo off presently. "

"Then you _are_ hurt, " cried the carpenter in alarm. "Come down stairsdirectly, and let your mother look at your wrist. She has an excellentremedy for a sprain. And do you, Jack, attend to your work, and mind youdon't get into further mischief. "

"Hadn't Jack better go with us?" said Thames. "His shin may needrubbing. "

"By no means, " rejoined Wood, hastily. "A little suffering will do himgood. I meant to give him a drubbing. That bruise will answer the samepurpose. "

"Thames, " said Sheppard in a low voice, as he threw a vindictive glanceat the carpenter, "I shan't forget this. You've saved my life. "

"Pshaw! you'd do as much for me any day, and think no more about it. It'll be your turn to save mine next. "

"True, and I shan't be easy till my turn arrives. "

"I tell you what, Jack, " whispered Thames, who had noticed Sheppard'smenacing glance, and dreaded some further indiscretion on his part, "ifyou really wish to oblige me, you'll get that packing-case finished bysix o'clock. You _can_ do it, if you will. "

"And I _will_, if I can, depend upon it, " answered Sheppard, with alaugh. 

So saying, he manfully resumed his work; while Wood and Thames quittedthe room, and went down stairs. 

CHAPTER II. 

Thames Darrell. 

Thames Darrell's arm having been submitted to the scrutiny of Mrs. Wood, was pronounced by that lady to be very much sprained; and she, forthwith, proceeded to bathe it with a reddish-coloured lotion. Duringthis operation, the carpenter underwent a severe catechism as to thecause of the accident; and, on learning that the mischance originatedwith Jack Sheppard, the indignation of his helpmate knew no bounds; andshe was with difficulty prevented from flying to the workshop to inflictsummary punishment on the offender. 

"I knew how it would be, " she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to ashrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into thehouse. I told you no good would come of it. And every day's experienceproves that I was right. But, like all your overbearing sex, you musthave your own way. You'll never be guided by me--never!"

"Indeed, my love, you're entirely mistaken, " returned the carpenter, endeavouring to deprecate his wife's rising resentment by the softestlooks, and the meekest deportment. 

So far, however, was this submission from producing the desired effect, that it seemed only to lend additional fuel to her displeasure. Forgetting her occupation in her anger, she left off bathing Darrell'swrist; and, squeezing his arm so tightly that the boy winced with pain, she clapped her right hand upon her hip, and turned, with flashing eyesand an inflamed countenance, towards her crest-fallen spouse. 

"What!" she exclaimed, almost choked with passion, --"_I_ advised you toburthen yourself with that idle and good-for-nothing pauper, who'm youought rather to send to the workhouse than maintain at your own expense, did I! _I_ advised you to take him as an apprentice; and, so far fromgetting the regular fee with him, to give him a salary? _I_ advised youto feed him, and clothe him, and treat him like his betters; to put upwith his insolence, and wink at his faults? _I_ counselled all this, Isuppose. You'll tell me next, I dare say, that I recommended you to goand visit his mother so frequently under the plea of charity; to giveher wine, and provisions, and money; to remove her from the only fitquarters for such people--the Mint; and to place her in a cottage atWillesden, of which you must needs pay the rent? Marry, come up! charityshould begin at home. A discreet husband would leave the dispensation ofhis bounty, where women are concerned, to his wife. And for my part, ifI were inclined to exercise my benevolence at all, it should be infavour of some more deserving object than that whining, hypocriticalMagdalene. "

"It was the knowledge of this feeling on your part, my love, that mademe act without your express sanction. I did all for the best, I'm sure. Mrs. Sheppard is--"

"I know what Mrs. Sheppard is, without your information, Sir. I haven'tforgotten her previous history. You've your own reasons, no doubt, forbringing up her son--perhaps, I ought rather to say _your_ son, Mr. Wood. "

"Really, my love, these accusations are most groundless--this violenceis most unnecessary. "

"I can't endure the odious baggage. I hope I may never come near her. "

"I hope you never may, my love, " humbly acquiesced the carpenter. 

"Is my house to be made a receptacle for all your natural children, Sir?Answer me that. "

"Winny, " said Thames, whose glowing cheek attested the effect producedupon him by the insinuation; "Winny, " said he, addressing a prettylittle damsel of some twelve years of age, who stood by his side holdingthe bottle of embrocation, "help me on with my coat, please. This is noplace for me. "

"Sit down, my dear, sit down, " interposed Mrs. Wood, softening herasperity. "What I said about natural children doesn't apply to _you_. Don't suppose, " she added, with a scornful glance at her helpmate, "that I would pay him the compliment of thinking he could possibly bethe father of such a boy as you. "

Mr. Wood lifted up his hands in mute despair. 

"Owen, Owen, " pursued Mrs. Wood, sinking into a chair, and fanningherself violently, --"what a fluster you have put me into with yourviolence, to be sure! And at the very time, too, when you know I'mexpecting a visit from Mr. Kneebone, on his return from Manchester. Iwouldn't have him see me in this state for the world. He'd never forgiveyou. "

"Poh, poh, my dear! Mr. Kneebone invariably takes part with me, when anytrifling misunderstanding arises between us. I only wish he was not aPapist and a Jacobite. "

"Jacobite!" echoed Mrs. Wood. "Marry, come up! Mightn't he just asreasonably complain of your being a Hanoverian and a Presbyterian? It'sall matter of opinion. And now, my love, " she added, with a relentinglook, "I'm content to make up our quarrel. But you must promise me notto go near that abandoned hussy at Willesden. One can't help beingjealous, you know, even of an unworthy object. "

Glad to make peace on any terms, Mr. Wood gave the required promise, though he could not help thinking that if either of them had cause to bejealous he was the party. 

And here, we may be permitted to offer an observation upon the peculiarand unaccountable influence which ladies of a shrewish turn sofrequently exercise over--we can scarcely, in this case, say--theirlords and masters; an influence which seems not merely to extend to thewill of the husband, but even to his inclinations. We do not remember tohave met with a single individual, reported to be under petticoatgovernment, who was not content with his lot, --nay, who so far fromrepining, did not exult in his servitude; and we see no way ofaccounting for this apparently inexplicable conduct--for which, amongother phenomena of married life, various reasons have been assigned, though none entirely satisfactory to us--except upon the ground thatthese domineering dames possess some charm sufficiently strong tocounteract the irritating effect of their tempers; some secret andattractive quality of which the world at large is in ignorance, and withwhich their husbands alone can be supposed to be acquainted. Aninfluence of this description appeared to be exerted on the presentoccasion. The worthy carpenter was restored to instant good humour by aglance from his helpmate; and, notwithstanding the infliction he hadjust endured, he would have quarrelled with any one who had endeavouredto persuade him that he was not the happiest of men, and Mrs. Wood thebest of wives. 

"Women must have their wills while they live, since they can make nonewhen they die, " observed Wood, as he imprinted a kiss of reconciliationon the plump hand of his consort;--a sentiment to the correctness ofwhich the party chiefly interested graciously vouchsafed her assent. 

Lest the carpenter should be taxed with too much uxoriousness, itbehoves us to ascertain whether the personal attractions of his helpmatewould, in any degree, justify the devotion he displayed. In the firstplace, Mrs. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty, --a period pronounced by competentjudges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most criticalepoch of woman's existence, --whereas, he was on the shady side offifty, --a term of life not generally conceived to have any specialrecommendation in female eyes. In the next place, she really had somepretensions to beauty. Accounted extremely pretty in her youth, herfeatures and person expanded as she grew older, without much detrimentto their original comeliness. Hers was beauty on a large scale no doubt;but it was beauty, nevertheless: and the carpenter thought her eyes asbright, her complexion as blooming, and her figure (if a little morebuxom) quite as captivating as when he led her to the altar some twentyyears ago. 

On the present occasion, in anticipation of Mr. Kneebone's visit, Mrs. Wood was dressed with more than ordinary care, and in more than ordinaryfinery. A dove-coloured kincob gown, embroidered with large trees, andmade very low in front, displayed to the greatest possible advantage, the rounded proportions of her figure; while a high-heeled, red-leathershoe did not detract from the symmetry of a very neat ankle, and a verysmall foot. A stomacher, fastened by imitation-diamond buckles, girdedthat part of her person, which should have been a waist; a coralnecklace encircled her throat, and a few black patches, or mouches, asthey were termed, served as a foil to the bloom of her cheek and chin. Upon a table, where they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligenceof Darrell's accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered withlace, and an enormous fan; the latter, when opened, represented themetamorphosis and death of Actæon. From her stomacher, to which it wasattached by a multitude of glittering steel chains, depended an immenseturnip-shaped watch, in a pinchbeck case. Her hair was gathered upbehind, in a sort of pad, according to the then prevailing mode; and shewore a muslin cap, and pinners with crow-foot edging. A black silkfur-belowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung ayellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. 

But, in spite of her attractions, we shall address ourselves to theyounger, and more interesting couple. 

"I could almost find in my heart to quarrel with Jack Sheppard foroccasioning you so much pain, " observed little Winifred Wood, as, havingcompleted her ministration to the best of her ability, she helped Thameson with his coat. 

"I don't think you could find in your heart to quarrel with any one, Winny; much less with a person whom I like so much as Jack Sheppard. Myarm's nearly well again. And I've already told you the accident was notJack's fault. So, let's think no more about it. "

"It's strange you should like Jack so much dear Thames. He doesn'tresemble you at all. "

"The very reason why I like him, Winny. If he _did_ resemble me, Ishouldn't care about him. And, whatever you may think, I assure you, Jack's a downright good-natured fellow. "

Good-natured fellows are always especial favourites with boys. And, inapplying the term to his friend, Thames meant to pay him a highcompliment. And so Winifred understood him. 

"Well, " she said, in reply, "I may have done Jack an injustice. I'll tryto think better of him in future. "

"And, if you want an additional inducement to do so, I can tell youthere's no one--not even his mother--whom he loves so well as you. "

"Loves!" echoed Winifred, slightly colouring. 

"Yes, loves, Winny. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope ofmarrying you, when he grows old enough. "

"Thames!"

"Have I said anything to offend you?"

"Oh! no. But if you wouldn't have me positively dislike Jack Sheppard, you'll never mention such a subject again. Besides, " she added, blushingyet more deeply, "it isn't a proper one to talk upon. "

"Well then, to change it, " replied Thames, gravely, "suppose I should beobliged to leave you. "

Winifred looked as if she could not indulge such a supposition for asingle moment. 

"Surely, " she said, after a pause, "you don't attach any importance towhat my mother has just said. _She_ has already forgotten it. "

"But _I_ never can forget it, Winny. I will no longer be a burthen tothose upon whom I have no claim, but compassion. "

As he said this, in a low and mournful, but firm voice, the tearsgathered thickly in Winifred's dark eyelashes. 

"If you are in earnest, Thames, " she replied, with a look of gentlereproach, "you are very foolish; and, if in jest, very cruel. My mother, I'm sure, didn't intend to hurt your feelings. She loves you too wellfor that. And I'll answer for it, she'll never say a syllable to annoyyou again. "

Thames tried to answer her, but his voice failed him. 

"Come! I see the storm has blown over, " cried Winifred, brightening up. 

"You're mistaken, Winny. Nothing can alter my determination. I shallquit this roof to-morrow. "

The little girl's countenance fell. 

"Do nothing without consulting my father--_your_ father, Thames, " sheimplored. "Promise me that. "

"Willingly. And what's more, I promise to abide by his decision. "

"Then, I'm quite easy, " cried Winifred, joyfully. 

"I'm sure he won't attempt to prevent me, " rejoined Thames. 

The slight smile that played upon Winifred's lips seemed to say that_she_ was not quite so sure. But she made no answer. 

"In case he should consent--"

"He never will, " interrupted Winifred. 

"In case he _should_, I say, " continued Thames, "will _you_ promise tolet Jack Sheppard take my place in your affections, Winny?"

"Never!" replied the little damsel, "I can never love any one so much asyou. "

"Excepting your father. "

Winifred was going to say "No, " but she checked herself; and, withcheeks mantling with blushes, murmured, "I wish you wouldn't tease meabout Jack Sheppard. "

The foregoing conversation, having been conducted throughout in a lowtone, and apart, had not reached the ears of Mr. And Mrs. Wood, whowere, furthermore, engaged in a little conjugal _tête-à-tête_ of theirown. The last observation, however, caught the attention of thecarpenter's wife. 

"What's that you're saying about Jack Sheppard?" she cried. 

"Thames was just observing--"

"Thames!" echoed Mrs. Wood, glancing angrily at her husband. "There'sanother instance of your wilfulness and want of taste. Who but _you_would have dreamed of giving the boy such a name? Why, it's the name ofa river, not a Christian. No gentleman was ever called Thames, andDarrell _is_ a gentleman, unless the whole story of his being found inthe river is a fabrication!"

"My dear, you forget--"

"No, Mr. Wood, I forget nothing. I've an excellent memory, thank God!And I perfectly remember that everybody was drowned upon thatoccasion--except yourself and the child!"

"My love you're beside yourself--"

"I was beside myself to take charge of your--"

"Mother?" interposed Winifred. 

"It's of no use, " observed Thames quietly, but with a look that chilledthe little damsel's heart;--"my resolution is taken. "

"You at least appear to forget that Mr. Kneebone is coming, my dear, "ventured Mr. Wood. 

"Good gracious! so I do, " exclaimed his amiable consort. "But you _do_agitate me so much. Come into the parlour, Winifred, and dry your eyesdirectly, or I'll send you to bed. Mr. Wood, I desire you'll put on yourbest things, and join us as soon as possible. Thames, you needn't tidyyourself, as you've hurt your arm. Mr. Kneebone will excuse you. Dearme! if there isn't his knock. Oh! I'm in such a fluster!"

Upon which, she snatched up her fan, cast a look into the glass, smoothed down her scarf, threw a soft expression into her features, andled the way into the next room, whither she was followed by her daughterand Thames Darrell. 

CHAPTER III. 

The Jacobite. 

Mr. William Kneebone was a woollen-draper of "credit and renown, " whoseplace of business was held at the sign of the Angel (for, in thosedays, every shop had its sign), opposite Saint Clement's church in theStrand. A native of Manchester, he was the son of Kenelm Kneebone, astaunch Catholic, and a sergeant of dragoons, who lost his legs and hislife while fighting for James the Second at the battle of the Boyne, andwho had little to bequeath his son except his laurels and his loyalty tothe house of Stuart. 

The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. He had ahandsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; andmeasured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders--athleticproportions derived from his father the dragoon. And, if it had not beenfor a taste for plotting, which was continually getting him intoscrapes, he might have been accounted a respectable member of society. 

Of late, however, his plotting had assumed a more dark and dangerouscomplexion. The times were such that, with the opinions he entertained, he could not remain idle. The spirit of disaffection was busy throughoutthe kingdom. It was on the eve of that memorable rebellion which brokeforth, two months later, in Scotland. Since the accession of George theFirst to the throne in the preceding year, every effort had been made bythe partisans of the Stuarts to shake the credit of the existinggovernment, and to gain supporters to their cause. Disappointed in theirhopes of the restoration of the fallen dynasty after the death of Anne, the adherents of the Chevalier de Saint George endeavoured, by sowingthe seeds of dissension far and wide, to produce a general insurrectionin his favour. No means were neglected to accomplish this end. Agentswere dispersed in all directions--offers the most tempting held out toinduce the wavering to join the Chevalier's standard. Plots were hatchedin the provinces, where many of the old and wealthy Catholic familiesresided, whose zeal for the martyr of their religion (as the Chevalierwas esteemed), sharpened by the persecutions they themselves endured, rendered them hearty and efficient allies. Arms, horses, andaccoutrements were secretly purchased and distributed; and it is notimprobable that, if the unfortunate prince, in whose behalf theseexertions were made, and who was not deficient in courage, as he provedat the battle of Malplaquet, had boldly placed himself at the head ofhis party at an earlier period, he might have regained the crown of hisancestors. But the indecision, which had been fatal to his race, wasfatal to him. He delayed the blow till the fortunate conjuncture waspast. And when, at length, it _was_ struck, he wanted energy to pursuehis advantages. 

But we must not anticipate the course of events. At the precise periodof this history, the Jacobite party was full of hope and confidence. Louis the Fourteenth yet lived, and expectations were, therefore, indulged of assistance from France. The disgrace of the leaders of thelate Tory administration had strengthened, rather than injured, theircause. Mobs were gathered together on the slightest possible pretext;and these tumultuous assemblages, while committing the most outrageousexcesses, loudly proclaimed their hatred to the house of Hanover, andtheir determination to cut off the Protestant succession. Theproceedings of this faction were narrowly watched by a vigilant andsagacious administration. The government was not deceived (indeed, everyopportunity was sought by the Jacobites of parading their numbers, ) asto the force of its enemies; and precautionary measures were taken todefeat their designs. On the very day of which we write, namely, the10th of June 1715, Bolingbroke and Oxford were impeached of hightreason. The Committee of Secrecy--that English Council of Ten--weresitting, with Walpole at their head; and the most extraordinarydiscoveries were reported to be made. On the same day, moreover, which, by a curious coincidence, was the birthday of the Chevalier de SaintGeorge, mobs were collected together in the streets, and the health ofthat prince was publicly drunk under the title of James the Third;while, in many country towns, the bells were rung, and rejoicings held, as if for a reigning monarch:--the cry of the populace almostuniversally being, "No King George, but a Stuart!"

The adherents of the Chevalier de Saint George, we have said, werelavish in promises to their proselytes. Posts were offered to all whochose to accept them. Blank commissions, signed by the prince, to befilled up by the name of the person, who could raise a troop for hisservice, were liberally bestowed. Amongst others, Mr. Kneebone, whoseinterest was not inconsiderable with the leaders of his faction, obtained an appointment as captain in a regiment of infantry, on theconditions above specified. With a view to raise recruits for his corps, the warlike woollen-draper started for Lancashire, under the colour of ajourney on business. He was pretty successful in Manchester, --a townwhich may be said to have been the head-quarters of the disaffected. Onhis return to London, he found that applications had been made from asomewhat doubtful quarter by two individuals, for the posts ofsubordinate officers in his troop. Mr. Kneebone, or, as he would havepreferred being styled, Captain Kneebone, was not perfectly satisfiedwith the recommendations forwarded by the applicants. But this was not aseason in which to be needlessly scrupulous. He resolved to judge forhimself. Accordingly, he was introduced to the two military aspirants atthe Cross Shovels in the Mint, by our old acquaintance, BaptistKettleby. The Master of the Mint, with whom the Jacobite captain hadoften had transactions before, vouched for their being men of honour andloyalty; and Kneebone was so well satisfied with his representations, that he at once closed the matter by administering to the applicants theoath of allegiance and fidelity to King James the Third, and severalother oaths besides, all of which those gentlemen took with as littlehesitation as the sum of money, afterwards tendered, to make the compactbinding. The party, then, sat down to a bowl of punch; and, at itsconclusion, Captain Kneebone regretted that an engagement to spend theevening with Mrs. Wood, would preclude the possibility of his remainingwith his new friends as long as his inclinations prompted. At thispiece of information, the two subordinate officers were observed toexchange glances; and, after a little agreeable raillery on theircaptain's gallantry, they begged permission to accompany him in hisvisit. Kneebone, who had drained his glass to the restoration of thehouse of Stuart, and the downfall of the house of Hanover, morefrequently than was consistent with prudence, consented; and the trioset out for Wych Street, where they arrived in the jolliest humourpossible. 

CHAPTER IV. 

Mr. Kneebone and his Friends. 

Mrs. Wood was scarcely seated before Mr. Kneebone made his appearance. To her great surprise and mortification he was not alone; but broughtwith him a couple of friends, whom he begged to introduce as Mr. Jeremiah Jackson, and Mr. Solomon Smith, chapmen, (or what in modernvulgar parlance would be termed bagmen) travelling to procure orders forthe house of an eminent cloth manufacturer in Manchester. Neither themanners, the looks, nor the attire of these gentlemen prepossessed Mrs. Wood in their favour. Accordingly, on their presentation, Mr. JeremiahJackson and Mr. Solomon Smith received something very like a rebuff. Luckily, they were not easily discomposed. Two persons possessing a morecomfortable stock of assurance could not be readily found. Imitating theexample of Mr. Kneebone, who did not appear in the slightest degreedisconcerted by his cool reception, each sank carelessly into a chair, and made himself at home in a moment. Both had very singular faces; veryodd wigs, very much pulled over their brows; and very large cravats, very much raised above their chins. Besides this, each had a large blackpatch over his right eye, and a very queer twist at the left side of hismouth, so that if their object had been disguise, they could not haveadopted better precautions. Mrs. Wood thought them both remarkablyplain, but Mr. Smith decidedly the plainest of the two. His complexionwas as blue as a sailor's jacket, and though Mr. Jackson had one of theugliest countenances imaginable, he had a very fine set of teeth. Thatwas something in his favour. One peculiarity she did not fail to notice. They were both dressed in every respect alike. In fact, Mr. SolomonSmith seemed to be Mr. Jeremiah Jackson's double. He talked in the samestyle, and pretty nearly in the same language; laughed in the samemanner, and coughed, or sneezed at the same time. If Mr. Jackson took anaccurate survey of the room with his one eye, Mr. Smith's solitary orbfollowed in the same direction. When Jeremiah admired the Compasses inthe arms of the Carpenter's Company over the chimney-piece, or theportraits of the two eminent masters of the rule and plane, WilliamPortington, and John Scott, Esquires, on either side of it, Solomon waslost in wonder. When Mr. Jackson noticed a fine service of old bluechina in an open japan closet, Mr. Smith had never seen anything likeit. And finally, when Jeremiah, having bestowed upon Mrs. Wood a veryfree-and-easy sort of stare, winked at Mr. Kneebone, his impertinencewas copied to the letter by Solomon. All three, then, burst into animmoderate fit of laughter. Mrs. Wood's astonishment and displeasuremomentarily increased. Such freedoms from such people were not to beendured. Her patience was waning fast. Still, in spite of her glancesand gestures, Mr. Kneebone made no effort to check the unreasonablemerriment of his companions, but rather seemed to encourage it. So Mrs. Wood went on fuming, and the trio went on laughing for some minutes, nobody knew why or wherefore, until the party was increased by Mr. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. Without stopping to inquireinto the cause of their mirth, or even to ask the names of his guests, the worthy carpenter shook hands with the one-eyed chapmen, slapped Mr. Kneebone cordially on the shoulder, and began to laugh as heartily asany of them. 

Mrs. Wood could stand it no longer. 

"I think you're all bewitched, " she cried. 

"So we are, Ma'am, by your charms, " returned Mr. Jackson, gallantly. 

"Quite captivated, Ma'am, " added Mr. Smith, placing his hand on hisbreast. 

Mr. Kneebone and Mr. Wood laughed louder than ever. 

"Mr. Wood, " said the lady bridling up, "my request may, perhaps, havesome weight with _you_. I desire, Sir, you'll recollect yourself. Mr. Kneebone, " she added, with a glance at that gentleman, which was meantto speak daggers, "will do as he pleases. "

Here the chapmen set up another boisterous peal. 

"No offence, I hope, my dear Mrs. W, " said Mr. Kneebone in aconciliatory tone. "My friends, Mr. Jackson and Mr. Smith, may haverather odd ways with them; but--"

"They _have_ very odd ways, " interrupted Mrs. Wood, disdainfully. 

"Our worthy friend was going to observe, Ma'am, that we never fail inour devotion to the fair sex, " said Mr. Jackson. 

"Never, Ma'am!" echoed Mr. Smith, "upon my conscience. "

"My dear, " said the hospitable carpenter, "I dare say Mr. Kneebone andhis friends would be glad of a little refreshment. "

"They shall have it, then, " replied his better half, rising. "You baseingrate, " she added, in a whisper, as she flounced past Mr. Kneebone onher way to the door, "how could you bring such creatures with you, especially on an occasion like this, when we haven't met for afortnight!"

"Couldn't help it, my life, " returned the gentleman addressed, in thesame tone; "but you little know who those individuals are. "

"Lord bless us! you alarm me. Who are they?"

Mr. Kneebone assumed a mysterious air; and bringing his lips close toMrs. Wood's ear, whispered, "secret agents from France--youunderstand--friends to the cause--hem!"

"I see, --persons of rank!"

Mr. Kneebone nodded. 

"Noblemen. "

Mr. Kneebone smiled assent. 

"Mercy on us! Well, I thought their manners quite out o' the common. Andso, the invasion really is to take place after all; and the Chevalier deSaint George is to land at the Tower with fifty thousand Frenchmen; andthe Hanoverian usurper's to be beheaded; and Doctor Sacheverel's to bemade a bishop, and we're all to be--eh?"

"All in good time, " returned Kneebone, putting his finger to his lips;"don't let your imagination run away with you, my charmer. That boy, " headded, looking at Thames, "has his eye upon us. "

Mrs. Wood, however, was too much excited to attend to the caution. 

"O, lud!" she cried; "French noblemen in disguise! and so rude as I was!I shall never recover it!"

"A good supper will set all to rights, " insinuated Kneebone. "But beprudent, my angel. "

"Never fear, " replied the lady. "I'm prudence personified. You mighttrust me with the Chevalier himself, --I'd never betray him. But whydidn't you let me know they were coming. I'd have got something nice. Asit is, we've only a couple of ducks--and they were intended for you. Winny, my love, come with me. I shall want you. --Sorry to quit yourlord--worships, I mean, --I don't know what I mean, " she added, a littleconfused, and dropping a profound curtsey to the disguised noblemen, each of whom replied by a bow, worthy, in her opinion, of a prince ofthe blood at the least, --"but I've a few necessary orders to givebelow. "

"Don't mind us, Ma'am, " said Mr. Jackson: "ha! ha!"

"Not in the least, Ma'am, " echoed Mr. Smith: "ho! ho!"

"How condescending!" thought Mrs. Wood. "Not proud in the least, Ideclare. Well, I'd no idea, " she continued, pursuing her ruminations asshe left the room, "that people of quality laughed so. But it's Frenchmanners, I suppose. "

CHAPTER V. 

Hawk and Buzzard. 

Mrs. Wood's anxiety to please her distinguished guests speedilydisplayed itself in a very plentiful, if not very dainty repast. To theduckling, peas, and other delicacies, intended for Mr. Kneebone'sspecial consumption, she added a few impromptu dishes, tossed off in herbest style; such as lamb chops, broiled kidneys, fried ham and eggs, andtoasted cheese. Side by side with the cheese (its never-failingaccompaniment, in all seasons, at the carpenter's board) came a tankardof swig, and a toast. Besides these there was a warm gooseberry-tart, and a cold pigeon pie--the latter capacious enough, even allowing forits due complement of steak, to contain the whole produce of a dovecot;a couple of lobsters and the best part of a salmon swimming in a sea ofvinegar, and shaded by a forest of fennel. While the cloth was laid, thehost and Thames descended to the cellar, whence they returned, ladenwith a number of flasks of the same form, and apparently destined to thesame use as those depicted in Hogarth's delectable print--the ModernMidnight Conversation. 

Mrs. Wood now re-appeared with a very red face; and, followed byWinifred, took her seat at the table. Operations then commenced. Mr. Wood carved the ducks; Mr. Kneebone helped to the pigeon-pie; whileThames unwired and uncorked a bottle of stout Carnarvonshire ale. Thewoollen-draper was no despicable trencherman in a general way; but hisfeats with the knife and fork were child's sport compared with those ofMr. Smith. The leg and wing of a duck were disposed of by this gentlemanin a twinkling; a brace of pigeons and a pound of steak followed withequal celerity; and he had just begun to make a fierce assault upon theeggs and ham. His appetite was perfectly Gargantuan. Nor must it beimagined, that while he thus exercised his teeth, he neglected theflagon. On the contrary, his glass was never idle, and finding it notfilled quite so frequently as he desired, he applied himself, notwithstanding the expressive looks and muttered remonstrances of Mr. Jackson, to the swig. The latter gentleman did full justice to the goodthings before him; but he drank sparingly, and was visibly annoyed byhis companion's intemperance. As to Mr. Kneebone, what with flirtingwith Mrs. Wood, carving for his friends, and pledging the carpenter, hehad his hands full. At this juncture, and just as a cuckoo-clock in thecorner struck sis, Jack Sheppard walked into the room, with thepacking-case under his arm. 

"I was in the right, you see, father, " observed Thames, smiling; "Jack_has_ done his task. "

"So I perceive, " replied Wood. 

"Where am I to take it to?" asked Sheppard. 

"I told you that before, " rejoined Wood, testily. "You must take it toSir Rowland Trenchard's in Southampton Fields. And, mind, it's for hissister, Lady Trafford. "

"Very well, Sir, " replied Sheppard. 

"Wet your whistle before you start, Jack, " said Kneebone, pouring out aglass of ale. "What's that you're taking to Sir Rowland Trenchard's?"

"Only a box, Sir, " answered Sheppard, emptying the glass. 

"It's an odd-shaped one, " rejoined Kneebone, examining it attentively. "But I can guess what it's for. Sir Rowland is one of _us_, " he added, winking at his companions, "and so was his brother-in-law, Sir CecilTrafford. Old Lancashire families both. Strict Catholics, and loyal tothe backbone. Fine woman, Lady Trafford--a little on the wane though. "

"Ah! you're so very particular, " sighed Mrs. Wood. 

"Not in the least, " returned Kneebone, slyly, "not in the least. Anotherglass, Jack. "

"Thank'ee, Sir, " grinned Sheppard. 

"Off with it to the health of King James the Third, and confusion to hisenemies!"

"Hold!" interposed Wood; "that is treason. I'll have no such toast drunkat my table!"

"It's the king's birthday, " urged the woollen draper. 

"Not _my_ king's, " returned Wood. "I quarrel with no man's politicalopinions, but I will have my own respected!"

"Eh day!" exclaimed Mrs. Wood; "here's a pretty to-do about nothing. Marry, come up! I'll see who's to be obeyed. Drink the toast, Jack. "

"At your peril, sirrah!" cried Wood. 

"He was hanged that left his drink behind, you know, master, " rejoinedSheppard. "Here's King James the Third, and confusion to his enemies!"

"Very well, " said the carpenter, sitting down amid the laughter of thecompany. 

"Jack!" cried Thames, in a loud voice, "you deserve to be hanged for arebel as you are to your lawful king and your lawful master. But sincewe must have toasts, " he added, snatching up a glass, "listen to mine:Here's King George the First! a long reign to him! and confusion to thePopish Pretender and his adherents!"

"Bravely done!" said Wood, with tears in his eyes. 

"That's the kinchin as was to try the dub for us, ain't it?" mutteredSmith to his companion as he stole a glance at Jack Sheppard. 

"Silence!" returned Jackson, in a deep whisper; "and don't muddle yourbrains with any more of that Pharaoh. You'll need all your strength tograb him. "

"What's the matter?" remarked Kneebone, addressing Sheppard, who, as hecaught the single but piercing eye of Jackson fixed upon him, startedand trembled. 

"What's the matter?" repeated Mrs. Wood in a sharp tone. 

"Ay, what's the matter, boy!" reiterated Jackson sternly. "Did you neversee two gentlemen with only a couple of peepers between them before!"

"Never, I'll be sworn!" said Smith, taking the opportunity of fillinghis glass while his comrade's back was turned; "we're a nat'ralcur'osity. "

"Can I have a word with you, master?" said Sheppard, approaching Wood. 

"Not a syllable!" answered the carpenter, angrily. "Get about yourbusiness!"

"Thames!" cried Jack, beckoning to his friend. 

But Darrell averted his head. 

"Mistress!" said the apprentice, making a final appeal to Mrs. Wood. 

"Leave the room instantly, sirrah!" rejoined the lady, bouncing up, andgiving him a slap on the cheek that made his eyes flash fire. 

"May I be cursed, " muttered Sheppard, as he slunk away with (as thewoollen-draper pleasantly observed) 'a couple of boxes in charge, ' "ifever I try to be honest again!"

"Take a little toasted cheese with the swig, Mr. Smith, " observed Wood. "That's an incorrigible rascal, " he added, as Sheppard closed the door;"it's only to-day that I discovered--"

"What?" asked Jackson, pricking up his ears. 

"Don't speak ill of him behind his back, father, " interposed Thames. 

"If _I_ were your father, young gentleman, " returned Jackson, enraged atthe interruption, "I'd teach _you_ not to speak till you were spokento. "

Thames was about to reply, but a glance from Wood checked him. 

"The rebuke is just, " said the carpenter; "at the same time, I'm notsorry to find you're a friend to fair play, which, as you seem to know, is a jewel. Open that bottle with a blue seal, my dear. Gentlemen! aglass of brandy will be no bad finish to our meal. "

This proposal giving general satisfaction, the bottle circulatedswiftly; and Smith found the liquor so much to his taste, that he madeit pay double toll on its passage. 

"Your son is a lad of spirit, Mr. Wood, " observed Jackson, in aslightly-sarcastic tone. 

"He's not my son, " rejoined the carpenter. 

"How, Sir?"

"Except by adoption. Thames Darrell is--"

"My husband nicknames him Thames, " interrupted Mrs. Wood, "because hefound him in the river!--ha! ha!"

"Ha! ha!" echoed Smith, taking another bumper of brandy; "he'll set theThames on fire one of these days, I'll warrant him!"

"That's more than you'll ever do, you drunken fool!" growled Jackson, inan under tone: "be cautious, or you'll spoil all!"

"Suppose we send for a bowl of punch, " said Kneebone. 

"With all my heart!" replied Wood. And, turning to his daughter, he gavethe necessary directions in a low tone. 

Winifred, accordingly, left the room, and a servant being despatched tothe nearest tavern, soon afterwards returned with a crown bowl of theambrosian fluid. The tables were then cleared. Bottles and glassesusurped the place of dishes and plates. Pipes were lighted; and Mr. Kneebone began to dispense the fragrant fluid; begging Mrs. Wood, in awhisper, as he filled a rummer to the brim, not to forget the health ofthe Chevalier de Saint George--a proposition to which the ladyimmediately responded by drinking the toast aloud. 

"The Chevalier shall hear of this, " whispered the woollen-draper. 

"You don't say so!" replied Mrs. Wood, delighted at the idea. 

Mr. Kneebone assured her that he _did_ say so; and, as a further proofof his sincerity, squeezed her hand very warmly under the table. 

Mr. Smith, now, being more than half-seas over, became very uproarious, and, claiming the attention of the table, volunteered the following

 DRINKING SONG. 

 I. 

 Jolly nose! the bright rubies that garnish thy tip Are dug from the mines of canary; And to keep up their lustre I moisten my lip With hogsheads of claret and sherry. 

 II. 

 Jolly nose! he who sees thee across a broad glass Beholds thee in all thy perfection; And to the pale snout of a temperate ass Entertains the profoundest objection. 

 III. 

 For a big-bellied glass is the palette I use, And the choicest of wine is my colour; And I find that my nose takes the mellowest hues The fuller I fill it--the fuller!

 IV. 

 Jolly nose! there are fools who say drink hurts the sight; Such dullards know nothing about it. 'T is better, with wine, to extinguish the light, Than live always, in darkness, without it!

"How long may it be since that boy was found in the way Mrs. Woodmentions?" inquired Jackson, as soon as the clatter that succeeded Mr. Smith's melody had subsided. 

"Let me see, " replied Wood; "exactly twelve years ago last November. "

"Why, that must be about the time of the Great Storm, " rejoined Jackson. 

"Egad!" exclaimed Wood, "you've hit the right nail on the head, anyhow. It _was_ on the night of the Great Storm that I found him. "

"I should like to hear all particulars of the affair, " said Jackson, "ifit wouldn't be troubling you too much. "

Mr. Wood required little pressing. He took a sip of punch and commencedhis relation. Though meant to produce a totally different effect, thenarrative seemed to excite the risible propensities rather than thecommiseration of his auditor; and when Mr. Wood wound it up by adescription of the drenching he had undergone at the Mint pump, theother could hold out no longer, but, leaning back in his chair, gavefree scope to his merriment. 

"I beg your pardon, " he cried; "but really--ha! ha!--you must excuseme!--that is so uncommonly diverting--ha! ha! Do let me hear itagain?--ha! ha! ha!"

"Upon my word, " rejoined Wood, "you seem vastly entertained by mymisfortunes. "

"To be sure! Nothing entertains me so much. People always rejoice atthe misfortunes of others--never at their own! The droll dogs! how_they_ must have enjoyed it!--ha! ha!"

"I dare say they did. But _I_ found it no laughing matter, I can assureyou. And, though it's a long time ago, I feel as sore on the subject asever. "

"Quite natural! Never forgive an injury!--_I_ never do!--ha! ha!"

"Really, Mr. Jackson, I could almost fancy we had met before. Your laughreminds me of--of----"

"Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. 

"You'll not be offended, I hope, " returned Wood, drily, "if I say thatyour voice, your manner, and, above all, your very extraordinary way oflaughing, put me strangely in mind of one of the 'droll dogs, ' (as youterm them, ) who helped to perpetrate the outrage I've just described. "

"Whom do you mean?" demanded Jackson. 

"I allude to an individual, who has since acquired an infamous notorietyas a thief-taker; but who, in those days, was himself the associate ofthieves. "

"Well, Sir, his name?"

"Jonathan Wild. "

"'Sblood!" cried Jackson, rising, "I can't sit still and hear Mr. Wild, whom I believe to be as honest a gentleman as any in the kingdom, calumniated!"

"Fire and fury!" exclaimed Smith, getting up with the brandy-bottle inhis grasp; "no man shall abuse Mr. Wild in my presence! He's theright-hand of the community! We could do nothing without him!"

"_We!_" repeated Wood, significantly. 

"Every honest man, Sir! He helps us to our own again. "

"Humph!" ejaculated the carpenter. 

"Surely, " observed Thames, laughing, "to one who entertains so high anopinion of Jonathan Wild, as Mr. Jackson appears to do, it can't be veryoffensive to be told, that he's like him. "

"I don't object to the likeness, if any such exists, young Sir, "returned Jackson, darting an angry glance at Thames; "indeed I'm ratherflattered by being thought to resemble a gentleman of Mr. Wild's figure. But I can't submit to hear the well-earned reputation of my friendtermed an 'infamous notoriety. '"

"No, we can't stand that, " hiccupped Smith, scarcely able to keep hislegs. 

"Well, gentlemen, " rejoined Wood, mildly; "since Mr. Wild is a friend ofyours, I'm sorry for what I said. I've no doubt he's as honest as eitherof you. "

"Enough, " returned Jackson, extending his hand; "and if I've expressedmyself warmly, I'm sorry for it likewise. But you must allow me toobserve, my good Sir, that you're wholly in the wrong respecting myfriend. Mr. Wild never was the associate of thieves. "

"Never, " echoed Smith, emphatically, "upon my honour. "

"I'm satisfied with your assurance, " replied the carpenter, drily. 

"It's more than I am, " muttered Thames. 

"I was not aware that Jonathan Wild was an acquaintance of yours, Mr. Jackson, " said Kneebone, whose assiduity to Mrs. Wood had prevented himfrom paying much attention to the previous scene. 

"I've known him all my life, " replied the other. 

"The devil you have! Then, perhaps, you can tell me when he intends toput his threat into execution?"

"What threat?" asked Jackson. 

"Why, of hanging the fellow who acts as his jackal; one Blake, orBlueskin, I think he's called. "

"You've been misinformed, Sir, " interposed Smith. "Mr. Wild is incapableof such baseness. "

"Bah!" returned the woollen-draper. "I see you don't know him as well asyou pretend. Jonathan is capable of anything. He has hanged twelve ofhis associates already. The moment they cease to be serviceable, orbecome dangerous he lodges an information, and the matter's settled. Hehas always plenty of evidence in reserve. Blueskin is booked. As sure asyou're sitting there, Mr. Smith, he'll swing after next Old Baileysessions. I wouldn't be in his skin for a trifle!"

"But he may peach, " said Smith casting an oblique glance at Jackson. 

"It would avail him little if he did, " replied Kneebone. "Jonathan doeswhat he pleases in the courts. "

"Very true, " chuckled Jackson; "very true. "

"Blueskin's only chance would be to carry _his_ threat into effect, "pursued the woollen-draper. 

"Aha!" exclaimed Jackson. "_He_ threatens, does he?"

"More than that, " replied Kneebone; "I understand he drew a knife uponJonathan, in a quarrel between them lately. And since then, he hasopenly avowed his determination of cutting his master's throat on theslightest inkling of treachery. But, perhaps Mr. Smith will tell you I'mmisinformed, also, on that point. "

"On the contrary, " rejoined Smith, looking askance at his companion, "Ihappen to _know_ you're in the right. "

"Well, Sir, I'm obliged to you, " said Jackson; "I shall take care to putMr. Wild on his guard against an assassin. "

"And I shall put Blueskin on the alert against the designs of atraitor, " rejoined Smith, in a tone that sounded like a menace. 

"In my opinion, " remarked Kneebone, "it doesn't matter how soon societyis rid of two such scoundrels; and if Blueskin dies by the rope, andJonathan by the hand of violence, they'll meet the fate they merit. Wildwas formerly an agent to the Jacobite party, but, on the offer of abribe from the opposite faction, he unhesitatingly deserted and betrayedhis old employers. Of late, he has become the instrument of Walpole, anddoes all the dirty work for the Secret Committee. Several arrests ofimportance have been intrusted to him; but, forewarned, forearmed, wehave constantly baffled his schemes;--ha! ha! Jonathan's a devilishclever fellow. But he can't have his eyes always about him, or he'd havebeen with us this morning at the Mint, eh, Mr. Jackson!"

"So he would, " replied the latter: "so he would. "

"With all his cunning, he may meet with his match, " continued Kneebone, laughing. "I've set a trap for him. "

"Take care you don't fall into it yourself, " returned Jackson, with aslight sneer. 

"Were I in your place, " said Smith, "I should be apprehensive of Wild, because he's a declared enemy. "

"And were I in _yours_, " rejoined the woollen-draper, "I should bedoubly apprehensive, because he's a professed friend. But we'reneglecting the punch all this time. A bumper round, gentlemen. Successto our enterprise!"

"Success to our enterprise!" echoed the others, significantly. 

"May I ask whether you made any further inquiries into the mysteriousaffair about which we were speaking just now?" observed Jackson, turningto the carpenter. 

"I can't say I did, " replied Wood, somewhat reluctantly; "what with theconfusion incident to the storm, and the subsequent press of business, Iput it off till it was too late. I've often regretted that I didn'tinvestigate the matter. However, it doesn't much signify. All concernedin the dark transaction must have perished. "

"Are you sure of that, " inquired Jackson. 

"As sure as one reasonably can be. I saw their boat swept away, andheard the roar of the fall beneath the bridge; and no one, who waspresent, could doubt the result. If the principal instigator of thecrime, whom I afterwards encountered on the platform, and who was dashedinto the raging flood by the shower of bricks, escaped, his preservationmust have been indeed miraculous. "

"Your own was equally so, " said Jackson ironically. "What if he _did_escape?"

"My utmost efforts should be used to bring him to justice. "

"Hum!"

"Have you any reason to suppose he survived the accident?" inquiredThames eagerly. 

Jackson smiled and put on the air of a man who knows more than he caresto tell. 

"I merely asked the question, " he said, after he had enjoyed the boy'ssuspense for a moment. 

The hope that had been suddenly kindled in the youth's bosom was assuddenly extinguished. 

"If I thought he lived----" observed Wood. 

"_If_, " interrupted Jackson, changing his tone: "he _does_ live. And ithas been well for you that he imagines the child was drowned. "

"Who is he?" asked Thames impatiently. 

"You're inquisitive, young gentleman, " replied Jackson, coldly. "Whenyou're older, you'll know that secrets of importance are not disclosedgratuitously. Your adoptive father understands mankind better. "

"I'd give half I'm worth to hang the villain, and restore this boy tohis rights, " said Mr. Wood. 

"How do you know he _has_ any rights to be restored to?" returnedJackson, with a grin. "Judging from what you tell me, I've no doubt he'sthe illegitimate offspring of some handsome, but lowborn profligate; inwhich case, he'll neither have name, nor wealth for his inheritance. Theassassination, as you call it, was, obviously, the vengeance of akinsman of the injured lady, who no doubt was of good family, upon herseducer. The less said, therefore, on this point the better; because, asnothing is to be gained by it, it would only be trouble thrown away. But, if you have any particular fancy for hanging the gentleman, whochose to take the law into his own hands--and I think your motiveextremely disinterested and praiseworthy--why, it's just possible, ifyou make it worth my while, that your desires may be gratified. "

"I don't see how this is to be effected, unless you yourself werepresent at the time, " said Wood, glancing suspiciously at the speaker. 

"I had no hand in the affair, " replied Jackson, bluntly; "but I knowthose who had; and could bring forward evidence, if you require it. "

"The best evidence would be afforded by an accomplice of the assassin, "rejoined Thames, who was greatly offended by the insinuation as to hisparentage. 

"Perhaps you could point out such a party, Mr. Jackson?" said Wood, significantly. 

"I could, " replied Thames. 

"Then you need no further information from me, " rejoined Jackson, sternly. 

"Stay!" cried Wood, "this is a most perplexing business--if you reallyare privy to the affair----"

"We'll talk of it to-morrow, Sir, " returned Jackson, cutting him short. "In the mean time, with your permission, I'll just make a few minutes ofour conversation. "

"As many as you please, " replied Wood, walking towards thechimney-piece, and taking down a constable's, staff, which hung upon anail. 

Jackson, mean time, produced a pocket-book; and, after deliberatelysharpening the point of a pencil, began to write on a blank leaf. Whilehe was thus occupied, Thames, prompted by an unaccountable feeling ofcuriosity, took up the penknife which the other had just used, andexamined the haft. What he there noticed occasioned a marked change inhis demeanour. He laid down the knife, and fixed a searching anddistrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task, unconscious ofanything having happened. 

"There, " cried Jackson, closing the book and rising, "that'll do. To-morrow at twelve I'll be with you, Mr. Wood. Make up your mind as tothe terms, and I'll engage to find the man. "

"Hold!" exclaimed the carpenter, in an authoritative voice: "we can'tpart thus. Thames, look the door. " (An order which was promptly obeyed. )"Now, Sir, I must insist upon a full explanation of your mysterioushints, or, as I am headborough of the district, I shall at once take youinto custody. "

Jackson treated this menace with a loud laugh of derision. 

"What ho!" he cried slapping Smith, who had fallen asleep with thebrandy-bottle in his grasp, upon the shoulder. "It is time!"

"For what?" grumbled the latter, rubbing his eyes. 

"For the caption!" replied Jackson, coolly drawing a brace of pistolsfrom his pockets. 

"Ready!" answered Smith, shaking himself, and producing a similar pairof weapons. 

"In Heaven's name! what's all this?" cried Wood. 

"Be still, and you'll receive no injury, " returned Jackson. "We'remerely about to discharge our duty by apprehending a rebel. CaptainKneebone! we must trouble you to accompany us. "

"I've no intention of stirring, " replied the woollen-draper, who wasthus unceremoniously disturbed: "and I beg you'll sit down, Mr. Jackson. "

"Come, Sir!" thundered the latter, "no trifling! Perhaps, " he added, opening a warrant, "you'll obey this mandate?"

"A warrant!" ejaculated Kneebone, starting to his feet. 

"Ay, Sir, from the Secretary of State, for _your_ arrest! You're chargedwith high-treason. "

"By those who've conspired with me?"

"No! by those who've entrapped you! You've long eluded our vigilance;but we've caught you at last!"

"Damnation!" exclaimed the woollen-draper; "that I should be the dupe ofsuch a miserable artifice!"

"It's no use lamenting now, Captain! You ought rather to be obliged tous for allowing you to pay this visit. We could have secured you whenyou left the Mint. But we wished to ascertain whether Mrs. Wood's charmsequalled your description. "

"Wretches!" screamed the lady; "don't dare to breathe your vileinsinuations against me! Oh! Mr. Kneebone, are these your Frenchnoblemen?"

"Don't upbraid me!" rejoined the woollen-draper. 

"Bring him along, Joe!" said Jackson, in a whisper to his comrade. 

Smith obeyed. But he had scarcely advanced a step, when he was felledto the ground by a blow from the powerful arm of Kneebone, who, instantly possessing himself of a pistol, levelled it at Jackson's head. 

"Begone! or I fire!" he cried. 

"Mr. Wood, " returned Jackson, with the utmost composure; "you're aheadborough, and a loyal subject of King George. I call upon you toassist me in the apprehension of this person. You'll be answerable forhis escape. "

"Mr. Wood, I command you not to stir, " vociferated the carpenter'sbetter-half; "recollect you'll be answerable to me. "

"I declare I don't know what to do, " said Wood, burned by conflictingemotions. "Mr. Kneebone! you would greatly oblige me by surrenderingyourself. "

"Never!" replied the woollen-draper; "and if that treacherous rascal, byyour side, doesn't make himself scarce quickly, I'll send a bulletthrough his brain. "

"My death will lie at your door, " remarked Jackson to the carpenter. 

"Show me your warrant!" said Wood, almost driven to his wit's-end;"perhaps it isn't regular?"

"Ask him who he is?" suggested Thames. 

"A good idea!" exclaimed the carpenter. "May I beg to know whom I've thepleasure of adressing? Jackson, I conclude, is merely an assumed name. "

"What does it signify?" returned the latter, angrily. 

"A great deal!" replied Thames. "If you won't disclose your name, I willfor you! You are Jonathan Wild!"

"Further concealment is needless, " answered the other, pulling off hiswig and black patch, and resuming his natural tone of voice; "I _am_Jonathan Wild!"

"Say you so!" rejoined Kneebone; "then be this your passport toeternity. "

Upon which he drew the trigger of the pistol, which, luckily for theindividual against whom it was aimed, flashed in the pan. 

"I might now send you on a similar journey!" replied Jonathan, with abitter smile, and preserving the unmoved demeanour he had maintainedthroughout; "but I prefer conveying you, in the first instance, toNewgate. The Jacobite daws want a scarecrow. "

So saying, he sprang, with a bound like that of a tiger-cat, against thethroat of the woollen-draper. And so sudden and well-directed was theassault, that he completely overthrew his gigantic antagonist. 

"Lend a hand with the ruffles, Blueskin!" he shouted, as that personage, who had just recovered from the stunning effects of the blow, contrivedto pick himself up. "Look quick, d--n you, or we shall never masterhim!"

"Murder!" shrieked Mrs. Wood, at the top of her voice. 

"Here's a pistol!" cried Thames, darting towards the undischarged weapondropped by Blueskin in the scuffle, and pointing it at Jonathan. "ShallI shoot him?"

"Yes! yes! put it to his ear!" cried Mrs. Wood; "that's the surest way!"

"No! no! give it me!" vociferated Wood, snatching the pistol, andrushing to the door, against which he placed his back. 

"I'll soon settle this business. Jonathan Wild!" he added, in a loudvoice, "I command you to release your prisoner. "

"So I will, " replied Jonathan, who, with Blueskin's aid, had succeededin slipping a pair of handcuffs over the woollen-draper's wrists, "whenI've Mr. Walpole's order to that effect--but not before. "

"You'll take the consequences, then?"

"Willingly. "

"In that case I arrest you, and your confederate, Joseph Blake, aliasBlueskin, on a charge of felony, " returned Wood, brandishing his staff;"resist my authority, if you dare. "

"A clever device, " replied Jonathan; "but it won't serve your turn. Letus pass, Sir. Strike the gag, Blueskin. "

"You shall not stir a footstep. Open the window, Thames, and call forassistance. "

"Stop!" cried Jonathan, who did not care to push matters too far, "letme have a word with you, Mr. Wood. "

"I'll have no explanations whatever, " replied the carpenter, disdainfully, "except before a magistrate. "

"At least state your charge. It is a serious accusation. "

"It _is_, " answered Wood. "Do you recollect this key? Do you recollectto whom you gave it, and for what purpose? or shall I refresh yourmemory?"

Wild appeared confounded. 

"Release your prisoner, " continued Wood, "or the window is opened. "

"Mr. Wood, " said Jonathan, advancing towards him, and speaking in a lowtone, "the secret of your adopted son's birth is known to me. The nameof his father's murderer is also known to me. I can help you toboth, --nay, I _will_ help you to both, if you do not interfere with myplans. The arrest of this person is of consequence to me. Do not opposeit, and I will serve you. Thwart me, and I become your mortal enemy. Ihave but to give a hint of that boy's existence in the proper quarter, and his life will not be worth a day's purchase. "

"Don't listen to him, father, " cried Thames, unconscious of what waspassing; "there are plenty of people outside. "

"Make your choice, " said Jonathan. 

"If you don't decide quickly, I'll scream, " cried Mrs. Wood, popping herhead through the window. 

"Set your prisoner free!" returned Wood. 

"Take off the ruffles, Blueskin, " rejoined Wild. "You know my fixeddetermination, " he added in a low tone, as he passed the carpenter. "Before to-morrow night that boy shall join his father. "

So saying, he unlocked the door and strode out of the room. 

"Here are some letters, which will let you see what a snake you'vecherished in your bosom, you uxorious old dotard, " said Blueskin, tossing a packet of papers to Wood, as he followed his leader. 

"'Odd's-my-life! what's this?" exclaimed the carpenter, looking at thesuperscription of one of them. "Why, this is your writing Dolly, andaddressed to Mr. Kneebone. "

"My writing! no such thing!" ejaculated the lady, casting a look ofalarm at the woollen-draper. 

"Confusion! the rascal must have picked my pocket of your letters, "whispered Kneebone, "What's to be done?"

"What's to be done! Why, I'm undone! How imprudent in you not to burnthem. But men _are_ so careless, there's no trusting anything to them!However, I must try to brazen it out. --Give me the letters, my love, "she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wickedforgeries. "

"Excuse me, Madam, " replied the carpenter, turning his back upon her, and sinking into a chair: "Thames, my love, bring me my spectacles. Myheart misgives me. Fool that I was to marry for beauty! I ought to haveremembered that a fair woman and a slashed gown always find some nail inthe way. "

CHAPTER VI. 

The first Step towards the Ladder. 

If there is one thing on earth, more lovely than another, it is a fairgirl of the tender age of Winifred Wood! Her beauty awakens no feelingbeyond that of admiration. The charm of innocence breathes around her, as fragrance is diffused by the flower, sanctifying her lightest thoughtand action, and shielding her, like a spell, from the approach of evil. Beautiful is the girl of twelve, --who is neither child nor woman, butsomething between both, something more exquisite than either!

Such was the fairy creature presented to Thames Darrell, under thefollowing circumstances. 

Glad to escape from the scene of recrimination that ensued between hisadopted parents, Thames seized the earliest opportunity of retiring, andtook his way to a small chamber in the upper part of the house, where heand Jack were accustomed to spend most of their leisure in theamusements, or pursuits, proper to their years. He found the door ajar, and, to his surprise, perceived little Winifred seated at a table, busily engaged in tracing some design upon a sheet of paper. She did nothear his approach, but continued her occupation without raising herhead. 

It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as shepursued her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the mostfavourable that might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlikefigure, there was something in her attitude, and the glow of hercountenance, lighted up by the mellow radiance of the setting sunfalling upon her through the panes of the little dormer-window, thatseemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful. Winifred's features wouldhave been pretty, for they were regular and delicately formed, if theyhad not been slightly marked by the small-pox;--a disorder, thatsometimes spares more than it destroys, and imparts an expression to besought for in vain in the smoothest complexion. We have seen pittedcheeks, which we would not exchange for dimples and a satin skin. Winifred's face had a thoroughly amiable look. Her mouth was worthy ofher face; with small, pearly-white teeth; lips glossy, rosy, andpouting; and the sweetest smile imaginable, playing constantly aboutthem. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, andfringed by long silken lashes. Her hair was of the darkest brown, andfinest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. She wasdressed in a little white frock, with a very long body, and very shortsleeves, which looked (from a certain fullness about the hips, ) as if itwas intended to be worn with a hoop. Her slender throat was encircled bya black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top ofher head rested a diminutive lace cap. 

The room in which she sat was a portion of the garret, assigned, as wehave just stated, by Mr. Wood as a play-room to the two boys; and, likemost boy's playrooms, it exhibited a total absence of order, orneatness. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or againcast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazytable bore the marks of many a conflict. The characters of the youthfuloccupants of the room might be detected in every article it contained. Darell's peculiar bent of mind was exemplified in a rusty broadsword, atall grenadier's cap, a musket without lock or ramrod, a belt andcartouch-box, with other matters evincing a decided military taste. Among his books, Plutarch's Lives, and the Histories of GreatCommanders, appeared to have been frequently consulted; but the dust hadgathered thickly upon the Carpenter's Manual, and a Treatise onTrigonometry and Geometry. Beneath the shelf, containing these books, hung the fine old ballad of '_St. George for England_' and a loyalditty, then much in vogue, called '_True Protestant Gratitude, or, Britain's Thanksgiving for the First of August, Being the Day of HisMajesty's Happy Accession to the Throne_. ' Jack Sheppard's libraryconsisted of a few ragged and well-thumbed volumes abstracted from thetremendous chronicles bequeathed to the world by those Froissarts andHolinsheds of crime--the Ordinaries of Newgate. His vocal collectioncomprised a couple of flash songs pasted against the wall, entitled'_The Thief-Catcher's Prophecy_, ' and the '_Life and Death of theDarkman's Budge_;' while his extraordinary mechanical skill wasdisplayed in what he termed (Jack had a supreme contempt fororthography, ) a '_Moddle of his Ma^{s}. Jale off Newgate_;' anothermodel of the pillory at Fleet Bridge; and a third of the permanentgibbet at Tyburn. The latter specimen, of his workmanship was adornedwith a little scarecrow figure, intended to represent a housebreakingchimney-sweeper of the time, described in Sheppard's own hand-writing, as '_Jack Hall a-hanging_. ' We must not omit to mention that a familygroup from the pencil of little Winifred, representing Mr. And Mrs. Wood in very characteristic attitudes, occupied a prominent place on thewalls. 

For a few moments, Thames regarded the little girl through thehalf-opened door in silence. On a sudden, a change came over hercountenance, which, up to this moment, had worn a smiling and satisfiedexpression. Throwing down the pencil, she snatched up a piece ofIndia-rubber, and exclaiming, --"It isn't at all like him! it isn't halfhandsome enough!" was about to efface the sketch, when Thames dartedinto the room. 

"Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of thedrawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between herfingers. 

"I can't tell you!" she replied, blushing deeply, and clinching herlittle hand as tightly as possible; "it's a secret!"

"I'll soon find it out, then, " he returned, playfully forcing the paperfrom her grasp. 

"Don't look at it, I entreat, " she cried. 

But her request was unheeded. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed outits creases, and beheld a portrait of himself. 

"I've a good mind not to speak to you again, Sir!" cried Winifred, withdifficulty repressing a tear of vexation; "you've acted unfairly. "

"I feel I have, dear Winny!" replied Thames, abashed at his ownrudeness; "my conduct is inexcusable. "

"I'll excuse it nevertheless, " returned the little damsel, affectionately extending her hand to him. 

"Why were you afraid to show me this picture, Winny?" asked the youth. 

"Because it's not like you, " was her answer. 

"Well, like or not, I'm greatly pleased with it, and must beg it fromyou as a memorial----"

"Of what?" she interrupted, startled by his change of manner. 

"Of yourself, " he replied, in a mournful tone. "I shall value it highly, and will promise never to part with it. Winny, this is the last night Ishall pass beneath your father's roof. "

"Have you told him so?" she inquired, reproachfully. "No; but I shall, before he retires to rest. "

"Then you _will_ stay!" she cried, clapping her hands joyfully, "for I'msure he won't part with you. Oh! thank you--thank you! I'm so happy!"

"Stop, Winny!" he answered, gravely; "I haven't promised yet. "

"But you will, --won't you?" she rejoined, looking him coaxingly in theface. 

Unable to withstand this appeal, Thames gave the required promise, adding, --"Oh! Winny, I wish Mr. Wood had been my father, as well asyours. "

"So do I!" she cried; "for then you would have been _really_ my brother. No, I don't, either; because----"

"Well, Winny?"

"I don't know what I was going to say, " she added, in some confusion;"only I'm sorry you were born a gentleman. "

"Perhaps, I wasn't, " returned Thames, gloomily, as the remembrance ofJonathan Wild's foul insinuation crossed him. "But never mind who, orwhat I am. Give me this picture. I'll keep it for your sake. "

"I'll give you something better worth keeping, " she answered, detachingthe ornament from her neck, and presenting it to him; "this contains alock of my hair, and may remind you sometimes of your little sister. Asto the picture, I'll keep it myself, though, if you _do_ go I shall needno memorial of _you_. I'd a good many things to say to you, besides--butyou've put them all out of my head. "

With this, she burst into tears, and sank with her face upon hisshoulder. Thames did not try to cheer her. His own heart was too full ofmelancholy foreboding. He felt that he might soon be separated--perhaps, for ever--from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he hadalways regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought ofhow much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. 

From this sorrowful state he was aroused by a loud derisive whistle, followed by a still louder laugh; and, looking up, he beheld theimpudent countenance of Jack Sheppard immediately before him. 

"Aha!" exclaimed Jack, with a roguish wink, "I've caught you, --have I?"

 The carpenter's daughter was fair and free-- Fair, and fickle, and false, was she! She slighted the journeyman, (meaning _me!_) And smiled on a gallant of high degree. Degree! degree! She smiled on a gallant of high degree. Ha! ha! ha!"

"Jack!" exclaimed Thames, angrily. 

But Sheppard was not to be silenced. He went on with his song, accompanying it with the most ridiculous grimaces:

 "When years were gone by, she began to rue Her love for the gentleman, (meaning _you!_) 'I slighted the journeyman fond, ' quoth she, 'But where is my gallant of high degree? Where! where! Oh! where is my gallant of high degree?' Ho! ho! ho!"

"What are you doing here!" demanded Thames. 

"Oh! nothing at all, " answered Jack, sneeringly, "though this room's asmuch mine as yours, for that matter. 'But I don't desire to spoilsport, --not I. And, if you'll give me such a smack of your sweet lips, Miss, as you've just given Thames, I'll take myself off in less than notime. "

The answer to this request was a "smack" of a very differentdescription, bestowed upon Sheppard's outstretched face by the littledamsel, as she ran out of the room. 

"'Odd's! bodikins!" cried Jack, rubbing his cheek, "I'm in luck to-day. However, I'd rather have a blow from the daughter than the mother. Iknow who hits hardest. I tell you what, Thames, " he added, flinginghimself carelessly into a chair, "I'd give my right hand, --and that'sno light offer for a carpenter's 'prentice, --if that little minx werehalf as fond of me as she is of you. "

"That's not likely to be the case, if you go on in this way, " repliedThames, sharply. 

"Why, what the devil would you have had me do!--make myself scarce, eh?You should have tipped me the wink. "

"No more of this, " rejoined Thames, "or we shall quarrel. "

"Who cares if we do?" retorted Sheppard, with a look of defiance. 

"Jack, " said the other, sternly; "don't provoke me further, or I'll giveyou a thrashing. "

"Two can play at that game, my blood, " replied Sheppard, rising, andputting himself into a posture of defence. 

"Take care of yourself, then, " rejoined Thames, doubling his fists, andadvancing towards him: "though my right arm's stiff, I can use it, asyou'll find. "

Sheppard was no match for his opponent, for, though he possessed morescience, he was deficient in weight and strength; and, after a shortround, in which he had decidedly the worst of it, a well-directed hit onthe _nob_ stretched him at full length on the floor. 

"That'll teach you to keep a civil tongue in your head for the future, "observed Thames, as he helped Jack to his feet. 

"I didn't mean to give offence, " replied Sheppard, sulkily. "But, let metell you, it's not a pleasant sight to see the girl one likes in thearms of another. "

"You want another drubbing, I perceive, " said Thames, frowning. 

"No, I don't. Enough's as good as a feast of the dainties you provide. I'll think no more about her. Save us!" he cried, as his glanceaccidentally alighted on the drawing, which Winifred had dropped in heragitation. "Is this _her_ work?"

"It is, " answered Thames. "Do you see any likeness?"

"Don't I, " returned Jack, bitterly. "Strange!" he continued, as iftalking to himself. "How very like it is!"

"Not so strange, surely, " laughed Thames, "that a picture shouldresemble the person for whom it's intended. "

"Ay, but it _is_ strange how much it resembles somebody for whom it's_not_ intended. It's exactly like a miniature I have in my pocket. "

"A miniature! Of whom?"

"That I can't say, " replied Jack, mysteriously. "But, I half suspect, ofyour father. "

"My father!" exclaimed Thames, in the utmost astonishment; "let me seeit!"

"Here it is, " returned Jack, producing a small picture in a case setwith brilliants. 

Thames took it, and beheld the portrait of a young man, apparently--judging from his attire--of high rank, whose proud andpatrician features certainly presented a very striking resemblance tohis own. 

"You're right Jack, " he said, after a pause, during which hecontemplated the picture with the most fixed attention: "this must havebeen my father!"

"No doubt of it, " answered Sheppard; "only compare it with Winny'sdrawing, and you'll find they're as like as two peas in a pod. "

"Where did you get it?" inquired Thames. 

"From Lady Trafford's, where I took the box. "

"Surely, you haven't stolen it?"

"Stolen's an awkward word. But, as you perceive, I brought it away withme. "

"It must be restored instantly, --be the consequences what they may. "

"You're not going to betray me!" cried Jack, in alarm. 

"I am not, " replied Thames; "but I insist upon your taking it back atonce. "

"Take it back yourself, " retorted Jack, sullenly. "I shall do no suchthing. "

"Very well, " replied Thames, about to depart. 

"Stop!" exclaimed Jack, planting himself before the door; "do you wantto get me sent across the water?"

"I want to save you from disgrace and ruin, " returned Thames. 

"Bah!" cried Jack, contemptuously; "nobody's disgraced and ruinedunless he's found out. I'm safe enough if you hold your tongue. Give methat picture, or I'll make you!"

"Hear me, " said Thames, calmly; "you well know you're no match for me. "

"Not at fisticuffs, perhaps, " interrupted Jack, fiercely; "but I've myknife. "

"You daren't use it. "

"Try to leave the room, and see whether I daren't, " returned Jack, opening the blade. 

"I didn't expect this from you, " rejoined Thames, resolutely. "But yourthreats won't prevent my leaving the room when I please, and as Iplease. Now, will you stand aside?"

"I won't, " answered Jack, obstinately. 

Thames said not another word, but marched boldly towards him, and seizedhim by the collar. 

"Leave go!" cried Jack, struggling violently, and raising his hand, "orI'll maul you for life. "

But Thames was not to be deterred from his purpose; and the strife mighthave terminated seriously, if a peace-maker had not appeared in theshape of little Winifred, who, alarmed by the noise, rushed suddenlyinto the room. 

"Ah!" she screamed, seeing the uplifted weapon in Sheppard's hand, "don't hurt Thames--don't, dear Jack! If you want to kill somebody, killme, not him. "

And she flung herself between them. 

Jack dropped the knife, and walked sullenly aside. 

"What has caused this quarrel, Thames?" asked the little girl, anxiously. 

"You, " answered Jack, abruptly. 

"No such thing, " rejoined Thames. "I'll tell you all about it presently. But you must leave us now, dear Winny, Jack and I have something tosettle between ourselves. Don't be afraid. Our quarrel's quite over. "

"Are you sure of that?" returned Winifred, looking uneasily at Jack. 

"Ay, ay, " rejoined Sheppard; "he may do what he pleases, --hang me, ifhe thinks proper, --if _you_ wish it. "

With this assurance, and at the reiterated request of Thames, the littlegirl reluctantly withdrew. 

"Come, come, Jack, " said Thames, walking up to Sheppard, and taking hishand, "have done with this. I tell you once more, I'll say and donothing to get you into trouble. Best assured of that. But I'm resolvedto see Lady Trafford. Perhaps, she may tell me whose picture this is. "

"So she may, " returned Jack, brightening up; "it's a good idea. I'll gowith you. But you must see her alone; and that'll be no easy matter tomanage, for she's a great invalid, and has generally somebody with her. Above all, beware of Sir Rowland Trenchard. He's as savage andsuspicious as the devil himself. I should never have noticed theminiature at all, if it hadn't been for him. He was standing by, ratingher ladyship, --who can scarcely stir from the sofa, --while I was packingup her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a smallcasket from him. His back was no sooner turned, than she slipped thiscasket into the box. The next minute, I contrived, without either of 'emperceiving me, to convey it into my own pocket. I was sorry for what Idid afterwards; for, I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her paleface, and black eyes, she reminded me of my mother. "

"That, alone, ought to have prevented you from acting as you did, Jack, "returned Thames, gravely. 

"I should never have acted as I did, " rejoined Sheppard, bitterly; "ifMrs. Wood hadn't struck me. That blow made me a thief. And, if ever I'mbrought to the gallows, I shall lay my death at her door. "

"Well, think no more about it, " returned Thames. "Do better in future. "

"I will, when I've had my revenge, " muttered Jack. "But, take my advice, and keep out of Sir Rowland's way, or you'll get the poor lady intotrouble as well as me. "

"Never fear, " replied Thames, taking up his hat. "Come, let's be off. "

The two boys, then, emerged upon the landing, and were about to descendthe stairs, when the voices of Mr. And Mrs. Wood resounded from below. The storm appeared to have blown over, for they were conversing in avery amicable manner with Mr. Kneebone, who was on the point ofdeparting. 

"Quite sorry, my good friend, there should have been anymisunderstanding between us, " observed the woollen-draper. 

"Don't mention it, " returned Wood, in the conciliatory tone of one whoadmits he has been in the wrong; "your explanation is perfectlysatisfactory. "

"We shall expect you to-morrow, " insinuated Mrs. Wood; "and pray, don'tbring anybody with you, --especially Jonathan Wild. "

"No fear of that, " laughed Kneebone. --"Oh! about that boy, ThamesDarrell. His safety must be looked to. Jonathan's threats are not to besneezed at. The rascal will be at work before the morning. Keep your eyeupon the lad. And mind he doesn't stir out of your sight, on anypretence whatever, till I call. "

"You hear that, " whispered Jack. 

"I do, " replied Thames, in the same tone; "we haven't a moment to lose. "

"Take care of yourself, " said Mr. Wood, "and I'll take care of Thames. It's never a bad day that has a good ending. Good night! God bless you!"

Upon this, there was a great shaking of hands, with renewed apologiesand protestations of friendship on both sides; after which Mr. Kneebonetook his leave. 

"And so, you really suspected me?" murmured Mrs. Wood, reproachfully, asthey returned to the parlour. "Oh! you men! you men! Once get a thinginto your head, and nothing will beat it out. "

"Why, my love, " rejoined her husband, "appearances, you must allow, werea little against you. But since you assure me _you_ didn't write theletters, and Mr. Kneebone assures me _he_ didn't receive them, I can'tdo otherwise than believe you. And I've made up my mind that a husbandought to believe only half that he hears, and nothing that he sees. "

"An excellent maxim!" replied his wife, approvingly; "the best I everheard you utter. "

"I must now go and look after Thames, " observed the carpenter. 

"Oh! never mind him: he'll take no harm! Come with me into the parlour. I can't spare you at present. Heigho!"

"Now for it!" cried Jack, as the couple entered the room: "the coast'sclear. "

Thames was about to follow, when he felt a gentle grasp upon his arm. Heturned, and beheld Winifred. 

"Where are you going?" she asked. 

"I shall be back presently, " replied Thames, evasively. 

"Don't go, I beg of you!" she implored. "You're in danger. I overheardwhat Mr. Kneebone said, just now. "

"Death and the devil! what a cursed interruption!" cried Jack, impatiently. "If you loiter in this way, old Wood will catch us. "

"If you stir, I'll call him!" rejoined Winifred. "It's you, Jack, whoare persuading my brother to do wrong. Thames, " she urged, "the errand, on which you're going, can't be for any good, or you wouldn't be afraidof mentioning it to my father. "

"He's coming!" cried Jack, stamping his foot, with vexation. "Anothermoment, and it'll be too late. "

"Winny, I _must_ go!" said Thames, breaking from her. 

"Stay, dear Thames!--stay!" cried the little girl. "He hears me not!he's gone!" she added, as the door was opened and shut with violence;"something tells me I shall never see him again!"

When her father, a moment afterwards, issued from the parlour toascertain the cause of the noise, he found her seated on the stairs, inan agony of grief. 

"Where's Thames?" he hastily inquired. 

Winifred pointed to the door. She could not speak. 

"And Jack?"

"Gone too, " sobbed his daughter. 

Mr. Wood uttered something like an imprecation. 

"God forgive me for using such a word!" he cried, in a troubled tone;"if I hadn't yielded to my wife's silly request, this wouldn't havehappened!"

CHAPTER VII. 

Brother and Sister. 

On the same evening, in a stately chamber of a noble old mansion ofElizabeth's time, situated in Southampton Fields, two persons wereseated. One of these, a lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attiredin deep mourning, reclined upon a sort of couch, or easy chair, set onwheels, with her head supported by cushions, and her feet resting upon avelvet footstool. A crutch, with a silver handle, stood by her side, proving the state of extreme debility to which she was reduced. It wasno easy matter to determine her age, for, though she still retained acertain youthfulness of appearance, she had many marks in hercountenance, usually indicating the decline of life, but which in hercase were, no doubt, the result of constant and severe indisposition. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slighthectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes werelarge and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frameemaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. When younger, andin better health, she must have been eminently lovely; and there werestill the remains of great beauty about her. The expression, however, which would chiefly have interested a beholder, was that of settled andprofound melancholy. 

Her companion was a person of no inferior condition. Indeed it wasapparent, from the likeness between them, that they were nearly related. He had the same dark eyes, though lighted by a fierce flame; the samesallow complexion; the same tall, thin figure, and majestic demeanour;the same proud cast of features. But here the resemblance stopped. Theexpression was wholly different. He looked melancholy enough, it istrue. But his gloom appeared to be occasioned by remorse, rather thansorrow. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, orthe bonnet of an inquisitor. He seemed inexorable, and inscrutable asfate itself. 

"Well, Lady Trafford, " he said, fixing a severe look upon her. "Youdepart for Lancashire to-morrow. Have I your final answer?"

"You have, Sir Rowland, " she answered, in a feeble tone, but firmly. "You shall have the sum you require, but----"

"But what, Madam!"

"Do not misunderstand me, " she proceeded. "I give it to King James--notso you: for the furtherance of a great and holy cause, not for theprosecution of wild and unprofitable schemes. "

Sir Rowland bit his lips to repress the answer that rose to them. 

"And the will?" he said, with forced calmness. "Do you still refuse tomake one!"

"I _have_ made one, " replied Lady Trafford. 

"How?" cried her brother, starting. 

"Rowland, " she rejoined, "you strive in vain to terrify me intocompliance with your wishes. Nothing shall induce me to act contrary tothe dictates of my conscience. My will is executed, and placed in safecustody. "

"In whose favour is it made?" he inquired, sternly. 

"In favour of my son. "

"You have no son, " rejoined Sir Rowland, moodily. 

"I _had_ one, " answered his sister, in a mournful voice; "and, perhaps, I have one still. "

"If I thought so--" cried the knight fiercely; "but this is idle, " headded, suddenly checking himself. "Aliva, your child perished with itsfather. "

"And by whom were they both destroyed?" demanded his sister, raisingherself by a painful effort, and regarding him with a searching glance. 

"By the avenger of his family's dishonour--by your brother, " he replied, coolly. 

"Brother, " cried Lady Trafford, her eye blazing with unnatural light, and her cheek suffused with a crimson stain: "Brother, " she cried, lifting her thin fingers towards Heaven, "as God shall judge me, I waswedded to that murdered man!"

"A lie!" ejaculated Sir Rowland, furiously; "a black, and damning lie!"

"It is the truth, " replied his sister, falling backwards upon the couch. "I will swear it upon the cross!"

"His name, then?" demanded the knight. "Tell me that, and I will believeyou. "

"Not now--not now!" she returned, with a shudder. "When I am dead youwill learn it. Do not disquiet yourself. You will not have to wait longfor the information. Rowland, " she added, in an altered tone, "I amcertain I shall not live many days. And if you treat me in this way, youwill have my death to answer for, as well as the deaths of my husbandand child. Let us part in peace. We shall take an eternal farewell ofeach other. "

"Be it so!" rejoined Sir Rowland, with concentrated fury; "but before we_do_ part, I am resolved to know the name of your pretended husband!"

"Torture shall not wrest it from me, " answered his sister, firmly. 

"What motive have you for concealment?" he demanded. 

"A vow, " she answered, --"a vow to my dead husband. "

Sir Rowland looked at her for a moment, as if he meditated some terriblereply. He then arose, and, taking a few turns in the chamber, stoppedsuddenly before her. 

"What has put it into your head that your son yet lives?" he asked. 

"I have dreamed that I shall see him before I die, " she rejoined. 

"Dreamed!" echoed the knight, with a ghastly smile. "Is that all? Thenlearn from me that your hopes are visionary as their foundation. Unlesshe can arise from the bottom of the Thames, where he and his abhorredfather lie buried, you will never behold him again in this world. "

"Heaven have compassion on you, Rowland!" murmured his sister, crossingher hands and looking upwards; "you have none on me. "

"I _will_ have none till I have forced the villain's name from you!" hecried, stamping the floor with rage. 

"Rowland, your violence is killing me, " she returned, in a plaintivetone. 

"His name, I say!--his name!" thundered the knight. 

And he unsheathed his sword. 

Lady Trafford uttered a prolonged scream, and fainted. When she came toherself, she found that her brother had quitted the room, leaving her tothe care of a female attendant. Her first orders were to summon the restof her servants to make immediate preparations for her departure forLancashire. 

"To-night, your ladyship?" ventured an elderly domestic. 

"Instantly, Hobson, " returned Lady Trafford; "as soon as the carriagecan be brought round. "

"It shall be at the door in ten minutes. Has your ladyship any furthercommands?"

"None whatever. Yet, stay! There is one thing I wish you to do. Takethat box, and put it into the carriage yourself. Where is Sir Rowland?"

"In the library, your ladyship. He has given orders that no one is todisturb him. But there's a person in the hall--a very odd sort ofman--waiting to see him, who won't be sent away. "

"Very well. Lose not a moment, Hobson. "

The elderly domestic bowed, took up the case, and retired. 

"Your ladyship is far too unwell to travel, " remarked the femaleattendant, assisting her to rise; "you'll never be able to reachManchester. "

"It matters not, Norris, " replied Lady Trafford: "I would rather die onthe road, than be exposed to another such scene as I have justencountered. "

"Dear me!" sympathised Mrs. Norris. "I was afraid from the scream Iheard, that something dreadful had happened, Sir Rowland has a terribletemper indeed--a shocking temper! I declare he frightens me out of mysenses. "

"Sir Rowland is my brother, " resumed Lady Trafford coldly. 

"Well that's no reason why he should treat your ladyship so shamefully, I'm sure. Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep himin order. "

Lady Trafford sighed deeply. 

"Your ladyship has never been well since you married Sir Cecil, "rejoined Mrs. Norris. "For my part, I don't think you ever quite gotover the accident you met with on the night of the Great Storm. "

"Norris!" gasped Lady Trafford, trembling violently. 

"Mercy on us! what have I said!" cried the attendant, greatly alarmed bythe agitation of her mistress; "do sit down, your ladyship, while I runfor the ratifia and rosa solis. "

"It is past, " rejoined Lady Trafford, recovering herself by a powerfuleffort; "but never allude to the circumstance again. Go and prepare forour departure. "

In less time than Hobson had mentioned, the carriage was announced. AndLady Trafford having been carried down stairs, and placed within it, thepostboy drove off, at a rapid pace for Barnet. 

CHAPTER VIII. 

Miching Mallecho. 

Sir Rowland, meantime, paced his chamber with a quick and agitated step. He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietudeeven to himself. Not conceiving that his sister--feeble as she was, andyielding as she had ever shown herself to his wishes, whether expressedor implied--would depart without consulting him, he was equallysurprised and enraged to hear the servants busied in transporting her tothe carriage. His pride, however, would not suffer him to interferewith their proceedings; much less could he bring himself to acknowledgethat he had been in the wrong, and entreat Lady Trafford to remain, though he was well aware that her life might be endangered if shetravelled by night. But, when the sound of the carriage-wheels diedaway, and he felt that she was actually gone, his resolution failed him, and he rang the bell violently. 

"My horses, Charcam, " he said, as a servant appeared. 

The man lingered. 

"'Sdeath! why am I not obeyed?" exclaimed the knight, angrily. "I wishto overtake Lady Trafford. Use despatch!"

"Her ladyship will not travel beyond Saint Alban's to-night, SirRowland, so Mrs. Norris informed me, " returned Charcam, respectfully;"and there's a person without, anxious for an audience, whom, withsubmission, I think your honour would desire to see. "

"Ah!" exclaimed Sir Rowland, glancing significantly at Charcam, who wasa confidant in his Jacobite schemes; "is it the messenger fromOrchard-Windham, from Sir William?"

"No, Sir Rowland. "

"From Mr. Corbet Kynaston, then? Sir John Packington's courier was hereyesterday. "

"No, Sir Rowland. "

"Perhaps he is from Lord Derwentwater, or Mr. Forster? News _is_expected from Northumberland. "

"I can't exactly say, Sir Rowland. The gentleman didn't communicate hisbusiness to me. But I'm sure it's important. "

Charcam said this, not because he knew anything about the matter; but, having received a couple of guineas to deliver the message, he, naturally enough, estimated its importance by the amount of thegratuity. 

"Well, I will see him, " replied the knight, after a moment's pause; "hemay be from the Earl of Mar. But let the horses be in readiness. I shallride to St. Alban's to-night. "

So saying, he threw himself into a chair. And Charcam, fearful ofanother charge in his master's present uncertain mood, disappeared. 

The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by theimperfect light, --for the evening was advancing, and the chamberdarkened by heavy drapery, --to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, ofrather vulgar appearance, but with a very shrewd aspect. He was plainlyattired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger byhis side. 

"Your servant, Sir Rowland, " said the stranger, ducking his head, as headvanced. 

"Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly. 

The new-comer looked at Charcam. Sir Rowland waved his hand, and theattendant withdrew. 

"You don't recollect me, I presume?" premised the stranger, taking aseat. 

The knight, who could ill brook this familiarity, instantly arose. 

"Don't disturb yourself, " continued the other, nowise disconcerted bythe rebuke. "I never stand upon ceremony where I know I shall bewelcome. We _have_ met before. "

"Indeed!" rejoined Sir Rowland, haughtily; "perhaps, you will refresh mymemory as to the time, and place. "

"Let me see. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, theMint in Southwark. I have a good memory, you perceive, Sir Rowland. "

The knight staggered as if struck by a mortal wound. Speedily recoveringhimself, however, he rejoined, with forced calmness, "You are mistaken, Sir. I was in Lancashire, at our family seat, at the time you mention. "

The stranger smiled incredulously. 

"Well, Sir Rowland, " he said, after a brief pause, during which theknight regarded him with a searching glance, as if endeavouring torecall his features, "I will not gainsay your words. You are in theright to be cautious, till you know with whom you have to deal; and, even then, you can't be too wary. 'Avow nothing, believe nothing, givenothing for nothing, ' is my own motto. And it's a maxim of universalapplication: or, at least, of universal practice. I am not come here toplay the part of your father-confessor. I am come to serve you. "

"In what way, Sir?" demanded Trenchard, in astonishment. 

"You will learn anon. You refuse me your confidence. I applaud yourprudence: it is, however, needless. Your history, your actions, nay, your very thoughts are better known to me than to your spiritualadviser. "

"Make good your assertions, " cried Trenchard, furiously, "or----"

"To the proof, " interrupted the stranger, calmly. "You are the son ofSir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. Sir Montacutehad three children--two daughters and yourself. The eldest, Constance, was lost, by the carelessness of a servant, during her infancy, and hasnever since been heard of: the youngest, Aliva, is the present LadyTrafford. I merely mention these circumstances to show the accuracy ofmy information. "

"If this is the extent of it, Sir, " returned the knight, ironically, "you may spare yourself further trouble. These particulars are familiarto all, who have any title to the knowledge. "

"Perhaps so, " rejoined the stranger; "but I have others in reserve, notso generally known. With your permission, I will go on in my own way. Where I am in error, you can set me right. --Your father, Sir MontacuteTrenchard, who had been a loyal subject of King James the Second, andborne arms in his service, on the abdication of that monarch, turned hisback upon the Stuarts, and would never afterwards recognise their claimsto the crown. It was said, that he received an affront from James, inthe shape of a public reprimand, which his pride could not forgive. Bethis as it may, though a Catholic, he died a friend to the Protestantsuccession. "

"So far you are correct, " observed Trenchard; "still, this is nosecret. "

"Suffer me to proceed, " replied the stranger. "The opinions, entertained by the old knight, naturally induced him to view withdispleasure the conduct of his son, who warmly espoused the cause he haddeserted. Finding remonstrances of no avail, he had recourse to threats;and when threats failed, he adopted more decided measures. "

"Ha!" ejaculated Trenchard. 

"As yet, " pursued the stranger, "Sir Montacute had placed no limit tohis son's expenditure. He did not quarrel with Rowland's profusion, forhis own revenues were ample; but he _did_ object to the large sumslavished by him in the service of a faction he was resolved not tosupport. Accordingly, the old knight reduced his son's allowance to athird of its previous amount; and, upon further provocation, he evenwent so far as to alter his will in favour of his daughter, Aliva, whowas then betrothed to her cousin, Sir Cecil Trafford. "

"Proceed, Sir, " said Trenchard, breathing hard. 

"Under these circumstances, Rowland did what any other sensible personwould do. Aware of his father's inflexibility of purpose, he set hiswits to work to defeat the design. He contrived to break off hissister's match; and this he accomplished so cleverly, that he maintainedthe strictest friendship with Sir Cecil. For two years he thoughthimself secure; and, secretly engaged in the Jacobite schemes of thetime, in which, also, Sir Cecil was deeply involved, he began to relaxin his watchfulness over Aliva. About this time, --namely, in November, 1703--while young Trenchard was in Lancashire, and his sister in London, on a visit, he received a certain communication from his confidentialservant, Davies, which, at once, destroyed his hopes. He learnt that hissister was privately married--the name or rank of her husband could notbe ascertained--and living in retirement in an obscure dwelling in theBorough, where she had given birth to a son. Rowland's plans werequickly formed, and as quickly executed. Accompanied by Sir Cecil, whostill continued passionately enamoured of his sister, and to whom herepresented that she had fallen a victim to the arts of a seducer, heset off, at fiery speed, for the metropolis. Arrived there, their firstobject was to seek out Davies, by whom they were conducted to the lady'sretreat, --a lone habitation, situated on the outskirts of Saint George'sFields in Southwark. Refused admittance, they broke open the door. Aliva's husband, who passed by the name of Darrell, confronted themsword in hand. For a few minutes he kept them at bay. But, urged by hiswife's cries, who was more anxious for the preservation of her child'slife than her own, he snatched up the infant, and made his escape fromthe back of the premises. Rowland and his companions instantly startedin pursuit, leaving the lady to recover as she might. They tracked thefugitive to the Mint; but, like hounds at fault, they here lost allscent of their prey. Meantime, the lady had overtaken them; but, terrified by the menaces of her vindictive kinsmen, she did not dare toreveal herself to her husband, of whose concealment on the roof of thevery house the party were searching she was aware. Aided by anindividual, who was acquainted with a secret outlet from the tenement, Darrell escaped. Before his departure, he gave his assistant a glove. That glove is still preserved. In her endeavour to follow him, Aliva metwith a severe fall, and was conveyed away, in a state of insensibility, by Sir Cecil. She was supposed to be lifeless; but she survived theaccident, though she never regained her strength. Directed by the sameindividual, who had helped Darrell to steal a march upon him, Rowland, with Davies, and another attendant, continued the pursuit. Both thefugitive and his chasers embarked on the Thames. The elements werewrathful as their passions. The storm burst upon them in its fury. Unmindful of the terrors of the night, unscared by the danger thatthreatened him, Rowland consigned his sister's husband and his sister'schild to the waves. "

"Bring your story to an end, Sir, " said Trenchard who had listened tothe recital with mingled emotions of rage and fear. 

"I have nearly done, " replied the stranger. --"As Rowland's whole crewperished in the tempest, and he only escaped by miracle, he fanciedhimself free from detection. And for twelve years he has been so; untilhis long security, well-nigh obliterating remembrance of the deed, hasbred almost a sense of innocence within his breast. During this periodSir Montacute has been gathered to his fathers. His title has descendedto Rowland: his estates to Aliva. The latter has, since, been induced tounite herself to Sir Cecil, on terms originating with her brother, andwhich, however strange and unprecedented, were acquiesced in by thesuitor. "

Sir Rowland looked bewildered with surprise. 

"The marriage was never consummated, " continued the imperturbablestranger. "Sir Cecil is no more. Lady Trafford, supposed to bechildless, broken in health and spirits, frail both in mind and body, isnot likely to make another marriage. The estates must, ere long, revertto Sir Rowland. "

"Are you man, or fiend?" exclaimed Trenchard, staring at the stranger, as he concluded his narration. 

"You are complimentary, Sir Rowland, " returned the other, with a grimsmile. 

"If you _are_ human, " rejoined Trenchard, with stern emphasis, "I insistupon knowing whence you derived your information?"

"I might refuse to answer the question, Sir Rowland. But I am notindisposed to gratify you. Partly, from your confessor; partly, fromother sources. "

"My confessor!" ejaculated the knight, in the extremity of surprise;"has _he_ betrayed his sacred trust?"

"He has, " replied the other, grinning; "and this will be a caution toyou in future, how you confide a secret of consequence to a priest. Ishould as soon think of trusting a woman. Tickle the ears of theirreverences with any idle nonsense you please: but tell them nothing youcare to have repeated. I was once a disciple of Saint Peter myself, andspeak from experience. "

"Who are you?" ejaculated Trenchard, scarcely able to credit his senses. 

"I'm surprised you've not asked that question before, Sir Rowland. Itwould have saved me much circumlocution, and you some suspense. My nameis Wild--Jonathan Wild. "

And the great thief-taker indulged himself in a chuckle at the effectproduced by this announcement. He was accustomed to such surprises, andenjoyed them. 

Sir Rowland laid his hand upon his sword. 

"Mr. Wild, " he said, in a sarcastic tone, but with great firmness; "aperson of your well-known sagacity must be aware that some secrets aredangerous to the possessor. "

"I am fully aware of it, Sir Rowland, " replied Jonathan, coolly; "but Ihave nothing to fear; because, in the first place, it will be to youradvantage not to molest me; and, in the second, I am provided againstall contingencies. I never hunt the human tiger without being armed. Myjanizaries are without. One of them is furnished with a packetcontaining the heads of the statement I have just related, which, if Idon't return at a certain time, will be laid before the properauthorities. I have calculated my chances, you perceive. "

"You have forgotten that you are in my power, " returned the knight, sternly; "and that all your allies cannot save you from my resentment. "

"I can at least, protect myself, " replied Wild, with, provokingcalmness. "I am accounted a fair shot, as well as a tolerable swordsman, and I will give proof of my skill in both lines, should occasion requireit. I have had a good many desperate engagements in my time, and havegenerally come off victorious. I bear the marks of some of them about mestill, " he continued, taking off his wig, and laying bare a bald skull, covered with cicatrices and plates of silver. "This gash, " he added, pointing to one of the larger scars, "was a wipe from the hanger of TomThurland, whom I apprehended for the murder of Mrs. Knap. This wedge ofsilver, " pointing to another, "which would mend a coffee-pot, serves tostop up a breach made by Will Colthurst, who robbed Mr. Hearl onHounslow-Heath. I secured the dog after he had wounded me. This fracturewas the handiwork of Jack Parrot (otherwise called Jack the Grinder), who broke into the palace of the Bishop of Norwich. Jack was a comicalscoundrel, and made a little too free with his grace's best burgundy, aswell as his grace's favourite housekeeper. The Bishop, however, to showhim the danger of meddling with the church, gave him a dance at Tyburnfor his pains. Not a scar but has its history. The only inconvenience Ifeel from my shattered noddle is an incapacity to drink. But that's aninfirmity shared by a great many sounder heads than mine. The hardestbout I ever had was with a woman--Sally Wells, who was afterwards laggedfor shoplifting. She attacked me with a carving-knife, and, when I haddisarmed her, the jade bit off a couple of fingers from my left hand. Thus, you see, I've never hesitated and never _shall_ hesitate to exposemy life where anything is to be gained. My profession has hardened me. "

And, with this, he coolly re-adjusted his peruke. 

"What do you expect to gain from this interview, Mr. Wild!" demandedTrenchard, as if he had formed a sudden resolution. 

"Ah! now we come to business, " returned Jonathan, rubbing his hands, gleefully. "These are my terms, Sir Rowland, " he added, taking a sheetof paper from his pocket, and pushing it towards the knight. 

Trenchard glanced at the document. 

"A thousand pounds, " he observed, gloomily, "is a heavy price to pay fordoubtful secrecy, when _certain silence_ might be so cheaply procured. "

"You would purchase it at the price of your head, " replied Jonathan, knitting his brows. "Sir Rowland, " he added, savagely, and with somewhatof the look of a bull-dog before he flies at his foe, "if it were mypleasure to do so, I could crush you with a breath. You are wholly in mypower. Your name, with the fatal epithet of 'dangerous' attached to it, stands foremost on the list of Disaffected now before the SecretCommittee. I hold a warrant from Mr. Walpole for your apprehension. "

"Arrested!" exclaimed Trenchard, drawing his sword. 

"Put up your blade, Sir Rowland, " rejoined Jonathan, resuming his formercalm demeanour, "King James the Third will need it. I have no intentionof arresting you. I have a different game to play; and it'll be your ownfault, if you don't come off the winner. I offer you my assistance oncertain terms. The proposal is so far from being exorbitant, that itshould be trebled if I had not a fellow-feeling in the cause. To befrank with you, I have an affront to requite, which can be settled atthe same time, and in the same way with your affair. That's worthsomething to me; for I don't mind paying for revenge. After all athousand pounds is a trifle to rid you of an upstart, who may chance todeprive you of tens of thousands. "

"Did I hear you aright?" asked Trenchard, with startling eagerness. 

"Certainly, " replied Jonathan, with the most perfect _sangfroid_, "I'llundertake to free you from the boy. That's part of the bargain. "

"Is he alive!" vociferated Trenchard. 

"To be sure, " returned Wild; "he's not only alive, but likely for life, if we don't clip the thread. "

Sir Rowland caught at a chair for support, and passed his hand acrosshis brow, on which the damp had gathered thickly. 

"The intelligence seems new to you. I thought I'd been sufficientlyexplicit, " continued Jonathan. "Most persons would have guessed mymeaning. "

"Then it was _not_ a dream!" ejaculated Sir Rowland in a hollow voice, and as if speaking to himself. "I _did_ see them on the platform of thebridge--the child and his preserver! They were _not_ struck by thefallen ruin, nor whelmed in the roaring flood, --or, if they _were_, theyescaped as I escaped. God! I have cheated myself into a belief that theboy perished! And now my worst fears are realized--he lives!"

"As yet, " returned Jonathan, with fearful emphasis. 

"I cannot--dare not injure him, " rejoined Trenchard, with a haggardlook, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. 

Jonathan laughed scornfully. 

"Leave him to me, " he said. "He shan't trouble you further. "

"No, " replied Sir Rowland, who appeared completely prostrated. "I willstruggle no longer with destiny. Too much blood has been shed already. "

"This comes of fine feelings!" muttered Jonathan, contemptuously. "Giveme your thorough-paced villain. But I shan't let him off thus. I'll trya strong dose. --Am I to understand that you intend to plead guilty, SirRowland?" he added. "If so, I may as well execute my warrant. "

"Stand off, Sir!" exclaimed Trenchard, starting suddenly backwards. 

"I knew that would bring him to, " thought Wild. 

"Where is the boy?" demanded Sir Rowland. 

"At present under the care of his preserver--one Owen Wood, a carpenter, by whom he was brought up. "

"Wood!" exclaimed Trenchard, --"of Wych Street?"

"The same. "

"A boy from his shop was here a short time ago. Could it be him youmean?"

"No. That boy was the carpenter's apprentice, Jack Sheppard. I've justleft your nephew. "

At this moment Charcam entered the room. 

"Beg pardon, Sir Rowland, " said the attendant, "but there's a boy fromMr. Wood, with a message for Lady Trafford. "

"From whom?" vociferated Trenchard. 

"From Mr. Wood the carpenter. "

"The same who was here just now?"

"No, Sir Rowland, a much finer boy. "

"'Tis he, by Heaven!" cried Jonathan; "this is lucky. Sir Rowland, " headded, in a deep whisper, "do you agree to my terms?"

"I do, " answered Trenchard, in the same tone. 

"Enough!" rejoined Wild; "he shall not return. "

"Have you acquainted him with Lady Trafford's departure?" said theknight, addressing Charcam, with as much composure as he could assume. 

"No, Sir Rowland, " replied the attendant, "as you proposed to ride toSaint Albans to-night, I thought you might choose to see him yourself. Besides, there's something odd about the boy; for, though I questionedhim pretty closely concerning his business, he declined answering myquestions, and said he could only deliver his message to her ladyship. Ithought it better not to send him away till I'd mentioned thecircumstance to you. "

"You did right, " returned Trenchard. 

"Where is he?" asked Jonathan. 

"In the hall, " replied Charcam. 

"Alone?"

"Not exactly, Sir. There's another lad at the gate waiting for him--thesame who was here just now, that Sir Rowland was speaking of, whofastened up the jewel-case for her ladyship. "

"A jewel-case!" exclaimed Jonathan. "Ah, I see it all!" he cried, with aquick glance. "Jack Sheppard's fingers are lime-twigs. Was anythingmissed after the lad's departure, Sir Rowland?"

"Not that I'm aware of, " said the knight. --"Stay! something occurs tome. " And he conferred apart with Jonathan. 

"That's it!" cried Wild when Trenchard concluded. "This young fool iscome to restore the article--whatever it may be--which Lady Trafford wasanxious to conceal, and which his companion purloined. It's preciselywhat such a simpleton would do. We have him as safe as a linnet in acage; and could wring his neck round as easily. Oblige me by actingunder my guidance in the matter, Sir Rowland. I'm an old hand at suchthings. Harkee, " he added, "Mr. What's-your-name!"

"Charcam, " replied the attendant, bowing. 

"Very well, Mr. Charcoal, you may bring in the boy. But not a word tohim of Lady Trafford's absence--mind that. A robbery has been committed, and your master suspects this lad as an accessory to the offence. He, therefore, desires to interrogate him. It will be necessary to securehis companion; and as you say he is not in the house, some caution mustbe used in approaching him, or he may chance to take to his heels, forhe's a slippery little rascal. When you've seized him, cough thricethus, --and two rough-looking gentlemen will make their appearance. Don'tbe alarmed by their manners, Mr. Charcoal. They're apt to be surly tostrangers, but it soon wears off. The gentleman with the red beard willrelieve you of your prisoner. The other must call a coach as quickly ashe can. "

"For whom, Sir?" inquired Charcam. "For me--his master, Mr. JonathanWild. "

"Are you Mr. Jonathan Wild?" asked the attendant, in great trepidation. 

"I _am_, Charcoal. But don't let my name frighten you. Though, " said thethief-taker, with a complacent smile, "all the world seems to tremble atit. Obey my orders, and you've nothing to fear. About them quickly. Leadthe lad to suppose that he'll be introduced to Lady Trafford. Youunderstand me, Charcoal. "

The attendant did _not_ understand him. He was confounded by thepresence in which he found himself. But, not daring to confess his wantof comprehension, he made a profound reverence, and retired. 

CHAPTER IX. 

Consequences of the Theft. 

"How do you mean to act, Sir?" inquired Trenchard, as soon as they wereleft alone. 

"As circumstances shall dictate, Sir Rowland, " returned Jonathan. "Something is sure to arise in the course of the investigation, of whichI can take advantage. If not, I'll convey him to St. Giles's round-houseon my own responsibility. "

"Is this your notable scheme!" asked the knight, scornfully. 

"Once there, " proceeded Wild, without noticing the interruption, "he'sas good as in his grave. The constable, Sharples, is in my pay. I canremove the prisoner at any hour of the night I think fit: and I _will_remove him. You must, know, Sir Rowland--for I've no secrets fromyou--that, in the course of my business I've found it convenient tobecome the owner of a small Dutch sloop; by means of which I cantransmit any light ware, --such as gold watches, rings, and plate, aswell as occasionally a bank or goldsmith's note, which has been _spokenwith_ by way of the mail, --you understand me?--to Holland or Flanders, and obtain a secure and ready market for them. This vessel is now in theriver, off Wapping. Her cargo is nearly shipped. She will sail, at earlydawn to-morrow, for Rotterdam. Her commander, Rykhart Van Galgebrok, isdevoted to my interests. As soon as he gets into blue water, he'll thinkno more of pitching the boy overboard than of lighting his pipe. Thiswill be safer than cutting his throat on shore. I've tried the plan, andfound it answer. The Northern Ocean keeps a secret better than theThames, Sir Rowland. Before midnight, your nephew shall be safe beneaththe hatches of the Zeeslang. "

"Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene uponthe river is passing before me. I hear the splash in the water--I seethe white object floating like a sea-bird on the tide--it will notsink!"

"'Sblood!" exclaimed Jonathan, in a tone of ill-disguised contempt; "itwon't do to indulge those fancies now. Be seated, and calm yourself. "

"I have often conjured up some frightful vision of the dead, " murmuredthe knight, "but I never dreamed of an interview with the living. "

"It'll be over in a few minutes, " rejoined Jonathan, impatiently; "infact, it'll be over too soon for me. I like such interviews. But wewaste time. Have the goodness to affix your name to that memorandum, SirRowland. I require nothing, you see, till my share of the contract isfulfilled. "

Trenchard took up a pen. 

"It's the boy's death-warrant, " observed Jonathan, with a sinistersmile. 

"I cannot sign it, " returned Trenchard. 

"Damnation!" exclaimed Wild with a snarl, that displayed his glisteningfangs to the farthest extremity of his mouth, "I'm not to be trifledwith thus. That paper _must_ be signed, or I take my departure. "

"Go, Sir, " rejoined the knight, haughtily. 

"Ay, ay, I'll go, fast enough!" returned Jonathan, putting his handsinto his pockets, "but not alone, Sir Rowland. "

At this juncture, the door was flung open, and Charcam entered, draggingin Thames, whom he held by the collar, and who struggled in vain to freehimself from the grasp imposed upon him. 

"Here's one of the thieves, Sir Rowland!" cried the attendant. "I wasonly just in time. The young rascal had learnt from some of thewomen-servants that Lady Trafford was from home, and was in the very actof making off when I got down stairs. Come along, my Newgate bird!" hecontinued, shaking him with great violence. 

Jonathan gave utterance to a low whistle. 

"If things had gone smoothly, " he thought, "I should have cursed thefellow's stupidity. As it is, I'm not sorry for the blunder. "

Trenchard, meanwhile, whose gaze was fixed upon the boy, became livid asdeath, but he moved not a muscle. 

"'T is he!" he mentally ejaculated. 

"What do you think of your nephew, Sir Rowland?" whispered Jonathan, whosat with his back towards Thames, so that his features were concealedfrom the youth's view. "It would be a thousand pities, wouldn't it, toput so promising a lad out of the way?"

"Devil!" exclaimed the knight fiercely, "Give me the paper. "

Jonathan hastily picked up the pen, and presented it to Trenchard, whoattached his signature to the document. 

"If I _am_ the devil, " observed Wild, "as some folks assert, and Imyself am not unwilling to believe, you'll find that I differ from thegenerally-received notions of the arch-fiend, and faithfully execute thecommands of those who confide their souls to my custody. "

"Take hence this boy, then, " rejoined Trenchard; "his looks unman me. "

"Of what am I accused?" asked Thames, who though a good deal alarmed atfirst, had now regained his courage. 

"Of robbery!" replied Jonathan in a thundering voice, and suddenlyconfronting him. "You've charged with assisting your comrade, JackSheppard, to purloin certain articles of value from a jewel-casebelonging to Lady Trafford. Aha!" he continued, producing a short silverstaff, which he carried constantly about with him, and uttering aterrible imprecation, "I see you're confounded. Down on yourmarrow-bones, sirrah! Confess your guilt, and Sir Rowland may yet saveyou from the gallows. "

"I've nothing to confess, " replied Thames, boldly; "I've done no wrong. Are _you_ my accuser?"

"I am, " replied Wild; "have you anything to allege to the contrary?"

"Only this, " returned Thames: "that the charge is false, and malicious, and that _you_ know it to be so. "

"Is that all!" retorted Jonathan. "Come, I must search you myyoungster!"

"You shan't touch me, " rejoined Thames; and, suddenly bursting fromCharcam, he threw himself at the feet of Trenchard. "Hear me, SirRowland!" he cried. "I am innocent, f have stolen nothing. Thisperson--this Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcelyan hour ago, in Wych Street, is--I know not why--my enemy. He has swornthat he'll take away my life!"

"Bah!" interrupted Jonathan. "You won't listen to this nonsense, SirRowland!"

"If you _are_ innocent, boy, " said the knight, controlling his emotion;"you have nothing to apprehend. But, what brought you here?"

"Excuse me, Sir Rowland. I cannot answer that question. My business iswith Lady Trafford. "

"Are you aware that I am her ladyship's brother?" returned the knight. "She has no secrets from me. "

"Possibly not, " replied Thames, in some confusion; "but I am not atliberty to speak. "

"Your hesitation is not in your favour, " observed Trenchard, sternly. 

"Will he consent, to be searched?" inquired Jonathan. 

"No, " rejoined Thames, "I won't be treated like a common felon, if I canhelp it. "

"You shall be treated according to your deserts, then, " said Jonathan, maliciously. And, in spite of the boy's resistance, he plunged his handsinto his pockets, and drew forth the miniature. 

"Where did you get this from?" asked Wild, greatly surprised at theresult of his investigation. 

Thames returned no answer. 

"I thought as much, " continued Jonathan. "But we'll find a way to makeyou open your lips presently. Bring in his comrade, " he added, in awhisper to Charcam; "I'll take care of him. And don't neglect myinstructions this time. " Upon which, with an assurance that he would notdo so, the attendant departed. 

"You can, of course, identify this picture as Lady Trafford's property?"pursued Jonathan, with a meaning glance, as he handed it to the knight. 

"I can, " replied Trenchard. "Ha!" he exclaimed, with a sudden start, ashis glance fell upon the portrait; "how came this into your possession, boy?"

"Why don't you answer, sirrah?" cried Wild, in a savage tone, andstriking him with the silver staff. "Can't you speak?"

"I don't choose, " replied Thames, sturdily; "and your brutality shan'tmake me. "

"We'll see that, " replied Jonathan, dealing him another and more violentblow. 

"Let him alone, " said Trenchard authoritatively, "I have anotherquestion to propose. Do you know whoso portrait this is?"

"I do not, " replied Thames, repressing his tears, "but I believe it tobe the portrait of my father. "

"Indeed!" exclaimed the knight, in astonishment. "Is your father alive?"

"No, " returned Thames; "he was assassinated while I was an infant. "

"Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. 

"My heart, " rejoined Thames, firmly; "which now tells me I am in thepresence of his murderer. "

"That's me, " interposed Jonathan; "a thief-taker is always a murderer inthe eyes of a thief. I'm almost sorry your suspicions are unfounded, ifyour father in any way resembled you, my youngster. But I can tell youwho'll have the pleasure of hanging your father's son; and that's aperson not a hundred miles distant from you at this moment--ha! ha!"

As he said this, the door was opened, and Charcam entered, accompaniedby a dwarfish, shabby-looking man, in a brown serge frock, with coarseJewish features, and a long red beard. Between the Jew and the attendantcame Jack Sheppard; while a crowd of servants, attracted by the news, that the investigation of a robbery was going forward, lingered at thedoorway in hopes of catching something of the proceedings. 

When Jack was brought in, he cast a rapid glance around him, andperceiving Thames in the custody of Jonathan, instantly divined howmatters stood. As he looked in this direction, Wild gave him asignificant wink, the meaning of which he was not slow to comprehend. 

"Get it over quickly, " said Trenchard, in a whisper to the thief-taker. 

Jonathan nodded assent. 

"What's your name?" he said, addressing the audacious lad, who waslooking about him as coolly as if nothing material was going on. 

"Jack Sheppard, " returned the boy, fixing his eyes upon a portrait ofthe Earl of Mar. "Who's that queer cove in the full-bottomed wig?"

"Attend to me, sirrah, " rejoined Wild, sternly. "Do you know thispicture?" he added, with another significant look, and pointing to theminiature. 

"I do, " replied Jack, carelessly. 

"That's well. Can you inform us whence it came?"

"I should think so. "

"State the facts, then. "

"It came from Lady Trafford's jewel-box. "

Here a murmur of amazement arose from the assemblage outside. 

"Close the door!" commanded Trenchard, impatiently. 

"In my opinion, Sir Rowland, " suggested Jonathan; "you'd better allowthe court to remain open. "

"Be it so, " replied the knight, who saw the force of this reasoning. "Continue the proceedings. "

"You say that the miniature was abstracted from Lady Trafford'sjewel-box, " said Jonathan, in a loud voice. "Who took it thence?"

"Thames Darrell; the boy at your side. "

"Jack!" cried Thames, in indignant surprise. 

But Sheppard took no notice of the exclamation. 

A loud buzz of curiosity circulated among the domestics; some ofwhom--especially the females--leaned forward to obtain a peep at theculprit. 

"Si--lence!" vociferated Charcam, laying great emphasis on the lastsyllable. 

"Were you present at the time of the robbery?" pursued Jonathan. 

"I was, " answered Sheppard. 

"And will swear to it?"

"I will. "

"Liar!" ejaculated Thames. 

"Enough!" exclaimed Wild, triumphantly. 

"Close the court, Mr. Charcoal. They've heard quite enough for mypurpose, " he muttered, as his orders were obeyed, and the domesticsexcluded. "It's too late to carry 'em before a magistrate now, SirRowland; so, with your permission, I'll give 'em a night's lodging inSaint Giles's round-house. You, Jack Sheppard, have nothing to fear, asyou've become evidence against your accomplice. To-morrow, I shallcarry you before Justice Walters, who'll take your information; and I'veno doubt but Thames Darrell will be fully committed. Now, for the cage, my pretty canary-bird. Before we start, I'll accommodate you with a pairof ruffles. " And he proceeded to handcuff his captive. 

"Hear me!" cried Thames, bursting into tears. "I am innocent. I couldnot have committed this robbery. I have only just left Wych Street. Sendfor Mr. Wood, and you'll find that I've spoken the truth. "

"You'd better hold your peace, my lad, " observed Jonathan, in a menacingtone. 

"Lady Trafford would not have thus condemned me!" cried Thames. 

"Away with him!" exclaimed Sir Rowland, impatiently. 

"Take the prisoners below, Nab, " said Jonathan, addressing the dwarfishJew; "I'll join you in an instant. "

The bearded miscreant seized Jack by the waist, and Thames by the napeof the neck, and marched off, like the ogre in the fairy tale, with aboy under each arm, while Charcam brought upt the rear. 

CHAPTER X. 

Mother and Son. 

They had scarcely been gone a moment, when a confused noise was heardwithout, and Charcam re-entered the room, with a countenance of theutmost bewilderment and alarm. 

"What's the matter with the man?" demanded Wild. 

"Her ladyship--" faltered the attendant. 

"What of her?" cried the knight. "Is she returned!"

"Y--e--s, Sir Rowland, " stammered Charcam. 

"The devil!" ejaculated Jonathan. "Here's a cross-bite. "

"But that's not all, your honour, " continued Charcam; "Mrs. Norris saysshe's dying. "

"Dying!" echoed the knight. 

"Dying, Sir Rowland. She was taken dreadfully ill on the road, withspasms and short breath, and swoonings, --worse than ever she was before. And Mrs. Norris was so frightened that she ordered the postboys to driveback as fast as they could. She never expected to get her ladyship homealive. "

"My God!" cried Trenchard, stunned by the intelligence, "I have killedher. "

"No doubt, " rejoined Wild, with a sneer; "but don't let all the worldknow it. "

"They're lifting her out of the carriage, " interposed Charcam; "will itplease your honour to send for some advice and the chaplain?"

"Fly for both, " returned Sir Rowland, in a tone of bitter anguish. 

"Stay!" interposed Jonathan. "Where are the boys?"

"In the hall. "

"Her ladyship will pass through it?"

"Of course; there's no other way. "

"Then, bring them into this room, the first thing--quick! They must notmeet, Sir Rowland, " he added, as Charcam hastened to obey hisinstructions. 

"Heaven has decreed it otherwise, " replied the knight, dejectedly. "Iyield to fate. "

"Yield to nothing, " returned Wild, trying to re-assure him; "above all, when your designs prosper. Man's fate is in his own hands. You are yournephew's executioner, or he is yours. Cast off this weakness. The nexthour makes, or mars you for ever. Go to your sister, and do not quit hertill all is over. Leave the rest to me. "

Sir Rowland moved irresolutely towards the door, but recoiled before asad spectacle. This was his sister, evidently in the last extremity. Borne in the arms of a couple of assistants, and preceded by Mrs. Norris, wringing her hands and wepping, the unfortunate lady was placedupon a couch. At the same time, Charcam, who seemed perfectly distractedby the recent occurrences, dragged in Thames, leaving Jack Sheppardoutside in the custody of the dwarfish Jew. 

"Hell's curses!" muttered Jonathan between his teeth; "that fool willruin all. Take him away, " he added, striding up to Charcam. 

"Let him remain, " interposed Trenchard. 

"As you please, Sir Rowland, " returned Jonathan, with affectedindifference; "but I'm not going to hunt the deer for another to eat theven'son, depend on 't. "

But seeing that no notice was taken of the retort, he drew a littleaside, and folded his arms, muttering, "This whim will soon be over. Shecan't last long. I can pull the strings of this stiff-necked puppet as Iplease. "

Sir Rowland, meantime, throw himself on his knees beside his sister, and, clasping her chilly fingers within his own, besought herforgiveness in the most passionate terms. For a few minutes, sheappeared scarcely sensible of his presence. But, after some restorativeshad been administered by Mrs. Norris, she revived a little. 

"Rowland, " she said, in a faint voice, "I have not many minutes to live. Where is Father Spencer? I must have absolution. I have something thatweighs heavily upon my mind. "

Sir Rowland's brow darkened. 

"I have sent for him, " Aliva, he answered; "he will be here directly, with your medical advisers. "

"They are useless, " she returned. "Medicine cannot save mo now. "

"Dear sister----"

"I should die happy, if I could behold my child. "

"Comfort yourself, then, Aliva. You _shall_ behold him. "

"You are mocking me, Rowland. Jests are not for seasons like this. "

"I am not, by Heaven, " returned the knight, solemnly. "Leave us, Mrs. Norris, and do not return till Father Spencer arrives. "

"Your ladyship----" hesitated Norris. 

"Go!" said Lady Trafford; "it is my last request. "

And her faithful attendant, drowned in tears, withdrew, followed by thetwo assistants. 

Jonathan stepped behind a curtain. 

"Rowland, " said Lady Trafford, regarding him with a look ofindescribable anxiety, "you have assured me that I shall behold my son. Where is he?"

"Within this room, " replied the knight. 

"Here!" shrieked Lady Trafford. 

"Here, " repeated her brother. "But calm yourself, dear sister, or theinterview will be too much for you. "

"I _am_ calm--quite calm, Rowland, " she answered, with lips whoseagitation belied her words. "Then, the story of his death was false. Iknew it. I was sure you could not have the heart to slay a child--aninnocent child. God forgive you!"

"May He, indeed, forgive me!" returned Trenchard, crossing himselfdevoutly; "but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your childescaped. This hand consigned him to destruction, but another wasstretched forth to save him. The infant was rescued from a watery-graveby an honest mechanic, who has since brought him up as his own son. "

"Blessings upon him!" cried Lady Trafford, fervently. "But trifle withmo no longer. Moments are ages now. Let me see my child, if he is reallyhere?"

"Behold him!" returned Trenchard, taking Thames (who had been a mute, but deeply-interested, witness of the scene) by the hand, and leadinghim towards her. 

"Ah!" exclaimed Lady Trafford, exerting all her strength. "My sight isfailing me. Let me have more light, that I may behold him. Yes!" shescreamed, "these are his father's features! It is--it is my son!"

"Mother!" cried Thames; "are you, indeed, my mother?"

"I am, indeed--my own sweet boy!" she sobbed, pressing him tenderly toher breast. 

"Oh!--to see you thus!" cried Thames, in an agony of affliction. 

"Don't weep, my love, " replied the lady, straining him still moreclosely to her. "I am happy--quite happy now. "

During this touching interview, a change had come over Sir Rowland, andhe half repented of what he had done. 

"You can no longer refuse to tell me the name of this youth's father, Aliva, " he said. 

"I dare not, Rowland, " she answered. "I cannot break my vow. I willconfide it to Father Spencer, who will acquaint you with it when I am nomore. Undraw the curtain, love, " she added to Thames, "that I may lookat you. "

"Ha!" exclaimed her son, starting back, as he obeyed her, and disclosedJonathan Wild. 

"Be silent, " said Jonathan, in a menacing whisper. 

"What have you seen?" inquired Lady Trafford. 

"My enemy, " replied her son. 

"Your enemy!" she returned imperfectly comprehending him. "Sir Rowlandis your uncle--he will be your guardian--he will protect you. Will younot, brother?"

"Promise, " said a deep voice in Trenchard's ear. 

"He will kill me, " cried Thames. "There is a man in this room who seeksmy life. "

"Impossible!" rejoined his mother. 

"Look at these fetters, " returned Thames, holding up his manacledwrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command. "

"Ah!" shrieked Lady Trafford. 

"Not a moment is to be lost, " whispered Jonathan to Trenchard. "Hislife--or yours?"

"No one shall harm you more, my dear, " cried Lady Trafford. "Your uncle_must_ protect you. It will be his interest to do so. He will bedependent on you. "

"Do what you please with him, " muttered Trenchard to Wild. 

"Take off these chains, Rowland, " said Lady Trafford, "instantly, Icommand you. "

"_I_ will, " replied Jonathan, advancing, and rudely seizing Thames. 

"Mother!" cried the son, "help!"

"What is this?" shrieked Lady Trafford, raising herself on the couch, and extending her hands towards him. "Oh, God! would you take him fromme?--would you murder him?"

"His father's name?--and he is free, " rejoined Rowland, holding herarms. 

"Release him first--and I will disclose it!" cried Lady Trafford; "on mysoul, I will!"

"Speak then!" returned Rowland. 

"Too late!" shrieked the lady, falling heavily backwards, --"toolate!--oh!"

Heedless of her cries, Jonathan passed a handkerchief tightly over herson's mouth, and forced him out of the room. 

When he returned, a moment or so afterwards, he found Sir Rowlandstanding by the lifeless body of his sister. His countenance was almostas white and rigid as that of the corpse by his side. 

"This is your work, " said the knight, sternly. 

"Not entirely, " replied Jonathan, calmly; "though I shouldn't be ashamedof it if it were. After all, you failed in obtaining the secret fromher, Sir Rowland. Women are hypocrites to the last--true only tothemselves. "

"Peace!" cried the knight, fiercely. 

"No offence, " returned Jonathan. "I was merely about to observe that _I_am in possession of her secret. "

"You!"

"Didn't I tell you that the fugitive Darrell gave me a glove! But we'llspeak of this hereafter. You can _purchase_ the information from mewhenever you're so disposed. I shan't drive a hard bargain. To the pointhowever. I came back to say, that I've placed your nephew in a coach;and, if you'll be at my lock in the Old Bailey an hour after midnight, you shall hear the last tidings of him. "

"I will be there, " answered Trenchard, gloomily. 

"You'll not forget the thousand, Sir Rowland--short accounts, you know. "

"Fear nothing. You shall have your reward. "

"Thank'ee, --thank'ee. My house is the next door to the Cooper's Arms, inthe Old Bailey, opposite Newgate. You'll find me at supper. "

So saying, he bowed and departed. 

"That man should have been an Italian bravo, " murmured the knight, sinking into a chair: "he has neither fear nor compunction. Would Icould purchase his apathy as easily as I can procure his assistance. "

Soon after this Mrs. Norris entered the room, followed by FatherSpencer. On approaching the couch, they found Sir Rowland senseless, andextended over the dead body of his unfortunate sister. 

CHAPTER XI. 

The Mohocks. 

Jonathan Wild, meanwhile, had quitted the house. He found a coach at thedoor, with the blinds carefully drawn up, and ascertained from a tall, ill-looking, though tawdrily-dressed fellow, who held his horse by thebridle, and whom he addressed as Quilt Arnold, that the two boys weresafe inside, in the custody of Abraham Mendez, the dwarfish Jew. As soonas he had delivered his instructions to Quilt, who, with Abraham, constituted his body-guard, or janizaries, as he termed them, Jonathanmounted his steed, and rode off at a gallop. Quilt was not long infollowing his example. Springing upon the box, he told the coachman tomake the best of his way to Saint Giles's. Stimulated by the promise ofsomething handsome to drink, the man acquitted himself to admiration inthe management of his lazy cattle. Crack went the whip, and awayfloundered the heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was little better, ) which, then, led acrossSouthampton Fields. Skirting the noble gardens of Montague House, (now, we need scarcely say, the British Museum, ) the party speedily reachedGreat Russell Street, --a quarter described by Strype, in his edition ofold Stow's famous _Survey_, "as being graced with the best buildings inall Bloomsbury, and the best inhabited by the nobility and gentry, especially the north side, as having gardens behind the houses, and theprospect of the pleasant fields up to Hampstead and Highgate; insomuchthat this place, by physicians, is esteemed the most healthful of any inLondon. " Neither of the parties outside bestowed much attention uponthese stately and salubriously-situated mansions; indeed, as it was nownot far from ten o'clock, and quite dark, they could scarcely discernthem. But, in spite of his general insensibility to such matters, Quiltcould not help commenting upon the delicious perfume wafted from thenumerous flower-beds past which they were driving. The coachman answeredby a surly grunt, and, plying his whip with redoubled zeal, shaped hiscourse down Dyot Street; traversed that part of Holborn, which is nowcalled Broad Street, and where two ancient alms-houses were, then, standing in the middle of that great thoroughfare, exactly opposite theopening of Compston Street; and, diving under a wide gateway on theleft, soon reached a more open space, surrounded by mean habitations, coach-houses and stables, called Kendrick Yard, at the further end ofwhich Saint Giles's round-house was situated. 

No sooner did the vehicle turn the corner of this yard, than Quiltbecame aware, from the tumultuous sounds that reached his ears, as wellas from the flashing of various lanterns at the door of the round-house, that some disturbance was going on; and, apprehensive of a rescue, if hedrew up in the midst of the mob, he thought it prudent to come to ahalt. Accordingly, he stopped the coach, dismounted, and hastenedtowards the assemblage, which, he was glad to find, consisted chiefly ofa posse of watchmen and other guardians of the night. Quilt, who was anardent lover of mischief, could not help laughing most heartily at therueful appearance of these personages. Not one of them but bore themarks of having been engaged in a recent and severe conflict. Quarter-staves, bludgeons, brown-bills, lanterns, swords, and sconceswere alike shivered; and, to judge from the sullied state of theirhabiliments, the claret must have been tapped pretty freely. Never washeard such a bawling as these unfortunate wights kept up. Oaths explodedlike shells from a battery in full fire, accompanied by threats ofdirest vengeance against the individuals who had maltreated them. Here, might be seen a poor fellow whose teeth were knocked down his throat, spluttering out the most tremendous menaces, and gesticulating like amadman: there, another, whose nose was partially slit, ventedimprecations and lamentations in the same breath. On the right, stood abulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to thespectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, ameagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up withgreater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. 

"So, the Mohocks have been at work, I perceive, " remarked Quilt, as hedrew near the group. 

"'Faith, an' you may say that, " returned a watchman, who was wiping aruddy stream from his brow; "they've broken the paice, and our patesinto the bargain. But shurely I'd know that vice, " he added, turning hislantern towards the janizary. "Ah! Quilt Arnold, my man, is it you? Bythe powers! I'm glad to see you. The sight o' your 'andsome phiz allysdoes me good. "

"I wish I could return the compliment, Terry. But your cracked skull isby no means a pleasing spectacle. How came you by the hurt, eh?"

"How did I come by it?--that's a nate question. Why, honestly enouch. Itwas lent me by a countryman o' mine; but I paid him back in his owncoin--ha! ha!"

"A countryman of yours, Terry?"

"Ay, and a noble one, too, Quilt--more's the pity! You've heard of theMarquis of Slaughterford, belike?"

"Of course; who has not? He's the leader of the Mohocks, the general ofthe Scourers, the prince of rakes, the friend of the surgeons andglaziers, the terror of your tribe, and the idol of the girls!"

"That's him to a hair?" cried Terence, rapturously. "Och! he's a brothof a boy!"

"Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?"

"Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; andTerry O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. Besides, didn't I tell you that I giv' him as good as he brought--andbetter! I jist touched him with my 'Evenin' Star, ' as I call thisshillelah, " said the watchman, flourishing an immense bludgeon, the knobof which appeared to be loaded with lead, "and, by Saint Patrick! downhe cum'd like a bullock. "

"Zounds!" exclaimed Quilt, "did you kill him?"

"Not quite, " replied Terence, laughing; "but I brought him to hissenses. "

"By depriving him of 'em, eh! But I'm sorry you hurt his lordship, Terry. Young noblemen ought to be indulged in their frolics. If they_do_, now and then, run away with a knocker, paint a sign, beat thewatch, or huff a magistrate, they _pay_ for their pastime, and that'ssufficient. What more could any reasonable man--especially awatchman--desire? Besides, the Marquis, is a devilish fine fellow, and aparticular friend of mine. There's not his peer among the peerage. "

"Och! if he's a friend o' yours, my dear joy, there's no more to besaid; and right sorry am I, I struck him. But, bloodan'-'ouns! man, ifould Nick himself were to hit me a blow, I'd be afther givin' himanother. "

"Well, well--wait awhile, " returned Quilt; "his lordship won't forgetyou. He's as generous as he's frolicsome. "

As he spoke, the door of the round-house was opened, and a stout man, with a lantern in his hand, presented himself at the threshold. 

"There's Sharples, " cried Quilt. 

"Whist!" exclaimed Terence; "he elevates his glim. By Jasus! he's aboutto spake to us. "

"Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy coughwould permit him, "my noble pris'ner--ough! ough;--the Markis o'Slaughterford----"

Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angryguardians of the night. 

"No Mohocks! No Scourers!" cried the mob. 

"Hear! hear!" vociferated Quilt. 

"His lordship desires me to say--ough! ough!"

Fresh groans and hisses. 

"Von't you hear me?--ough! ough!" demanded Sharples, after a pause. 

"By all means, " rejoined Quilt. 

"Raise your vice, and lave off coughin', " added Terence. 

"The long and the short o' the matter's this then, " returned Sharpleswith dignity, "the Markis begs your acceptance o' ten guineas to drinkhis health. "

The hooting was instantaneously changed to cheers. 

"And his lordship, furthermore, requests me to state, " proceededSharples, in a hoarse tone, "that he'll be responsible for the doctors'bill of all such gem'men as have received broken pates, or beenother_wise_ damaged in the fray--ough! ough!"

"Hurrah!" shouted the mob. 

"We're all damaged--we've all got broken pates, " cried a dozen voices. 

"Ay, good luck to him! so we have, " rejoined Terence; "but we've noobjection to take out the dochter's bill in drink. "

"None whatever, " replied the mob. 

"Your answer, gem'men?" demanded Sharples. 

"Long life to the Markis, and we accept his honourable proposal, "responded the mob. 

"Long life to the Marquis!" reiterated Terence; "he's an honour to ouldIreland!"

"Didn't I tell you how it would be?" remarked Quilt. 

"Troth, and so did you, " returned the watchman; "but I couldn't belaveit. In futur', I'll keep the 'Evenin' Star' for his lordship's enemies. "

"You'd better, " replied Quilt. "But bring your glim this way. I've acouple of kinchens in yonder rattler, whom I wish to place under oldSharples's care. "

"Be handy, then, " rejoined Terence, "or, I'll lose my share of the smartmoney. "

With the assistance of Terence, and a linkboy who volunteered hisservices, Quilt soon removed the prisoners from the coach, and leavingSheppard to the custody of Abraham, proceeded to drag Thames towards theround-house. Not a word had been exchanged between the two boys on theroad. Whenever Jack attempted to speak, he was checked by an angry growlfrom Abraham; and Thames, though his heart was full almost to bursting, felt no inclination to break the silence. His thoughts, indeed, were toopainful for utterance, and so acute were his feelings, that, for sometime, they quite overcame him. But his grief was of short duration. Theelastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coachstopped, his tears had ceased to flow. As to Jack Sheppard, he appearedutterly reckless and insensible, and did nothing but whistle and singthe whole way. 

While he was dragged along in the manner just described, Thames lookedaround to ascertain, if possible, where he was; for he did not putentire faith in Jonathan's threat of sending him to the round-house, andapprehensive of something even worse than imprisonment. The aspect ofthe place, so far as he could discern through the gloom, was strange tohim; but chancing to raise his eyes above the level of the surroundinghabitations, he beheld, relieved against the sombre sky, the tallsteeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later. He recognised thisobject at once. Jonathan had not deceived him. 

"What's this here kinchen _in_ for?" asked Terence, as he and Quiltstrode along, with Thames between them. 

"What for?" rejoined Quilt, evasively. 

"Oh! nothin' partickler--mere curossity, " replied Terence. "By thepowers!" he added, turning his lantern full upon the face of thecaptive, "he's a nice genn-teel-lookin' kiddy, I must say. Pity he'sta'en to bad ways so airly. "

"You may spare me your compassion, friend, " observed Thames; "I amfalsely detained. "

"Of course, " rejoined Quilt, maliciously; "every thief is so. If we wereto wait till a prig was rightfully nabbed, we might tarry till doomsday. We never supposed you helped yourself to a picture set withdiamonds--not we!"

"Is the guv'ner consarned in this job?" asked Terence, in a whisper. 

"He is, " returned Quilt, significantly. "Zounds! what's that!" he cried, as the noise of a scuffle was heard behind them. "The other kid's givenmy partner the slip. Here, take this youngster, Terry; my legs arelighter than old Nab's. " And, committing Thames to the care of thewatchman, he darted after the fugitive. 

"Do you wish to earn a rich reward, my good friend?" said Thames to thewatchman, as soon as they were left alone. 

"Is it by lettin' you go, my darlin', that I'm to airn it?" inquiredTerence. "If so, it won't pay. You're Mister Wild's pris'ner, and worseluck to it!"

"I don't ask you to liberate me, " urged Thames; "but will you convey amessage for me?"

"Where to, honey?"

"To Mr. Wood's, the carpenter in Wych Street. He lives near the BlackLion. "

"The Black Lion!" echoed Terence. "I know the house well; by the sametoken that it's a flash crib. Och! many a mug o' bubb have I drained wi'the landlord, Joe Hind. And so Misther Wudd lives near the Black Lion, eh?"

"He does, " replied Thames. "Tell him that I--his adopted son, ThamesDarrell--am detained here by Jonathan Wild. "

"Thames Ditton--is that your name?"

"No, " replied the boy, impatiently; "Darrell--Thames Darrell. "

"I'll not forget it. It's a mighty quare 'un, though. I never yet heardof a Christians as was named after the Shannon or the Liffy; and theThames is no better than a dhurty puddle, compared wi' them two noblestrames. But then you're an adopted son, and that makes all thedifference. People do call their unlawful children strange names. Areyou quite shure you haven't another alyas, Masther Thames Ditton?"

"Darrell, I tell you. Will you go? You'll be paid handsomely for yourtrouble. "

"I don't mind the throuble, " hesitated Terence, who was really agood-hearted fellow at the bottom; "and I'd like to sarve you if Icould, for you look like a gentleman's son, and that goes a great waywi' me. But if Misther Wild were to find out that I thwarted hisschames----"

"I'd not be in your skin for a trifle, " interrupted Quilt, who havingsecured Sheppard, and delivered him to Abraham, now approached themunawares; "and it shan't be my fault if he don't hear of it. "

"'Ouns!" ejaculated Terence, in alarm, "would you turn snitch on yourold pal, Quilt?"

"Ay, if he plays a-cross, " returned Quilt. "Come along, my sly shaver. With all your cunning, we're more than a match for you. "

"But not for me, " growled Terence, in an under tone. 

"Remember!" cried Quilt, as he forced the captive along. 

"Remember the devil!" retorted Terence, who had recovered his naturalaudacity. "Do you think I'm afeard of a beggarly thief-taker and hismyrmidons? Not I. Master Thames Ditton, I'll do your biddin'; and you, Misther Quilt Arnold, may do your worst, I defy you. "

"Dog!" exclaimed Quilt, turning fiercely upon him, "do you threaten?"

But the watchman eluded his grasp, and, mingling with the crowd, disappeared. 

CHAPTER XII. 

Saint Giles's Round-house. 

Saint Giles's Round-house was an old detached fabric, standing in anangle of Kendrick Yard. Originally built, as its name imports, in acylindrical form, like a modern Martello tower, it had undergone, fromtime to time, so many alterations, that its symmetry was, in a greatmeasure, destroyed. Bulging out more in the middle than at the twoextremities, it resembled an enormous cask set on its end, --a sort ofHeidelberg tun on a large scale, --and this resemblance was increased bythe small circular aperture--it hardly deserved to be called adoor--pierced, like the bung-hole of a barrell, through the side of thestructure, at some distance from the ground, and approached by a flightof wooden steps. The prison was two stories high, with a flat roofsurmounted by a gilt vane fashioned like a key; and, possessingconsiderable internal accommodation, it had, in its day, lodged somethousands of disorderly personages. The windows were small, and stronglygrated, looking, in front, on Kendrick Yard, and, at the back, upon thespacious burial-ground of Saint Giles's Church. Lights gleamed from thelower rooms, and, on a nearer approach to the building, the sound ofrevelry might be heard from within. 

Warned of the approach of the prisoners by the increased clamour, Sharples, who was busied in distributing the Marquis's donation, affected to throw the remainder of the money among the crowd, though, inreality, he kept back a couple of guineas, which he slipped into hissleeve, and running hastily up the steps, unlocked the door. He wasfollowed, more leisurely, by the prisoners; and, during their ascent, Jack Sheppard made a second attempt to escape by ducking suddenly down, and endeavouring to pass under his conductor's legs. The dress of thedwarfish Jew was not, however, favourable to this expedient. Jack wascaught, as in a trap, by the pendant tails of Abraham's long frock; and, instead of obtaining his release by his ingenuity, he only got a soundthrashing. 

Sharples received them at the threshold, and holding his lantern towardsthe prisoners to acquaint himself with their features, nodded to Quilt, between whom and himself some secret understanding seemed to subsist, and then closed and barred the door. 

"Vell, " he growled, addressing Quilt, "you know who's here, I suppose?"

"To be sure I do, " replied Quilt; "my noble friend, the Marquis ofSlaughterford. What of that?"

"Vot 'o that!" echoed Sharples, peevishly: "Everythin'. Vot am I to dovith these young imps, eh?"

"What you generally do with your prisoners, Mr. Sharples, " repliedQuilt; "lock 'em up. "

"That's easily said. But, suppose I've no place to lock 'em up in, howthen?"

Quilt looked a little perplexed. He passed his arm under that of theconstable, and drew him aside. 

"Vell, vell, " growled Sharples, after he had listened to the other'sremonstrances, "it shall be done. But it's confounded inconvenient. Onedon't often get sich a vindfal as the Markis----"

"Or such a customer as Mr. Wild, " edged in Quilt. 

"Now, then, Saint Giles!" interposed Sheppard, "are we to be kept hereall night?"

"Eh day!" exclaimed Sharples: "wot new-fledged bantam's this?"

"One that wants to go to roost, " replied Sheppard. "So, stir yourstumps, Saint Giles; and, if you mean to lock us up, use despatch. "

"Comin'! comin'!" returned the constable, shuffling towards him. 

"Coming!--so is midnight--so is Jonathan Wild, " retorted Jack, with asignificant look at Thames. 

"Have you never an out-o-the-vay corner, into vich you could shtow thesetroublesome warmint?" observed Abraham. "The guv'ner'll be here aforemidnight. "

Darrell's attention was drawn to the latter part of this speech by aslight pressure on his foot. And, turning at the touch, he perceivedSheppard's glance fixed meaningly upon him. 

"Stow it, Nab!" exclaimed Quilt, angrily; "the kinchen's awake. "

"Awake!--to be sure I am, my flash cove, " replied Sheppard; "I'm down asa hammer. "

"I've just bethought me of a crib as'll serve their turn, " interposedSharples, "at any rate, they'll be out o' the vay, and as safe as twochicks in a coop. "

"Lead the way to it then, Saint Giles, " said Jack, in a tone of mockauthority. 

The place, in which they stood, was a small entrance-chamber, cut off, like the segment of a circle, from the main apartment, (of which it isneedless to say it originally constituted a portion, ) by a stout woodenpartition. A door led to the inner room; and it was evident from thepeals of merriment, and other noises, that, ever and anon, resoundedfrom within, that this chamber was occupied by the Marquis and hisfriends. Against the walls hung an assortment of staves, brown-bills, (weapons then borne by the watch, ) muskets, handcuffs, great-coats, andlanterns. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with arusty grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort ofbox, contrived between the wall and the boards, that looked like anapology for a cupboard. Towards this box Sharples directed his steps, and, unlocking a hatch in the door, disclosed a recess scarcely aslarge, and certainly not as clean, as a dog-kennel. 

"Vill this do?" demanded the constable, taking the candle from thelantern, the better to display the narrow limits of the hole. "I callthis ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells inGuildhall. I _have_ squeezed three kids into it afore now. To be sure, "he added, lowering his tone, "they wos little 'uns, and one on 'em wassmothered--ough! ough!--how this cough chokes me!"

Sheppard, meanwhile, whose hands were at liberty, managed to possesshimself, unperceived, of the spike of a halbert, which was lying, apartfrom the pole, upon a bench near him. Having secured this implement, heburst from his conductor, and, leaping into the hatch, as clownsgenerally spring into the clock-faces, when in pursuit of harlequin inthe pantomime, --that is, back foremost, --broke into a fit of loud andderisive laughter, kicking his heels merrily all the time against theboards. His mirth, however, received an unpleasant check; for Abraham, greatly incensed by his previous conduct, caught him by the legs, andpushed him with such violence into the hole that the point of thespike, which he had placed in his pocket, found its way through hisclothes to the flesh, inflicting a slight, but painful wound. Jack, whohad something of the Spartan in his composition, endured his martyrdomwithout flinching; and carried his stoical indifference so far, as evento make a mocking grimace in Sharples's face, while that amiablefunctionary thrust Thames into the recess beside him. 

"How go you like your quarters, sauce-box?" asked Sharples, in a jeeringtone. 

"Better than your company, Saint Giles, " replied Sheppard; "so, shut thedoor, and make yourself scarce. "

"That boy'll never rest till he finds his vay to Bridewell, " observedSharples. 

"Or the street, " returned Jack: "mind my words, the prison's not builtthat can keep me. "

"We'll see that, young hempseed, " replied Sharples, shutting the hatchfuriously in his face, and locking it. "If you get out o' that cage, I'll forgive you. Now, come along, gem'men, and I'll show you someprecious sport. "

The two janizaries followed him as far as the entrance to the innerroom, when Abraham, raising his finger to his lips, and glancingsignificantly in the direction of the boys, to explain his intention tohis companions, closed the door after them, and stole softly back again, planting himself near the recess. 

For a few minutes all was silent. At length Jack Sheppardobserved:--"The coast's clear. They're gone into the next room. "

Darrell returned no answer. 

"Don't be angry with me, Thames, " continued Sheppard, in a tonecalculated, as he thought, to appease his companion's indignation. "Idid all for the best, as I'll explain. "

"I won't reproach you, Jack, " said the other, sternly. "I've done withyou. "

"Not quite, I hope, " rejoined Sheppard. "At all events, I've not donewith you. If you owe your confinement to me, you shall owe yourliberation to me, also. "

"I'd rather lie here for ever, than be indebted to _you_ for myfreedom, " returned Thames. 

"I've done nothing to offend you, " persisted Jack. "Nothing!" echoed theother, scornfully. "You've perjured yourself. "

"That's my own concern, " rejoined Sheppard. "An oath weighs little withme, compared with your safety. "

"No more of this, " interrupted Thames, "you make the matter worse bythese excuses. "

"Quarrel with me as much as you please, Thames, but hear me, " returnedSheppard. "I took the course I pursued to serve you. "

"Tush!" cried Thames; "you accused me to skreen yourself. "

"On my soul, Thames, you wrong me!" replied Jack, passionately. "I'd laydown my life for yours. "

"And you expect me to believe you after what has passed?"

"I do; and, more than that, I expect you to thank me. "

"For procuring my imprisonment?"

"For saving your life. "

"How?"

"Listen to me, Thames. You're in a more serious scrape than you imagine. I overheard Jonathan Wild's instructions to Quilt Arnold, and though hespoke in slang, and in an under tone, my quick ears, and acquaintancewith the thieves' lingo, enabled me to make out every word he uttered. Jonathan is in league with Sir Rowland to make away with you. You arebrought here that their designs may be carried into effect with greatersecurity. Before morning, unless, we can effect an escape, you'll bekidnapped, or murdered, and your disappearance attributed to thenegligence of the constable. "

"Are you sure of this?" asked Thames, who, though as brave a lad as needbe, could not repress a shudder at the intelligence. 

"Certain. The moment I entered the room, and found you a prisoner in thehands of Jonathan Wild, I guessed how matters stood, and actedaccordingly. Things haven't gone quite as smoothly as I anticipated;but they might have been worse. I _can_ save you, and _will_. But, saywe're friends. "

"You're not deceiving me!" said Thames, doubtfully. 

"I am not, by Heaven!" replied Sheppard, firmly. 

"Don't swear, Jack, or I shall distrust you. I can't give you my hand;but you may take it. "

"Thank you! thank you!" faltered Jack, in a voice full of emotion. "I'llsoon free you from these bracelets. "

"You needn't trouble yourself, " replied Thames. "Mr. Wood will be herepresently. "

"Mr. Wood!" exclaimed Jack, in surprise. "How have you managed tocommunicate with him?"

Abraham, who had listened attentively to the foregoingconversation, --not a word of which escaped him, --now drew in his breath, and brought his ear closer to the boards. 

"By means of the watchman who had the charge of me, " replied Thames. 

"Curse him!" muttered Abraham. 

"Hist!" exclaimed Jack. "I thought I heard a noise. Speak lower. Somebody may be on the watch--perhaps, that old ginger-hackled Jew. "

"I don't care if he is, " rejoined Thames, boldly. "He'll learn that hisplans will be defeated. "

"He may learn how to defeat yours, " replied Jack. 

"So he may, " rejoined Abraham, aloud, "so he may. "

"Death and fiends!" exclaimed Jack; "the old thief _is_ there. I knewit. You've betrayed yourself, Thames. "

"Vot o' that?" chuckled Abraham. "_You_ can shave him, you know. "

"I _can_, " rejoined Jack; "and you, too, old Aaron, if I'd a razor. "

"How soon do you expect Mishter Vudd?" inquired the janizary, tauntingly. 

"What's that to you?" retorted Jack, surlily. 

"Because I shouldn't like to be out o' the vay ven he arrives, " returnedAbraham, in a jeering tone; "it vouldn't be vell bred. "

"Vouldn't it!" replied Jack, mimicking his snuffling voice; "then shtayvere you are, and be cursed to you. "

"It's all up, " muttered Thames. "Mr. Wood will be intercepted. I'vedestroyed my only chance. "

"Not your _only_ chance, Thames, " returned Jack, in the same undertone;"but your best. Never mind. We'll turn the tables upon 'em yet. Do youthink we could manage that old clothesman between us, if we got out ofthis box?"

"I'd manage him myself, if my arms were free, " replied Thames, boldly. 

"Shpeak up, vill you?" cried Abraham, rapping his knuckles against thehatch. "I likes to hear vot you says. You _can_ have no shecrets fromme. "

"Vy don't you talk to your partner, or Saint Giles, if you vantconversation, Aaron?" asked Jack, slyly. 

"Because they're in the next room, and the door's shut; that's vy, myjack-a-dandy!" replied Abraham, unsuspiciously. 

"Oh! they are--are they?" muttered Jack, triumphantly; "that'll do. Nowfor it, Thames! Make as great a row as you can to divert his attention. "

With this, he drew the spike from his pocket; and, drowning the sound ofthe operation by whistling, singing, shuffling, and other noises, contrived, in a few minutes, to liberate his companion from thehandcuffs. 

"Now, Jack, " cried Thames, warmly grasping Sheppard's hand, "you are myfriend again. I freely forgive you. "

Sheppard cordially returned the pressure; and, cautioning Thames, "notto let the ruffles drop, or they might tell a tale, " began to warble thefollowing fragment of a robber melody:--

 "Oh! give me a chisel, a knife, or a file, And the dubsmen shall find that I'll do it in style! _Tol-de-rol!_"

"Vot the devil are you about, noisy?" inquired Abraham. 

"Practising singing, Aaron, " replied Jack. "Vot are you?"

"Practising patience, " growled Abraham. 

"Not before it's needed, " returned Jack, aloud; adding in a whisper, "get upon my shoulders, Thames. Now you're up, take this spike. Feel forthe lock, and prize it open, --you don't need to be told _how_. When it'sdone, I'll push you through. Take care of the old clothesman, and leavethe rest to me. 

 When the turnkey, next morning, stepp'd into his room, The sight of the hole in the wall struck him dumb; The sheriff's black bracelets lay strewn on the ground, But the lad that had worn 'em could nowhere be found. _Tol-de-rol!_"

As Jack concluded his ditty, the door flew open with a crash, and Thamessprang through the aperture. 

This manoeuvre was so suddenly executed that it took Abraham completelyby surprise. He was standing at the moment close to the hatch, with hisear at the keyhole, and received a severe blow in the face. He staggeredback a few paces; and, before he could recover himself, Thames trippedup his heels, and, placing the point of the spike at his throat, threatened to stab him if he attempted to stir, or cry out. Nor had Jackbeen idle all this time. Clearing the recess the instant after hiscompanion, he flew to the door of the inner room, and, locking it, tookout the key. The policy of this step was immediately apparent. Alarmedby the noise of the scuffle, Quilt and Sharples rushed to the assistanceof their comrade. But they were too late. The entrance was barredagainst them; and they had the additional mortification of hearingSheppard's loud laughter at their discomfiture. 

"I told you the prison wasn't built that could hold me, " cried Jack. 

"You're not out yet, you young hound, " rejoined Quilt, strivingineffectually to burst open the door. 

"But I soon shall be, " returned Jack; "take these, " he added, flingingthe handcuffs against the wooden partition, "and wear 'em yourself. "

"Halloo, Nab!" vociferated Quilt. "What the devil are you about! Willyou allow yourself to be beaten by a couple of kids?"

"Not if I can help it, " returned Abraham, making a desperate effort toregain his feet. "By my shalvation, boy, " he added, fiercely, "if youdon't take your hande off my peard, I'll sthrangle you. "

"Help me, Jack!" shouted Thames, "or I shan't be able to keep thevillain down. "

"Stick the spike into him, then, " returned Sheppard, coolly, "while Iunbar the outlet. "

But Thames had no intention of following his friend's advice. Contentinghimself with brandishing the weapon in the Jew's eyes, he exerted allhis force to prevent him from rising. 

While this took place, while Quilt thundered at the inner door, and Jackdrew back the bolts of the outer, a deep, manly voice was heardchanting--as if in contempt of the general uproar--the followingstrain:--

 With pipe and punch upon the board, And smiling nymphs around us; No tavern could more mirth afford Than old Saint Giles's round-house! _The round-house! the round-house! The jolly--jolly round-house!_

"The jolly, jolly round-house!" chorussed Sheppard, as the last baryielded to his efforts. "Hurrah! come along, Thames; we're free. "

"Not sho fasht--not sho fasht!" cried Abraham, struggling with Thames, and detaining him; "if you go, you musht take me along vid you. "

"Save yourself, Jack!" shouted Thames, sinking beneath the superiorweight and strength of his opponent; "leave me to my fate!"

"Never, " replied Jack, hurrying towards him. And, snatching the spikefrom Thames, he struck the janizary a severe blow on the head. "I'llmake sure work this time, " he added, about to repeat the blow. 

"Hold!" interposed Thames, "he can do no more mischief. Let us be gone. "

"As you please, " returned Jack, leaping up; "but I feel devilishlyinclined to finish him. However, it would only be robbing the hangman ofhis dues. "

With this, he was preparing to follow his friend, when their egress wasprevented by the sudden appearance of Jonathan Wild and Blueskin. 

CHAPTER XIII. 

The Magdalene. 

The household of the worthy carpenter, it may be conceived, was throwninto the utmost confusion and distress by the unaccountabledisappearance of the two boys. As time wore on, and they did not return, Mr. Wood's anxiety grew so insupportable, that he seized his hat withthe intention of sallying forth in search of them, though he did notknow whither to bend his steps, when his departure was arrested by agentle knock at the door. 

"There he is!" cried Winifred, starting up, joyfully, and proving by theexclamation that her thoughts were dwelling upon one subject only. "There he is!"

"I fear not, " said her father, with a doubtful shake of the head. "Thames would let himself in; and Jack generally finds an entrancethrough the backdoor or the shop-window, when he has been out atuntimely hours. But, go and see who it is, love. Stay! I'll go myself. "

His daughter, however, anticipated him. She flew to the door, butreturned the next minute, looking deeply disappointed, and bringing theintelligence that it was "only Mrs. Sheppard. "

"Who?" almost screamed Mrs. Wood. 

"Jack Sheppard's mother, " answered the little girl, dejectedly; "she hasbrought a basket of eggs from Willesden, and some flowers for you. "

"For me!" vociferated Mrs. Wood, in indignant surprise. "Eggs for me!You mistake, child. They must be for your father. "

"No; I'm quite sure she said they're for you, " replied Winifred; "butshe _does_ want to see father. "

"I thought as much, " sneered Mrs. Wood. 

"I'll go to her directly, " said Wood, bustling towards the door. "I daresay she has called to inquire about Jack. "

"I dare say no such thing, " interposed his better half, authoritatively;"remain where you are, Sir. "

"At all events, let me send her away, my dear, " supplicated thecarpenter, anxious to avert the impending storm. 

"Do you hear me?" cried the lady, with increasing vehemence. "Stir afoot, at your peril. "

"But, my love, " still remonstrated Wood, "you know I'm going to lookafter the boys----"

"After Mrs. Sheppard, you mean, Sir, " interrupted his wife, ironically. "Don't think to deceive me by your false pretences. Marry, come up! I'mnot so easily deluded. Sit down, I command you. Winny, show the personinto this room. I'll see her myself; and that's more than she bargainedfor, I'll be sworn. "

Finding it useless to struggle further, Mr. Wood sank, submissively, into a chair, while his daughter hastened to execute her arbitraryparent's commission. 

"At length, I have my wish, " continued Mrs. Wood, regarding her husbandwith a glance of vindictive triumph. "I shall behold the shamelesshussy, face to face; and, if I find her as good-looking as she'srepresented, I don't know what I'll do in the end; but I'll begin byscratching her eyes out. "

In this temper, it will naturally be imagined, that Mrs. Wood'sreception of the widow, who, at that moment, was ushered into the roomby Winifred, was not particularly kind and encouraging. As sheapproached, the carpenter's wife eyed her from head to foot, in the hopeof finding something in her person or apparel to quarrel with. But shewas disappointed. Mrs. Sheppard's dress--extremely neat and clean, butsimply fashioned, and of the plainest and most unpretendingmaterial, --offered nothing assailable; and her demeanour was so humble, and her looks so modest, that--if she had been ill-looking--she might, possibly, have escaped the shafts of malice preparing to be levelledagainst her. But, alas! she was beautiful--and beauty is a crime not tobe forgiven by a jealous woman. 

As the lapse of time and change of circumstances have wrought aremarkable alteration in the appearance of the poor widow, it may not beimproper to notice it here. When first brought under consideration, shewas a miserable and forlorn object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame. Now, she was the very reverse of all this. Herdress, it has just been said, was neatness and simplicity itself. Herfigure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and hercomplexion--still pale, but without its former sickly cast, --contrastedagreeably, by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darkerlashes that shaded eyes which, if they had lost some of their originalbrilliancy, had gained infinitely more in the soft and chastened lustrethat replaced it. One marked difference between the poor outcast, who, oppressed by poverty, and stung by shame, had sought temporary relief inthe stupifying draught, --that worst "medicine of a mind diseased, "--andthose of the same being, freed from her vices, and restored to comfortand contentment, if not to happiness, by a more prosperous course ofevents, was exhibited in the mouth. For the fresh and feverish hue oflip which years ago characterised this feature, was now substituted apure and wholesome bloom, evincing a total change of habits; and, thoughthe coarse character of the mouth remained, in some degree, unaltered, it was so modified in expression, that it could no longer be accounted ablemish. In fact, the whole face had undergone a transformation. All itsbetter points were improved, while the less attractive ones (and theywere few in comparison) were subdued, or removed. What was yet moreworthy of note was, that the widow's countenance had an air ofrefinement about it, of which it was utterly destitute before, and whichseemed to intimate that her true position in society was far above thatwherein accident had placed her. 

"Well, Mrs. Sheppard, " said the carpenter, advancing to meet her, andtrying to look as cheerful and composed as he could; "what brings you totown, eh?--Nothing amiss, I trust?"

"Nothing whatever, Sir, " answered the widow. "A neighbour offered me adrive to Paddington; and, as I haven't heard of my son for some time, Icouldn't resist the temptation of stepping on to inquire after him, andto thank you for your great goodness to us both, I've brought a littlegarden-stuff and a few new-laid eggs for you, Ma'am, " she added turningto Mrs. Wood, who appeared to be collecting her energies for a terribleexplosion, "in the hope that they may prove acceptable. Here's a nosegayfor you, my love, " she continued, opening her basket, and presenting afragrant bunch of flowers to Winifred, "if your mother will allow me togive it you. "

"Don't touch it, Winny!" screamed Mrs. Wood, "it may be poisoned. "

"I'm not afraid, mother, " said the little girl, smelling at the bouquet. "How sweet these roses are! Shall I put them into water?"

"Put them where they came from, " replied Mrs. Wood, severely, "and go tobed. "

"But, mother, mayn't I sit up to see whether Thames returns?" imploredWinifred. 

"What can it matter to you whether he returns or not, child, " rejoinedMrs. Wood, sharply. "I've spoken. And my word's law--with _you_, atleast, " she added, bestowing a cutting glance upon her husband. 

The little girl uttered no remonstrance; but, replacing the flowers inthe basket, burst into tears, and withdrew. 

Mrs. Sheppard, who witnessed this occurrence with dismay, lookedtimorously at Wood, in expectation of some hint being given as to thecourse she had better pursue; but, receiving none, for the carpenter wastoo much agitated to attend to her, she ventured to express a fear thatshe was intruding. 

"Intruding!" echoed Mrs. Wood; "to be sure you are! I wonder how youdare show your face in this house, hussy!"

"I thought you sent for me, Ma'am, " replied the widow, humbly. 

"So I did, " retorted Mrs. Wood; "and I did so to see how far youreffrontery would carry you. "

"I'm sure I'm very sorry. I hope I haven't given any unintentionaloffence?" said the widow, again meekly appealing to Wood. 

"Don't exchange glances with him under my very nose, woman!" shriekedMrs. Wood; "I'll not bear it. Look at me, and answer me one question. And, mind! no prevaricating--nothing but the truth will satisfy me. "

Mrs. Sheppard raised her eyes, and fixed them upon her interrogator. 

"Are you not that man's mistress?" demanded Mrs. Wood, with a look meantto reduce her supposed rival to the dust. 

"I am no man's mistress, " answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. 

"That's false!" cried Mrs. Wood. "I'm too well acquainted with yourproceedings, Madam, to believe that. Profligate women are neverreclaimed. _He_ has told me sufficient of you--"

"My dear, " interposed Wood, "for goodness' sake--"

"I _will_ speak, " screamed his wife, totally disregarding theinterruption; "I _will_ tell this worthless creature what I know abouther, --and what I think of her. "

"Not now, my love--not now, " entreated Wood. 

"Yes, _now_, " rejoined the infuriated dame; "perhaps, I may never haveanother opportunity. She has contrived to keep out of my sight up tothis time, and I've no doubt she'll keep out of it altogether for thefuture. "

"That was my doing, dearest, " urged the carpenter; "I was afraid if yousaw her that some such scene as this might occur. "

"Hear me, Madam, I beseech you, " interposed Mrs. Sheppard, "and, if itplease you to visit your indignation on any one let it be upon me, andnot on your excellent husband, whose only fault is in having bestowedhis charity upon so unworthy an object as myself. "

"Unworthy, indeed!" sneered Mrs. Wood. 

"To him I owe everything, " continued the widow, "life itself--nay, morethan life, --for without his assistance I should have perished, body andsoul. He has been a father to me and my child. "

"I never doubted the latter point, I assure you, Madam, " observed Mrs. Wood. 

"You have said, " pursued the widow, "that she, who has once erred, isirreclaimable. Do not believe it, Madam. It is not so. The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soulabhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is withoutthe pale of mercy. I have suffered--I have sinned--I have repented. And, though neither peace nor innocence can be restored to my bosom; thoughtears cannot blot out my offences, nor sorrow drown my shame; yet, knowing that my penitence is sincere, I do not despair that mytransgressions may be forgiven. "

"Mighty fine!" ejaculated Mrs. Wood, contemptuously. 

"You cannot understand me, Madam; and it is well you cannot. Blest witha fond husband, surrounded by every comfort, _you_ have never beenassailed by the horrible temptations to which misery has exposed _me_. You have never known what it is to want food, raiment, shelter. You havenever seen the child within your arms perishing from hunger, and norelief to be obtained. You have never felt the hearts of all hardenedagainst you; have never heard the jeer or curse from every lip; norendured the insult and the blow from every hand. I _have_ suffered allthis. I could resist the tempter _now_, I am strong in health, --in mind. But _then_--Oh! Madam, there are moments--moments of darkness, whichovershadow a whole existence--in the lives of the poor houselesswretches who traverse the streets, when reason is well-nigh benighted;when the horrible promptings of despair can, alone, be listened to; andwhen vice itself assumes the aspect of virtue. Pardon what I have said, Madam. I do not desire to extenuate my guilt--far less to defend it; butI would show you, and such as you--who, happily, are exempted fromtrials like mine--how much misery has to do with crime. And I affirm toyou, on my own conviction, that she who falls, because she has notstrength granted her to struggle with affliction, _may_ bereclaimed, --may repent, and be forgiven, --even as she, whose sins, 'though many, were forgiven her'. 

"It gladdens me to hear you talk thus, Joan, " said Wood, in a voice ofmuch emotion, while his eyes filled with tears, "and more than repays mefor all I have done for you. "

"If professions of repentance constitute a Magdalene, Mrs. Sheppard isone, no doubt, " observed Mrs. Wood, ironically; "but I used to think itrequired something more than _mere words_ to prove that a person'scharacter was abused. "

"Very right, my love, " said Wood, "very sensibly remarked. So it does. Bu I can speak to that point. Mrs. Sheppard's conduct, from my ownpersonal knowledge, has been unexceptionable for the last twelve years. During that period she has been a model of propriety. "

"Oh! of course, " rejoined Mrs. Wood; "I can't for an instant questionsuch distinterested testimony. Mrs. Sheppard, I'm sure, will say as muchfor you. He's a model of conjugal attachment and fidelity, a pattern tohis family, and an example to his neighbours. Ain't he, Madam?'"

"He is, indeed, " replied the widow, fervently; "more--much more thanthat. "

"He's no such thing!" cried Mrs. Wood, furiously. "He's a base, deceitful, tyrannical, hoary-headed libertine--that's what he is. But, I'll expose him. I'll proclaim his misdoings to the world; and, then, weshall see where he'll stand. Marry, come up! I'll show him what aninjured wife can do. If all wives were of my mind and my spirit, husbands would soon be taught their own insignificance. But a time_will_ come (and that before long, ) when our sex will assert itssuperiority; and, when we have got the upper hand, let 'em try to subdueus if they can. But don't suppose, Madam, that anything I say hasreference to you. I'm speaking of virtuous women--of WIVES, Madam. Mistresses neither deserve consideration nor commiseration. "

"I expect no commiseration, " returned Mrs. Sheppard, gently, "nor do Ineed any. But, rather than be the cause of any further misunderstandingbetween you and my benefactor, I will leave London and its neighbourhoodfor ever. "

"Pray do so, Madam, " retorted Mrs. Wood, "and take your son with you. "

"My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. 

"Yes, your son, Madam. If you can do any good with him, it's more thanwe can. The house will be well rid of him, for a more idle, good-for-nothing reprobate never crossed its threshold. "

"Is this true, Sir?" cried Mrs. Sheppard, with an agonized look at Wood. "I know you'll not deceive me. Is Jack what Mrs. Wood represents him?"

"He's not exactly what I could desire him to be, Joan, " replied thecarpenter, reluctantly, "But a ragged colt sometimes makes the besthorse. He'll mend, I hope. "

"Never, " said Mrs. Wood, --"he'll never mend. He has taken more than onestep towards the gallows already. Thieves and pickpockets are hisconstant companions. "

"Thieves!" exclaimed Mrs. Sheppard, horror-stricken. 

"Jonathan Wild and Blueskin have got him into their hands, " continuedMrs. Wood. 

"Impossible!" exclaimed the widow, wildly. 

"If you doubt my word, woman, " replied the carpenter's wife, coldly, "ask Mr. Wood. "

"I know you'll contradict it, Sir, " said the widow, looking at Wood asif she dreaded to have her fears confirmed, --"I know you will. "

"I wish I could, Joan, " returned the carpenter, sadly. 

Mrs. Sheppard let fall her basket. 

"My son, " she murmured, wringing her hands piteously--, "my son thecompanion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. "

"Why not?" rejoined Mrs. Wood, in a taunting tone. "Your son's fatherwas a thief; and Jonathan Wild (unless I'm misinformed, ) was hisfriend, --so it's not unnatural he should show some partiality towardsJack. "

"Jonathan Wild was my husband's bitterest enemy, " said Mrs. Sheppard. "He first seduced him from the paths of honesty, and then betrayed himto a shameful death, and he has sworn to do the same thing by my son. Oh, Heavens; that I should have ever indulged a hope of happiness whilethat terrible man lives!"

"Compose yourself, Joan, " said Wood; "all will yet be well. "

"Oh, no, --no, " replied Mrs. Sheppard, distractedly. "All cannot be well, if this is true. Tell me, Sir, " she added, with forced calmness, andgrasping Wood's arm; "what has Jack done? Tell me in a word, that I mayknow the worst. I can bear anything but suspense. "

"You're agitating yourself unnecessarily, Joan, " returned Wood, in asoothing voice. "Jack has been keeping bad company. That's the onlyfault I know of. "

"Thank God for that!" ejaculated Mrs. Sheppard, fervently. "Then it isnot too late to save him. Where is he, Sir? Can I see him?"

"No, that you can't, " answered Mrs. Wood; "he has gone out withoutleave, and has taken Thames Darrell with him. If I were Mr. Wood, whenhe does return, I'd send him about his business. I wouldn't keep anapprentice to set my authority at defiance. "

Mr. Wood's reply, if he intended any, was cut short by a loud knockingat the door. 

"'Odd's-my-life!--what's that?" he cried, greatly alarmed. 

"It's Jonathan Wild come back with a troop of constables at his heels, to search the house, " rejoined Mrs. Wood, in equal trepidation. "Weshall all be murdered. Oh! that Mr. Kneebone were here to protect me!"

"If it _is_ Jonathan, " rejoined Wood, "it is very well for Mr. Kneebonehe's not here. He'd have enough to do to protect himself, withoutattending to you. I declare I'm almost afraid to go to the door. Something, I'm convinced, has happened to the boys. "

"Has Jonathan Wild been here to-day?" asked Mrs. Sheppard, anxiously. 

"To be sure he has!" returned Mrs. Wood; "and Blueskin, too. They'reonly just gone, mercy on us! what a clatter, " she added, as the knockingwas repeated more violently than before. 

While the carpenter irresolutely quitted the room, with a strongpresentiment of ill upon his mind, a light quick step was hearddescending the stairs, and before he could call out to prevent it, a manwas admitted into the passage. 

"Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice ofthe Irish watchman. 

"It is", seplied Winifred; "have you brought any tidings of ThamesDarrell!"

"Troth have I!" replied Terence: "but, bless your angilic face, how didyou contrive to guess that?"

"Is he well?--is he safe?--is he coming back, " cried the little girl, disregarding the question. 

"He's in St. Giles's round-house, " answered Terence; "but tell Mr. WuddI'm here, and have brought him a message from his unlawful son, anddon't be detainin' me, my darlin', for there's not a minute to lose ifthe poor lad's to be recused from the clutches of that thief andthief-taker o' the wurld, Jonathan Wild. "

The carpenter, upon whom no part of this hurried dialogue had been lost, now made his appearance, and having obtained from Terence all theinformation which that personage could impart respecting the periloussituation of Thames, he declared himself ready to start to Saint Giles'sat once, and ran back to the room for his hat and stick; expressing hisfirm determination, as he pocketed his constable's staff with which hethought it expedient to arm himself, of being direfully revenged uponthe thief-taker: a determination in which he was strongly encouraged byhis wife. Terence, meanwhile, who had followed him, did not remainsilent, but recapitulated his story, for the benefit of Mrs. Sheppard. The poor widow was thrown into an agony of distress on learning that arobbery had been committed, in which her son (for she could not doubtthat Jack was one of the boys, ) was implicated; nor was her anxietyalleviated by Mrs. Wood, who maintained stoutly, that if Thames had beenled to do wrong, it must be through the instrumentality of his worthlesscompanion. 

"And there you're right, you may dipind, marm, " observed Terence. "Master Thames Ditt--what's his blessed name?--has honesty written inhis handsome phiz; but as to his companion, Jack Sheppard, I think youcall him, he's a born and bred thief. Lord bless you marm! we seesplenty on 'em in our purfession. Them young prigs is all alike. I seedhe was one, --and a sharp un, too, --at a glance. "

"Oh!" exclaimed the widow, covering her face with her hands. 

"Take a drop of brandy before we start, watchman, " said Wood, pouringout a glass of spirit, and presenting it to Terence, who smacked hislips as he disposed of it. "Won't you be persuaded, Joan?" he added, making a similar offer to Mrs. Sheppard, which she gratefully declined. "If you mean to accompany us, you may need it. "

"You are very kind, Sir, " returned the widow, "but I require no support. Nothing stronger than water has passed my lips for years. "

"We may believe as much of that as we please, I suppose, " observed thecarpenter's wife, with a sneer. "Mr. Wood, " she continued, in anauthoritative tone, seeing her husband ready to depart, "one word beforeyou set out. If Jack Sheppard or his mother ever enter this house again, I leave it--that's all. Now, do what you please. You know _my_ fixeddetermination. "

Mr. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, andbidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. He was followed with equalcelerity by Terence and the widow. Traversing what remained of WychStreet at a rapid pace, and speeding along Drury Lane, the trio soonfound themselves in Kendrick Yard. When they came to the round-house, Terry's courage failed him. Such was the terror inspired by Wild'svindictive character, that few durst face him who had given him causefor displeasure. Aware that he should incur the thief-taker's bitterestanimosity by what he had done, the watchman, whose wrath against QuiltArnold had evaporated during the walk, thought it more prudent not tohazard a meeting with his master, till the storm had, in some measure, blown over. Accordingly, having given Wood such directions as he thoughtnecessary for his guidance, and received a handsome gratuity in returnfor his services, he departed. 

It was not without considerable demur and delay on the part of Sharplesthat the carpenter and his companion could gain admittance to theround-house. Reconnoitring them through a small grated loophole, herefused to open the door till they had explained their business. This, Wood, acting upon Terry's caution, was most unwilling to do; but, finding he had no alternative, he reluctantly made known his errand andthe bolts were undrawn. Once in, the constable's manner appeared totallychanged. He was now as civil as he had just been insolent. Apologizingfor their detention, he answered the questions put to him respecting theboys, by positively denying that any such prisoners had been entrustedto his charge, but offered to conduct him to every cell in the buildingto prove the truth of his assertion. He then barred and double-lockedthe door, took out the key, (a precautionary measure which, with a grimsmile, he said he never omitted, ) thrust it into his vest, and motioningthe couple to follow him, led the way to the inner room. As Wood obeyed, his foot slipped; and, casting his eyes upon the floor, he perceived itsplashed in several places with blood. From the freshness of the stains, which grew more frequent as they approached the adjoining chamber, itwas evident some violence had been recently perpetrated, and thecarpenter's own blood froze within his veins as he thought, with athrill of horror, that, perhaps on this very spot, not many minutesbefore his arrival, his adopted son might have been inhumanly butchered. Nor was this impression removed as he stole a glance at Mrs. Sheppard, and saw from her terrified look that she had made the same alarmingdiscovery as himself. But it was now too late to turn back, and, nervinghimself for the shock he expected to encounter, he ventured after hisconductor. No sooner had they entered the room than Sharples, who waitedto usher them in, hastily retreated, closed the door, and turning thekey, laughed loudly at the success of his stratagem. Vexation at hisfolly in suffering himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a shorttime silent. When he could find words, he tried by the most urgentsolicitations to prevail upon the constable to let him out. But threatsand entreaties--even promises were ineffectual; and the unlucky captive, after exhausting his powers of persuasion, was compelled to give up thepoint. 

The room in which he was detained--that lately occupied by the Mohocks, who, it appeared, had been allowed to depart, --was calculated to inspireadditional apprehension and disgust. Strongly impregnated with themingled odours of tobacco, ale, brandy, and other liquors, theatmosphere was almost stifling. The benches running round the room, though fastened to the walls by iron clamps, had been forcibly wrenchedoff; while the table, which was similarly secured to the boards, wasupset, and its contents--bottles, jugs, glasses, and bowls were brokenand scattered about in all directions. Everything proclaimed themischievous propensities of the recent occupants of the chamber. 

Here lay a heap of knockers of all sizes, from the huge lion's head tothe small brass rapper: there, a collection of sign-boards, with thenames and calling of the owners utterly obliterated. On this side stoodthe instruments with which the latter piece of pleasantry had beeneffected, --namely, a bucket filled with paint and a brush: on that waserected a trophy, consisting of a watchman's rattle, a laced hat, withthe crown knocked out, and its place supplied by a lantern, a campaignwig saturated with punch, a torn steen-kirk and ruffles, some half-dozenstaves, and a broken sword. 

As the carpenter's gaze wandered over this scene of devastation, hisattention was drawn by Mrs. Sheppard towards an appalling object in onecorner. This was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretchedupon a mattress, with his head bound up in a linen cloth, through whichthe blood had oosed. Near the body, which, it will be surmised, was thatof Abraham Mendez, two ruffianly personages were seated, quietlysmoking, and bestowing no sort of attention upon the new-comers. Theirconversation was conducted in the flash language, and, thoughunintelligible to Wood, was easily comprehended by this companion, wholearnt, to her dismay, that the wounded man had received his hurt fromher son, whose courage and dexterity formed the present subject of theirdiscourse. From other obscure hints dropped by the speakers, Mrs. Sheppard ascertained that Thames Darrell had been carried off--where shecould not make out--by Jonathan Wild and Quilt Arnold; and that Jack hadbeen induced to accompany Blueskin to the Mint. This intelligence, whichshe instantly communicated to the carpenter, drove him almost frantic. He renewed his supplications to Sharples, but with no better successthan heretofore; and the greater part of the night was passed by him andthe poor widow, whose anxiety, if possible, exceeded his own, in themost miserable state imaginable. 

At length, about three o'clock, as the first glimmer of dawn becamevisible through the barred casements of the round-house, the rattling ofbolts and chains at the outer door told that some one was admitted. Whoever this might be, the visit seemed to have some reference to thecarpenter, for, shortly afterwards, Sharples made his appearance, andinformed the captives they were free. Without waiting to have theinformation repeated, Wood rushed forth, determined as soon as he couldprocure assistance, to proceed to Jonathan Wild's house in the OldBailey; while Mrs. Sheppard, whose maternal fears drew her in anotherdirection, hurried off to the Mint. 

CHAPTER XIV. 

The Flash Ken. 

In an incredibly short space of time, --for her anxiety lent wings to herfeet, --Mrs. Sheppard reached the debtor's garrison. From a scoutstationed at the northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon ofthe place, with which long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, sheascertained that Blueskin, accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by thedescription must be her son, had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross Shovels. This was enough for the poorwidow. She felt she was now near her boy, and, nothing doubting herability to rescue him from his perilous situation, she breathed afervent prayer for his deliverance; and bending her steps towards thetavern in question, revolved within her mind as she walked along thebest means of accomplishing her purpose. Aware of the cunning anddesperate characters of the persons with whom she would have todeal, --aware, also, that she was in a quarter where no laws could beappealed to, nor assistance obtained, she felt the absolute necessity ofcaution. Accordingly, when she arrived at the Shovels, with which, as anold haunt in her bygone days of wretchedness she was well acquainted, instead of entering the principal apartment, which she saw at a glancewas crowded with company of both sexes, she turned into a small room onthe left of the bar, and, as an excuse for so doing, called forsomething to drink. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend toher, and she would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage within, through a little curtained windowthat overlooked the adjoining chamber, if an impediment had not existedin the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly person entirely obscuredthe view. The Master of the Mint, in the exercise of his two-fold officeof governor and publican, was mounted upon a chair, and holding forth tohis guests in a speech, to which Mrs. Sheppard was unwillingly compelledto listen. 

"Gentlemen of the Mint, " said the orator, "when I was first called, somefifty years ago, to the important office I hold, there existed acrossthe water three places of refuge for the oppressed and persecuteddebtor. "

"We know it, " cried several voices. 

"It happened, gentlemen, " pursued the Master, "on a particular occasion, about the time I've mentioned, that the Archduke of Alsatia, theSovereign of the Savoy, and the Satrap of Salisbury Court, met byaccident at the Cross Shovels. A jolly night we made of it, as you maysuppose; for four such monarchs don't often come together. Well, whilewe were smoking our pipes, and quaffing our punch, Alsatia turns to meand says, 'Mint, ' says he, 'you're well off here. '--'Pretty well, ' saysI; 'you're not badly off at the Friars, for that matter. '--'Oh! yes weare, ' says he. --'How so?' says I. --'It's all up with us, ' says he;'they've taken away our charter. '--'They can't, ' says I. --'They have, 'says he. --'They can't, I tell you, ' says I, in a bit of a passion; 'it'sunconstitutional. '--'Unconstitutional or not, ' says Salisbury Court andSavoy, speaking together, 'it's true. We shall become a prey to thePhilistines, and must turn honest in self-defence. '--'No fear o' that, 'thought I. --'I see how it'll be, ' observed Alsatia, 'everybody'll payhis debts, and only think of such a state of things as that. '--'It's_not_ to be thought of, ' says I, thumping the table till every glass onit jingled; 'and I know a way as'll prevent it. '--'What is it, Mint?'asked all three. --'Why, hang every bailiff that sets a foot in yourterritories, and you're safe, ' says I. --'We'll do it, ' said they, filling their glasses, and looking as fierce as King George's grenadierguards; 'here's your health, Mint. ' But, gentlemen, though they talkedso largely, and looked so fiercely, they did _not_ do it; they did _not_hang the bailiffs; and where are they?"

"Ay, where are they?" echoed the company with indignant derision. 

"Gentlemen, " returned the Master, solemnly, "it is a question easilyanswered--they are NOWHERE! Had they hanged the bailiffs, the bailiffswould not have hanged them. We ourselves have been similarlycircumstanced. Attacked by an infamous and unconstitutional statute, passed in the reign of the late usurper, William of Orange, (for I mayremark that, if the right king had been upon the throne, that illegalenactment would never have received the royal assent--theStuarts--Heaven preserve 'em!--always siding with the debtors); attackedin this outrageous manner, I repeat, it has been all but '_up_' with US!But the vigorous resistance offered on that memorable occasion by thepatriotic inhabitants of Bermuda to the aggressions of arbitrary power, secured and established their privileges on a firmer basis thanheretofore; and, while their pusillanimous allies were crushed andannihilated, they became more prosperous than ever. Gentlemen, I amproud to say that _I_ originated--that _I_ directed those measures. Ihope to see the day, when not Southwark alone, but London itself shallbecome one Mint, --when all men shall be debtors, and nonecreditors, --when imprisonment for debt shall be utterly abolished, --whenhighway-robbery shall be accounted a pleasant pastime, and forgeryan accomplishment, --when Tyburn and its gibbets shall beoverthrown, --capital punishments discontinued, --Newgate, Ludgate, theGatehouse, and the Compters razed to the ground, --Bridewell andClerkenwell destroyed, --the Fleet, the King's Bench, and the Marshalsearemembered only by name! But, in the mean time, as that day may possiblybe farther off than I anticipate, we are bound to make the most of thepresent. Take care of yourselves, gentlemen, and your governor will takecare of you. Before I sit down, I have a toast to propose, which I amsure will be received, as it deserves to be, with enthusiasm. It is thehealth of a stranger, --of Mr. John Sheppard. His father was one of myold customers, and I am happy to find his son treading in his steps. Hecouldn't be in better hands than those in which he has placed himself. Gentlemen, --Mr. Sheppard's good health, and success to him!"

Baptist's toast was received with loud applause, and, as he sat downamid the cheers of the company, and a universal clatter of mugs andglasses, the widow's view was no longer obstructed. Her eye wanderedquickly over that riotous and disorderly assemblage, until it settledupon one group more riotous and disorderly than the rest, of which herson formed the principal figure. The agonized mother could scarcelyrepress a scream at the spectacle that met her gaze. There sat Jack, evidently in the last stage of intoxication, with his collar opened, hisdress disarranged, a pipe in his mouth, a bowl of punch and ahalf-emptied rummer before him, --there he sat, receiving and returning, or rather attempting to return, --for he was almost pastconsciousness, --the blandishments of a couple of females, one of whomhad passed her arm round his neck, while the other leaned over the backof his chair and appeared from her gestures to be whispering softnonsense into his ear. 

Both these ladies possessed considerable personal attractions. Theyounger of the two, who was seated next to Jack, and seemed tomonopolize his attention, could not be more than seventeen, though herperson had all the maturity of twenty. She had delicate oval features, light, laughing blue eyes, a pretty _nez retroussé_, (why have we notthe term, since we have the best specimens of the feature?) teeth ofpearly whiteness, and a brilliant complexion, set off by rich auburnhair, a very white neck and shoulders, --the latter, perhaps, a trifletoo much exposed. The name of this damsel was Edgeworth Bess; and, asher fascinations will not, perhaps, be found to be without someinfluence upon the future fortunes of her boyish admirer, we havethought it worth while to be thus particular in describing them. Theother _bona roba_, known amongst her companions as Mistress Poll Maggot, was a beauty on a much larger scale, --in fact, a perfect Amazon. Nevertheless though nearly six feet high, and correspondinglyproportioned, she was a model of symmetry, and boasted, with the frameof a Thalestris or a Trulla, the regular lineaments of the MediceanVenus. A man's laced hat, --whether adopted from the caprice of themoment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state, --cocked knowingly onher head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. Mrs. Maggot, as wellas her companion Edgeworth Bess, was showily dressed; nor did either ofthem disdain the aid supposed to be lent to a fair skin by the contentsof the patchbox. On an empty cask, which served him for a chair, andopposite Jack Sheppard, whose rapid progress in depravity afforded himthe highest satisfaction, sat Blueskin, encouraging the two women intheir odious task, and plying his victim with the glass as often as hedeemed it expedient to do so. By this time, he had apparentlyaccomplished all he desired; for moving the bottle out of Jack's reach, he appropriated it entirely to his own use, leaving the devoted lad tothe care of the females. Some few of the individuals seated at the othertables seemed to take an interest in the proceedings of Blueskin and hisparty, just as a bystander watches any other game; but, generallyspeaking, the company were too much occupied with their own concerns topay attention to anything else. The assemblage was for the most part, ifnot altogether, composed of persons to whom vice in all its aspects wastoo familiar to present much of novelty, in whatever form it wasexhibited. Nor was Jack by any means the only stripling in the room. Notfar from him was a knot of lads drinking, swearing, and playing at diceas eagerly and as skilfully as any of the older hands. Near to thesehopeful youths sat a fence, or receiver, bargaining with a clouter, orpickpocket, for a _suit_, --or, to speak in more intelligible language, awatch and seals, two _cloaks_, commonly called watch-cases, and a_wedge-lobb, _ otherwise known as a silver snuff-box. Next to thereceiver was a gang of housebreakers, laughing over their exploits, andplanning fresh depredations; and next to the housebreakers came twogallant-looking gentlemen in long periwigs and riding-dresses, andequipped in all other respects for the road, with a roast fowl and abottle of wine before them. Amid this varied throng, --varied inappearance, but alike in character, --one object alone, we have said, rivetted Mrs. Sheppard's attention; and no sooner did she in some degreerecover from the shock occasioned by the sight of her son's debasedcondition, than, regardless of any other consideration except hisinstant removal from the contaminating society by which he wassurrounded, and utterly forgetting the more cautious plan she meant tohave adopted, she rushed into the room, and summoned him to follow her. 

"Halloa!" cried Jack, looking round, and trying to fix his inebriategaze upon the speaker, --"who's that?"

"Your mother, " replied Mrs. Sheppard. "Come home directly, Sir. "

"Mother be----!" returned Jack. "Who is it, Bess?"

"How should I know?" replied Edgeworth Bess. "But if it _is_ yourmother, send her about her business. "

"That I will, " replied Jack, "in the twinkling of a bedpost. "

"Glad to see you once more in the Mint, Mrs. Sheppard, " roared Blueskin, who anticipated some fun. "Come and sit down by me. "

"Take a glass of gin, Ma'am, " cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle ofspirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. "

"Jack, my love, " cried Mrs. Sheppard, disregarding the taunt, "comeaway. "

"Not I, " replied Jack; "I'm too comfortable where I am. Be off!"

"Jack!" exclaimed his unhappy parent. 

"Mr. Sheppard, if you please, Ma'am, " interrupted the lad; "I allownobody to call me Jack. Do I, Bess, eh?"

"Nobody whatever, love, " replied Edgeworth Bess; "nobody but me, dear. "

"And me, " insinuated Mrs. Maggot. "My little fancy man's quite as fondof me as of you, Bess. Ain't you, Jacky darling?"

"Not quite, Poll, " returned Mr. Sheppard; "but I love you next to her, and both of you better than _Her_, " pointing with the pipe to hismother. 

"Oh, Heavens!" cried Mrs. Sheppard. 

"Bravo!" shouted Blueskin. "Tom Sheppard never said a better thing thanthat--ho! ho!"

"Jack, " cried his mother, wringing her hands in distraction, "you'llbreak my heart!"

"Poh! poh!" returned her son; "women don't so easily break their hearts. Do they, Bess?"

"Certainly not, " replied the young lady appealed to, "especially abouttheir sons. "

"Wretch!" cried Mrs. Sheppard, bitterly. 

"I say, " retorted Edgeworth Bess, with a very unfeminine imprecation, "Ishan't stand any more of that nonsense. What do you mean by calling mewretch, Madam!" she added marching up to Mrs. Sheppard, and regardingher with an insolent and threatening glance. 

"Yes--what do you mean, Ma'am?" added Jack, staggering after her. 

"Come with me, my love, come--come, " cried his mother, seizing his hand, and endeavouring to force him away. 

"He shan't go, " cried Edgeworth Bess, holding him by the other hand. "Here, Poll, help me!"

Thus exhorted, Mrs. Maggot lent her powerful aid, and, between the two, Jack was speedily relieved from all fears of being carried off againsthis will. Not content with this exhibition of her prowess, the Amazonlifted him up as easily as if he had been an infant, and placed him uponher shoulders, to the infinite delight of the company, and the increaseddistress of his mother. 

"Now, let's see who'll dare to take him down, " she cried. 

"Nobody shall, " cried Mr. Sheppard from his elevated position. "I'm myown master now, and I'll do as I please. I'll turn cracksman, like myfather--rob old Wood--he has chests full of money, and I know wherethey're kept--I'll rob him, and give the swag to you, Poll--I'll--"

Jack would have said more; but, losing his balance, he fell to theground, and, when taken up, he was perfectly insensible. In this state, he was laid upon a bench, to sleep off his drunken fit, while hiswretched mother, in spite of her passionate supplications andresistance, was, by Blueskin's command, forcibly ejected from the house, and driven out of the Mint. 

CHAPTER XV. 

The Robbery in Willesden Church. 

During the whole of the next day and night, the poor widow hovered likea ghost about the precincts of the debtors' garrison, --for admission (bythe Master's express orders, ) was denied her. She could learn nothing ofher son, and only obtained one solitary piece of information, whichadded to, rather than alleviated her misery, --namely, that Jonathan Wildhad paid a secret visit to the Cross Shovels. At one time, shedetermined to go to Wych Street, and ask Mr. Wood's advice andassistance, but the thought of the reception she was likely to meet withfrom his wife deterred her from executing this resolution. Many otherexpedients occurred to her; but after making several ineffectualattempts to get into the Mint unobserved, they were all abandoned. 

At length, about an hour before dawn on the second day--Sunday--havingspent the early part of the night in watching at the gates of therobbers' sanctuary, and being almost exhausted from want of rest, sheset out homewards. It was a long walk she had to undertake, even if shehad endured no previous fatigue, but feeble as she was, it was almostmore than she could accomplish. Daybreak found her winding her painfulway along the Harrow Road; and, in order to shorten the distance as muchas possible, she took the nearest cut, and struck into the meadows onthe right. Crossing several fields, newly mown, or filled with lines oftedded hay, she arrived, not without great exertion, at the summit of ahill. Here her strength completely failed her, and she was compelled toseek some repose. Making her couch upon a heap of hay, she sank at onceinto a deep and refreshing slumber. 

When she awoke, the sun was high in Heaven. It was a bright andbeautiful day: _so_ bright, so beautiful, that even her sad heart wascheered by it. The air, perfumed with the delicious fragrance of thenew-mown grass, was vocal with the melodies of the birds; the thickfoliage of the trees was glistening in the sunshine; all nature seemedhappy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene Sabbath stillnessreigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit. 

What a contrast did the lovely scene she now gazed upon present to thesqualid neighbourhood she had recently quitted! On all sides, expandedprospects of country the most exquisite and most varied. Immediatelybeneath her lay Willesden, --the most charming and secluded village inthe neighbourhood of the metropolis--with its scattered farm-houses, itsnoble granges, and its old grey church-tower just peeping above a groveof rook-haunted trees. 

Towards this spot Mrs. Sheppard now directed her steps. She speedilyreached her own abode, --a little cottage, standing in the outskirts ofthe village. The first circumstance that struck her on her arrivalseemed ominous. Her clock had stopped--stopped at the very hour on whichshe had quitted the Mint! She had not the heart to wind it up again. 

After partaking of some little refreshment, and changing her attire, Mrs. Sheppard prepared for church. By this time, she had so farsucceeded in calming herself, that she answered the greetings of theneighbours whom she encountered on her way to the sacred edifice--ifsorrowfully, still composedly. 

Every old country church is beautiful, but Willesden is the mostbeautiful country church we know; and in Mrs. Sheppard's time it waseven more beautiful than at present, when the hand of improvement hasproceeded a little too rashly with alterations and repairs. With one ortwo exceptions, there were no pews; and, as the intercourse with Londonwas then but slight, the seats were occupied almost exclusively by thevillagers. In one of these seats, at the end of the aisle farthestremoved from the chancel, the widow took her place, and addressedherself fervently to her devotions. 

The service had not proceeded far, when she was greatly disturbed by theentrance of a person who placed himself opposite her, and sought toattract her attention by a number of little arts, surveying her, as hedid so, with a very impudent and offensive stare. With this person--whowas no other than Mr. Kneebone--she was too well acquainted; having, more than once, been obliged to repel his advances; and, though hisimpertinence would have given her little concern at another season, itnow added considerably to her distraction. But a far greater afflictionwas in store for her. 

Just as the clergyman approached the altar, she perceived a boy stealquickly into the church, and ensconce himself behind the woollen-draper, who, in order to carry on his amatory pursuits with greater convenience, and at the same time display his figure (of which he was not a littlevain) to the utmost advantage, preferred a standing to a sittingposture. Of this boy she had only caught a glimpse;--but that glimpsewas sufficient to satisfy her it was her son, --and, if she could havequestioned her own instinctive love, she could not question herantipathy, when she beheld, partly concealed by a pillar immediately inthe rear of the woollen-draper, the dark figure and truculent featuresof Jonathan Wild. As she looked in this direction, the thief-takerraised his eyes--those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!--their glare froze thelife-blood in her veins. 

As she averted her gaze, a terrible idea crossed her. Why was he there?why did the tempter dare to invade that sacred spot! She could notanswer her own questions, but vague fearful suspicions passed throughher mind. Meanwhile, the service proceeded; and the awful command, "_Thou shalt not steal_!" was solemnly uttered by the preacher, whenMrs. Sheppard, who had again looked round towards her son, beheld a handglance along the side of the woollen-draper. She could not see whatoccurred, though she guessed it; but she saw Jonathan's devilishtriumphing glance, and read in it, --"Your son has committed arobbery--here--in these holy walls--he is mine--mine for ever!"

She uttered a loud scream, and fainted. 

CHAPTER XVI. 

Jonathan Wild's House in the Old Bailey. 

Just as St. Sepulchre's church struck one, on the eventful night of the10th of June, (to which it will not be necessary to recur, ) a horseman, mounted on a powerful charger, and followed at a respectful distance byan attendant, galloped into the open space fronting Newgate, anddirected his course towards a house in the Old Bailey. Before he coulddraw in the rein, his steed--startled apparently by some objectundistinguishable by the rider, --swerved with such suddenness as tounseat him, and precipitate him on the ground. The next moment, however, he was picked up, and set upon his feet by a person who, havingwitnessed the accident, flew across the road to his assistance. 

"You're not hurt I hope, Sir Rowland?" inquired this individual. 

"Not materially, Mr. Wild, " replied the other, "a little shaken, that'sall. Curses light on the horse!" he added, seizing the bridle of hissteed, who continued snorting and shivering, as if still under theinfluence of some unaccountable alarm; "what can ail him?"

"_I_ know what ails him, your honour, " rejoined the groom, riding up ashe spoke; "he's seen somethin' not o' this world. "

"Most likely, " observed Jonathan, with a slight sneer; "the ghost ofsome highwayman who has just breathed his last in Newgate, no doubt. "

"May be, " returned the man gravely. 

"Take him home, Saunders, " said Sir Rowland, resigning his faulty steedto the attendant's care, "I shall not require you further. Strange!" headded, as the groom departed; "Bay Stuart has carried me through ahundred dangers, but never played me such a trick before. "

"And never should again, were he mine, " rejoined Jonathan. "If the bestnag ever foaled were to throw me in this unlucky spot, I'd blow hisbrains out. "

"What do you mean, Sir?" asked Trenchard. 

"A fall against Newgate is accounted a sign of death by the halter, "replied Wild, with ill-disguised malignity. 

"Tush!" exclaimed Sir Rowland, angrily. 

"From that door, " continued the thief-taker, pointing to the gloomyportal of the prison opposite which they were standing, "the condemnedare taken to Tyburn. It's a bad omen to be thrown near that door. "

"I didn't suspect you of so much superstition, Mr. Wild, " observed theknight, contemptuously. 

"Facts convince the most incredulous, " answered Jonathan, drily. "I'veknown several cases where the ignominious doom I've mentioned has beenforetold by such an accident as has just befallen you. There was MajorPrice--you must recollect him, Sir Rowland, --he stumbled as he wasgetting out of his chair at that very gate. Well, _he_ was executed formurder. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitchedoff the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. It was a pityhe didn't break his neck, for he was hanged within the year. Anotherinstance was that of Toby Tanner--"

"No more of this, " interrupted Trenchard; "where is the boy?"

"Not far hence, " replied Wild. "After all our pains we were near losinghim, Sir Rowland. "

"How so?" asked the other, distrustfully. 

"You shall hear, " returned Jonathan. "With the help of his comrade, JackSheppard, the young rascal made a bold push to get out of theround-house, where my janizaries had lodged him, and would havesucceeded too, if, by good luck, --for the devil never deserts so usefulan agent as I am, Sir Rowland, --I hadn't arrived in time to preventhim. As it was, my oldest and trustiest setter, Abraham Mendez, receiveda blow on the head from one of the lads that will deprive me of hisservices for a week to come, --if, indeed it does not disable himaltogether. However, if I've lost one servant, I've gained another, that's one comfort. Jack Sheppard is now wholly in my hands. "

"What is this to me, Sir?" said Trenchard, cutting him short. 

"Nothing whatever, " rejoined the thief-taker, coldly. "But it is much tome. Jack Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you--an object ofhatred. I owed his father a grudge: that I settled long ago. I owe hismother one, and will repay the debt, with interest, to her son. I couldmake away with him at once, as you are about to make away with yournephew, Sir Rowland, --but that wouldn't serve my turn. To be complete, my vengeance must be tardy. Certain of my prey, I can afford to wait forit. Besides, revenge is sweetened by delay; and I indulge too freely inthe passion to rob it of any of its zest. I've watched this lad--thisSheppard--from infancy; and, though I have apparently concerned myselflittle about him, I have never lost sight of my purpose. I have sufferedhim to be brought up decently--honestly; because I would make his fallthe greater, and deepen the wound I meant to inflict upon his mother. From this night I shall pursue a different course; from this night hisruin may be dated. He is in the care of those who will not leavethe task assigned to them--the utter perversion of hisprinciples--half-finished. And when I have steeped him to the lips invice and depravity; when I have led him to the commission of everycrime; when there is neither retreat nor advance for him; when he hasplundered his benefactor, and broken the heart of his mother--then--butnot till then, I will consign him to the fate to which I consigned hisfather. This I have sworn to do--this I will do. "

"Not unless your skull's bullet-proof, " cried a voice at his elbow; and, as the words were uttered, a pistol was snapped at his head, which, --fortunately or unfortunately, as the reader pleases, --only burntthe priming. The blaze, however, was sufficient to reveal to thethief-taker the features of his intended assassin. They were those ofthe Irish watchman. 

"Ah! Terry O'Flaherty!" vociferated Jonathan, in a tone that betrayedhot the slightest discomposure. "Ah! Terry O'Flaherty!" he cried, shouting after the Irishman, who took to his heels as soon as he foundhis murderous attempt unsuccessful; "you may run, but you'll not get outof my reach. I'll put a brace of dogs on your track, who'll soon huntyou down. You shall swing for this after next sessions, or my name's notJonathan Wild. I told you, Sir Rowland, " he added, turning to theknight, and chuckling, "the devil never deserts me. "

"Conduct me to your dwelling, Sir, without further delay, " saidTrenchard, sternly, --"to the boy. "

"The boy's not at my house, " replied Wild. 

"Where is he, then?" demanded the other, hastily. 

"At a place we call the Dark House at Queenhithe, " answered Jonathan, "asort of under-ground tavern or night-cellar, close to the river-side, and frequented by the crew of the Dutch skipper, to whose care he's tobe committed. You need have no apprehensions about him, Sir Rowland. He's safe enough now. I left him in charge of Quilt Arnold and RykhartVan Galgebrok--the skipper I spoke of--with strict orders to shoot himif he made any further attempt at escape; and they're not lads--thelatter especially--to be trifled with. I deemed it more prudent to sendhim to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any searchafter him by his adoptive father--the carpenter Wood. If you choose, youcan see him put on board the Zeeslang yourself, Sir Rowland. But, perhaps, you'll first accompany me to my dwelling for a moment, that wemay arrange our accounts before we start. I've a few necessarydirections to leave with my people, to put 'em on their guard againstthe chance of a surprise. Suffer me to precede you. This way, SirRowland. "

The thief-taker's residence was a large dismal-looking, habitation, separated from the street by a flagged court-yard, and defended fromgeneral approach by an iron railing. Even in the daylight, it had asombre and suspicious air, and seemed to slink back from the adjoininghouses, as if afraid of their society. In the obscurity in which it wasnow seen, it looked like a prison, and, indeed, it was Jonathan's fancyto make it resemble one as much as possible. The windows were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance of acell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenanceand surly demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate. The clanking ofchains, the grating of locks, and the rumbling of bolts must have beenmusic in Jonathan's ears, so much pains did he take to subject himselfto such sounds. The scanty furniture of the rooms corresponded withtheir dungeon-like aspect. The walls were bare, and painted instone-colour; the floors, devoid of carpet; the beds, of hangings; thewindows, of blinds; and, excepting in the thief-taker's ownaudience-chamber, there was not a chair or a table about the premises;the place of these conveniences being elsewhere supplied by benches, anddeal-boards laid across joint-stools. Great stone staircases leading noone knew whither, and long gloomy passages, impressed the occasionalvisitor with the idea that he was traversing a building of vast extent;and, though this was not the case in reality, the deception was socleverly contrived that it seldom failed of producing the intendedeffect. Scarcely any one entered Mr. Wild's dwelling withoutapprehension, or quitted it without satisfaction. More strange storieswere told of it than of any other house in London. The garrets were saidto be tenanted by coiners, and artists employed in altering watches andjewelry; the cellars to be used as a magazine for stolen goods. By someit was affirmed that a subterranean communication existed between thethief-taker's abode and Newgate, by means of which he was enabled tomaintain a secret correspondence with the imprisoned felons: by others, that an under-ground passage led to extensive vaults, where suchmalefactors as he chose to screen from justice might lie concealed tillthe danger was blown over. Nothing, in short, was too extravagant to berelated of it; and Jonathan, who delighted in investing himself and hisresidence with mystery, encouraged, and perhaps originated, thesemarvellous tales. However this may be, such was the ill report of theplace that few passed along the Old Bailey without bestowing a glance offearful curiosity at its dingy walls, and wondering what was going oninside them; while fewer still, of those who paused at the door, read, without some internal trepidation, the formidable name--inscribed inlarge letters on its bright brass-plate--of JONATHAN WILD. 

Arrived at his habitation, Jonathan knocked in a peculiar manner at thedoor, which was instantly opened by the grim-visaged porter just alludedto. No sooner had Trenchard crossed the threshold than a fierce barkingwas heard at the farther extremity of the passage, and, the next moment, a couple of mastiffs of the largest size rushed furiously towards him. The knight stood upon his defence; but he would unquestionably have beentorn in pieces by the savage hounds, if a shower of oaths, seconded by avigorous application of kicks and blows from their master, had notdriven them growling off. Apologizing to Sir Rowland for this unpleasantreception, and swearing lustily at his servant for occasioning it byleaving the dogs at liberty, Jonathan ordered the man to light them tothe audience-room. The command was sullenly obeyed, for the fellow didnot appear to relish the rating. Ascending the stairs, and conductingthem along a sombre gallery, in which Trenchard noticed that every doorwas painted black, and numbered, he stopped at the entrance of achamber; and, selecting a key from the bunch at his girdle, unlocked it. Following his guide, Sir Rowland found himself in a large and loftyapartment, the extent of which he could not entirely discern untillights were set upon the table. He then looked around him with somecuriosity; and, as the thief-taker was occupied in giving directions tohis attendant in an undertone, ample leisure was allowed him forinvestigation. At the first glance, he imagined he must have stumbledupon a museum of rarities, there were so many glass-cases, so many opencabinets, ranged against the walls; but the next convinced him that ifJonathan was a virtuoso, his tastes did not run in the ordinarychannels. Trenchard was tempted to examine the contents of some of thesecases, but a closer inspection made him recoil from them in disgust. Inthe one he approached was gathered together a vast assortment ofweapons, each of which, as appeared from the ticket attached to it, hadbeen used as an instrument of destruction. On this side was a razor withwhich a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crustedwith blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with whicha husband had beaten out his wife's brains. As it is not, however, ourintention to furnish a complete catalogue of these curiosities, we shallmerely mention that in front of them lay a large and sharp knife, oncethe property of the public executioner, and used by him to dissever thelimbs of those condemned to death for high-treason; together with animmense two-pronged flesh-fork, likewise employed by the same terriblefunctionary to plunge the quarters of his victims in the caldrons ofboiling tar and oil. Every gibbet at Tyburn and Hounslow appeared tohave been plundered of its charnel spoil to enrich the adjoiningcabinet, so well was it stored with skulls and bones, all purporting tobe the relics of highwaymen famous in their day. Halters, each of whichhad fulfilled its destiny, formed the attraction of the nextcompartment; while a fourth was occupied by an array of implements ofhousebreaking almost innumerable, and utterly indescribable. All theseinteresting objects were carefully arranged, classed, and, as we havesaid, labelled by the thief-taker. From this singular collectionTrenchard turned to regard its possessor, who was standing at a littledistance from him, still engaged in earnest discourse with hisattendant, and, as he contemplated his ruthless countenance, on whichduplicity and malignity had set their strongest seals, he could not helpcalling to mind all he had heard of Jonathan's perfidiousness to hisemployers, and deeply regretting that he had placed himself in the powerof so unscrupulous a miscreant. 

Jonathan Wild, at this time, was on the high-road to the greatness whichhe subsequently, and not long afterwards, obtained. He was fast risingto an eminence that no one of his nefarious profession ever reachedbefore him, nor, it is to be hoped, will ever reach again. He was theNapoleon of knavery, and established an uncontrolled empire over all thepractitioners of crime. This was no light conquest; nor was it agovernment easily maintained. Resolution, severity, subtlety, wererequired for it; and these were qualities which Jonathan possessed in anextraordinary degree. The danger or difficulty of an exploit neverappalled him. What his head conceived his hand executed. Professing tostand between the robber and the robbed, he himself plundered both. Heit was who formed the grand design of a robber corporation, of which heshould be the sole head and director, with the right of delivering thosewho concealed their booty, or refused to share it with him, to thegallows. He divided London into districts; appointed a gang to eachdistrict; and a leader to each gang, whom he held responsible tohimself. The country was partitioned in a similar manner. Those whom heretained about his person, or placed in offices of trust, were for themost part convicted felons, who, having returned from transportationbefore their term had expired, constituted, in his opinion, the safestagents, inasmuch as they could neither be legal evidences against him, nor withhold any portion of the spoil of which he chose to deprive them. But the crowning glory of Jonathan, that which raised him above all hispredecessors in iniquity, and clothed this name with undyingnotoriety--was to come. When in the plenitude of his power, he commenceda terrible trade, till then unknown--namely, a traffic in human blood. This he carried on by procuring witnesses to swear away the lives ofthose persons who had incurred his displeasure, or whom it might benecessary to remove. 

No wonder that Trenchard, as he gazed at this fearful being, should havesome misgivings cross him. 

Apparently, Jonathan perceived he was an object of scrutiny; for, hastily dismissing his attendant, he walked towards the knight. 

"So, you're admiring my cabinet, Sir Rowland, " he remarked, with asinister smile; "it _is_ generally admired; and, sometimes by partieswho afterwards contribute to the collection themselves, --ha! ha! Thisskull, " he added, pointing to a fragment of mortality in the case besidethem, "once belonged to Tom Sheppard, the father of the lad I spoke ofjust now. In the next box hangs the rope by which he suffered. When I'veplaced another skull and another halter beside them, I shall becontented. "

"To business, Sir!" said the knight, with a look of abhorrence. 

"Ay, to business, " returned Jonathan, grinning, "the sooner the better. "

"Here is the sum you bargained for, " rejoined Trenchard, flinging apocket-book on the table; "count it. "

Jonathan's eyes glistened as he told over the notes. 

"You've given me more than the amount, Sir Rowland, " he said, after hehad twice counted them, "or I've missed my reckoning. There's a hundredpounds too much. "

"Keep it, " said Trenchard, haughtily. 

"I'll place it to your account, Sir Rowland, " answered the thief-taker, smiling significantly. "And now, shall we proceed to Queenhithe?"

"Stay!" cried the other, taking a chair, "a word with you, Mr. Wild. "

"As many as you please, Sir Rowland, " replied Jonathan, resuming hisseat. "I'm quite at your disposal. "

"I have a question to propose to you, " said Trenchard, "relating to--"and he hesitated. 

"Relating to the father of the boy--Thames Darrell, " supplied Jonathan. "I guessed what was coming. You desire to know who he was, Sir Rowland. Well, you _shall_ know. "

"Without further fee?" inquired the knight. 

"Not exactly, " answered Jonathan, drily. "A secret is too valuable acommodity to be thrown away. But I said I wouldn't drive a hard bargainwith you, and I won't. We are alone, Sir Rowland, " he added, snuffingthe candles, glancing cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "andwhat you confide to me shall never transpire, --at least to yourdisadvantage. "

"I am at a loss to understand you Sir, ", said Trenchard. 

"I'll make myself intelligible before I've done, " rejoined Wild. "I neednot remind you, Sir Rowland, that I am aware you are deeply implicatedin the Jacobite plot which is now known to be hatching. "

"Ha!" ejaculated the other. 

"Of course, therefore, " pursued Jonathan, "you are acquainted with allthe leaders of the proposed insurrection, --nay, must be incorrespondence with them. "

"What right have you to suppose this, Sir?" demanded Trenchard, sternly. 

"Have a moment's patience, Sir Rowland, " returned Wild; "and you shallhear. If you will furnish me with a list of these rebels, and withproofs of their treason, I will not only insure your safety, but willacquaint you with the real name and rank of your sister Aliva's husband, as well as with some particulars which will never otherwise reach yourears, concerning your lost sister, Constance. "

"My sister Constance!" echoed the knight; "what of her?"

"You agree to my proposal, then?" said Jonathan. 

"Do you take me for as great a villain as yourself, Sir?" said theknight, rising. 

"I took you for one who wouldn't hesitate to avail himself of anyadvantage chance might throw in his way, " returned the thief-taker, coldly. "I find I was in error. No matter. A time _may_ come, --and thatere long, --when you will be glad to purchase my secrets, and your ownsafety, at a dearer price than the heads of your companions. "

"Are you ready?" said Trenchard, striding towards the door. 

"I am, " replied Jonathan, following him, "and so, " he added in anundertone, "are your captors. "

A moment afterwards, they quitted the house. 

CHAPTER XVII. 

The Night-Cellar. 

After a few minutes' rapid walking, during which neither party uttered aword, Jonathan Wild and his companion had passed Saint Paul's, diveddown a thoroughfare on the right, and reached Thames Street. 

At the period of this history, the main streets of the metropolis werebut imperfectly lighted, while the less-frequented avenues were left intotal obscurity; but, even at the present time, the maze of courts andalleys into which Wild now plunged, would have perplexed any one, notfamiliar with their intricacies, to thread them on a dark night. Jonathan, however, was well acquainted with the road. Indeed, it was hisboast that he could find his way through any part of London blindfolded;and by this time, it would seem, he had nearly arrived at hisdestination; for, grasping his companion's arm, he led him along anarrow entry which did not appear to have an outlet, and came to a halt. Cautioning the knight, if he valued his neck, to tread carefully, Jonathan then descended a steep flight of steps; and, having reached thebottom in safety, he pushed open a door, that swung back on its hingesas soon as it had admitted him; and, followed by Trenchard, entered thenight-cellar. 

The vault, in which Sir Rowland found himself, resembled in some measurethe cabin of a ship. It was long and narrow, with a ceiling supportedby huge uncovered rafters, and so low as scarcely to allow a tall manlike himself to stand erect beneath it. Notwithstanding the heat of theseason, --which was not, however, found particularly inconvenient in thissubterranean region, --a large heaped-up fire blazed ruddily in onecorner, and lighted up a circle of as villanous countenances as everflame shone upon. 

The guests congregated within the night-cellar were, in fact, littlebetter than thieves; but thieves who confined their depredations almostexclusively to the vessels lying in the pool and docks of the river. They had as many designations as grades. There were game watermen andgame lightermen, heavy horsemen and light horsemen, scuffle-hunters, andlong-apron men, lumpers, journeymen coopers, mud-larks, badgers, andratcatchers--a race of dangerous vermin recently, in a great measure, extirpated by the vigilance of the Thames Police, but at this periodflourishing in vast numbers. Besides these plunderers, there were otherswith whom the disposal of their pillage necessarily brought them intocontact, and who seldom failed to attend them during their hours ofrelaxation and festivity;--to wit, dealers in junk, old rags, and marinestores, purchasers of prize-money, crimps, and Jew receivers. The latterformed by far the most knavish-looking and unprepossessing portion ofthe assemblage. One or two of the tables were occupied by groups of fatfrowzy women in flat caps, with rings on their thumbs, and baskets bytheir sides; and no one who had listened for a single moment to theircoarse language and violent abuse of each other, would require to betold they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. 

The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almostas stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wivesabove-mentioned, Mrs. Spurling, for so was she named, had a warmnut-brown complexion, almost as dark as a Creole; and a moustache on herupper lip, that would have done no discredit to the oldest dragoon inthe King's service. This lady was singularly lucky in her matrimonialconnections. She had been married four times: three of her husbands diedof hempen fevers; and the fourth, having been twice condemned, was savedfrom the noose by Jonathan Wild, who not only managed to bring him off, but to obtain for him the situation of under-turnkey in Newgate. 

On the appearance of the thief-taker, Mrs. Spurling was standing nearthe fire superintending some culinary preparation; but she no soonerperceived him, than hastily quitting her occupation, she elbowed a wayfor him and the knight through the crowd, and ushered them, with muchceremony, into an inner room, where they found the objects of theirsearch, Quilt Arnold and Rykhart Van Galgebrok, seated at a small table, quietly smoking. This service rendered, without waiting for any fartherorder, she withdrew. 

Both the janizary and the skipper arose as the others entered the room. 

"This is the gentleman, " observed Jonathan, introducing Trenchard to theHollander, "who is about to intrust his young relation to your care. "

"De gentleman may rely on my showing his relation all de attention in mypower, " replied Van Galgebrok, bowing profoundly to the knight; "but ifany unforseen accident--such as a slip overboard--should befal de jonkeron de voyage, he mushn't lay de fault entirely on my shoulders--haw!haw!"

"Where is he?" asked Sir Rowland, glancing uneasily around. "I do notsee him. "

"De jonker. He's here, " returned the skipper, pointing significantlydownwards. "Bring him out, Quilt. "

So saying, he pushed aside the table, and the janizary stooping down, undrew a bolt and opened a trap-door. 

"Come out!" roared Quilt, looking into the aperture. "You're wanted. "

But as no answer was returned, he trust his arm up to the shoulder intothe hole, and with some little difficulty and exertion of strength, drewforth Thames Darrell. 

The poor boy, whose hands were pinioned behind him, looked very pale, but neither trembled, nor exhibited any other symptom of alarm. 

"Why didn't you come out when I called you, you young dog?" cried Quiltin a savage tone. 

"Because I knew what you wanted me for!" answered Thames firmly. 

"Oh! you did, did you?" said the janizary. "And what do you suppose wemean to do with you, eh?"

"You mean to kill me, " replied Thames, "by my cruel uncle's command. Ah!there he stands!" he exclaimed as his eye fell for the first time uponSir Rowland. "Where is my mother?" he added, regarding the knight with asearching glance. 

"Your mother is dead, " interposed Wild, scowling. 

"Dead!" echoed the boy. "Oh no--no! You say this to terrify me--to tryme. But I will not believe you. Inhuman as he is, he would not kill her. Tell me, Sir, " he added, advancing towards the knight, "tell me has thisman spoken falsely?--Tell me my mother is alive, and do what you pleasewith me. "

"Tell him so, and have done with him, Sir Rowland, " observed Jonathancoldly. 

"Tell me the truth, I implore you, " cried Thames. "Is she alive?"

"She is not, " replied Trenchard, overcome by conflicting emotions, andunable to endure the boy's agonized look. 

"Are you answered?" said Jonathan, with a grin worthy of a demon. 

"My mother!--my poor mother!" ejaculated Thames, falling on his knees, and bursting into tears. "Shall I never see that sweet faceagain, --never feel the pressure of those kind hands more--nor listen tothat gentle voice! Ah! yes, we shall meet again in Heaven, where I shallspeedily join you. Now then, " he added more calmly, "I am ready to die. The only mercy you can show me is to kill me. "

"Then we won't even show you that mercy, " retorted the thief-takerbrutally. "So get up, and leave off whimpering. Your time isn't comeyet. "

"Mr. Wild, " said Trenchard, "I shall proceed no further in thisbusiness. Set the boy free. "

"If I disobey you, Sir Rowland, " replied the thief-taker, "you'll thankme for it hereafter. Gag him, " he added, pushing Thames rudely towardQuilt Arnold, "and convey him to the boat. "

"A word, " cried the boy, as the janizary was preparing to obey hismaster's orders. "What has become of Jack Sheppard?"

"Devil knows!" answered Quilt; "but I believe he's in the hands ofBlueskin, so there's no doubt he'll soon be on the high-road to Tyburn. "

"Poor Jack!" sighed Thames. "You needn't gag me, " he added, "I'll notcry out. "

"We won't trust you, my youngster, " answered the janizary. And, thrusting a piece of iron into his mouth, he forced him out of the room. 

Sir Rowland witnessed these proceedings like one stupified. He neitherattempted to prevent his nephew's departure, nor to follow him. 

Jonathan kept his keen eye fixed upon him, as he addressed himself for amoment to the Hollander. 

"Is the case of watches on board?" he asked in an under tone. 

"Ja, " replied the skipper. 

"And the rings?"

"Ja. "

"That's well. You must dispose of the goldsmith's note I gave youyesterday, as soon as you arrive at Rotterdam. It'll be advertisedto-morrow. "

"De duivel!" exclaimed Van Galgebrok, "Very well. It shall be done asyou direct. But about dat jonker, " he continued, lowering his voice;"have you anything to add consarnin' him? It's almosht a pity to put himonder de water. "

"Is the sloop ready to sail?" asked Wild, without noticing the skipper'sremark. 

"Ja, " answered Van; "at a minut's nodish. "

"Here are your despatches, " said Jonathan with a significant look, andgiving him a sealed packet. "Open them when you get on board--notbefore, and act as they direct you. "

"I ondershtand, " replied the skipper, putting his finger to his nose;"it shall be done. "

"Sir Rowland, " said Jonathan, turning to the knight, "will it please youto remain here till I return, or will you accompany us?"

"I will go with you, " answered Trenchard, who, by this time, hadregained his composure, and with it all his relentlessness of purpose. 

"Come, then, " said Wild, marching towards the door, "we've no time tolose. "

Quitting the night-cellar, the trio soon arrived at the riverside. QuiltArnold was stationed at the stair-head, near which the boat containingthe captive boy was moored. A few words passed between him and thethief-taker as the latter came up; after which, all the party--with theexception of Quilt, who was left on shore--embarked within the wherry, which was pushed from the strand and rowed swiftly along the stream--forthe tide was in its favour--by a couple of watermen. Though scarcely twohours past midnight, it was perfectly light. The moon had arisen, andeverything could be as plainly distinguished as during the day. A thinmist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostlylook. As they approached London Bridge, the thief-taker whispered VanGalgebrok, who acted as steersman, to make for a particular arch--nearthe Surrey shore. The skipper obeyed, and in another moment, they sweptthrough the narrow lock. While the watermen were contending with theeddies occasioned by the fall below the bridge, Jonathan observed aperceptible shudder run through Trenchard's frame. 

"You remember that starling, Sir Rowland, " he said maliciously, "andwhat occurred on it, twelve years ago?"

"Too well, " answered the knight, frowning. "Ah! what is that?" he cried, pointing to a dark object floating near them amid the boiling waves, andwhich presented a frightful resemblance to a human face. 

"We'll see, " returned the thief-taker. And, stretching out his hand, helifted the dark object from the flood. 

It proved to be a human head, though with scarcely a vestige of thefeatures remaining. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to thebones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been theface, gave it a ghastly appearance. 

"It's the skull of a _rebel_, " said Jonathan, with marked emphasis onthe word, "blown by the wind from a spike on the bridge above us. Idon't know whose brainless head it may be, but it'll do for mycollection. " And he tossed it carelessly into the bottom of the boat. 

After this occurence, not a word was exchanged between them until theycame in sight of the sloop, which was lying at anchor off Wapping. Arrived at her side, it was soon evident, from the throng of seamen inDutch dresses that displayed themselves, that her crew were on thealert, and a rope having been thrown down to the skipper, he speedilyhoisted himself on deck. Preparations were next made for taking Thameson board. Raising him in his arms, Jonathan passed the rope round hisbody, and in this way the poor boy was drawn up without difficulty. 

While he was swinging in mid air, Thames regarded his uncle with a sternlook, and cried in a menacing voice, "We shall meet again. "

"Not in this world, " returned Jonathan. "Weigh anchor, Van!" he shoutedto the skipper, "and consult your despatches. "

"Ja--ja, " returned the Hollander. And catching hold of Thames, hequitted the deck. 

Shortly afterwards, he re-appeared with the information that the captivewas safe below; and giving the necessary directions to his crew, beforemany minutes had elapsed, the Zeeslang spread her canvass to the firstbreeze of morning. 

By the thief-taker's command, the boat was then rowed toward a muddyinlet, which has received in more recent times the name of ExecutionDock. As soon as she reached this spot, Wild sprang ashore, and wasjoined by several persons, --among whom was Quilt Arnold, leading ahorse by the bridle, --he hastened down the stairs to meet him. A coachwas also in attendance, at a little distance. 

Sir Rowland, who had continued absorbed in thought, with his eyes fixedupon the sloop, as she made her way slowly down the river, disembarkedmore leisurely. 

"At length I am my own master, " murmured the knight, as his foot touchedthe strand. 

"Not so, Sir Rowland, " returned Jonathan; "you are my prisoner. "

"How!" ejaculated Trenchard, starting back and drawing his sword. 

"You are arrested for high treason, " rejoined Wild, presenting a pistolat his head, while he drew forth a parchment, --"here is my warrant. "

"Traitor!" cried Sir Rowland--"damned--double-dyed traitor!"

"Away with him, " vociferated Jonathan to his myrmidons, who, havingsurrounded Trenchard, hurried him off to the coach before he could utteranother word, --"first to Mr. Walpole, and then to Newgate. And now, Quilt, " he continued, addressing the janizary, who approached him withthe horse, "fly to St. Giles's round-house, and if, through the agencyof that treacherous scoundrel, Terry O'Flaherty, whom I've put in myBlack List, old Wood should have found his way there, and have beendetained by Sharpies as I directed, you may release him. I don't carehow soon he learns that he has lost his adopted son. When I've escortedyou proud fool to his new quarters, I'll proceed to the Mint and lookafter Jack Sheppard. "

With this, he mounted his steed and rode off. 

CHAPTER XVIII. 

How Jack Sheppard broke out of the Cage at Willesden. 

The heart-piercing scream uttered by Mrs. Sheppard after the commissionof the robbery in Willesden church was productive of unfortunateconsequences to her son. Luckily, she was bereft of consciousness, andwas thus spared the additional misery of witnessing what afterwardsbefell him. Startled by the cry, as may be supposed, the attention ofthe whole congregation was drawn towards the quarter whence itproceeded. Amongst others, a person near the door, roused by the shriek, observed a man make his exit with the utmost precipitation. A boyattempted to follow; but as the suspicions of the lookers-on were rousedby the previous circumstances, the younger fugitive was seized anddetained. Meanwhile, Mr. Kneebone, having been alarmed by something inthe widow's look before her feelings found vent in the manner abovedescribed, thrust his hand instinctively into his coat in search of hispocket-book, --about the security of which, as it contained severalletters and documents implicating himself and others in the Jacobiteplot, he was, not unnaturally, solicitous, --and finding it gone, he feltcertain he had been robbed. Turning quickly round, in the hope ofdiscovering the thief, he was no less surprised than distressed--for inspite of his faults, the woollen-draper was a good-natured fellow--toperceive Jack Sheppard in custody. The truth at once flashed across hismind. This, then, was the cause of the widow's wild inexplicablelook, --of her sudden shriek! Explaining his suspicious in a whisper toJack's captor, who proved to be a church-warden and a constable, by nameJohn Dump, --Mr. Kneebone begged him to take the prisoner into thechurchyard. Dump instantly complied, and as soon as Jack was removedfrom the sacred edifice, his person was searched from head to foot--butwithout success. Jack submitted to this scrutiny with a very bad grace, and vehemently protested his innocence. In vain did the woollen-draperoffer to set him free if he would restore the stolen article, or give uphis associate, to whom it was supposed he might have handed it. Heanswered with the greatest assurance, that he knew nothing whatever ofthe matter--had seen no pocket-book, and no associate to give up. Nordid he content himself with declaring his guiltlessness of the crimeimputed to him, but began in his turn to menace his captor and accuser, loading the latter with the bitterest upbraidings. By this time, thechurchyard was crowded with spectators, some of whom dispersed indifferent directions in quest of the other robber. But all that could beascertained in the village was, that a man had ridden off a short timebefore in the direction of London. Of this man Kneebone resolved to goin pursuit; and leaving Jack in charge of the constable, he proceeded tothe small inn, --which bore then, as it bears now, the name of the SixBells, --where, summoning the hostler, his steed was instantly broughthim, and, springing on its back, he rode away at full speed. 

Meanwhile, after a consultation between Mr. Dump and the villageauthorities, it was agreed to lock up the prisoner in the cage. As hewas conveyed thither, an incident occurred that produced a considerableimpression on the feelings of the youthful offender. Just as theyreached the eastern outlet of the churchyard--where the tall elms cast apleasant shade over the rustic graves--a momentary stoppage took place. At this gate two paths meet. Down that on the right the young culpritwas dragged--along that on the left a fainting woman was borne in thearms of several females. It was his mother, and as he gazed on herpallid features and motionless frame, Jack's heart severely smote him. He urged his conductors to a quicker pace to get out of sight of thedistressing spectacle, and even felt relieved when he was shut out fromit and the execrations of the mob by the walls of the little prison. 

The cage at Willesden was, and is--for it is still standing--a smallround building about eight feet high, with a pointed tiled roof, towhich a number of boards, inscribed with the names of the parishofficers, and charged with a multitude of admonitory notices to vagrantsand other disorderly persons, are attached. Over these boards the twoarms of a guide-post serve to direct the way-farer--on the right hand tothe neighbouring villages of Neasdon and Kingsbury, and on the left tothe Edgeware Road and the healthy heights of Hampstead. The cage has astrong door, with an iron grating at the top, and further secured by astout bolt and padlock. It is picturesquely situated beneath a tree onthe high road, not far from the little hostel before mentioned, and atno great distance from the church. 

For some time after he was locked up in this prison Jack continued in avery dejected state. Deserted by his older companion in iniquity, andinstigator to crime, he did not know what might become of him; nor, aswe have observed, was the sad spectacle he had just witnessed, withouteffect. Though within the last two days he had committed several heinousoffences, and one of a darker dye than any with which the reader hasbeen made acquainted, his breast was not yet so callous as to be whollyinsensible to the stings of conscience. Wearied at length with thinkingon the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threwhimself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavouredto compose himself to slumber. When he awoke, it was late in the day;but though he heard voices outside, and now and then caught a glimpse ofa face peeping at him through the iron grating over the door, no oneentered the prison, or held any communication with him. Feeling ratherexhausted, it occurred to him that possibly some provisions might havebeen left by the constable; and, looking about, he perceived a pitcherof water and a small brown loaf on the floor. He ate of the bread withgreat appetite, and having drunk as much as he chose of the water, poured the rest on the floor. His hunger satisfied, his spirits began torevive, and with this change of mood all his natural audacity returned. And here he was first visited by that genius which, in his subsequentcareer, prompted him to so many bold and successful attempts. Glancingaround his prison, he began to think it possible he might effect anescape from it. The door was too strong, and too well secured, to breakopen, --the walls too thick: but the ceiling, --if he could reachit--there, he doubted not, he could make an outlet. While he wasmeditating flight in this way, and tossing about on the straw, hechanced upon an old broken and rusty fork. Here was an instrument whichmight be of the greatest service to him in accomplishing his design. Heput it carefully aside, resolved to defer the attempt till night. Timewore on somewhat slowly with the prisoner, who had to control hisimpatience in the best way he could; but as the shades of evening weredarkening, the door was unlocked, and Mr. Dump popped his head into thecage. He brought another small loaf, and a can with which he replenishedthe pitcher, recommending Jack to be careful, as he would get nothingfurther till morning. To this Jack replied, that he should be perfectlycontented, provided he might have a small allowance of gin. The latterrequest, though treated with supreme contempt by Mr. Dump, made animpression on some one outside; for not long after the constabledeparted, Jack heard a tap at the door, and getting up at the summons, he perceived the tube of a pipe inserted between the bars. At oncedivining the meaning of this ingenious device, he applied his mouth tothe tube, and sucked away, while the person outside poured spirit intothe bowl. Having drunk as much as he thought prudent, and thanked hisunknown friend for his attention, Jack again lay down on the straw, andindulged himself with another nap, intending to get up as soon as it wasperfectly dark. The strong potation he had taken, combined with fatigueand anxiety he had previously undergone, made him oversleep himself, andwhen he awoke it was just beginning to grow light. Cursing himself forhis inertness, Jack soon shook off this drowsiness, and set to work inearnest. Availing himself of certain inequalities in the door, he soonmanaged to climb up to the roof; and securing his feet against a slightprojection in the wall, began to use the fork with great effect. Beforemany minutes elapsed, he had picked a large hole in the plaster, whichshowered down in a cloud of dust; and breaking off several laths, caughthold of a beam, by which he held with one hand, until with the other hesucceeded, not without some difficulty, in forcing out one of the tiles. The rest was easy. In a few minutes more he had made a breach in theroof wide enough to allow him to pass through. Emerging from thisaperture, he was about to descend, when he was alarmed by hearing thetramp of horses' feet swiftly approaching, and had only time to hidehimself behind one of the largest sign-boards before alluded to when twohorsemen rode up. Instead of passing on, as Jack expected, these personsstopped opposite the cage, when one of them, as he judged from thesound, for he did not dare to look out of his hiding place, dismounted. A noise was next heard, as if some instrument were applied to the doorwith the intent to force it open, and Jack's fears were at oncedispelled, At first, he had imagined they were officers of justice, cometo convey him to a stronger prison: but the voice of one of the parties, which he recognised, convinced him they were his friends. 

"Look quick, Blueskin, and be cursed to you!" was growled in the deeptones of Jonathan Wild. "We shall have the whole village upon us whileyou're striking the jigger. Use the gilt, man!"

"There's no need of picklock or crow-bar, here, Mr. Wild, " cried Jack, placing his hat on the right arm of the guide-post, and leaning over theboard, "I've done the trick myself. "

"Why, what the devil's this?" vociferated Jonathan, looking up. "Haveyou broken out of the cage, Jack?"

"Something like it, " replied the lad carelessly. 

"Bravo!" cried the thief-taker approvingly. 

"Well, that beats all I ever heard of!" roared Blueskin. 

"But are you really there?"

"No, I'm here, " answered Jack, leaping down. "I tell you what, Mr. Wild, " he added, laughing, "it must be a stronger prison than Willesdencage that can hold me. "

"Ay, ay, " observed Jonathan, "you'll give the keepers of his Majesty'sjails some trouble before you're many years older, I'll warrant you. Butget up behind, Blueskin. Some one may observe us. "

"Come, jump up, " cried Blueskin, mounting his steed, "and I'll soon wiskyou to town. Edgeworth Bess and Poll Maggot are dying to see you. Ithought Bess would have cried her pretty eyes out when she heard you wasnabbed. You need give yourself no more concern about Kneebone. Mr. Wildhas done his business. "

"Ay--ay, " laughed Jonathan. "The pocket-book you prigged contained theletters I wanted. He's now in spring-ankle warehouse with Sir RowlandTrenchard. So get up, and let's be off. "

"Before I leave this place, I must see my mother. "

"Nonsense, " returned Jonathan gruffly. "Would you expose yourself tofresh risk? If it hadn't been for her you wouldn't have been placed inyour late jeopardy. "

"I don't care for that, " replied Jack. "See her I _will_. Leave mebehind: I'm not afraid. I'll be at the Cross Shovels in the course ofthe day. "

"Nay, if you're bent upon this folly, " observed Wild, who appeared tohave his own reasons for humouring the lad, "I shan't hinder you. Blueskin will take care of the horses, and I'll go with you. "

So saying, he dismounted; and flinging his bridle to his companion, andordering him to ride off to a little distance, he followed Jack, who hadquitted the main road, and struck into a narrow path opposite the cage. This path, bordered on each side by high privet hedges of the mostbeautiful green, soon brought them to a stile. 

"There's the house, " said Jack, pointing to a pretty cottage, the smallwooden porch of which was covered with roses and creepers, with a littletrim garden in front of it. "I'll be back in a minute. "

"Don't hurry yourself, " said Jonathan, "I'll wait for you here. "

CHAPTER XIX. 

Good and Evil. 

As Jack opened the gate, and crossed the little garden, which exhibitedin every part the neatness and attention of its owner, he almosttrembled at the idea of further disturbing her peace of mind. Pausingwith the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of thevillage church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees. The rooks were cawing amid the boughs, and all nature appeared awakingto happiness. From this peaceful scene Jack's eye fell upon Jonathan, who, seated upon the stile, under the shade of an elder tree, wasevidently watching him. A sarcastic smile seemed to play upon thechief-taker's lips; and abashed at his own irresolution, the lad wenton. 

After knocking for some time at the door without effect, he tried thelatch, and to his surprise found it open. He stepped in with a heavyforeboding of calamity. A cat came and rubbed herself against him as heentered the house, and seemed by her mewing to ask him for food. Thatwas the only sound he heard. 

Jack was almost afraid of speaking; but at length he summoned courage tocall out "Mother!"

"Who's there?" asked a faint voice from the bed. 

"Your son, " answered the boy. 

"Jack, " exclaimed the widow, starting up and drawing back the curtain. "Is it indeed you, or am I dreaming?"

"You're not dreaming, mother, " he answered. "I'm come to say good bye toyou, and to assure you of my safety before I leave this place. "

"Where are you going?" asked his mother. 

"I hardly know, " returned Jack; "but it's not safe for me to remain muchlonger here. "

"True, " replied the widow, upon whom all the terrible recollections ofthe day before crowded, "I know it isn't. I won't keep you long. Buttell me how have you escaped from the confinement in which you wereplaced--come and sit by me--here--upon the bed--give me your hand--andtell me all about it. "

Her son complied, and sat down upon the patch-work coverlet beside her. 

"Jack, " said Mrs. Sheppard, clasping him with a hand that burnt withfever, "I have been ill--dreadfully ill--I believe delirious--I thoughtI should have died last night--I won't tell you what agony you havecaused me--I won't reproach you. Only promise me to amend--to quit yourvile companions--and I will forgive you--will bless you. Oh! my dear, dear son, be warned in time. You are in the hands of a wicked, aterrible man, who will not stop till he has completed your destruction. Listen to your mother's prayers, and do not let her die broken-hearted. "

"It is too late, " returned Jack, sullenly; "I can't be honest if Iwould. "

"Oh! do not say so, " replied his wretched parent. "It is never too late. I know you are in Jonathan Wild's power, for I saw him near you in thechurch; and if ever the enemy of mankind was permitted to take humanform, I beheld him then. Beware of him, my son! Beware of him! You knownot what villany he is capable of. Be honest, and you will be happy. Youare yet a child; and though you have strayed from the right path, astronger hand than your own has led you thence. Return, I implore ofyou, to your master, --to Mr. Wood. Acknowledge your faults. He is allkindness, and will overlook them for your poor father's sake--for mine. Return to him, I say--"

"I can't, " replied Jack, doggedly. 

"Can't!" repeated his mother. "Why not?"

"_I'll_ tell you, " cried a deep voice from the back of the bed. Andimmediately afterwards the curtain was drawn aside, and disclosed theSatanic countenance of Jonathan Wild, who had crept into the houseunperceived, "I'll tell you, why he can't go back to his master, " criedthe thief-taker, with a malignant grin. "He has robbed him. "

"Robbed him!" screamed the widow. "Jack!"

Her son averted his gaze. 

"Ay, robbed him, " reiterated Jonathan. "The night before last, Mr. Wood's house was broken into and plundered. Your son was seen by thecarpenter's wife in company with the robbers. Here, " he added, throwinga handbill on the bed, "are the particulars of the burglary, with thereward for Jack's apprehension. "

"Ah!" ejaculated the widow, hiding her face. 

"Come, " said Wild, turning authoritatively to Jack, --"you haveoverstayed your time. "

"Do not go with him, Jack!" shrieked his mother. "Do not--do not!"

"He _must!_" thundered Jonathan, "or he goes to jail. "

"If you must go to prison, I will go with you, " cried Mrs. Sheppard:"but avoid that man as you would a serpent. "

"Come along, " thundered Jonathan. 

"Hear me, Jack!" shrieked his mother. "You know not what you do. Thewretch you confide in has sworn to hang you. As I hope for mercy, Ispeak the truth!--let him deny it if he can. "

"Pshaw!" said Wild. "I could hang him now if I liked. But he may remainwith you if he pleases: _I_ sha'n't hinder him. "

"You hear, my son, " said the widow eagerly. "Choose between good andevil;--between him and me. And mind, your life, --more than yourlife--hangs upon your choice. "

"It does so, " said Wild. "Choose, Jack. "

The lad made no answer, but left the room. 

"He is gone!" cried Mrs. Sheppard despairingly. 

"For ever!" said the thief-taker, preparing to follow. 

"Devil!" cried the widow, catching his arm, and gazing with franticeagerness in his face, "how many years will you give my son before youexecute your terrible threat?"

"NINE!" answered Jonathan sternly. 

END OF THE SECOND EPOCH. 

EPOCH THE THIRD. 

1724

THE PRISON-BREAKER. 

CHAPTER I. 

The Return. 

Nearly nine years after the events last recorded, and about the middleof May, 1724, a young man of remarkably prepossessing appearance tookhis way, one afternoon, along Wych Street; and, from the curiosity withwhich he regarded the houses on the left of the road, seemed to be insearch of some particular habitation. The age of this individual couldnot be more than twenty-one; his figure was tall, robust, and gracefullyproportioned; and his clear gray eye and open countenance bespoke afrank, generous, and resolute nature. His features were regular, andfinely-formed; his complexion bright and blooming, --a little shaded, however, by travel and exposure to the sun; and, with a praiseworthycontempt for the universal and preposterous fashion then prevailing, ofsubstituting a peruke for the natural covering of the head, he allowedhis own dark-brown hair to fall over his shoulders in ringlets asluxuriant as those that distinguished the court gallant in Charles theSecond's days--a fashion, which we do not despair of seeing revived inour own days. He wore a French military undress of the period, with highjack-boots, and a laced hat; and, though his attire indicated noparticular rank, he had completely the air of a person of distinction. Such was the effect produced upon the passengers by his good looks andmanly deportment, that few--especially of the gentler and moresusceptible sex--failed to turn round and bestow a second glance uponthe handsome stranger. Unconscious of the interest he excited, andentirely occupied by his own thoughts--which, if his bosom could havebeen examined, would have been found composed of mingled hopes andfears--the young man walked on till he came to an old house, with greatprojecting bay windows on the first floor, and situated as nearly aspossible at the back of St. Clement's church. Here he halted; and, looking upwards, read, at the foot of an immense sign-board, displayinga gaudily-painted angel with expanded pinions and an olive-branch, notthe name he expected to find, but that of WILLIAM KNEEBONE, WOOLLEN-DRAPER. 

Tears started to the young man's eyes on beholding the change, and itwas with difficulty he could command himself sufficiently to make theinquiries he desired to do respecting the former owner of the house. Ashe entered the shop, a tall portly personage advanced to meet him, whomhe at once recognised as the present proprietor. Mr. Kneebone wasattired in the extremity of the mode. A full-curled wig descendedhalf-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" wastwisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists andbosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. A stiff, formally-cut coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of platebuttons, each of the size of a crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, andskirts, reached the middle of his legs; and his costume was completed bythe silver-hilted sword at his side, and the laced hat under his leftarm. 

Bowing to the stranger, the woollen-draper very politely requested toknow his business. 

"I'm almost afraid to state it, " faltered the other; "but, may I askwhether Mr. Wood, the carpenter, who formerly resided here, is stillliving?"

"If you feel any anxiety on his account, Sir, I'm happy to be able torelieve it, " answered Kneebone, readily. "My good friend, OwenWood, --Heaven preserve him!--_is_ still living. And, for a man who'llnever see sixty again, he's in excellent preservation, I assure you. "

"You delight me with the intelligence, " said the stranger, entirelyrecovering his cheerfulness of look. 

"I began to fear, from his having quitted the old place, that somemisfortune must have befallen him. "

"Quite the contrary, " rejoined the woollen-draper, laughinggood-humouredly. "Everything has prospered with him in an extraordinarymanner. His business has thriven; legacies have unexpectedly droppedinto his lap; and, to crown all, he has made a large fortune by a luckyspeculation in South-Sea stock, --made it, too, where so many others havelost fortunes, your humble servant amongst the number--ha! ha! In aword, Sir, Mr. Wood is now in very affluent circumstances. He stuck tothe shop as long as it was necessary, and longer, in my opinion. When heleft these premises, three years ago, I took them from him; orrather--to deal frankly with you, --he placed me in them rent-free, for, I'm not ashamed to confess it, I've had losses, and heavy ones; and, ifit hadn't been for him, I don't know where I should have been. Mr. Wood, Sir, " he added, with much emotion, "is one of the best of men, and wouldbe the happiest, were it not that--" and he hesitated. 

"Well, Sir?" cried the other, eagerly. 

"His wife is still living, " returned Kneebone, drily. 

"I understand, " replied the stranger, unable to repress a smile. "But, it strikes me, I've heard that Mrs. Wood was once a favourite of yours. "

"So she was, " replied the woollen-draper, helping himself to an enormouspinch of snuff with the air of a man who does not dislike to be ralliedabout his gallantry, --"so she was. But those days are over--quite over. Since her husband has laid me under such a weight of obligation, Icouldn't, in honour, continue--hem!" and he took another explanatorypinch. "Added to which, she is neither so young as she was, nor, is hertemper by any means improved--hem!"

"Say no more on the subject, Sir, " observed the stranger, gravely; "butlet us turn to a more agreeable one--her daughter. "

"That is a far more agreeable one, I must confess, " returned Kneebone, with a self-sufficient smirk. 

The stranger looked at him as if strongly disposed to chastise hisimpertinence. 

"Is she married?" he asked, after a brief pause. 

"Married!--no--no, " replied the woollen-draper. "Winifred Wood willnever marry, unless the grave can give up its dead. When a mere childshe fixed her affections upon a youth named Thames Darrell, whom herfather brought up, and who perished, it is supposed, about nine yearsago; and she has determined to remain faithful to his memory. "

"You astonish me, " said the stranger, in a voice full of emotion. 

"Why it _is_ astonishing, certainly, " remarked Kneebone, "to find anywoman constant--especially to a girlish attachment; but such is thecase. She has had offers innumerable; for where wealth and beauty arecombined, as in her instance, suitors are seldom wanting. But she wasnot to be tempted. "

"She is a matchless creature!" exclaimed the young man. 

"So I think, " replied Kneebone, again applying to the snuff-box, and bythat means escaping the angry glance levelled at him by his companion. 

"I have one inquiry more to make of you, Sir, " said the stranger, assoon as he had conquered his displeasure, "and I will then trouble youno further. You spoke just now of a youth whom Mr. Wood brought up. Asfar as I recollect, there were two. What has become of the other?"

"Why, surely you don't mean Jack Sheppard?" cried the woollen-draper insurprise. 

"That was the lad's name, " returned the stranger. 

"I guessed from your dress and manner, Sir, that you must have been longabsent from your own country, " said Kneebone; "and now I'm convinced ofit, or you wouldn't have asked that question. Jack Sheppard is the talkand terror of the whole town. The ladies can't sleep in their beds forhim; and as to the men, they daren't go to bed at all. He's the mostdaring and expert housebreaker that ever used a crow-bar. He laughs atlocks and bolts; and the more carefully you guard your premises fromhim, the more likely are you to insure an attack. His exploits andescapes are in every body's mouth. He has been lodged in everyround-house in the metropolis, and has broken out of them all, andboasts that no prison can hold him. We shall see. His skill has not beentried. At present, he is under the protection of Jonathan Wild. "

"Does that villain still maintain his power?" asked the strangersternly. 

"He does, " replied Kneebone, "and, what is more surprising, it seems toincrease. Jonathan completely baffles and derides the ends of justice. It is useless to contend with him, even with right on your side. Someyears ago, in 1715, just before the Rebellion, I was rash enough toleague myself with the Jacobite party, and by Wild's machinations gotclapped into Newgate, whence I was glad to escape with my head upon myshoulders. I charged the thief-taker, as was the fact, with havingrobbed me, by means of the lad Sheppard, whom he instigated to deed, ofthe very pocket-book he produced in evidence against me; but it was ofno avail--I couldn't obtain a hearing. Mr. Wood fared still worse. Bribed by a certain Sir Rowland Trenchard, Jonathan kidnapped thecarpenter's adopted son, Thames Darrell, and placed him in the hands ofa Dutch Skipper, with orders to throw him overboard when he got out tosea; and though this was proved as clear as day, the rascal managedmatters so adroitly, and gave such a different complexion to the wholeaffair, that he came off with flying colours. One reason, perhaps, ofhis success in this case might be, that having arrested his associate inthe dark transaction, Sir Rowland Trenchard, on a charge of hightreason, he was favoured by Walpole, who found his account in retainingsuch an agent. Be this as it may, Jonathan remained the victor; andshortly afterwards, --at the price of a third of his estate, it waswhispered, --he procured Trenchard's liberation from confinement. "

At the mention of the latter occurrence, a dark cloud gathered upon thestranger's brow. 

"Do you know anything further of Sir Rowland?" he asked. 

"Nothing more than this, " answered Kneebone, --"that after the failure ofhis projects, and the downfall of his party, he retired to his seat, Ashton Hall, near Manchester, and has remained there ever since, entirely secluded from the world. "

The stranger was for a moment lost in reflection. 

"And now, Sir, " he said, preparing to take his departure, "will you addto the obligation already conferred by informing me where I can meetwith Mr. Wood?"

"With pleasure, " replied the woollen-draper. "He lives at Dollis Hill, abeautiful spot near Willesden, about four or five miles from town, wherehe has taken a farm. If you ride out there, and the place is well wortha visit, for the magnificent view it commands of some of the finestcountry in the neighbourhood of London, --you are certain to meet withhim. I saw him yesterday, and he told me he shouldn't stir from home fora week to come. He called here on his way back, after he had been toBedlam to visit poor Mrs. Sheppard. "

"Jack's mother?" exclaimed the young man. "Gracious Heaven!--is she theinmate of a mad-house?"

"She is, Sir, " answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by herson's misconduct. Alas! that the punishment of his offences should fallon her head. Poor soul! she nearly died when she heard he had robbed hismaster; and it might have been well if she had done so, for she neverafterwards recovered her reason. She rambles continually about Jack, andher husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can begathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. I pityher from the bottom of my heart. But, in the midst of all heraffliction, she has found a steady friend in Mr. Wood, who looks afterher comforts, and visits her constantly. Indeed, I've heard him saythat, but for his wife, he would shelter her under his own roof. That, Sir, is what I call being a Good Samaritan. "

The stranger said nothing, but hastily brushed away a tear. Perceivinghe was about to take leave, Kneebone ventured to ask whom he had hadthe honour of addressing. 

Before the question could be answered, a side-door was opened, and avery handsome woman of Amazonian proportions presented herself, andmarched familiarly up to Mr. Kneebone. She was extremely showilydressed, and her large hooped petticoat gave additional effect to herlofty stature. As soon as she noticed the stranger, she honoured himwith an extremely impudent stare, and scarcely endeavoured to disguisethe admiration with which his good looks impressed her. 

"Don't you perceive, my dear Mrs. Maggot, that I'm engaged, " saidKneebone, a little disconcerted. 

"Who've you got with you?" demanded the Amazon, boldly. 

"The gentleman is a stranger to me, Poll, " replied the woollen-draper, with increased embarrassment. "I don't know his name. " And he looked atthe moment as if he had lost all desire to know it. 

"Well, he's a pretty fellow at all events, " observed Mrs. Maggot, eyeinghim from head to heel with evident satisfaction;--"a devilish prettyfellow!"

"Upon my word, Poll, " said Kneebone, becoming very red, "you might havea little more delicacy than to tell him so before my face. "

"What!" exclaimed Mrs. Maggot, drawing up her fine figure to its fullheight; "because I condescend to live with you, am I never to look atanother man, --especially at one so much to my taste as this? Don't thinkit!"

"You had better retire, Madam, " said the woollen-draper, sharply, "ifyou can't conduct yourself with more propriety. "

"Order those who choose to obey you, " rejoined the lady scornfully. "Though you lorded it over that fond fool, Mrs. Wood, you shan't lord itover me, I can promise you. That for you!" And she snapped her fingersin his face. 

"Zounds!" cried Kneebone, furiously. "Go to your own room, woman, directly, or I'll make you!"

"Make me!" echoed Mrs. Maggot, bursting into a loud contemptuous laugh. "Try!"

Enraged at the assurance of his mistress, the woollen-draperendeavoured to carry his threat into execution, but all his efforts toremove her were unavailing. At length, after he had given up the pointfrom sheer exhaustion, the Amazon seized him by the throat, and pushedhim backwards with such force that he rolled over the counter. 

"There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon meagain. You should remember, before you try your strength against mine, that when I rescued you from the watch, and you induced me to come andlive with you, I beat off four men, any of whom was a match for you--ha!ha!"

"My dear Poll!" said Kneebone, picking himself up, "I entreat you tomoderate yourself. "

"Entreat a fiddlestick!" retorted Mrs. Maggot: "I'm tired of you, andwill go back to my old lover, Jack Sheppard. He's worth a dozen of you. Or, if this good-looking young fellow will only say the word, I'll gowith him. "

"You may go, and welcome, Madam!" rejoined Kneebone, spitefully. "But, Ishould think, after the specimen you've just given of your amiabledisposition, no person would be likely to saddle himself with such anincumbrance. "

"What say you, Sir?" said the Amazon, with an engaging leer at thestranger. "_You_ will find me tractable enough; and, with _me_ by, yourside you need fear neither constable nor watchman. I've delivered JackSheppard from many an assault. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as aprize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. Will youtake me?"

However tempting Mrs. Maggot's offer may appear, the young man thoughtfit to decline it, and, after a few words of well-merited compliment onher extraordinary prowess, and renewed thanks to Mr. Kneebone, he tookhis departure. 

"Good bye!" cried Mrs. Maggot, kissing her hand to him. "I'll find youout. And now, " she added, glancing contemptuously at thewoollen-draper, "I'll go to Jack Sheppard. "

"You shall first go to Bridewell, you jade!" rejoined Kneebone. "Here, Tom, " he added, calling to a shop-boy, "run and fetch a constable. "

"He had better bring half-a-dozen, " said the Amazon, taking up acloth-yard wand, and quietly seating herself; "one won't do. "

On leaving Mr. Kneebone's house, the young man hastened to a hotel inthe neighbourhood of Covent Garden, where, having procured a horse, heshaped his course towards the west end of the town. Urging his steedalong Oxford Road, --as that great approach to the metropolis was thentermed, --he soon passed Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with theexception of a few scattered houses, the country was completely open onthe right, and laid out in pleasant fields and gardens; nor did he drawin the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where, before he turned offupon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance at the placeof execution. This "fatal retreat for the unfortunate brave" was markedby a low wooden railing, within which stood the triple tree. Oppositethe gallows was an open gallery, or scaffolding, like the stand at aracecourse, which, on state occasions, was crowded with spectators. Without the inclosure were reared several lofty gibbets, with theirghastly burthens. Altogether, it was a hideous and revolting sight. Influenced, probably, by what he had heard from Mr. Kneebone, respectingthe lawless career of Jack Sheppard, and struck with the probable fatethat awaited him, the young man, as he contemplated this scene, fellinto a gloomy reverie. While he was thus musing, two horsemen rode pasthim; and, proceeding to a little distance, stopped likewise. One of themwas a stout square-built man, with a singularly swarthy complexion, andharsh forbidding features. He was well mounted, as was his companion;and had pistols in his holsters, and a hanger at his girdle. The otherindividual, who was a little in advance, was concealed from thestranger's view. Presently, however, a sudden movement occurred, anddisclosed his features, which were those of a young man of nearly hisown age. The dress of this person was excessively showy, and consistedof a scarlet riding-habit, lined and faced with blue, and bedizened withbroad gold lace, a green silk-knit waistcoat, embroidered with silver, and decorated with a deep fringe, together with a hat tricked out in thesame gaudy style. His figure was slight, but well-built; and, in staturehe did not exceed five feet four. His complexion was pale; and there wassomething sinister in the expression of his large black eyes. His headwas small and bullet-shaped, and he did not wear a wig, but had hissleek black hair cut off closely round his temples. A mutual recognitiontook place at the same instant between the stranger and this individual. Both started. The latter seemed inclined to advance and address theformer; but suddenly changing his mind, he shouted to his companion intones familiar to the stranger's ear; and, striking spurs into hissteed, dashed off at full speed along the Edgeware Road. Impelled by afeeling, into which we shall not pause to inquire, the stranger startedafter them; but they were better mounted, and soon distanced him. Remarking that they struck off at a turning on the left, he took thesame road, and soon found himself on Paddington-Green. A row ofmagnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms overthis pleasant spot. From a man, who was standing beneath the shade ofone these noble trees, information was obtained that the horsemen hadridden along the Harrow Road. With a faint view of overtaking themthe pursuer urged his steed to a quicker pace. Arrived atWestbourne-Green--then nothing more than a common covered with gorse andfurzebushes, and boasting only a couple of cottages and an alehouse--heperceived through the hedges the objects of his search slowly ascendingthe gentle hill that rises from Kensall-Green. 

By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost alltrace of them; and the ardour of the chase having in some measuresubsided, he began to reproach himself for his folly, in havingwandered--as he conceived--so far out of his course. Before retracinghis steps, however, he allowed his gaze to range over the vast andbeautiful prospect spread out beneath him, which is now hidden, from thetraveller's view by the high walls of the General Cemetery, and can, consequently, only be commanded from the interior of that attractiveplace of burial, --and which, before it was intersected by canals andrailroads, and portioned out into hippodromes, was exquisite indeed. After feasting his eye upon this superb panorama, he was about toreturn, when he ascertained from a farmer that his nearest road toWillesden would be down a lane a little further on, to the right. Following this direction, he opened a gate, and struck into one of themost beautiful green lanes imaginable; which, after various windings, conducted him into a more frequented road, and eventually brought him tothe place he sought. Glancing at the finger-post over the cage, whichhas been described as situated at the outskirts of the village, andseeing no directions to Dollis Hill, he made fresh inquiries as to whereit lay, from an elderly man, who was standing with another countrymannear the little prison. 

"Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. 

"Mr. Wood's, " was the reply. 

"There is Dollis Hill, " said the man, pointing to a well-wooded eminenceabout a mile distant, "and there, " he added, indicating the roof of ahouse just visible above a grove of trees "is Mr. Wood's. If you ridepast the church, and mount the hill, you'll come to Neasdon and thenyou'll not have above half a mile to go. "

The young man thanked his informant, and was about to follow hisinstructions, when the other called after him----

"I say, master, did you ever hear tell of Mr. Wood's famous 'prentice?"

"What apprentice?" asked the stranger, in surprise. 

"Why, Jack Sheppard, the notorious house-breaker, --him as has robbedhalf Lunnun, to be sure. You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the dayafter he broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked agentleman's pocket in our church, during sarvice time, --that he did, theheathen. The gentleman catched him i' th' fact, and we shut him up forsafety i' that pris'n. But, " said the fellow, with a laugh, "he sooncontrived to make his way out on it, though. Ever since he's become sofamous, the folks about here ha' christened it Jack Sheppard's cage. Hismother used to live i' this village, just down yonder; but when her sontook to bad ways, she went distracted, --and now she's i' Bedlam, I'veheerd. "

"I tell e'e what, John Dump, " said the other fellow, who had hithertopreserved silence, "I don't know whether you talkin' o' Jack Sheppardhas put him into my head or not; but I once had him pointed out to me, and if that _were_ him as I seed then, he's just now ridden past us, andput up at the Six Bells. "

"The deuce he has!" cried Dump. "If you were sure o' that we might seizehim, and get the reward for his apprehension. "

"That 'ud be no such easy matter, " replied the countryman. "Jack's adesperate fellow, and is always well armed; besides, he has a comradewith him. But I'll tell e'e what we _might_ do----"

The young man heard no more. Taking the direction pointed out, he rodeoff. As he passed the Six Bells, he noticed the steeds of the twohorsemen at the door; and glancing into the house, perceived the youngerof the two in the passage. The latter no sooner beheld him than hedashed hastily into an adjoining room. After debating with himselfwhether he should further seek an interview, which, though, now in hispower, was so sedulously shunned by the other party, he decided in thenegative; and contenting himself with writing upon a slip of paper thehasty words, --"You are known by the villagers, --be upon your guard, "--hegave it to the ostler, with instructions to deliver it instantly to theowner of the horse he pointed out, and pursued his course. 

Passing the old rectory, and still older church, with its reverendscreen of trees, and slowly ascending a hill side, from whence heobtained enchanting peeps of the spire and college of Harrow, he reachedthe cluster of well-built houses which constitute the village ofNeasdon. From this spot a road, more resembling the drive through a parkthan a public thoroughfare, led him gradually to the brow of DollisHill. It was a serene and charming evening, and twilight was gentlystealing over the face of the country. Bordered by fine timber, the roadoccasionally offered glimpses of a lovely valley, until a wider openinggave a full view of a delightful and varied prospect. On the left laythe heights of Hampstead, studded with villas, while farther off a hazycloud marked the position of the metropolis. The stranger concluded hecould not be far from his destination, and a turn in the road showed himthe house. 

Beneath two tall elms, whose boughs completely overshadowed the roof, stood Mr. Wood's dwelling, --a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and atankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture ofgood-heartedness and benevolence. The progress of time was marked in Mr. Wood by increased corpulence and decreased powers of vision, --by deeperwrinkles and higher shoulders, by scantier breath and a fuller habit. Still he looked hale and hearty, and the country life he led hadimparted a ruddier glow to his cheek. Around him were all the evidencesof plenty. A world of haystacks, bean-stacks, and straw-ricks flankedthe granges adjoining his habitation; the yard was crowded with poultry, pigeons were feeding at his feet, cattle were being driven towards thestall, horses led to the stable, a large mastiff was rattling his chain, and stalking majestically in front of his kennel, while a number offarming-men were passing and repassing about their various occupations. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashionedterrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruit-trees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. 

Hearing the approach of the rider, Mr. Wood turned to look at him. Itwas now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish thefeatures and figure of the stranger. 

"I need not ask whether this is Mr. Wood's, " said the latter, "since Ifind him at his own gate. "

"You are right, Sir, " said the worthy carpenter, rising. "I am OwenWood, at your service. "

"You do not remember me, I dare say, " observed the stranger. 

"I can't say I do, " replied Wood. "Your voice seems familiar tome--and--but I'm getting a little deaf--and my eyes don't serve me quiteso well as they used to do, especially by this light. "

"Never mind, " returned the stranger, dismounting; "you'll recollect meby and by, I've no doubt. I bring you tidings of an old friend. "

"Then you're heartily welcome, Sir, whoever you are. Pray, walk in. Here, Jem, take the gentleman's horse to the stable--see him dressed andfed directly. Now, Sir, will you please to follow me?"

Mr. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modernnotions, incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to aneat parlour, the windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers andcreepers. There was no light in the room; but, notwithstanding this, theyoung man did not fail to detect the buxom figure of Mrs. Wood, now morebuxom and more gorgeously arrayed than ever, --as well as a young andbeautiful female, in whom he was at no loss to recognise the carpenter'sdaughter. 

Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. Her features were stillslightly marked by the disorder alluded to in the description of her asa child, --but that was the only drawback to her beauty. Their expressionwas so amiable, that it would have redeemed a countenance a thousandtimes plainer than hers. Her figure was perfect, --tall, graceful, rounded, --and, then, she had deep liquid blue eyes, that rivalled thestars in lustre. On the stranger's appearance, she was seated near thewindow busily occupied with her needle. 

"My wife and daughter, Sir, " said the carpenter, introducing them to hisguest. 

Mrs. Wood, whose admiration for masculine beauty was by no means abated, glanced at the well-proportioned figure of the young man, and made him avery civil salutation. Winifred's reception was kind, but more distant, and after the slight ceremonial she resumed her occupation. 

"This gentleman brings us tidings of an old friend, my dear, " said thecarpenter. 

"Ay, indeed! And who may that be?" inquired his wife. 

"One whom you may perhaps have forgotten, " replied the stranger, "butwho can never forget the kindness he experienced at your hands, or atthose of your excellent husband. "

At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred'scheeks, and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand. 

"I have a token to deliver to you, " continued the stranger, addressingher. 

"To me?" gasped Winifred. 

"This locket, " he said, taking a little ornament attached to a blackribband from his breast, and giving it her, --"do you remember it?"

"I do--I do!" cried Winifred. 

"What's all this?" exclaimed Wood in amazement. 

"Do you not know me, father?" said the young man, advancing towards him, and warmly grasping his hand. "Have nine years so changed me, that thereis no trace left of your adopted son?"

"God bless me!" ejaculated the carpenter, rubbing his eyes, "can--can itbe?"

"Surely, " screamed Mrs. Wood, joining the group, "it isn't ThamesDarrell come to life again?"

"It is--it is!" cried Winifred, rushing towards him, and flinging herarms round his neck, --"it is my dear--dear brother!"

"Well, this is what I never expected to see, " said the carpenter, wiping his eyes; "I hope I'm not dreaming! Thames, my dear boy, as soonas Winny has done with you, let me embrace you. "

"My turn comes before yours, Sir, " interposed his better half. "Come tomy arms, Thames! Oh! dear! Oh! dear!"

To repeat the questions and congratulations which now ensued, ordescribe the extravagant joy of the carpenter, who, after he had huggedhis adopted son to his breast with such warmth as almost to squeeze thebreath from his body, capered around the room, threw his wig into theempty fire-grate, and committed various other fantastic actions, inorder to get rid of his superfluous satisfaction--to describe thescarcely less extravagant raptures of his spouse, or the more subdued, but not less heartfelt delight of Winifred, would be a needless task, asit must occur to every one's imagination. Supper was quickly served; theoldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrelof ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink--theirhearts were too full. 

Thames sat with Winifred's hand clasped in his own, and commenced arecital of his adventures, which may be briefly told. Carried out to seaby Van Galgebrok, and thrown overboard, while struggling with the waves, he had been picked up by a French fishing-boat, and carried to Ostend. After encountering various hardships and privations for a long time, during which he had no means of communicating with England, he, atlength, found his way to Paris, where he was taken notice of by CardinalDubois, who employed him as one of his secretaries, and subsequentlyadvanced to the service of Philip of Orleans, from whom he received acommission. On the death of his royal patron, he resolved to return tohis own country; and, after various delays, which had postponed it tothe present time, he had succeeded in accomplishing his object. 

Winifred listened to his narration with the profoundest attention; and, when it concluded, her tearful eye and throbbing bosom told how deeplyher feelings had been interested. 

The discourse, then, turned to Darrell's old playmate, Jack Sheppard;and Mr. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholycondition to which it had reduced his mother. 

"For my part, it's only what I expected of him, " observed Mrs. Wood, "and I'm sorry and surprised he hasn't swung for his crimes before this. The gallows has groaned for him for years. As to his mother, I've nopity for her. She deserves what has befallen her. "

"Dear mother, don't say so, " returned Winifred. "One of the consequencesof criminal conduct, is the shame and disgrace which--worse than anypunishment the evil-doer can suffer--is brought by it upon the innocentrelatives; and, if Jack had considered this, perhaps he would not haveacted as he has done, and have entailed so much misery on his unhappyparent. "

"I always detested Mrs. Sheppard, " cried the carpenter's wife bitterly;"and, I repeat, Bedlam's too good for her. "

"My dear, " observed Wood, "you should be more charitable--"

"Charitable!" repeated his wife, "that's your constant cry. Marry, comeup! I've been a great deal too charitable. Here's Winny always urgingyou to go and visit Mrs. Sheppard in the asylum, and take her this, andsend her that;--and I've never prevented you, though such mistakenliberality's enough to provoke a saint. And, then, forsooth, she mustneeds prevent your hanging Jack Sheppard after the robbery in WychStreet, when you might have done so. Perhaps you'll call that charity:_I_ call it defeating the ends of justice. See what a horrible rascalyou've let loose upon the world!"

"I'm sure, mother, " rejoined Winifred, "if any one was likely to feelresentment, I was; for no one could be more frightened. But I was sorryfor poor Jack--as I am still, and hoped he would mend. "

"Mend!" echoed Mrs. Wood, contemptuously, "he'll never mend till hecomes to Tyburn. "

"At least, I will hope so, " returned Winifred. "But, as I was saying, Iwas most dreadfully frightened on the night of the robbery! Though soyoung at the time, I remember every circumstance distinctly. I wassitting up, lamenting your departure, dear Thames, when, hearing an oddnoise, I went to the landing, and, by the light of a dark lantern, sawJack Sheppard, stealing up stairs, followed by two men with crape ontheir faces. I'm ashamed to say that I was too much terrified to screamout--but ran and hid myself. "

"Hold your tongue!" cried Mrs. Wood. "I declare you throw me into anague. Do you think _I_ forget it? Didn't they help themselves to all theplate and the money--to several of my best dresses, and amongst others, to my favourite kincob gown; and I've never been able to get anotherlike it! Marry, come up! I'd hang 'em all, if I could. Were such a thingto happen again, I'd never let Mr. Wood rest till he brought thevillains to justice. "

"I hope such a thing never _will_ happen again, my dear, " observed Wood, mildly, "but, when it does, it will be time to consider what course weought to pursue. "

"Let them attempt it, if they dare!" cried Mrs. Wood, who had workedherself into a passion; "and, I'll warrant 'em, the boldest robber among'em shall repent it, if he comes across me. "

"No doubt, my dear, " acquiesced the carpenter, "no doubt. "

Thames, who had been more than once on the point of mentioning hisaccidental rencounter with Jack Sheppard, not being altogether withoutapprehension, from the fact of his being in the neighbourhood, --nowjudged it more prudent to say nothing on the subject, from a fear ofincreasing Mrs. Wood's displeasure; and he was the more readily inducedto do this, as the conversation began to turn upon his own affairs. Mr. Wood could give him no further information respecting Sir RowlandTrenchard than what he had obtained from Kneebone; but begged him todefer the further consideration of the line of conduct he meant topursue until the morrow, when he hoped to have a plan to lay beforehim, of which he would approve. 

The night was now advancing, and the party began to think of separating. As Mrs. Wood, who had recovered her good humour, quitted the room shebestowed a hearty embrace on Thames, and she told him laughingly, thatshe would "defer all _she_ had to propose to him until to-morrow. "

To-morrow! She never beheld it. 

After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by thecarpenter to his sleeping apartment--a comfortable cosy chamber; such aone, in short, as can only be met with in the country, with itsdimity-curtained bed, its sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean whitefurniture, and an atmosphere breathing of freshness. Left to himself, hetook a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. It was a copy of the pencil sketchtaken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tenderrecollections. 

When about to retire to rest, the rencounter with Jack Sheppard againrecurred to him, and he half blamed himself for not acquainting Mr. Woodwith the circumstances, and putting him upon his guard against thepossibility of an attack. On weighing the matter over, he grew so uneasythat he resolved to descend, and inform him of his misgivings. But, whenhe got to the door with this intention, he became ashamed of his fears;and feeling convinced that Jack--bad as he might be--was not capable ofsuch atrocious conduct as to plunder his benefactor twice, he contentedhimself with looking to the priming of his pistols, and placing themnear him, to be ready in case of need, he threw himself on the bed andspeedily fell asleep. 

CHAPTER II. 

The Burglary at Dollis Hill. 

Thames Darrell's fears were not, however, groundless. Danger, in theform he apprehended, was lurking outside: nor was he destined to enjoylong repose. On receiving the warning note from the ostler, JackSheppard and his companion left Willesden, and taking--as a blind--thedirection of Harrow, returned at night-fall by a by-lane to Neasdon, andput up at a little public-house called the Spotted Dog. Here theyremained till midnight when, calling for their reckoning and theirsteeds, they left the house. 

It was a night well-fitted to their enterprise, calm, still, andprofoundly dark. As they passed beneath the thick trees that shade theroad to Dollis Hill, the gloom was almost impenetrable. The robbersproceeded singly, and kept on the grass skirting the road, so that nonoise was made by their horses' feet. 

As they neared the house, Jack Sheppard, who led the way, halted andaddressed his companion in a low voice:--

"I don't half like this job, Blueskin, " he said; "it always went againstthe grain. But, since I've seen the friend and companion of mychildhood, Thames Darrell, I've no heart for it. Shall we turn back?"

"And disappoint Mr. Wild, Captain?" remonstrated the other, in adeferential tone. "You know this is a pet project. It might be dangerousto thwart him. "

"Pish!" cried Jack: "I don't value his anger a straw. All our fraternityare afraid of him; but _I_ laugh at his threats. He daren't quarrel withme: and if he does, let him look to himself. I've my own reasons fordisliking this job. "

"Well, you know I always act under your orders, Captain, " returnedBlueskin; "and if you give the word to retreat, I shall obey, of course:but I know what Edgeworth Bess will say when we go home empty-handed. "

"Why what will she say?" inquired Sheppard. 

"That we were afraid, " replied the other; "but never mind her. "

"Ay; but I do mind her, " cried Jack upon whom his comrade's observationhad produced the desired effect. "We'll do it. "

"That's right, Captain, " rejoined Blueskin. "You pledged yourself toMr. Wild--"

"I did, " interrupted Jack; "and I never yet broke an engagement. Thougha thief, Jack Sheppard is a man of his word. "

"To be sure he is, " acquiesced Blueskin. "I should like to meet the manwho would dare to gainsay it. "

"One word before we begin, Blueskin, " said Jack, authoritatively; "incase the family should be alarmed--mind, no violence. There's one personin the house whom I wouldn't frighten for the world. "

"Wood's daughter, I suppose?" observed the other. 

"You've hit it, " answered Sheppard. 

"What say you to carrying her off, Captain?" suggested Blueskin. "Ifyou've a fancy for the girl, we might do it. "

"No--no, " laughed Jack. "Bess wouldn't bear a rival. But if you wish todo old Wood a friendly turn, you may bring his wife. "

"I shouldn't mind ridding him of her, " said Blueskin, gruffly; "and ifshe comes in my way, may the devil seize me if I don't make short workwith her!"

"You forget, " rejoined Jack, sternly, "I've just said I'll have noviolence--mind that. "

With this, they dismounted; and fastening their horses to a tree, proceeded towards the house. It was still so dark, that nothing could bedistinguished except the heavy masses of timber by which the premiseswere surrounded; but as they advanced, lights were visible in some ofthe windows. Presently they came to a wall, on the other side of whichthe dog began to bark violently; but Blueskin tossed him a piece ofprepared meat, and uttering a low growl, he became silent. They thenclambered over a hedge, and scaling another wall, got into the garden atthe back of the house. Treading with noiseless step over the soft mould, they soon reached the building. Arrived there, Jack felt about for aparticular window; and having discovered the object of his search, andreceived the necessary implements from his companion, he instantlycommenced operations. In a few seconds, the shutter flew open, --thenthe window, --and they were in the room. Jack now carefully closed theshutters, while Blueskin struck a light, with which he set fire to acandle. The room they were in was a sort of closet, with the door lockedoutside; but this was only a moment's obstacle to Jack, who with achisel forced back the bolt. The operation was effected with so muchrapidity and so little noise, that even if any one had been on thealert, he could scarcely have detected it. They then took off theirboots, and crept stealthily up stairs, treading upon the point of theirtoes so cautiously, that not a board creaked beneath their weight. Pausing at each door on the landing, Jack placed his ear to the keyhole, and listened intently. Having ascertained by the breathing which roomThames occupied, he speedily contrived to fasten him in. He then triedthe door of Mr. Wood's bed-chamber--it was locked, with the key left init. This occasioned a little delay; but Jack, whose skill as a workmanin the particular line he had chosen was unequalled, and who laughed atdifficulties, speedily cut out a panel by means of a centre-bit andknife, took the key from the other side, and unlocked the door. Coveringhis face with a crape mask, and taking the candle from his associate, Jack entered the room; and, pistol in hand, stepped up to the bed, andapproached the light to the eyes of the sleepers. The loud noiseproceeding from the couch proved that their slumbers were deep and real;and unconscious of the danger in which she stood, Mrs. Wood turned overto obtain a more comfortable position. During this movement, Jackgrasped the barrel of his pistol, held in his breath, and motioned toBlueskin, who bared a long knife, to keep still. The momentary alarmover, he threw a piece of-wash leather over a bureau, so as to deadenthe sound, and instantly broke it open with a small crow-bar. While hewas filling his pockets with golden coin from this store, Blueskin hadpulled the plate-chest from under the bed, and having forced it open, began filling a canvass bag with its contents, --silver coffee-pots, chocolate-dishes, waiters trays, tankards, goblets, and candlesticks. It might be supposed that these articles, when thrust together into thebag, would have jingled; but these skilful practitioners managed mattersso well that no noise was made. After rifling the room of everythingportable, including some of Mrs. Wood's ornaments and wearing apparel, they prepared to depart. Jack then intimated his intention of visitingWinifred's chamber, in which several articles of value were known to bekept; but as, notwithstanding his reckless character, he still retaineda feeling of respect for the object of his boyish affections, he wouldnot suffer Blueskin to accompany him, so he commanded him to keep watchover the sleepers--strictly enjoining him, however, to do them noinjury. Again having recourse to the centre-bit, --for Winifred's doorwas locked, --Jack had nearly cut out a panel, when a sudden outcry wasraised in the carpenter's chamber. The next moment, a struggle washeard, and Blueskin appeared at the door, followed by Mrs. Wood. 

Jack instandly extinguished the light, and called to his comrade to comeafter him. 

But Blueskin found it impossible to make off, --at least with thespoil, --Mrs. Wood having laid hold of the canvass-bag. 

"Give back the things!" cried the, lady. "Help!--help, Mr. Wood!"

"Leave go!" thundered Blueskin--"leave go--you'd better!"--and he heldthe sack as firmly as he could with one hand, while with the other hesearched for his knife. 

"No, I won't leave go!" screamed Mrs. Wood. "Fire!--murder--thieves!--I've got one of 'em!"

"Come along, " cried Jack. 

"I can't, " answered Blueskin. "This she-devil has got hold of the sack. Leave go, I tell you!" and he forced open the knife with his teeth. 

"Help!--murder!--thieves!" screamed Mrs. Wood;--"Owen--Owen!--Thames, help!"

"Coming!" cried Mr. Wood, leaping from the bed. "Where are you?"

"Here, " replied Mrs. Wood. "Help--I'll hold him!"

"Leave her, " cried Jack, darting down stairs, amid a furious ringing ofbells, --"the house is alarmed, --follow me!"

"Curses light on you!" cried Blueskin, savagely; "since you won't beadvised, take your fate. "

And seizing her by the hair, he pulled back her head, and drew the knifewith all his force across her throat. There was a dreadful stifledgroan, and she fell heavily upon the landing. 

The screams of the unfortunate woman had aroused Thames from hisslumbers. Snatching-up his pistols, he rushed to the door, but to hishorror found it fastened. He heard the struggle on the landing, the fallof the heavy body, the groan, --and excited almost to frenzy by hisfears, he succeeded in forcing open the door. By this time, several ofthe terrified domestics appeared with lights. A terrible spectacle waspresented to the young man's gaze:--the floor deluged with blood--themangled and lifeless body of Mrs. Wood, --Winifred fainted in the arms ofa female attendant, --and Wood standing beside them almost in a state ofdistraction. Thus, in a few minutes, had this happy family been plungedinto the depths of misery. At this juncture, a cry was raised by aservant from below, that the robbers were flying through the garden. Darting to a window looking in that direction, Thames threw it up, anddischarged both his pistols, but without effect. In another minute, thetramp of horses' feet told that the perpetrators of the outrage hadeffected their escape. 

CHAPTER III. 

Jack Sheppard's Quarrel with Jonathan Wild. 

Scarcely an hour after the horrible occurrence just related, as JonathanWild was seated in the audience-chamber of his residence at the OldBailey, occupied, like Peachum, (for whose portrait he sat, ) with hisaccount-books and registers, he was interrupted by the sudden entranceof Quilt Arnold, who announced Jack Sheppard and Blueskin. 

"Ah!" cried Wild, laying down his pen and looking up with a smile ofsatisfaction. "I was just thinking of you Jack. What news. Have you donethe trick at Dollis Hill?--brought off the swag--eh?"

"No, " answered Jack, flinging himself sullenly into a chair, "I've not. "

"Why how's this?" exclaimed Jonathan. "Jack Sheppard failed! I'd notbelieve it, if any one but himself told me so. "

"I'v not failed, " returned Jack, angrily; "but we've done too much. "

"I'm no reader of riddles, " said Jonathan. "Speak plainly. "

"Let this speak for me, " said Sheppard, tossing a heavy bag of moneytowards him. "You can generally understand that language. There's morethan I undertook to bring. It has been purchased by blood!"

"What! have you cut old Wood's throat?" asked Wild, with greatunconcern, as he took up the bag. 

"If I _had_, you'd not have seen me here, " replied Jack, sullenly. "Theblood that has been spilt is that of his wife. "

"It was her own fault, " observed Blueskin, moodily. "She wouldn't let mego. I did it in self-defence. "

"I care not why you did it, " said Jack, sternly. "We work together nomore. "

"Come, come, Captain, " remonstrated Blueskin. "I thought you'd have gotrid of your ill-humour by this time. You know as well as I do that itwas accident. "

"Accident or not, " rejoined Sheppard; "you're no longer pall of mine. "

"And so this is my reward for having made you the tip-top cracksman youare, " muttered Blueskin;--"to be turned off at a moment's notice, because I silenced a noisy woman. It's too hard. Think better of it. "

"My mind's made up, " rejoined Jack, coldly, --"we part to-night. "

"I'll not go, " answered the other. "I love you like a son, and willfollow you like a dog. You'd not know what to do without me, and shan'tdrive me off. "

"Well!" remarked Jonathan, who had paid little attention to the latterpart of the conversation: "this is an awkward business certainly: but wemust do the best we can in it. You must keep out of the way till it'sblown over. I can accommodate you below. "

"I don't require it, " returned Sheppard. "I'm tired of the life I'mleading. I shall quit it and go abroad. "

"I'll go with you, " said Blueskin. 

"Before either of you go, you will ask my permission, " said Jonathan, coolly. 

"How!" exclaimed Sheppard. "Do you mean to say you will interfere--"

"I mean to say this, " interrupted Wild, with contemptuous calmness, "that I'll neither allow you to leave England nor the profession you'veengaged in. I wouldn't allow you to be honest even if you could beso, --which I doubt. You are my slave--and such you shall continue. '"

"Slave?" echoed Jack. 

"Dare to disobey, " continued Jonathan: "neglect my orders, and I willhang you. "

Sheppard started to his feet. 

"Hear me, " he cried, restraining himself with difficulty. "It is timeyou should know whom you have to deal with. Henceforth, I utterly throwoff the yoke you have laid upon me. I will neither stir hand nor footfor you more. Attempt to molest me, and I split. You are more in mypower than I am in yours. Jack Sheppard is a match for Jonathan Wild, any day. "

"That he is, " added Blueskin, approvingly. 

Jonathan smiled contemptuously. 

"One motive alone shall induce me to go on with you, " said Jack. 

"What's that?" asked Wild. 

"The youth whom you delivered to Van Galgebrok, --Thames Darrell, isreturned. "

"Impossible!" cried Jonathan. "He was thrown overboard, and perished atsea. "

"He is alive, " replied Jack, "I have seen him, and might have conversedwith him if I had chosen. Now, I know you can restore him to his rights, if you choose. Do so; and I am yours as heretofore. "

"Humph!" exclaimed Jonathan. 

"Your answer!" cried Sheppard. "Yes, or no?"

"I will make no terms with you, " rejoined Wild, sternly. "You havedefied me, and shall feel my power. You have been useful to me, or Iwould not have spared you thus long. I swore to hang you two years ago, but I deferred my purpose. "

"Deferred!" echoed Sheppard. 

"Hear me out, " said Jonathan. "You came hither under my protection, andyou shall depart freely, --nay, more, you shall have an hour's grace. After that time, I shall place my setters on your heels. "

"You cannot prevent my departure, " replied Jack, dauntlessly, "andtherefore your offer is no favour. But I tell you in return, I shalltake no pains to hide myself. If you want me, you know where to findme. "

"An hour, " said Jonathan, looking at his watch, --"remember!"

"If you send for me to the Cross Shovels in the Mint, where I'm goingwith Blueskin, I will surrender myself without resistance, " returnedJack. 

"You will spare the officers a labour then, " rejoined Jonathan. 

"Can't I settle this business, Captain, " muttered Blueskin, drawing apistol. 

"Don't harm him, " said Jack, carelessly: "he dares not do it. "

So saying, he left the room. 

"Blueskin, " said Jonathan, as that worthy was about to follow, "I adviseyou to remain with me. "

"No, " answered the ruffian, moodily. "If you arrest him, you must arrestme also. "

"As you will, " said Jonathan, seating himself. 

Jack and his comrade went to the Mint, where he was joined by EdgeworthBess, with whom he sat down most unconcernedly to supper. His revelry, however, was put an end at the expiration of the time mentioned byJonathan, by the entrance of a posse of constables with Quilt Arnold andAbraham Mendez at their head. Jack, to the surprise of all hiscompanions, at once surrendered himself: but Blueskin would have made afierce resistance, and attempted a rescue if he had not been ordered byhis leader to desist. He then made off. Edgeworth Bess, who passed forSheppard's wife, was secured. They were hurried before a magistrate, andcharged by Jonathan Wild with various robberies; but, as Jack Sheppardstated that he had most important disclosures to make, as well ascharges to bring forward against his accuser, he was committed with hisfemale companion to the New Prison in Clerkenwell for furtherexamination. 

CHAPTER IV. 

Jack Sheppard's Escape from the New Prison. 

In consequence of Jack Sheppard's desperate character, it was judgedexpedient by the keeper of the New Prison to load him with fetters ofunusual weight, and to place him in a cell which, from its strength andsecurity, was called the Newgate Ward. The ward in which he wasconfined, was about six yards in length, and three in width, and inheight, might be about twelve feet. The windows which were about ninefeet from the floor, had no glass; but were secured by thick iron bars, and an oaken beam. Along the floor ran an iron bar to which Jack's chainwas attached, so that he could move along it from one end of the chamberto the other. No prisoner except Edgeworth Bess was placed in the samecell with him. Jack was in excellent spirits; and by his wit, drolleryand agreeable demeanour, speedily became a great favourite with theturnkey, who allowed him every indulgence consistent with his situation. The report of his detention caused an immense sensation. Numberlesscharges were preferred against him, amongst others, information waslodged of the robbery at Dollis Hill, and murder of Mrs. Wood, and alarge reward offered for the apprehension of Blueskin; and as, inaddition to this, Jack had threatened to impeach Wild, his nextexamination was looked forward to with the greatest interest. 

The day before this examination was appointed to take place--the thirdof the prisoner's detention--an old man, respectably dressed, requestedpermission to see him. Jack's friends were allowed to visit him, ; but ashe had openly avowed his intention of attempting an escape, theirproceedings were narrowly watched. The old man was conducted to Jack'scell by the turnkey, who remained near him during their interview. Heappeared to be a stranger to the prisoner, and the sole motive of hisvisit, curiosity. After a brief conversation, which Sheppard sustainedwith his accustomed liveliness, the old man turned to Bess and addresseda few words of common-place gallantry to her. While this was going on, Jack suddenly made a movement which attracted the turnkey's attention;and during that interval the old man slipped some articles wrapped in ahandkerchief into Bess's hands, who instantly secreted them in herbosom. The turnkey looked round the next moment, but the manoeuvreescaped his observation. After a little further discourse the old mantook his departure. 

Left alone with Edgeworth Bess, Jack burst into a loud laugh ofexultation. 

"Blueskin's a friend in need, " he said. "His disguise was capital; but Idetected it in a moment. Has he given you the tools?"

"He has, " replied Bess, producing the handkerchief. 

"Bravo, " cried Sheppard, examining its contents, which proved to be afile, a chisel, two or three gimblets, and a piercer. "Jonathan Wildshall find it's not easy to detain me. As sure as he is now living, I'llpay him a visit in the Old Bailey before morning. And then I'll pay offold scores. It's almost worth while being sent to prison to have thepleasure of escaping. I shall now be able to test my skill. " And runningon in this way, he carefully concealed the tools. 

Whether the turnkey entertained any suspicion of the old man, Jack couldnot tell, but that night he was more than usually rigorous in hissearch; and having carefully examined the prisoners and finding nothingto excite his suspicions, he departed tolerably satisfied. 

As soon as he was certain he should be disturbed no more, Jack set towork, and with the aid of the file in less than an hour had freedhimself from his fetters. With Bess's assistance he then climbed up tothe window, which, as has just been stated, was secured by iron bars ofgreat thickness crossed by a stout beam of oak. The very sight of theseimpediments, would have appalled a less courageous spirit thanSheppard's--but nothing could daunt him. To work then he went, and withwonderful industry filed off two of the iron bars. Just as he completedthis operation, the file broke. The oaken beam, nine inches inthickness, was now the sole but most formidable obstacle to his flight. With his gimblet he contrived to bore a number of holes so closetogether that at last one end of the bar, being completely piercedthrough, yielded; and pursuing the same with the other extremity, itfell out altogether. 

This last operation was so fatiguing, that for a short time he wasobliged to pause to recover the use of his fingers. He then descended;and having induced Bess to take off some part of her clothing, he torethe gown and petticoat into shreds and twisted them into a sort of ropewhich he fastened to the lower bars of the window. With some difficultyhe contrived to raise her to the window, and with still greaterdifficulty to squeeze her through it--her bulk being much greater thanhis own. He then made a sort of running noose, passed it over her body, and taking firmly hold of the bars, prepared to guide her descent. ButBess could scarcely summon resolution enough to hazard the experiment;and it was only on Jack's urgent intreaties, and even threats, that shecould be prevailed on to trust herself to the frail tenure of the ropehe had prepared. At length, however, she threw herself off; and Jackcarefully guiding the rope she landed in safety. 

The next moment he was by her side. 

But the great point was still unaccomplished. They had escaped from theNew Prison, it is true; but the wall of Clerkenwell Bridewell, by whichthat jail was formerly surrounded, and which was more than twenty feethigh, and protected by formidable and bristling _chevaux de frise_, remained to be scaled. Jack, however, had an expedient for masteringthis difficulty. He ventured to the great gates, and by inserting hisgimblets into the wood at intervals, so as to form points upon which hecould rest his foot, he contrived, to ascend them; and when at the top, having fastened a portion of his dress to the spikes, he managed, notwithout considerable risk, to draw up his female companion. Once overthe iron spikes, Bess exhibited no reluctance to be let down on theother side of the wall. Having seen his mistress safe down, Jackinstantly descended, leaving the best part of his clothes, as a memorialof his flight, to the jailor. 

And thus he effected his escape from the New Prison. 

CHAPTER V. 

The Disguise. 

In a hollow in the meadows behind the prison whence Jack Sheppard hadescaped, --for, at this time, the whole of the now thickly-peopleddistrict north of Clerkenwell Bridewell was open country, stretching outin fertile fields in the direction of Islington--and about a quarter ofa mile off, stood a solitary hovel, known as Black Mary's Hole. Thisspot, which still retains its name, acquired the appellation from an oldcrone who lived there, and who, in addition to a very equivocalcharacter for honesty, enjoyed the reputation of being a witch. Withoutinquiring into the correctness of the latter part of the story, it maybe sufficient to state, that Black Mary was a person in whom JackSheppard thought he could confide, and, as Edgeworth Bess was incapableof much further exertion, he determined to leave her in the old woman'scare till the following night, while he shifted for himself andfulfilled his design--for, however rash or hazardous a project might be, if once conceived, Jack always executed it, --of visiting Jonathan Wildat his house in the Old Bailey. 

It was precisely two o'clock on the morning of Whit-monday, the 25th ofMay 1724, when the remarkable escape before detailed was completed: and, though it wanted full two hours to daybreak, the glimmer of a waningmoon prevented it from being totally dark. Casting a hasty glance, as hewas about to turn an angle of the wall, at the great gates and upperwindows of the prison, and perceiving no symptoms of pursuit, Jackproceeded towards the hovel at a very deliberate pace, carefullyassisting his female companion over every obstacle in the road, andbearing her in his arms when, as was more than once the case, she sankfrom fright and exhaustion. In this way he crossed one or two publicgardens and a bowling-green, --the neighbourhood of Clerkenwell thenabounded in such places of amusement, --passed the noted Ducking Pond, where Black Mary had been frequently immersed; and, striking off to theleft across the fields, arrived in a few minutes at his destination. 

Descending the hollow, or rather excavation, --for it was an old disusedclay-pit, at the bottom of which the cottage was situated, --he speedilysucceeded in arousing the ancient sibyl, and having committed EdgeworthBess to her care, with a promise of an abundant reward in case shewatched diligently over her safety, and attended to her comforts tillhis return, --to all which Black Mary readily agreed, --he departed with aheart lightened of half its load. 

Jack's first object was to seek out Blueskin, whom he had no doubt heshould find at the New Mint, at Wapping, for the Old Mint no longerafforded a secure retreat to the robber; and, with this view, hemade the best of his way along a bye-lane leading towardsHockley-in-the-Hole. He had not proceeded far when he was alarmed by thetramp of a horse, which seemed to be rapidly approaching, and he hadscarcely time to leap the hedge and conceal himself behind a tree, whena tall man, enveloped in an ample cloak, with his hat pulled over hisbrows, rode by at full speed. Another horseman followed quickly at theheels of the first; but just as he passed the spot where Jack stood, hissteed missed its footing, and fell. Either ignorant of the accident, orheedless of it, the foremost horseman pursued his way without eventurning his head. 

Conceiving the opportunity too favourable to be lost, Jack sprangsuddenly over the hedge, and before the man, who was floundering on theground with one foot in the stirrup, could extricate himself from hisembarrassing position, secured his pistols, which he drew from theholsters, and held them to his head. The fellow swore lustily, in avoice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold, andvainly attempted to rise and draw his sword. 

"Dog!" thundered Sheppard, putting the muzzle of the pistol so close tothe janizary's ear, that the touch of the cold iron made him start, "don't you know me?"

"Blood and thunder!" exclaimed Quilt, opening his eyes withastonishment. "It can't be Captain Sheppard!"

"It _is_, " replied Jack; "and you had better have met the devil on yourroad than me. Do you remember what I said when you took me at the Mintfour days ago? I told you my turn would come. It _has_ come, --and soonerthan you expected. "

"So I find, Captain, " rejoined Quilt, submissively; "but you're toonoble-hearted to take advantage of my situation. Besides, I acted forothers, and not for myself. "

"I know it, " replied Sheppard, "and therefore I spare your life. "

"I was sure you wouldn't injure me, Captain, " remarked Quilt, in awheedling tone, while he felt about for his sword; "you're far too braveto strike a fallen man. "

"Ah! traitor!" cried Jack, who had noticed the movement; "make suchanother attempt, and it shall cost you your life. " So saying, heunbuckled the belt to which the janizary's hanger was attached, andfastened it to his own girdle. 

"And now, " he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has justridden by?"

"No, " answered Quilt, sullenly. 

"Who, then?" demanded Jack. "Speak, or I fire!"

"Well, if you _will_ have it, it's Sir Rowland Trenchard. "

"Sir Rowland Trenchard!" echoed Jack, in amazement. "What are you doingwith him?"

"It's a long story, Captain, and I've no breath to tell it, --unless youchoose to release me, " rejoined Quilt. 

"Get up, then, " said Jack, freeing his foot from the stirrup. "Now--begin. "

Quilt, however, seemed unwilling to speak. 

"I should be sorry to proceed to extremities, " continued Sheppard, againraising the pistol. 

"Well, since you force me to betray my master's secrets, " replied Quilt, sullenly, "I've ridden express to Manchester to deliver a message to SirRowland. "

"Respecting Thames Darrell?" observed Jack. 

"Why, how the devil did you happen to guess that?" cried the janizary. 

"No matter, " replied Sheppard. "I'm glad to find I'm right. You informedSir Rowland that Thames Darrell was returned?"

"Exactly so, " replied Quilt, "and he instantly decided upon returning toLondon with me. We've ridden post all the way, and I'm horribly tired, or you wouldn't have mastered me so easily. "

"Perhaps not, " replied Jack, to whom an idea had suddenly occurred. "Now, Sir, I'll trouble you for your coat. I've left mine on the spikesof the New Prison, and must borrow yours. "

"Why, surely you can't be in earnest, Captain. You wouldn't rob Mr. Wild's chief janizary?"

"I'd rob Mr. Wild himself if I met him, " retorted Jack. "Come, off withit, sirrah, or I'll blow out your brains, in the first place, and stripyou afterwards. "

"Well, rather than you should commit so great a crime, Captain, here itis, " replied Quilt, handing him the garment in question. "Anythingelse?"

"Your waistcoat. "

"'Zounds! Captain, I shall get my death of cold. I was in hopes you'd becontent with my hat and wig. "

"I shall require them as well, " rejoined Sheppard; "and your boots. "

"My boots! Fire and fury! They won't fit you; they are too large. Besides, how am I to ride home without them?"

"Don't distress yourself, " returned Jack, "you shall walk. Now, " headded, as his commands were reluctantly obeyed, "help me on with them. "

Quilt knelt down, as if he meant to comply; but, watching hisopportunity, he made a sudden grasp at Sheppard's leg, with theintention of overthrowing him. 

But Jack was too nimble for him. Striking out his foot, he knocked halfa dozen teeth down the janizary's throat; and, seconding the kick with ablow on the head from the butt-end of the pistol, stretched him, senseless and bleeding on the ground. 

"Like master like man, " observed Jack as he rolled the inanimate body tothe side of the road. "From Jonathan Wild's confidential servant whatcould be expected but treachery?"

With this, he proceeded to dress himself in Quilt Arnold's clothes, pulled the wig over his face and eyes so as completely to conceal hisfeatures, slouched the hat over his brows, drew the huge boots above hisknees, and muffled himself up in the best way he could. On searching thecoat, he found, amongst other matters, a mask, a key, and a pocket-book. The latter appeared to contain several papers, which Jack carefully putby, in the hope that they might turn out of importance in a scheme ofvengeance which he meditated against the thief-taker. He then mountedthe jaded hack, which had long since regained its legs, and was quietlybrowsing the grass at the road-side, and, striking spurs into its side, rode off. He had not proceeded far when he encountered Sir Rowland, who, having missed his attendant, had returned to look after him. 

"What has delayed you?" demanded the knight impatiently. 

"My horse has had a fall, " replied Jack, assuming to perfection--for hewas a capital mimic, --the tones of Quilt Arnold. "It was some timebefore I could get him to move. "

"I fancied I heard voices, " rejoined Sir Rowland. 

"So did I, " answered Jack; "we had better move on. This is a noted placefor highwaymen. "

"I thought you told me that the rascal who has so long been the terrorof the town--Jack Sheppard--was in custody. "

"So he is, " returned Jack; "but there's no saying how long he may remainso. Besides, there are greater rascals than Jack Sheppard at liberty, Sir Rowland. "

Sir Rowland made no reply, but angrily quickened his pace. The pair thendescended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters ofFleet-ditch, mounted Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle beforeJonathan Wild's door. Aware of Quilt Arnold's mode of proceeding, Jackinstantly dismounted, and, instead of knocking, opened the door with thepass-key. The porter instantly made his appearance, and Sheppard orderedhim to take care of the horses. 

"Well, what sort of journey have you had, Quilt?" asked the man as hehastened to assist Sir Rowland to dismount. 

"Oh! we've lost no time, as you perceive, " replied Jack. "Is thegovernor within?"

"Yes; you'll find him in the audience-chamber. He has got Blueskin withhim. "

"Ah! indeed! what's he doing here?" inquired Jack. 

"Come to buy off Jack Sheppard, I suppose, " replied the fellow. "But itwon't do. Mr. Wild has made up his mind, and, when that's the case, allthe persuasion on earth won't turn him. Jack will be tried to-morrow;and, as sure as my name's Obadiah Lemon he'll take up his quarters atthe King's-Head, " pointing to Newgate, "over the way. "

"Well, we shall see, " replied Jack. "Look to the horses, Obadiah. Thisway, Sir Rowland. "

As familiar as Quilt Arnold himself with every part of Wild's mysteriousabode, as well as with the ways of its inmates, Jack, without amoment's hesitation, took up a lamp which was burning in the hall, andled his companion up the great stone stairs. Arrived at theaudience-chamber, he set down the light upon a stand, threw open thedoor, and announced in a loud voice, but with the perfect intonation ofthe person he represented, --"Sir Rowland Trenchard. "

Jonathan, who was engaged in conversation with Blueskin, instantlyarose, and bowed with cringing ceremoniousness to the knight. The latterhaughtily returned his salutation, and flung himself, as if exhausted, into a chair. 

"You've arrived sooner than I expected, Sir Rowland, " observed thethief-taker. "Lost no time on the road--eh!--I didn't expect you tillto-morrow at the earliest. Excuse me an instant while I dismiss thisperson. --You've your answer, Blueskin, " he added, pushing thatindividual, who seemed unwilling to depart, towards the door; "it'suseless to urge the matter further. Jack is registered in the BlackBook. "

"One word before I go, " urged Blueskin. 

"Not a syllable, " replied Wild. "If you talk as long as an Old Baileycounsel, you'll not alter my determination. "

"Won't my life do as well as his?" supplicated the other. 

"Humph!" exclaimed Jonathan, doubtfully. "And you would surrenderyourself--eh?"

"I'll surrender myself at once, if you'll engage to bring him off; andyou'll get the reward from old Wood. It's two hundred pounds. Recollectthat. "

"Faithful fellow!" murmured Jack. "I forgive him his disobedience. "

"Will you do it?" persisted Blueskin. 

"No, " replied Wild; "and I've only listened to your absurd proposal tosee how far your insane attachment to this lad would carry you. "

"I _do_ love him, " cried Blueskin, "and that's the long and short of it. I've taught him all he can do; and there isn't his fellow, and neverwill be again. I've seen many a clever cracksman, but never one likehim. If you hang Jack Sheppard, you'll cut off the flower o' thepurfession. But I'll not believe it of you. It's all very well to readhim a lesson, and teach him obedience; but you've gone far enough forthat. "

"Not quite, " rejoined the thief-taker, significantly. 

"Well, " growled Blueskin, "you've had my offer. "

"And you my warning, " retorted Wild. "Good night!"

"Blueskin, " whispered Jack, in his natural tones, as the other passedhim, "wait without. "

"Power o' mercy!" cried Blueskin starting. 

"What's the matter?" demanded Jonathan, harshly. 

"Nothin'--nothin', " returned Blueskin; "only I thought--"

"You saw the hangman, no doubt, " said Jack. "Take courage, man; it isonly Quilt Arnold. Come, make yourself scarce. Don't you see Mr. Wild'sbusy. " And then he added, in an under tone, "Conceal yourself outside, and be within call. "

Blueskin nodded, and left the room. Jack affected to close the door, butleft it slightly ajar. 

"What did you say to him?" inquired Jonathan, suspiciously. 

"I advised him not to trouble you farther about Jack Sheppard, " answeredthe supposed janizary. 

"He seems infatuated about the lad, " observed Wild. "I shall be obligedto hang him to keep him company. And now, Sir Rowland, " he continued, turning to the knight, "to our own concerns. It's a long time since wemet, eight years and more. I hope you've enjoyed your health. 'Slife!you are wonderfully altered. I should scarcely have known you. "

The knight was indeed greatly changed. Though not much passed the middleterm of life, he seemed prematurely stricken with old age. His frame waswasted, and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard, which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, wasperfectly white. His manner, however, was as stern and haughty as ever, and his glances retained their accustomed fire. 

"I did not come hither to consult you as to the state of my health, Sir, " he observed, displeased by Jonathan's allusion to the alterationin his appearance. 

"True, " replied Wild. "You were no doubt surprised by the unlooked-forintelligence I sent you of your nephew's return?"

"Was it _unlooked-for_ on your part?" demanded the knight, distrustfully. 

"On my soul, yes, " rejoined Jonathan. "I should as soon have expectedthe bones of Tom Sheppard to reunite themselves and walk out of thatcase, as Thames Darrell to return. The skipper, Van Galgebrok, affirmedto me, --nay, gave me the additional testimony of two of his crew, --thathe was thrown overboard. But it appears he was picked up by fishermen, and carried to France, where he has remained ever since, and where itwould have been well for him if he had remained altogether. "

"Have you seen him?" asked Trenchard. 

"I have, " replied Wild; "and nothing but the evidence of my senses wouldhave made me believe he was living, after the positive assurance Ireceived to the contrary. He is at present with Mr. Wood, --the personwhom you may remember adopted him, --at Dollis Hill, near Willesden; andit's a singular but fortunate circumstance, so far as we are concerned, that Mrs. Wood chanced to be murdered by Blueskin, the fellow who justleft the room, on the very night of his return, as it has thrown thehouse into such confusion, and so distracted them, that he has had notime as yet for hostile movements. "

"And what course do you propose to pursue in reference to him?" askedSir Rowland. 

"My plan is a very simple one, " rejoined the thief-taker smilingbitterly. "I would treat him as you treated his father, Sir Rowland. "

"Murder him!" cried Trenchard shuddering. 

"Ay, murder him, if you like the term, " returned Wild. "I should call itputting him out of the way. But no matter how you phrase it, the end isthe same. "

"I cannot consent to it, " replied Sir Rowland firmly. "Since the seahas spared him, I will spare him. It is in vain to struggle against thearm of fate. I will shed no more blood. "

"And perish upon the gibbet, " rejoined Jonathan contemptuously. 

"Flight is still left me, " replied Trenchard. "I can escape to France. "

"And do you think I'll allow you to depart, " cried Jonathan in amenacing tone, "and compromise _my_ safety? No, no. We are linkedtogether in this matter, and must go through with it. You cannot--shallnot retreat. "

"Death and hell!" cried Sir Rowland, rising and drawing his sword; "doyou think you can shackle my free will, villain?"

"In this particular instance I do, Sir Rowland, " replied Jonathan, calmly, "because you are wholly in my power. But be patient, I am yourfast friend. Thames Darrell MUST die. Our mutual safety requires it. Leave the means to me. "

"More blood! more blood!" cried Trenchard, passing his hand with agonyacross his brow. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from mycouch--the father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!--themother with her wringing hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!--Andmust another be added to their number--their son! Horror!--let me bespared this new crime! And yet the gibbet--my name tarnished--myescutcheon blotted by the hangman!--No, I cannot submit to that. "

"I should think not, " observed Jonathan, who had some practice in theknight's moods, and knew how to humour him. "It's a miserable weaknessto be afraid of bloodshed. --The general who gives an order for wholesalecarnage never sleeps a wink the less soundly for the midnight groans ofhis victims, and we should deride him as a coward if he did. And life ismuch the same, whether taken in battle, on the couch, or by theroad-side. Besides those whom I've slain with my own hands, I'vebrought upwards of thirty persons to the gallows. Most of their relicsare in yonder cases; but I don't remember that any of them havedisturbed my rest. The mode of destruction makes no difference. It'sprecisely the same thing to me to bid my janizaries cut Thames Darrell'sthroat, as to order Jack Sheppard's execution. "

As Jonathan said this, Jack's hand involuntarily sought a pistol. 

"But to the point, " continued Wild, unconscious of the peril in whichthe remark had placed him, --"to the point. On the terms that procuredyour liberation from Newgate, I will free you from this new danger. "

"Those terms were a third of my estate, " observed Trenchard bitterly. 

"What of that, " rejoined Jonathan. "Any price was better than your head. If Thames Darrell escapes, you will lose both life and property. "

"True, true, " replied the knight, with an agonized look; "there is noalternative. "

"None whatever, " rejoined Wild. "Is it a bargain?"

"Take half of my estate--take all--my life, if you will--I am weary ofit!" cried Trenchard passionately. 

"No, " replied Jonathan, "I'll not take you at your word, as regards thelatter proposition. We shall both, I hope, live to enjoy ourshares--long after Thames Darrell is forgotten--ha! ha! A third of yourestate I accept. And as these things should always be treated as mattersof business, I'll just draw up a memorandum of our arrangement. "

And, as he spoke, he took up a sheet of paper, and hastily traced a fewlines upon it. 

"Sign this, " he said, pushing the document towards Sir Rowland. 

The knight mechanically complied with his request. 

"Enough!" cried Jonathan, eagerly pocketing the memorandum. "And now, inreturn for your liberality, I'll inform you of a secret with which it isimportant you should be acquainted. "

"A secret!" exclaimed Trenchard. "Concerning whom?"

"Mrs. Sheppard, " replied Jonathan, mysteriously. 

"Mrs. Sheppard!" echoed Jack, surprised out of his caution. 

"Ah!" exclaimed Wild, looking angrily towards his supposed attendant. 

"I beg pardon, Sir, " replied Jack, with the accent and manner of thejanizary; "I was betrayed into the exclamation by my surprise thatanything in which Sir Rowland Trenchard was interested could havereference to so humble a person as Mrs. Sheppard. "

"Be pleased, then, in future not to let your surprise find vent inwords, " rejoined Jonathan, sternly. "My servants, like Eastern mutes, must have eyes, and ears, --and _hands_, if need be, --but no tongues. Youunderstand me, sirrah?"

"Perfectly, " replied Jack. "I'm dumb. "

"Your secret?" demanded Trenchard, impatiently. 

"I need not remind you, Sir Rowland, " replied Wild, "that you had twosisters--Aliva and Constance. "

"Both are dead, " observed the knight, gloomily. 

"Not so;" answered Wild. "Constance is yet living. "

"Constance alive? Impossible!" ejaculated Trenchard. 

"I've proofs to the contrary, " replied Jonathan. 

"If this is the case, where is she?"

"In Bedlam, " replied the thief-taker, with a Satanic grin. 

"Gracious Heaven!" exclaimed the knight, upon whom a light seemedsuddenly to break. "You mentioned Mrs. Sheppard. What has she to withConstance Trenchard?"

"Mrs. Sheppard _is_ Constance Trenchard, " replied Jonathan, maliciously. 

Here Jack Sheppard was unable to repress an exclamation of astonishment. 

"Again, " cried Jonathan, sternly: "beware!"

"What!" vociferated Trenchard. "My sister the wife of one condemnedfelon! the parent of another! It cannot be. "

"It _is_ so, nevertheless, " replied Wild. "Stolen by a gipsy whenscarcely five years old, Constance Trenchard, after variousvicissitudes, was carried to London, where she lived in great poverty, with the dregs of society. It is useless to trace out her miserablecareer; though I can easily do so if you require it. To preserveherself, however, from destitution, or what she considered worse, shewedded a journeyman carpenter, named Sheppard. "

"Alas! that one so highly born should submit to such a degradation?"groaned the knight. 

"I see nothing surprising in it, " rejoined Jonathan. "In the firstplace, she had no knowledge of her birth; and, consequently, no falsepride to get rid of. In the second, she was wretchedly poor, andassailed by temptations of which you can form no idea. Distress likehers might palliate far greater offences than she ever committed. Withthe same inducements we should all do the same thing. Poor girl! she wasbeautiful once; so beautiful as to make _me_, who care little for theallurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. "

Jack Sheppard again sought his pistol, and was only withheld fromlevelling it at the thief-taker's head, by the hope that he might gathersome further information respecting his mother. And he had good reasonbefore long to congratulate himself on his forbearance. 

"What proof have you of the truth of this story?" inquired Trenchard. 

"This, " replied Jonathan, taking a paper from a portfolio, and handingit to the knight, "this written evidence, signed by Martha Cooper, thegipsy, by whom the girl was stolen, and who was afterwards executed fora similar crime. It is attested, you will observe, by the Reverend Mr. Purney, the present ordinary of Newgate. "

"I am acquainted with Mr. Purney's hand-writing, " said Jack, advancing, "and can at once decide whether this is a forgery or not. "

"Look at it, then, " said Wild, giving him the portfolio. 

"It's the ordinary's signature, undoubtedly, " replied Jack. 

And as he gave back the portfolio to Sir Rowland he contrived, unobserved, to slip the precious document into his sleeve, and fromthence into his pocket. 

"And, does any of our bright blood flow in the veins of a ruffianlyhousebreaker?" cried Trenchard, with a look of bewilderment. "I'll notbelieve it. "

"Others may, if you won't, " muttered Jack, retiring. "Thank Heaven! I'mnot basely born. "

"Now, mark me, " said Jonathan, "and you'll find I don't do things byhalves. By your father, Sir Montacute Trenchard's will, you areaware, --and, therefore, I need not repeat it, except for the specialpurpose I have in view, --you are aware, I say, that, by this will, incase your sister Aliva, died without issue, or, on the death of suchissue, the property reverts to Constance and _her_ issue. "

"I hear, " said Sir Rowland, moodily. 

"And I, " muttered Jack. 

"Thames Darrell once destroyed, " pursued Jonathan. "Constance--or, rather, Mrs. Sheppard--becomes entitled to the estates; whicheventually--provided he escaped the gallows--would descend to her son. "

"Ha!" exclaimed Jack, drawing in his breath, and leaning forward withintense curiosity. 

"Well, Sir?" gasped Sir Rowland. 

"But this need give you no uneasiness, " pursued Jonathan; "Mrs. Sheppard, as I told you, is in Bedlam, an incurable maniac; while herson is in the New Prison, whence he will only be removed to Newgate andTyburn. "

"So you think, " muttered Jack, between his ground teeth. 

"To make your mind perfectly easy on the score of Mrs. Sheppard, "continued Jonathan; "after we've disposed of Thames Darrell, I'll visither in Bedlam; and, as I understand I form one of her chief terrors, I'll give her such a fright that I'll engage she shan't long surviveit. "

"Devil!" muttered Jack, again grasping his pistol. But, feeling secureof vengeance, he determined to abide his time. 

"And now, having got rid of the minor obstacles, " said Jonathan, "I'llsubmit a plan for the removal of the main difficulty. Thames Darrell, I've said, is at Mr. Wood's at Dollis Hill, wholly unsuspicious of anydesigns against him, and, in fact, entirely ignorant of your beingacquainted with his return, or even of his existence. In this state, itwill be easy to draw him into a snare. To-morrow night--or ratherto-night, for we are fast verging on another day--I propose to lure himout of the house by a stratagem which I am sure will prove infallible;and, then, what so easy as to knock him on the head. To make sure workof it, I'll superintend the job myself. Before midnight, I'll answer forit, it shall be done. My janizaries shall go with me. You hear what Isay, Quilt?" he added, looking at Jack. 

"I do, " replied Sheppard. 

"Abraham Mendez will like the task, --for he has entertained a hatred tothe memory of Thames Darrell ever since he received the wound in thehead, when the two lads attempted to break out of St. Giles'sround-house. I've despatched him to the New Prison. But I expect himback every minute. "

"The New Prison!" exclaimed Sheppard. "What is he gone there for?"

"With a message to the turnkey to look after his prisoner, " repliedWild, with a cunning smile. "Jack Sheppard had a visitor, I understand, yesterday, and may make an attempt to escape. It's as well to be on thesafe side. "

"It is, " replied Jack. 

At this moment, his quick ears detected the sound of footsteps on thestairs. He drew both his pistols, and prepared for a desperateencounter. 

"There is another mystery I would have solved, " said Trenchard, addressing Wild; "you have told me much, but not enough. "

"What do you require further?" asked Jonathan. 

"The name and rank of Thames Darrell's father, " said the knight. 

"Another time, " replied the thief-taker, evasively. 

"I will have it now, " rejoined Trenchard, "or our agreement is void. "

"You cannot help yourself, Sir Rowland, " replied Jonathan, contemptuously. 

"Indeed!" replied the knight, drawing his sword, "the secret, villain, or I will force it from you. "

Before Wild could make any reply, the door was thrown violently open, and Abraham Mendez rushed into the room, with a face of the utmostconsternation. 

"He hash eshcaped!" cried the Jew. 

"Who? Jack!" exclaimed Jonathan. 

"Yesh, " replied Abraham. "I vent to de New Prish'n, and on wishitin' hisshel vid de turnkey, vot should ve find but de shains on de ground, devinder broken, and Jack and Agevorth Besh gone. "

"Damnation!" cried Jonathan, stamping his foot with uncontrollable rage. "I'd rather have given a thousand pounds than this had happened. But hemight have broken out of prison, and yet not got over the wall ofClerkenwell Bridewell. Did you search the yard, fool?"

"Ve did, " replied Abraham; "and found his fine goat and ruffles torn toshtrips on de shpikes near de creat cate. It vosh plain he vent datvay. "

Jonathan gave utterance to a torrent of imprecations. 

While he thus vented his rage, the door again opened, and Quilt Arnoldrushed into the room, bleeding, and half-dressed. 

"'Sblood! what's this!" cried Jonathan, in the utmost surprise. "QuiltArnold, is that you?"

"It is, Sir, " sputtered the janizary. "I've been robbed, maltreated, andnearly murdered by Jack Sheppard. "

"By Jack Sheppard!" exclaimed the thief-taker. 

"Yes; and I hope you'll take ample vengeance upon him, " said Quilt. 

"I will, when I catch him, rely on it, " rejoined Wild. 

"You needn't go far to do that, " returned Quilt; "there he stands. "

"Ay, here I am, " said Jack, throwing off his hat and wig, and marchingtowards the group, amongst whom there was a general movement of surpriseat his audacity. "Sir Rowland, I salute you as your nephew. "

"Back, villain!" said the knight, haughtily. "I disown you. The wholestory of your relationship is a fabrication. "

"Time will show, " replied Jack with equal haughtiness. "But, however, itmay turn out, I disown _you_. "

"Well, Jack, " said Jonathan, who had looked at him with surprise notunmixed with admiration, "you are a bold and clever fellow, I mustallow. Were I not Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard. I'm almost sorryI've sworn to hang you. But, it can't be helped. I'm a slave to my word. Were I to let you go, you'd say I feared you. Besides, you've secretswhich must not be disclosed. Nab and Quilt to the door! Jack, you are myprisoner. "

"And you flatter yourself you can detain me?" laughed Jack. 

"At least I'll try, " replied Jonathan, sarcastically. "You must be acleverer lad than even _I_ take you for, if you get out of this place. "

"What ho! Blueskin!" shouted Jack. 

"Here I am, Captain, " cried a voice from without. And the door wassuddenly thrown open, and the two janizaries felled to the ground by thestrong arm of the stalwart robber. 

"Your boast, you see, was a little premature, Mr. Wild, " said Sheppard. "Adieu, my worthy uncle. Fortunately, I've secured the proof of mybirth. "

"Confusion!" thundered Wild. "Close the doors below! Loose the dogs!Curses! they don't hear me! I'll ring the alarm-bell. " And he raised hisarm with the intention of executing his purpose, when a ball from Jack'spistol passed through the back of his hand, shattering the limb. "Aha!my lad!" he cried without appearing to regard the pain of the wound;"now I'll show you no quarter. " And, with the uninjured hand he drew apistol, which he fired, but without effect, at Jack. 

"Fly, Captain, fly!" vociferated Blueskin; "I shan't be able to keepthese devils down. Fly! they shall knock me on the head--curse'em!--before they shall touch you. "

"Come along!" cried Jack, darting through the door. "The key's on theoutside--quick! quick!"

Instantly alive to this chance, Blueskin broke away. Two shots werefired at him by Jonathan; one of which passed through his hat, and theother through the fleshy part of his arm; but he made good his retreat. The door was closed--locked, --and the pair were heard descending thestairs. 

"Hell's curses!" roared Jonathan. "They'll escape. Not a moment is to belost. "

So saying, he took hold of a ring in the floor, and disclosed a flightof steps, down which he hurried, followed by the janizaries. This meansof communication instantly brought them to the lobby. But Jack and hiscompanion were already gone. 

Jonathan threw open the street-door. Upon the pavement near the courtlay the porter, who had been prostrated by a blow from the butt-end of apistol. The man, who was just able to move, pointed towardsGiltspur-street. Jonathan looked in that direction, and beheld thefugitives riding off in triumph. 

"To-night it is _their_ turn, " said Jonathan, binding up his woundedfingers with a handkerchief. "To-morrow it will be _mine_. "

CHAPTER VI. 

Winifred receives two Proposals. 

The tragical affair at Dollis Hill, it need scarcely be said, was adreadful blow to the family. Mr. Wood bore up with great fortitudeagainst the shock, attended the inquest, delivered his evidence withcomposure, and gave directions afterwards for the funeral, which tookplace on the day but one following--Sunday. As soon, however, as thelast solemn rites were over, and the remains of the unfortunate womancommitted to their final resting-place in Willesden churchyard, hisfirmness completely deserted him, and he sank beneath the weight of hisaffliction. It was fortunate that by this time Winifred had so farrecovered, as to be able to afford her father the best and only solacethat, under the circumstances, he could have received, --her personalattentions. 

The necessity which had previously existed of leaving the ghastlyevidence of the murderous deed undisturbed, --the presence of the mangledcorpse, --the bustle of the inquest, at which her attendance wasrequired, --all these circumstances produced a harrowing effect upon theyoung girl's imagination. But when all was over, a sorrowful calmsucceeded, and, if not free from grief, she was tranquil. As to Thames, though deeply and painfully affected by the horrible occurrence that hadmarked his return to his old friends, he was yet able to control hisfeelings, and devote himself to the alleviation of the distress of themore immediate sufferers by the calamity. 

It was Sunday evening--a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, _cheerful_ look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismaltragedy so lately acted within its walls. The birds were singingblithely amid the trees, --the lowing of the cows resounded from theyard, --a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the openwindow, --at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tollingfor evening service. All these things spoke of peace;--but there areseasons when the pleasantest external influences have a depressingeffect on the mind, by painfully recalling past happiness. So, at least, thought one of two persons who were seated together in a smallback-parlour of the house at Dollis Hill. She was a lovely girl, attiredin deep mourning, and having an expression of profound sorrow on hercharming features. Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressedin a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at hisbosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. Thesepersons were Mr. Kneebone and Winifred. 

The funeral, it has just been said, took place on that day. Amongstothers who attended the sad ceremony was Mr. Kneebone. Conceivinghimself called upon, as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay thislast tribute of respect to her memory, he appeared as one of the chiefmourners. Overcome by his affliction, Mr. Wood had retired to his ownroom, where he had just summoned Thames. Much to her annoyance, therefore, Winifred was left alone with the woollen-draper, whofollowing up a maxim of his own, "that nothing was gained by too muchbashfulness, " determined to profit by the opportunity. He had only beenprevented, indeed, by a fear of Mrs. Wood from pressing his suit longago. This obstacle removed, he thought he might now make the attempt. Happen what might, he could not be in a worse position. 

"We have had a sad loss, my dear Winifred, " he began, --"for I must usethe privilege of an old friend, and address you by that familiarname, --we have had a sad loss in the death of your lamented parent, whose memory I shall for ever revere. "

Winifred's eyes filled with tears. This was not exactly what thewoollen-draper desired. So he resolved to try another tack. 

"What a very remarkable thing it is, " he observed, applying to hissnuff-box, "that Thames Darrell, whom we all supposed dead, "--Kneebonein his heart sincerely wished he _had_ been so, --"should turn out to bealive after all. Strange, I shouldn't know him when he called on me. "

"It _is_ strange, " replied Winifred, artlessly. "_I_ knew him at once. "

"Of course, " rejoined Kneebone, a little maliciously, "but that's easilyaccounted for. May I be permitted, as a very old and very dear friend ofyour lamented parent, whose loss I shall ever deplore, to ask you onequestion?"

"Undoubtedly, " replied Winifred. 

"And you will answer it frankly?"

"Certainly. "

"Now for it, " thought the woollen-draper, "I shall, at least, ascertainhow the land lies. --Well, then, my dear, " he added aloud, "do you stillentertain the strong attachment you did to Captain Darrell?"

Winifred's cheeks glowed with blushes, and fixing her eyes, whichflashed with resentment, upon the questioner, she said:

"I have promised to answer your question, and I will do so. I love himas a brother. "

"_Only_ as a brother?" persisted Kneebone. 

If Winifred remained silent, her looks would have disarmed a person ofless assurance than the woollen-draper. 

"If you knew how much importance I attach to your answer, " he continuedpassionately, "you would not refuse me one. Were Captain Darrell tooffer you his hand, would you accept it?"

"Your impertinence deserves very different treatment, Sir, " saidWinifred; "but, to put an end to this annoyance, I will tell you--Iwould not. "

"And why not?" asked Kneebone, eagerly. 

"I will not submit to be thus interrogated, " said Winifred, angrily. 

"In the name of your lamented parent, whose memory I shall for everrevere, I implore you to answer me, " urged Kneebone, "why--why would younot accept him?"

"Because our positions are different, " replied Winifred, who could notresist this appeal to her feelings. 

"You are a paragon of prudence and discretion, " rejoined thewoollen-draper, drawing his chair closer to hers. "Disparity of rank isever productive of unhappiness in the married state. When CaptainDarrell's birth is ascertained, I've no doubt he'll turn out anobleman's son. At least, I hope so for his sake as well as my own, " headded, mentally. "He has quite the air of one. And now, my angel, that Iam acquainted with your sentiments on this subject, I shall readilyfulfil a promise which I made to your lamented parent, whose loss Ishall ever deplore. "

"A promise to my mother?" said Winifred, unsuspiciously. 

"Yes, my angel, to _her_--rest her soul! She extorted it from me, andbound me by a solemn oath to fulfil it. "

"Oh! name it. "

"You are a party concerned. Promise me that you will not disobey theinjunctions of her whose memory we must both of us ever revere. Promiseme. "

"If in my power--certainly. But, what is it! What _did_ you promise?"

"To offer you my heart, my hand, my life, " replied Kneebone, falling ather feet. 

"Sir!" exclaimed Winifred, rising. 

"Inequality of rank can be no bar to _our_ union, " continued Kneebone. "Heaven be praised, _I_ am not the son of a nobleman. "

In spite of her displeasure, Winifred could not help smiling at theabsurdity of this address. Taking this for encouragement, her suitorproceeded still more extravagantly. Seizing her hand he covered it withkisses. 

"Adorable girl!" he cried, in the most impassioned tone, and with themost impassioned look he could command. "Adorable girl, I have longloved you to desperation. Your lamented mother, whose loss I shall everdeplore, perceived my passion and encouraged it. Would she were alive toback my suit!"

"This is beyond all endurance, " said Winifred, striving to withdraw herhand. "Leave me, Sir; I insist. "

"Never!" rejoined Kneebone, with increased ardour, --"never, till Ireceive from your own lips the answer which is to make me the happiestor the most miserable of mankind. Hear me, adorable girl! You know notthe extent of my devotion. No mercenary consideration influences me. Love--admiration for your matchless beauty alone sways me. Let yourfather--if he chooses, leave all his wealth to his adopted son. I carenot. Possessed of _you_, I shall have a treasure such as kings could notboast. "

"Pray cease this nonsense, " said Winifred, "and quit the room, or I willcall for assistance. "

At this juncture, the door opened, and Thames entered the room. As thewoollen-draper's back was towards him, he did not perceive him, butcontinued his passionate addresses. 

"Call as you please, beloved girl, " he cried, "I will not stir till I amanswered. You say that you only love Captain Darrell as a brother--"

"Mr. Kneebone!"

"That you would not accept him were he to offer--"

"Be silent, Sir. "

"He then, " continued the woollen-draper, "is no longer considered--"

"How, Sir?" cried Thames, advancing, "what is the meaning of yourreference to my name? Have you dared to insult this lady? If so--"

"Insult her!" replied Kneebone, rising, and endeavouring to hide hisembarrassment under a look of defiance. "Far from, it, Sir. I have madeher an honourable proposal of marriage, in compliance with the requestof her lamented parent, whose memory--"

"Dare to utter that falsehood in my hearing again, scoundrel, "interrupted Thames fiercely, "and I will put it out of your power torepeat the offence. Leave the room! leave the house, Sir! and enter itagain at your peril. "

"I shall do neither, Sir, " replied Kneebone, "unless I am requested bythis lady to withdraw, --in which case I shall comply with her request. And you have to thank her presence, hot-headed boy, that I do notchastise your insolence as it deserves. "

"Go, Mr. Kneebone, --pray go!" implored Winifred. "Thames, I entreat--"

"Your wishes are my laws, beloved, girl, " replied Kneebone, bowingprofoundly. "Captain Darren, " he added, sternly, "you shall hear fromme. "

"When you please, Sir, " said Thames, coldly. 

And the woollen-draper departed. 

"What is all this, dear Winny?" inquired Thames, as soon as they werealone. 

"Nothing--nothing, " she answered, bursting into tears. "Don't ask meabout it now. "

"Winny, " said Thames, tenderly, "something which that self-sufficientfool has said has so far done me a service in enabling me to speak upona subject which I have long had upon my lips, but have not had courageto utter. "

"Thames!"

"You seem to doubt my love, " he continued, --"you seem to think thatchange of circumstances may produce some change in my affections. Hearme then, now, before I take one step to establish my origin, or securemy rights. Whatever those rights may be, whoever I am, my heart isyours. Do you accept it?"

"Dear Thames!"

"Forgive this ill-timed avowal of my love. But, answer me. Am Imistaken? Is your heart mine?"

"It is--it is; and has ever been, " replied Winifred, falling upon hisneck. 

Lovers' confidences should be respected. We close the chapter. 

CHAPTER VII. 

Jack Sheppard warns Thames Darrell. 

On the following night--namely Monday, --the family assembled together, for the first time since the fatal event, in the chamber to which Thameshad been introduced on his arrival at Dollis Hill. As this had been Mrs. Wood's favourite sitting-room, and her image was so intimatelyassociated with it, neither the carpenter nor his daughter could mustercourage to enter it before. Determined, however, to conquer the feelingas soon as possible, Wood had given orders to have the evening mealserved there; but, notwithstanding all his good resolutions upon hisfirst entrance, he had much ado to maintain his self-command. His wife'sportrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupiedwas only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. Thevery blank, however, affected him more deeply than if it had been left. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird fromsinging; it was _her_ favourite canary. The flowers upon themantel-shelf were withered and drooping--_she_ had gathered them. Allthese circumstances, --slight in themselves, but powerful in theireffect, --touched the heart of the widowed carpenter, and added to hisdepression. 

Supper was over. It had been discussed in silence. The cloth wasremoved, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible--forit was getting dusk--put on his spectacles, and opened that sacredvolume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, andleft the lovers--for such they may now be fairly termed--to their ownconversation. Having already expressed our determination not to betrayany confidences of this sort, which, however interesting to the partiesconcerned, could not possibly be so to others, we shall omit also the"love passages, " and proceeding to such topics as may have generalinterest, take up the discourse at the point when Thames Darrellexpressed his determination of starting for Manchester, as soon as JackSheppard's examination had taken place. 

"I am surprised we have received no summons for attendance to-day, " heremarked; "perhaps the other robber may be secured. "

"Or Jack have escaped, " remarked Winny. 

"I don't think that's likely. But, this sad affair disposed of, I willnot rest till I have avenged my murdered parents. "

"'_The avenger of blood himself shall slay the murderer_', " said Wood, who was culling for himself certain texts from the scriptures. 

"It is the voice of inspiration, " said Thames; "and I receive it as asolemn command. The villain has enjoyed his security too long. "

"'_Bloody and deceitful men shall not live half their days_', " saidWood, reading aloud another passage. 

"And yet, _he_ has been spared thus long; perhaps with a wise purpose, "rejoined Thames. "But, though the storm has spared him, _I_ will not. "

"'_No doubt_, '" said Wood, who had again turned over the leaves of thesacred volume--', "_no doubt this man is a murderer, whom, though heescaped the seas, yet vengeance suffereth not to live_'. "

"No feelings of consanguinity shall stay my vengeance, " said Thames, sternly. "I will have no satisfaction but his life. "

"'_Thou shalt take no satisfaction for the life of a murderer which isguilty of death, but he shall surely be put to death_', " said Woodreferring to another text. 

"Do not steel your heart against him, dear Thames, " interposedWinifred. 

"'_And thine eye shall not pity_, '" said her father, in a tone ofrebuke, "'_but, life shall be for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot_. '"

As these words were delivered by the carpenter with stern emphasis, afemale servant entered the room, and stated that a gentleman was at thedoor, who wished to speak with Captain Darell on business of urgentimportance. 

"With me?" said Thames. "Who is it?"

"He didn't give his name, Sir, " replied the maid; "but he's a younggentleman. "

"Don't go near him, dear Thames, " said Winifred; "he may have some illintention. "

"Pshaw!" cried Thames. "What! refuse to see a person who desires tospeak with me. Say I will come to him. "

"Law! Miss, " observed the maid, "there's nothing mischievous in theperson's appearance, I'm sure. He's as nice and civil-spoken a gentlemanas need be; by the same token, " she added, in an under tone, "that hegave me a span new crown piece. "

"'_The thief cometh in the night, and the troop of robbers spoilethwithout_, '" said Wood, who had a text for every emergency. 

"Lor' ha' mussy, Sir!--how you _do_ talk, " said the woman; "this is norobber, I'm sure. I should have known at a glance if it was. He's morelike a lord than--"

As she spoke, steps were heard approaching; the door was thrown open, and a young man marched boldly into the room. 

The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarletriding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger wasattached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and hecarried a laced hat in his hand. Advancing to the middle of the chamber, he halted, drew himself up, and fixed his dark, expressive eyes, onThames Darrell. His appearance excited the greatest astonishment andconsternation amid the group. Winifred screamed. Thames sprang to hisfeet, and half drew his sword, while Wood, removing his spectacles toassure himself that his eyes did not deceive him, exclaimed in a toneand with a look that betrayed the extremity of surprise--"JackSheppard!"

"Jack Sheppard!" echoed the maid. "Is this Jack Sheppard? Oh, la! I'mundone! We shall all have our throats cut! Oh! oh!" And she rushed, screaming, into the passage where she fell down in a fit. 

The occasion of all this confusion and dismay, meanwhile, remainedperfectly motionless; his figure erect, and with somewhat of dignity inhis demeanour. He kept his keen eyes steadily fixed on Thames, as ifawaiting to be addressed. 

"Your audacity passes belief, " cried the latter, as soon as his surprisewould allow him utterance. "If you have contrived to break out of yourconfinement, villain, this is the last place where you ought to showyourself. "

"And, therefore, the first I would visit, " replied Jack, boldly. "But, pardon my intrusion. I was _resolved_ to see you. And, fearing you mightnot come to me, I forced my way hither, even with certainty ofdiscomposing your friends. "

"Well, villain!" replied Thames, "I know not the motive of your visit. But, if you have come to surrender yourself to justice, it is well. Youcannot depart hence. "

"Cannot?" echoed Jack, a slight smile crossing his features. "But, letthat pass. My motive in coming hither is to serve you, and save yourlife. If you choose to requite me by detaining me, you are at liberty todo so. I shall make no defence. That I am not ignorant of the rewardoffered for my capture this will show, " he added, taking a large placardheaded '_Murder_' from his pocket, and throwing it on the floor. "Mydemeanour ought to convince you that I came with no hostile intention. And, to show you that I have no intention of flying, I will myself closeand lock the door. There is the key. Are you now satisfied?"

"No, " interposed Wood, furiously, "I shall never be satisfied till Isee you hanged on the highest gibbet at Tyburn. "

"A time may come when you will be gratified, Mr. Wood, " replied Jack, calmly. 

"May come!--it _will_ come!--it _shall_ come!" cried the carpenter, shaking his hand menacingly at him. "I have some difficulty inpreventing myself from becoming your executioner. Oh! that I should havenursed such a viper!"

"Hear me, Sir, " said Jack. 

"No, I won't hear you, murderer, " rejoined Wood. 

"I am no murderer, " replied Sheppard. "I had no thought of injuring yourwife, and would have died rather than commit so foul a crime. "

"Think not to delude me, audacious wretch, " cried the carpenter. "Evenif you are not a principal, you are an accessory. If you had not broughtyour companion here, it would not have happened. But you shall swing, rascal, --you shall swing. "

"My conscience acquits me of all share in the offence, " replied Jack, humbly. "But the past is irremediable, and I did not come hither toexculpate myself, I came to save _your_ life, " he added, turning toThames. 

"I was not aware it was in danger, " rejoined Darrell. 

"Then you ought to be thankful to me for the warning. You _are_ indanger. "

"From some of your associates?"

"From your uncle, from _my_ uncle, --Sir Rowland Trenchard. "

"What means this idle boasting, villain?" said Thames. "_Your_ uncle, Sir Rowland?"

"It is no idle boasting, " replied the other. "You are cousin to thehousebreaker, Jack Sheppard. "

"If it were so, he would have great reason to be proud of therelationship, truly, " observed Wood, shrugging his shoulders. 

"It is easy to make an assertion like this, " said Thames, contemptuously. 

"And equally easy to prove it, " replied Jack, giving him the paper hehad abstracted from Wild. "Read that. "

Thames hastily cast his eyes over it, and transferred it, with a lookof incredulity, to Wood. 

"Gracious Heavens! this is more wonderful than all the rest, " cried thecarpenter, rubbing his eyes. "Thames, this is no forgery. "

"You believe it, father?"

"From the bottom of my heart. I always thought Mrs. Sheppard superior toher station. "

"So did I, " said Winifred. "Let me look at the paper. "

"Poor soul!--poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from hisvision. "Well, I'm glad she's spared this. Oh! Jack, Jack, you've muchto answer for!"

"I have, indeed, " replied Sheppard, in a tone of contrition. 

"If this document is correct, " continued Wood, "and I am persuaded it isso, --you are as unfortunate as wicked. See what your misconduct hasdeprived you of--see what you might have been. This is retribution. "

"I feel it, " replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on mypoor mother's account than my own. "

"She has suffered enough for you, " said Wood. 

"She has, she has, " said Jack, in a broken voice. 

"Weep on, reprobate, " cried the carpenter, a little softened. "Thosetears will do you good. "

"Do not distress him, dear father, " said Winifred; "he suffers deeply. Oh, Jack! repent, while it is yet time, of your evil conduct. I willpray for you. "

"I cannot repent, --I cannot pray, " replied Jack, recovering his hardeneddemeanour. "I should never have been what I am, but for you. "

"How so?" inquired Winifred. 

"I loved you, " replied Jack, --"don't start--it is over now--I loved you, I say, as a boy. _hopelessly_, and it made me desperate. And now I find, when it is too late, that I _might_ have deserved you--that I am as wellborn as Thames Darrell. But I mustn't think of these things, or I shallgrow mad. I have said your life is in danger, Thames. Do not slight mywarning. Sir Rowland Trenchard is aware of your return to England. I sawhim last night at Jonathan Wild's, after my escape from the New Prison. He had just arrived from Manchester, whence he had been summoned by thattreacherous thief-taker. I overheard them planning your assassination. It is to take place to-night. "

"O Heavens!" screamed Winifred, while her father lifted up his hands insilent horror. 

"And when I further tell you, " continued Jack, "that, after yourself andmy mother, _I_ am the next heir to the estates of my grandfather, SirMontacute Trenchard, you will perhaps own that my caution issufficiently disinterested. "

"Could I credit your wild story, I might do so, " returned Thames, with alook of perplexity. 

"Here are Jonathan Wild's written instructions to Quilt Arnold, "rejoined Sheppard, producing the pocket-book he had found in thejanizary's clothes. "This letter will vouch for me that a communicationhas taken place between your enemies. "

Thames glanced at the despatch, and, after a moment's reflection, inquired, "In what way is the attempt upon my life to be made?"

"That I couldn't ascertain, " replied Jack; "but I advise you to be uponyour guard. For aught I know, they may be in the neighbourhood at thismoment. "

"Here!" ejaculated Wood, with a look of alarm. "Oh lord! I hope not. "

"This I do know, " continued Jack, --"Jonathan Wild superintends theattack. "

"Jonathan Wild!" repeated the carpenter, trembling. "Then it's all overwith us. Oh dear!--how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. We may be allmurdered in this unprotected place, and nobody be the wiser. "

"There's some one in the garden at this moment, " cried Jack; "I saw aface at the window. "

"Where--where?" cried Thames. 

"Don't stir, " replied Jack. "I will at once convince you of the truth ofmy assertions, and ascertain whether the enemy really is at hand. "

So saying, he advanced towards the window, threw open the sash, andcalled out in the voice of Thames Darrell, "Who's there?"

He was answered by a shot from a pistol. The ball passed over his head, and lodged in the ceiling. 

"I was right, " replied Jack, returning as coolly as if nothing hadhappened. "It is Jonathan. Your uncle--_our_ uncle is with him. I sawthem both. "

"May I trust you?" cried Thames, eagerly. 

"You may, " replied Jack: "I'll fight for you to the last gasp. "

"Follow me, then, " cried Thames, drawing his sword, and springingthrough the window. 

"To the world's end, " answered Jack, darting after him. 

"Thames!--Thames!" cried Winifred, rushing to the window. "He will bemurdered!--Help!"

"My child!--my love!" cried Wood, dragging her forcibly back. 

Two shots were fired, and presently the clashing of swords was heardbelow. 

After some time, the scuffle grew more and more distant, until nothingcould be heard. 

Wood, meanwhile, had summoned his men-servants, and having armed themwith such weapons as could be found, they proceeded to the garden, wherethe first object they encountered was Thames Darrell, extended on theground, and weltering in his blood. Of Jack Sheppard or the assailantsthey could not discover a single trace. 

As the body was borne to the house in the arms of the farming-men, Mr. Wood fancied he heard the exulting laugh of Jonathan Wild. 

CHAPTER VIII. 

Old Bedlam. 

When Thames Darrell and Jack Sheppard sprang through the window, theywere instantly assailed by Wild, Trenchard, and their attendants. Jackattacked Jonathan with such fury, that he drove him into a shrubbery, and might perhaps have come off the victor, if his foot had not slippedas he made a desperate lunge. In this state it would have been all overwith him, as, being stunned by the fall, it was some moments before hecould recover himself, if another party had not unexpectedly come to hisrescue. This was Blueskin, who burst through the trees, and sword inhand assaulted the thief-taker. As soon as Jack gained his legs, heperceived Blueskin lying, as he thought, dead in the plantation, with asevere cut across his temples, and while he was stooping to assist him, he heard groans at a little distance. Hastening in the direction of thesound, he discovered Thames Darrell, stretched upon the ground. 

"Are you hurt, Thames?" asked Jack, anxiously. 

"Not dangerously, I hope, " returned Thames; "but fly--save yourself. "

"Where are the assassins?" cried Sheppard. 

"Gone, " replied the wounded man. "They imagine their work is done. But Imay yet live to thwart them. "

"I will carry you to the house, or fetch Mr. Wood, " urged Jack. 

"No, no, " rejoined Thames; "fly--or I will not answer for your safety. If you desire to please me, you will go. "

"And leave you thus?" rejoined Jack. "I cannot do it. "

"Go, I insist, " cried Thames, "or take the consequences upon yourself. Icannot protect you. "

Thus urged, Jack reluctantly departed. Hastening to the spot where hehad tied his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode offacross the fields, --for he was fearful of encountering the hostileparty, --till he reached the Edgeware Road. Arrived at Paddington, hestruck across Marylebone Fields, --for as yet the New Road was undreamedof, --and never moderated his speed until he reached the city. Hisdestination was the New Mint. At this place of refuge, situated in theheart of Wapping, near the river-side, he arrived in less than an hour, in a complete state of exhaustion. 

In consequence of the infamous abuse of its liberties, an act for theentire suppression of the Old Mint was passed in the ninth year of thereign of George the First, not many months before the date of thepresent epoch of this history; and as, after the destruction ofWhitefriars, which took place in the reign of Charles the Second, owingto the protection afforded by its inmates to the Levellers andFifth-monarchy-men, when the inhabitants of Alsatia crossed the water, and settled themselves in the borough of Southwark, --so now, driven outof their fastnesses, they again migrated, and recrossing the Thames, settled in Wapping, in a miserable quarter between Artichoke Lane andNightingale Lane, which they termed the New Mint. Ousted from his oldretreat, the Cross Shovels, Baptist Kettleby opened another tavern, conducted upon the same plan as the former, which he denominated theSeven Cities of Refuge. His subjects, however, were no longer entirelyunder his control; and, though he managed to enforce some littleattention to his commands, it was evident his authority was waning fast. Aware that they would not be allowed to remain long unmolested, the NewMinters conducted themselves so outrageously, and with suchextraordinary insolence, that measures were at this time being taken fortheir effectual suppression. 

To the Seven Cities of Refuge Jack proceeded. Having disposed of hissteed and swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any otherrefreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into aheavy slumber. When he awoke it was late in the day, and he wassurprised to find Blueskin seated by his bed-side, watching over himwith a drawn sword on his knee, a pistol in each hand, and ablood-stained cloth bound across his brow. 

"Don't disturb yourself, " said his follower, motioning him to keepstill; "it's all right. "

"What time is it?" inquired Jack. 

"Past noon, " replied Blueskin. "I didn't awake you, because you seemedtired. "

"How did you escape?" asked Sheppard, who, as he shook off his slumber, began to recall the events of the previous night. 

"Oh, easily enough, " rejoined the other. "I suppose I must have beensenseless for some time; for, on coming to myself, I found this gash inmy head, and the ground covered with blood. However, no one haddiscovered me, so I contrived to drag myself to my horse. I thought ifyou were living, and not captured, I should find you here, --and I wasright. I kept watch over you, for fear of a surprise on the part ofJonathan. But what's to be done?"

"The first thing I do, " replied Jack, "will be to visit my poor motherin Bedlam. "

"You'd better take care of your mother's son instead, " rejoinedBlueskin. "It's runnin' a great risk. "

"Risk, or no risk, I shall go, " replied Jack. "Jonathan has threatenedto do her some mischief. I am resolved to see her, without delay, andascertain if it's possible to remove her. "

"It's a hopeless job, " grumbled Blueskin, "and harm will come of it. What are you to do with a mad mother at a time when you need all yourwits to take care of yourself?"

"Don't concern yourself further about me, " returned Jack. "Once for all, I shall go. "

"Won't you take me?"

"No; you must await my return here. "

"Then I must wait a long time, " grumbled Blueskin. "You'll neverreturn. "

"We shall see, " replied Jack. "But, if I should _not_ return, take thispurse to Edgeworth Bess. You'll find her at Black Mary's Hole. "

And, having partaken of a hasty breakfast, he set out. Taking his wayalong East Smithfield, mounting Little Tower-hill, and threading theMinories and Hounsditch, he arrived without accident or molestation, atMoorfields. 

Old Bethlehem, or Bedlam, --every trace of which has been swept away, andthe hospital for lunatics removed to Saint George's Field, --was a vastand magnificent structure. Erected in Moorfields in 1675, upon the modelof the Tuileries, it is said that Louis the Fourteenth was so incensedat the insult offered to his palace, that he had a counterpart of St. James's built for offices of the meanest description. The size andgrandeur of the edifice, indeed, drew down the ridicule of several ofthe wits of the age: by one of whom--the facetious Tom Brown--it wassaid, "Bedlam is a pleasant place, and abounds with amusements;--thefirst of which is the building, so stately a fabric for persons whollyinsensible of the beauty and use of it: the outside being a perfectmockery of the inside, and admitting of two amusing queries, --Whetherthe persons that ordered the building of it, or those that inhabit it, were the maddest? and, whether the name and thing be not as disagreeableas harp and harrow. " By another--the no less facetious Ned Ward--it wastermed, "A costly college for a crack-brained society, raised in a madage, when the chiefs of the city were in a great danger of losing theirsenses, and so contrived it the more noble for their own reception; orthey would never have flung away so much money to so foolish a purpose. "The cost of the building exceeded seventeen thousand pounds. However thetaste of the architecture may be questioned, which was the formal Frenchstyle of the period, the general effect was imposing. Including thewings, it presented a frontage of five hundred and forty feet. Each winghad a small cupola; and, in the centre of the pile rose a larger dome, surmounted by a gilded ball and vane. The asylum was approached by abroad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by astone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees. A wide terrace then led tolarge iron gates, ' over which were placed the two celebrated figures ofRaving and Melancholy Madness, executed by the elder Cibber, andcommemorated by Pope in the Dunciad, in the well-known lines:--

 "Close to those walls where Folly holds her throne, And laughs to think Monroe would take her down, Where, o'er the gates, by his famed father's hand, _Great Cibber's brazen, brainless brothers stand_. "

Internally, it was divided by two long galleries, one over the other. These galleries were separated in the middle by iron grates. The wardson the right were occupied by male patients, on the left by the female. In the centre of the upper gallery was a spacious saloon, appropriatedto the governors of the asylum. But the besetting evil of the place, andthat which drew down the severest censures of the writersabove-mentioned, was that this spot, --which of all others should havebeen most free from such intrusion--was made a public exhibition. Thereall the loose characters thronged, assignations were openly made, andthe spectators diverted themselves with the vagaries of its miserableinhabitants. 

Entering the outer gate, and traversing the broad gravel walkbefore-mentioned, Jack ascended the steps, and was admitted, on feeingthe porter, by another iron gate, into the hospital. Here he was almoststunned by the deafening clamour resounding on all sides. Some of thelunatics were rattling their chains; some shrieking; some singing; somebeating with frantic violence against the doors. Altogether, it was themost dreadful noise he had ever heard. Amidst it all, however, therewere several light-hearted and laughing groups walking from cell to cellto whom all this misery appeared matter of amusement. The doors ofseveral of the wards were thrown open for these parties, and as Jackpassed, he could not help glancing at the wretched inmates. Here was apoor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a woodensceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of amonarch on his throne. There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt inadmiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin. Herewas a terrific figure gnashing his teeth, and howling like a wildbeast;--there a lover, with hands clasped together and eyes turnedpassionately upward. In this cell was a huntsman, who had fractured hisskull while hunting, and was perpetually hallooing after the hounds;--inthat, the most melancholy of all, the grinning gibbering lunatic, therealization of "moody madness, laughing wild. "

Hastening from this heart-rending spectacle, Jack soon reached thegrating that divided the men's compartment from that appropriated to thewomen. Inquiring for Mrs. Sheppard, a matron offered to conduct him toher cell. 

"You'll find her quiet enough to-day, Sir, " observed the woman, as theywalked along; "but she has been very outrageous latterly. Her nurse saysshe may live some time; but she seems to me to be sinking fast. "

"Heaven help her!" sighed Jack. "I hope not. "

"Her release would be a mercy, " pursued the matron. "Oh! Sir, if you'dseen her as I've seen her, you'd not wish her a continuance of misery. "

As Jack made no reply, the woman proceeded. 

"They say her son's taken at last, and is to be hanged. I'm glad of it, I'm sure; for it's all owing to him his poor mother's here. See whatcrime does, Sir. Those who act wickedly bring misery on all connectedwith them. And so gentle as the poor creature is, when she's not in herwild fits--it would melt a heart of stone to see her. She will cry fordays and nights together. If Jack Sheppard could behold his mother inthis state, he'd have a lesson he'd never forget--ay, and a severer onethan even the hangman could read him. Hardened as he may be, that wouldtouch him. But he has never been near her--never. "

Rambling in this way, the matron at length came to a halt, and takingout a key, pointed to a door and said, "This is Mrs. Sheppard's ward, Sir. "

"Leave us together, my good woman, " said Jack, putting a guinea into herhand. 

"As long as you please, Sir, " answered the matron, dropping a curtsey. "There, Sir, " she added, unlocking the door, "you can go in. Don't befrightened of her. She's not mischievous--and besides she's chained, andcan't reach you. "

So saying, she retired, and Jack entered the cell. 

Prepared as he was for a dreadful shock, and with his nerves strung toendure it, Jack absolutely recoiled before the appalling object that methis gaze. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunatemother, the complete wreck of what she had been. Her eyes glistened inthe darkness--for light was only admitted through a small gratedwindow--like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemedto penetrate his very soul. A piece of old blanket was fastened acrossher shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. Herarms and feet were uncovered, and of almost skeleton thinness. Herfeatures were meagre, and ghastly white, and had the fixed and horriblestamp of insanity. Her head had been shaved, and around it was swathed apiece of rag, in which a few straws were stuck. Her thin fingers werearmed with nails as long as the talons of a bird. A chain, riveted to aniron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall. The cell in whichshe was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls werescored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, shortsentences and names, --the work of its former occupants, and of itspresent inmate. 

When Jack entered the cell, she was talking to herself in the mutteringunconnected way peculiar to her distracted condition; but, after her eyehad rested on him some time, the fixed expression of her featuresrelaxed, and a smile crossed them. This smile was more harrowing eventhan her former rigid look. 

"You are an angel, " she cried, with a look beaming with delight. 

"Rather a devil, " groaned her son, "to have done this. "

"You are an angel, I say, " continued the poor maniac; "and my Jack wouldhave been like you, if he had lived. But he died when he was achild--long ago--long ago--long ago. "

"Would he had done so!" cried Jack. 

"Old Van told me if he grew up he would be hanged. He showed me a blackmark under his ear, where the noose would be tied. And so I'll tell youwhat I did--"

And she burst into a laugh that froze Jack's blood in his veins. 

"What did you do?" he asked, in a broken voice. 

"I strangled him--ha! ha! ha!--strangled him while he was at mybreast--ha! ha!"--And then with a sudden and fearful change of look, sheadded, "That's what has driven me mad, I killed my child to save himfrom the gallows--oh! oh! One man hanged in a family is enough. If I'dnot gone mad, they would have hanged me. "

"Poor soul!" ejaculated her son. 

"I'll tell you a dream I had last night, " continued the unfortunatebeing. "I was at Tyburn. There was a gallows erected, and a great mobround it--thousands of people, and all with white faces like corpses. Inthe midst of them there was a cart with a man in it--and that man wasJack--my son Jack--they were going to hang him. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand, --but it couldn't be a prayer-book, --satJonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. I knew him in spite ofhis dress. And when they came to the gallows, Jack leaped out of thecart, and the hangman tied up Jonathan instead--ha! ha! How the mobshouted and huzzaed--and I shouted too--ha! ha! ha!"

"Mother!" cried Jack, unable to endure this agonizing scene longer. "Don't you know me, mother?"

"Ah!" shrieked Mrs. Sheppard. "What's that?--Jack's voice!"

"It is, " replied her son. 

"The ceiling is breaking! the floor is opening! he is coming to me!"cried the unhappy woman. 

"He stands before you, " rejoined her son. 

"Where?" she cried. "I can't see him. Where is he?"

"Here, " answered Jack. 

"Are you his ghost, then?"

"No--no, " answered Jack. "I am your most unhappy son. "

"Let me touch you, then; let me feel if you are really flesh and blood, "cried the poor maniac, creeping towards him on all fours. 

Jack did not advance to meet her. He could not move; but stood like onestupified, with his hands clasped together, and eyes almost starting outof their sockets, fixed upon his unfortunate parent. 

"Come to me!" cried the poor maniac, who had crawled as far as the chainwould permit her, --"come to me!" she cried, extending her thin armtowards him. 

Jack fell on his knees beside her. 

"Who are you?" inquired Mrs. Sheppard, passing her hands over his face, and gazing at him with a look that made him shudder. 

"Your son, " replied Jack, --"your miserable, repentant son. "

"It is false, " cried Mrs. Sheppard. "You are not. Jack was not half yourage when he died. They buried him in Willesden churchyard after therobbery. "

"Oh, God!" cried Jack, "she does not know me. Mother--dear mother!" headded, clasping her in his arms, "Look at me again. "

"Off!" she exclaimed, breaking from his embrace with a scream. "Don'ttouch me. I'll be quiet. I'll not speak of Jack or Jonathan. I won't digtheir graves with my nails. Don't strip me quite. Leave me my blanket!I'm very cold at night. Or, if you must take off my clothes, don't dashcold water on my head. It throbs cruelly. "

"Horror!" cried Jack. 

"Don't scourge me, " she cried, trying to hide herself in the farthestcorner of the cell. "The lash cuts to the bone. I can't bear it. Spareme, and I'll be quiet--quiet--quiet!"

"Mother!" said Jack, advancing towards her. 

"Off!" she cried with a prolonged and piercing shriek. And she buriedherself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with thewildest gestures. 

"I shall kill her if I stay longer, " muttered her son, completelyterrified. 

While he was considering what would be best to do, the poor maniac, overwhose bewildered brain another change had come, raised her head fromunder the straw, and peeping round the room, asked in a low voice, "Ifthey were gone?"

"Who?" inquired Jack. 

"The nurses, " she answered. 

"Do they treat you ill?" asked her son. 

"Hush!" she said, putting her lean fingers to her lips. "Hush!--comehither, and I'll tell you. "

Jack approached her. 

"Sit beside me, " continued Mrs. Sheppard. "And, now I'll tell you whatthey do. Stop! we must shut the door, or they'll catch us. See!" sheadded, tearing the rag from her head, --"I had beautiful black hair once. But they cut it all off. "

"I shall go mad myself if I listen to her longer, " said Jack, attemptingto rise. "I must go. "

"Don't stir, or they'll chain you to the wall, " said his motherdetaining him. "Now, tell me why they brought you here?"

"I came to see you, dear mother!" answered Jack. 

"Mother!" she echoed, --"mother! why do you call me by that name?"

"Because you are my mother. "

"What!" she exclaimed, staring eagerly in his face. "Are you my son? Areyou Jack?"

"I am, " replied Jack. "Heaven be praised she knows me at last. "

"Oh, Jack!" cried his mother, falling upon his neck, and covering himwith kisses. 

"Mother--dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. 

"You will never leave me, " sobbed the poor woman, straining him to herbreast. 

"Never--never!"

The words were scarcely pronounced, when the door was violently thrownopen, and two men appeared at it. They were Jonathan Wild and QuiltArnold. 

"Ah!" exclaimed Jack, starting to his feet. 

"Just in time, " said the thief-taker. "You are my prisoner, Jack. "

"You shall take my life first, " rejoined Sheppard. 

And, as he was about to put himself into a posture of defence, hismother clasped him in her arms. 

"They shall not harm you, my love!" she exclaimed. 

The movement was fatal to her son. Taking advantage of his embarrassedposition, Jonathan and his assistant rushed upon him, and disarmed him. 

"Thank you, Mrs. Sheppard, " cried the thief-taker, as he slipped a pairof handcuffs over Jack's wrists, "for the help you have given us incapturing your son. Without you, we might have had some trouble. "

Aware apparently in some degree, of the mistake she had committed, thepoor maniac sprang towards him with frantic violence, and planted herlong nails in his cheek. 

"Keep off, you accursed jade!" roared Jonathan, "--off, I say, or--" Andhe struck her a violent blow with his clenched hand. 

The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senselesson the straw. 

"Devil!" cried Jack; "that blow shall cost you your life. "

"It'll not need to be repeated, at all events, " rejoined Jonathan, looking with a smile of malignant satisfaction at the body. "And, now, --to Newgate. "

CHAPTER IX. 

Old Newgate. 

At the beginning of the twelfth century, --whether in the reign of Henrythe First, or Stephen is uncertain, --a fifth gate was added to the fourprincipal entrances of the city of London; then, it is almost needlessto say, surrounded by ramparts, moats, and other defences. This gate, called _Newgate_, "as being latelier builded than the rest, " continued, for upwards of three hundred years, to be used as a place ofimprisonment for felons and trespassers; at the end of which time, having grown old, ruinous, and "horribly loathsome, " it was rebuilt andenlarged by the executors of the renowned Sir Richard Whittington, theLord Mayor of London: whence it afterwards obtained amongst a certainclass of students, whose examinations were conducted with somestrictness at the Old Bailey, and their highest degrees taken atHyde-park-corner, the appellation of Whittington's College, or, morebriefly, the Whit. It may here be mentioned that this gate, destined tobequeath its name--a name, which has since acquired a terriblesignificance, --to every successive structure erected upon its site, wasgranted, in 1400, by charter by Henry the Sixth to the citizens ofLondon, in return for their royal services, and thenceforth became thecommon jail to that city and the county of Middlesex. Nothing materialoccurred to Newgate, until the memorable year 1666, when it was utterlydestroyed by the Great Fire. It is with the building raised after thisdireful calamity that our history has to deal. 

Though by no means so extensive or commodious as the modern prison, OldNewgate was a large and strongly-built pile. The body of the edificestood on the south side of Newgate Street, and projected at the westernextremity far into the area opposite Saint Sepulchre's Church. One smallwing lay at the north of the gate, where Giltspur Street Compter nowstands; and the Press Yard, which was detached from the main building, was situated at the back of Phoenix Court. The south or principal front, looking, _down_ the Old Bailey, and not _upon it_, as is the case of thepresent structure, with its massive walls of roughened freestone, --insome places darkened by the smoke, in others blanched, by exposure tothe weather, --its heavy projecting cornice, its unglazed doubly-gratedwindows, its gloomy porch decorated with fetters, and defended by anenormous iron door, had a stern and striking effect. Over the Lodge, upon a dial was inscribed the appropriate motto, "_Venio sicut fur_. "The Gate, which crossed Newgate Street, had a wide arch for carriages, and a postern, on the north side, for foot-passengers. Its architecturewas richly ornamental, and resembled the style of a triumphal entranceto a capital, rather than a dungeon having battlements and hexagonaltowers, and being adorned on the western side with a triple range ofpilasters of the Tuscan order, amid the intercolumniations of which wereniches embellished with statues. The chief of these was a figure ofLiberty, with a cat at her feet, in allusion to the supposed origin ofthe fortunes of its former founder, Sir Richard Whittington. On theright of the postern against the wall was affixed a small grating, sustaining the debtor's box; and any pleasure which the passer-by mightderive from contemplating the splendid structure above described wasdamped at beholding the pale faces and squalid figures of the captivesacross the bars of its strongly-grated windows. Some years after thedate of this history, an immense ventilator was placed at the top of theGate, with the view of purifying the prison, which, owing to itsinsufficient space and constantly-crowded state, was never free fromthat dreadful and contagious disorder, now happily unknown, thejail-fever. So frightful, indeed, were the ravages of this malady, towhich debtors and felons were alike exposed, that its miserable victimswere frequently carried out by cart-loads, and thrown into a pit in theburial-ground of Christ-church, without ceremony. 

Old Newgate was divided into three separate prisons, --the Master's Side, the Common Side, and the Press Yard. The first of these, situated a thesouth of the building, with the exception of one ward over the gateway, was allotted to the better class of debtors, whose funds enabled them todefray their chamber-rent, fees, and garnish. The second, comprising thebulk of the jail, and by many degrees worse in point of accommodation, having several dismal and noisome wards under ground, was common both todebtors and malefactors, --an association little favourable to the moralsor comforts of the former, who, if they were brought there with anynotions of honesty, seldom left with untainted principles. The last, --inall respects the best and airiest of the three, standing, as has beenbefore observed, in Phoenix Court, at the rear of the main fabric, --wasreserved for state-offenders, and such persons as chose to submit to theextortionate demands of the keeper: from twenty to five hundred poundspremium, according to the rank and means of the applicant, in additionto a high weekly rent, being required for accommodation in this quarter. Some excuse for this rapacity may perhaps be found in the fact, thatfive thousand pounds was paid for the purchase of the Press Yard by Mr. Pitt, the then governor of Newgate. This gentleman, tried for hightreason, in 1716, on suspicion of aiding Mr. Forster, the rebelgeneral's escape, but acquitted, reaped a golden harvest during theoccupation of his premises by the Preston rebels, when a larger sum wasobtained for a single chamber than (in the words of a sufferer on theoccasion) "would have paid the rent of the best house in Saint James'sSquare or Piccadilly for several years. "

Nor was this all. Other, and more serious impositions, inasmuch as theyaffected a poorer class of persons, were practised by the underlings ofthe jail. On his first entrance, a prisoner, if unable or unwilling tocomply with the exactions of the turnkeys, was thrust into the CondemnedHold with the worst description of criminals, and terrified by threatsinto submission. By the old regulations, the free use of strong liquorsnot being interdicted, a tap-house was kept in the Lodge, and also in acellar on the Common Side, --under the superintendence of Mrs. Spurling, formerly, it may be remembered, the hostess of the Dark House atQueenhithe, --whence wine, ale, and brandy of inferior quality weredispensed, in false measures, and at high prices, throughout the prison, which in noise and debauchery rivalled, if it did not surpass, thelowest tavern. 

The chief scene of these disgusting orgies, --the cellar, just referredto, --was a large low-roofed vault, about four feet below the level ofthe street, perfectly dark, unless when illumined by a roaring fire, andcandles stuck in pyramidal lumps of clay, with a range of butts andbarrels at one end, and benches and tables at the other, where theprisoners, debtors, and malefactors male and female, assembled as longas their money lasted, and consumed the time in drinking, smoking, andgaming with cards and dice. Above was a spacious hall, connected with itby a flight of stone steps, at the further end of which stood an immensegrated door, called in the slang of the place "The Jigger, " through thebars of which the felons in the upper wards were allowed to conversewith their friends, or if they wished to enter the room, or join therevellers below, they were at liberty to do so, on payment of a smallfine. Thus, the same system of plunder was everywhere carried on. Thejailers robbed the prisoners: the prisoners robbed one another. 

Two large wards were situated in the Gate; one of which, the Stone Ward, appropriated to the master debtors, looked towards Holborn; the othercalled the Stone Hall, from a huge stone standing in the middle of it, upon which the irons of criminals under sentence of death were knockedoff previously to their being taken to the place of execution, facedNewgate Street. Here the prisoners took exercise; and a quaint, butstriking picture has been left of their appearance when so engaged, bythe author of the English Rogue. "At my first being acquainted with theplace, " says this writer, in the 'Miseries of a Prison, ' "the prisoners, methought, walking up and down the Stone Hall, looked like so manywrecks upon the sea. Here the ribs of a thousand pounds beating againstthe Needles--those dangerous rocks, credulity here floated, to and fro, silks, stuffs, camlets, and velvet, without giving place to each other, according to their dignity; here rolled so many pipes of canary, whosebungholes lying open, were so damaged that the merchant may go hoop forhis money, " A less picturesque, but more truthful, and, therefore, moremelancholy description of the same scene, is furnished by the shrewd andsatirical Ned Ward, who informs us, in the "Delectable History ofWhittington's College, " that "When the prisoners are disposed torecreate themselves with walking, they go up into a spacious room, called the Stone Hall; where, when you see them taking a turn together, it would puzzle one to know which is the gentleman, which the mechanic, and which the beggar, for they are all suited in the same garb ofsqualid poverty, making a spectacle of more pity than executions; onlyto be out at the elbows is in fashion here, and a great indecorum not tobe threadbare. "

In an angle of the Stone Hall was the Iron Hold, a chamber containing avast assortment of fetters and handcuffs of all weights and sizes. Fourprisoners, termed "The Partners, " had charge of this hold. Their dutywas to see who came in, or went out; to lock up, and open the differentwards; to fetter such prisoners as were ordered to be placed in irons;to distribute the allowances of provision; and to maintain some show ofdecorum; for which latter purpose they were allowed to carry whips andtruncheons. When any violent outrage was committed, --and such matterswere of daily, sometimes hourly, occurrence, --a bell, the rope of whichdescended into the hall, brought the whole of the turnkeys to theirassistance. A narrow passage at the north of the Stone Hall led to theBluebeard's room of this enchanted castle, a place shunned even by thereckless crew who were compelled to pass it. It was a sort ofcooking-room, with an immense fire-place flanked by a couple ofcauldrons, and was called Jack Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters ofpersons executed for treason were there boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city gates, or on LondonBridge. Above this revolting spot was the female debtor's ward; below ita gloomy cell, called Tangier; and, lower still, the Stone Hold, a mostterrible and noisome dungeon, situated underground, and unvisited by asingle ray of daylight. Built and paved with stone, without beds, or anyother sort of protection from the cold, this dreadful hole, accountedthe most dark and dismal in the prison, was made the receptacle of suchmiserable wretches as could not pay the customary fees. Adjoining it wasthe Lower Ward, --"Though, in what degree of latitude it was situated, "observes Ned Ward, "I cannot positively demonstrate, unless it layninety degrees beyond the North Pole; for, instead of being dark therebut half a year, it is dark all the year round. " It was only a shadebetter than the Stone Hold. Here were imprisoned the fines; and, "perhaps, " adds the before-cited authority, "if he behaved himself, anoutlawed person might creep in among them. " Ascending the gate once moreon the way back, we find over the Stone Hall another large room, calledDebtors' Hall, facing Newgate Street, with "very good air and light. " Alittle too much of the former, perhaps; as the windows being unglazed, the prisoners were subjected to severe annoyance from the weather andeasterly winds. 

Of the women felons' rooms nothing has yet been said. There were two. One called Waterman's Hall, a horrible place adjoining the postern underthe gate, whence, through a small barred aperture, they solicited almsfrom the passengers: the other, a large chamber, denominated My Lady'sHold, was situated in the highest part of the jail, at the northernextremity. Neither of these wards had beds, and the unfortunate inmateswere obliged to take their rest on the oaken floor. The condition of therooms was indescribably filthy and disgusting; nor were the habits ofthe occupants much more cleanly. In other respects, they were equallyindecorous and offensive. "It is with no small concern, " writes ananonymous historian of Newgate, "that I am obliged to observe that thewomen in every ward of this prison are exceedingly worse than the worstof the men not only in respect to their mode of living, but moreespecially as to their conversation, which, to their great shame, is asprofane and wicked as hell itself can possibly be. "

There were two Condemned Holds, --one for each sex. That for the men laynear the Lodge, with which it was connected by a dark passage. It was alarge room, about twenty feet long and fifteen broad, and had an archedstone roof. In fact, it had been anciently the right hand postern underthe gate leading towards the city. The floor was planked with oak, andcovered with iron staples, hooks, and ring-bolts, with heavy chainsattached to them. There was only one small grated window in this hold, which admitted but little light. 

Over the gateway towards Snow Hill, were two strong wards, called theCastle and the Red Room. They will claim particular attention hereafter. 

Many other wards, --especially on the Master Debtor's side, --have beennecessarily omitted in the foregoing hasty enumeration. But there weretwo places of punishment which merit some notice from their peculiarity. The first of these, the Press Room, a dark close chamber, nearWaterman's Hall, obtained its name from an immense wooden machine keptin it, with which such prisoners as refused to plead to theirindictments were pressed to death--a species of inquisitorial torturenot discontinued until so lately as the early part of the reign ofGeorge the Third, when it was abolished by an express statute. Into thesecond, denominated the Bilbowes, --also a dismal place, --refractoryprisoners were thrust, and placed in a kind of stocks, whence the name. 

The Chapel was situated in the south-east angle of the jail; theordinary at the time of this history being the Reverend Thomas Purney;the deputy chaplain, Mr. Wagstaff. 

Much has been advanced by modern writers respecting the demoralisingeffect of prison society; and it has been asserted, that a youth onceconfined in Newgate, is certain to come out a confirmed thief. Howeverthis may be now, it was unquestionably true of old Newgate. It was thegrand nursery of vice. --"A famous university, " observes Ned Ward, in theLondon Spy, "where, if a man has a mind to educate a hopeful child inthe daring science of padding; the light-fingered subtlety ofshoplifting: the excellent use of jack and crow; for the silentlydrawing bolts, and forcing barricades; with the knack of sweetening; orthe most ingenious dexterity of picking pockets; let him but enter inthis college on the Common Side, and confine him close to his study butfor three months; and if he does not come out qualified to take anydegree of villainy, he must be the most honest dunce that ever had theadvantage of such eminent tutors. "

To bring down this imperfect sketch of Newgate to the present time, itmay be mentioned, that, being found inadequate to the purpose required, the old jail was pulled down in 1770. Just at the completion of the newjail, in 1780, it was assailed by the mob during the Gordon riots, fired, and greatly damaged. The devastations, however, were speedilymade good, and, in two years more, it was finished. 

It is a cheering reflection, that in the present prison, with its clean, well-whitewashed, and well-ventilated wards, its airy courts, itsinfirmary, its improved regulations, and its humane and intelligentofficers, many of the miseries of the old jail are removed. For thesebeneficial changes society is mainly indebted to the unremittingexertions of the philanthropic HOWARD. 

CHAPTER X. 

How Jack Sheppard got out of the Condemned Hold. 

Monday, the 31st of August 1724, --a day long afterwards remembered bythe officers of Newgate, --was distinguished by an unusual influx ofvisitors to the Lodge. On that morning the death warrant had arrivedfrom Windsor, ordering Sheppard for execution, (since his capture byJonathan Wild in Bedlam, as related in a former chapter, Jack had beentried, convicted, and sentenced to death, ) together with three othermalefactors on the following Friday. Up to this moment, hopes had beenentertained of a respite, strong representations in his favour havingbeen made in the highest quarter; but now that his fate seemed sealed, the curiosity of the sight-seeing public to behold him was redoubled. The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair;and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors wereadmitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite theappearance of a showroom. As the day wore on, the crowdsdiminished, --many who would not submit to the turnkey's demands weresent away ungratified, --and at five o'clock, only two strangers, Mr. Shotbolt, the head turnkey of Clerkenwell Prison, and Mr. Griffin, whoheld the same office in Westminster Gatehouse were left in the Lodge. Jack, who had formerly been in the custody of both these gentlemen, gavethem a very cordial welcome; apologized for the sorry room he wascompelled to receive them in; and when they took leave, insisted ontreating them to a double bowl of punch, which they were now discussingwith the upper jailer, Mr. Ireton, and his two satellites, Austin andLangley. At a little distance from the party, sat a tall, sinister-looking personage, with harsh inflexible features, a gaunt butmuscular frame, and large bony hands. He was sipping a glass of cold ginand water, and smoking a short black pipe. His name was Marvel, and hisavocation, which was as repulsive as his looks, was that of publicexecutioner. By his side sat a remarkably stout dame, to whom he paid asmuch attention as it was in his iron nature to pay. She had a nut-brownskin, a swarthy upper lip, a merry black eye, a prominent bust, and atun-like circumference of waist. A widow for the fourth time, Mrs. Spurling, (for she it was, ) either by her attractions of purse orperson, had succeeded in moving the stony heart of Mr. Marvel, who, ashe had helped to deprive her of her former husbands, thought himself induty bound to offer to supply their place. But the lady was not soeasily won; and though she did not absolutely reject him, gave him veryslight hopes. Mr. Marvel, therefore, remained on his probation. BehindMrs. Spurling stood her negro attendant, Caliban; a hideous, misshapen, malicious monster, with broad hunched shoulders, a flat nose, and earslike those of a wild beast, a head too large for his body, and a bodytoo long for his legs. This horrible piece of deformity, who acted asdrawer and cellarman, and was a constant butt to the small wits of thejail, was nicknamed the Black Dog of Newgate. 

In the general survey of the prison, taken in the preceding chapter, butlittle was said of the Lodge. It may be well, therefore, beforeproceeding farther, to describe it more minutely. It was approached fromthe street by a flight of broad stone steps, leading to a ponderousdoor, plated with iron, and secured on the inner side by huge bolts, anda lock, with wards of a prodigious size. A little within stood a seconddoor, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, andsurmounted by a row of sharp spikes. As no apprehension was entertainedof an escape by this outlet, --nothing of the kind having been attemptedby the boldest felon ever incarcerated in Newgate, --both doors weregenerally left open during the daytime. At six o'clock, the wicket wasshut; and at nine, the jail was altogether locked up. Not far from theentrance, on the left, was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reachingfrom the floor to the ceiling, formed of thick oaken planks rivetedtogether by iron bolts, and studded with broad-headed nails. In thisscreen, which masked the entrance of a dark passage communicating withthe Condemned Hold, about five feet from the ground, was a hatch, protected by long spikes set six inches apart, and each of the thicknessof an elephant's tusk. The spikes almost touched the upper part of thehatch: scarcely space enough for the passage of a hand being leftbetween their points and the beam. Here, as has already been observed, condemned malefactors were allowed to converse with such of their guestsas had not interest or money enough to procure admission to them in thehold. Beyond the hatch, an angle, formed by a projection in the wall ofsome three or four feet, served to hide a door conducting to theinterior of the prison. At the farther end of the Lodge, the floor wasraised to the height of a couple of steps; whence the whole place, withthe exception of the remotest corner of the angle before-mentioned, could be commanded at a single glance. On this elevation a table was nowplaced, around which sat the turnkeys and their guests, regalingthemselves on the fragrant beverage provided by the prisoner. A briefdescription will suffice for them. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-colouredsuit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. The onlydifference between the officers of Newgate and their brethren was, thatthey had enormous bunches of keys at their girdles, while the latter hadleft their keys at home. 

"Well, I've seen many a gallant fellow in my time, Mr. Ireton, " observedthe chief turnkey of Westminster Gatehouse, as he helped himself to histhird glass of punch; "but I never saw one like Jack Sheppard. "

"Nor I, " returned Ireton, following his example: "and I've had someexperience too. Ever since he came here, three months ago, he has beenthe life and soul of the place; and now the death warrant has arrived, instead of being cast down, as most men would be, and as all others_are_, he's gayer than ever. Well, _I_ shall be sorry to lose him, Mr. Griffin. We've made a pretty penny by him--sixty guineas this blessedday. "

"No more!" cried Griffin, incredulously; "I should have thought you musthave made double that sum at least. "

"Not a farthing more, I assure you, " rejoined Ireton, pettishly; "we'reall on the square here. I took the money myself, and _ought_ to know. "

"Oh! certainly, " answered Griffin; "certainly. "

"I offered Jack five guineas as his share, " continued Ireton; "but hewouldn't take it himself, and gave it to the poor debtors and felons, who are now drinking it out in the cellar on the Common Side. "

"Jack's a noble fellow, " exclaimed the head-jailer of ClerkenwellPrison, raising his glass; "and, though he played me a scurvy trick, I'll drink to his speedy deliverance. "

"At Tyburn, eh, Mr. Shotbolt?" rejoined the executioner. "I'll pledgeyou in that toast with all my heart. "

"Well, for my part, " observed Mrs. Spurling, "I hope he may never seeTyburn. And, if I'd my own way with the Secretary of State, he never_should_. It's a thousand pities to hang so pretty a fellow. Therehaven't been so many ladies in the Lodge since the days of Claude DuVal, the gentleman highwayman; and they all declare it'll break theirhearts if he's scragged. "

"Bah!" ejaculated Marvel, gruffly. 

"You think our sex has no feeling, I suppose, Sir, " cried Mrs. Spurling, indignantly; "but I can tell you we have. And, what's more, I tell you, if Captain Sheppard _is_ hanged, you need never hope to call _me_ Mrs. Marvel. "

"'Zounds!" cried the executioner, in astonishment. "Do you know what youare talking about, Mrs. Spurling? Why, if Captain Sheppard should getoff, it 'ud be fifty guineas out of my way. There's the grand lacedcoat he wore at his trial, which I intend for my wedding-dress. "

"Don't mention such a thing, Sir, " interrupted the tapstress. "Icouldn't bear to see you in it. Your speaking of the trial brings thewhole scene to my mind. Ah! I shall never forget the figure Jack cut onthat occasion. What a buzz of admiration ran round the court as heappeared! And, how handsome and composed he looked! Everybody wonderedthat such a stripling could commit such desperate robberies. Hisfirmness never deserted him till his old master, Mr. Wood, was examined. Then he _did_ give way a bit. And when Mr. Wood's daughter, --to whom, I've heard tell, he was attached years ago, --was brought up, his courageforsook him altogether, and he trembled, and could scarcely stand. Pooryoung lady! _She_ trembled too, and was unable to give her evidence. When sentence was passed there wasn't a dry eye in the court. "

"Yes, there was one, " observed Ireton. 

"I guess who you mean, " rejoined Shotbolt. "Mr. Wild's. "

"Right, " answered Ireton. "It's strange the antipathy he bears toSheppard. I was standing near Jack at that awful moment, and beheld thelook Wild fixed on him. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made myflesh creep on my bones. When the prisoner was removed from the dock, wemet Jonathan as we passed through the yard. He stopped us, and, addressing Jack in a taunting tone, said, 'Well, I've been as good as myword!'--'True, ' replied Sheppard; 'and I'll be as good as mine!' And sothey parted. "

"And I hope he will, if it's anything to Jonathan's disadvantage, "muttered Mrs. Spurling, half aside. 

"I'm surprised Mr. Wild hasn't been to inquire after him to-day, "observed Langley; "it's the first time he's missed doing so since thetrial. "

"He's gone to Enfield after Blueskin, who has so long eluded hisvigilance, " rejoined Austin. "Quilt Arnold called this morning to sayso. Certain information, it seems, has been received from a female, thatBlueskin would be at a flash-ken near the Chase at five o'clock to-day, and they're all set out in the expectation of nabbing him. "

"Mr. Wild had a narrow escape lately, in that affair of CaptainDarrell, " observed Shotbolt. 

"I don't exactly know the rights of that affair, " rejoined Griffin, withsome curiosity. 

"Nor any one else, I suspect, " answered Ireton, winking significantly. "It's a mysterious transaction altogether. But, as much as is known isthis: Captain Darrell, who resides with Mr. Wood at Dollis Hill, wasassaulted and half-killed by a party of ruffians, headed, he swore, byMr. Wild, and his uncle, Sir Rowland Trenchard. Mr. Wild, however, proved, on the evidence of his own servants, that he was at the OldBailey at the time; and Sir Rowland proved that _he_ was in Manchester. So the charge was dismissed. Another charge was then brought againstthem by the Captain, who accused them of kidnapping him when a boy, andplacing him in the hands of a Dutch skipper, named Van Galgebrok, withinstructions to throw him overboard, which was done, though heafterwards escaped. But this accusation, for want of sufficientevidence, met with the same fate as the first, and Jonathan came offvictorious. It was thought, however, if the skipper _could_ have beenfound, that the result of the case would have been materially different. This was rather too much to expect; for we all know, if Mr. Wild wishesto keep a man out of the way, he'll speedily find the means to do so. "

"Ay, ay, " cried the jailers, laughing. 

"_I_ could have given awkward evidence in that case, if I'd been soinclined, " said Mrs. Spurling, "ay and found Van Galgebrok too. But Inever betray an old customer. "

"Mr. Wild is a great man, " said the hangman, replenishing his pipe, "andwe owe him much, and ought to support him. Were any thing to happen tohim, Newgate wouldn't be what it is, nor Tyburn either. "

"Mr. Wild has given you some employment, Mr. Marvel, " remarked Shotbolt. 

"A little, Sir, " replied the executioner, with a grim smile. 

"Out of the twelve hundred subjects I've tucked up, I may safely placehalf to his account. If ever he requires my services, he shall find I'mnot ungrateful. And though I say it that shouldn't say it, no man cantie a better knot. Mr. Wild, gentlemen, and the nubbin' cheat. "

"Fill your glasses, gentlemen, " observed Ireton, "and I'll tell you adroll thing Jack said this morning. Amongst others who came to see him, was a Mr. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. As this gentlemanwas going away, he said to Jack in a jesting manner, 'that he should beglad to see him to-night at supper. ' Upon which the other answered, 'that he accepted his invitation with pleasure, and would make a pointof waiting upon him, ' Ha! ha! ha!"

"_Did_ he say so?" cried Shotbolt. "Then I advise you to look sharplyafter him, Mr. Ireton; for may I be hanged myself if I don't believehe'll be as good as his word. "

At this juncture, two women, very smartly attired in silk hoods andcloaks, appeared at the door of the Lodge. 

"Ah! who have we here?" exclaimed Griffin. 

"Only Jack's two wives--Edgeworth Bess and Poll Maggot, " replied Austin, laughing. 

"They can't go into the Condemned Hold, " said Ireton, consequentially;"it's against Mr. Wild's orders. They must see the prisoner at thehatch. "

"Very well, Sir, " replied Austin, rising and walking towards them. "Well, my pretty dears, " he added, "--to see your husband, eh? You mustmake the most of your time. You won't have him long. You've heard thenews, I suppose?"

"That the death warrant's arrived, " returned Edgeworth Bess, burstinginto a flood of tears; "oh, yes! we've heard it. "

"How does Jack bear it?" inquired Mrs. Maggot. 

"Like a hero, " answered Austin. 

"I knew he would, " replied the Amazon. "Come Bess, --no whimpering. Don'tunman him. Are we to see him here?"

"Yes, my love. "

"Well, then, lose no time in bringing him to us, " said Mrs. Maggot. "There's a guinea to drink our health, " she added, slipping a piece ofmoney into his hand. 

"Here, Caliban, " shouted the under-turnkey, "unlock Captain Sheppard'spadlock, and tell him his wives are in the Lodge waiting to see him. "

"Iss, Massa Austin, " replied the black. And taking the keys, he departedon the errand. 

As soon as he was gone, the two women divested themselves of their hoodsand cloaks, and threw them, as if inadvertently, into the farthest partof the angle in the wall. Their beautifully proportioned figures andrather over-displayed shoulders attracted the notice of Austin, whoinquired of the chief turnkey "whether he should stand by them duringthe interview?"

"Oh! never mind them, " said Mrs. Spurling, who had been hastilycompounding another bowl of punch. "Sit down, and enjoy yourself. I'llkeep a look out that nothing happens. "

By this time Caliban had returned, and Jack appeared at the hatch. Hewas wrapped in a loose dressing-gown of light material, and stood nearthe corner where the women's dresses had just been thrown down, quiteout of sight of all the party, except Mrs. Spurling, who sat on theright of the table. 

"Have you got Jonathan out of the way?" he asked, in an eager whisper. 

"Yes, yes, " replied Edgeworth Bess. "Patience Kite has lured him toEnfield on a false scent after Blueskin. You need fear no interruptionfrom him, or any of his myrmidons. "

"That's well!" cried Jack. "Now stand before me, Poll. I've got thewatch-spring saw in my sleeve. Pretend to weep both of you as loudly asyou can. This spike is more than half cut through. I was at work at ityesterday and the day before. Keep up the clamour for five minutes, andI'll finish it. "

Thus urged, the damsels began to raise their voices in loud lamentation. 

"What the devil are you howling about?" cried Langley. "Do you think weare to be disturbed in this way? Make less noise, hussies, or I'll turnyou out of the Lodge. "

"For shame, Mr. Langley, " rejoined Mrs. Spurling: "I blush for you, Sir!To call yourself a man, and interfere with the natural course ofaffection! Have you no feeling for the situation of those poordisconsolate creatures, about to be bereaved of all they hold dear? Isit nothing to part with a husband to the gallows? I've lost four in thesame way, and know what it is. " Here she began to blubber loudly forsympathy. 

"Comfort yourself, my charmer, " said Mr. Marvel, in a tone intended tobe consolatory. "I'll be their substitute. "

"_You!_" cried the tapstress, with a look of horror: "Never!"

"Confusion!" muttered Jack, suddenly pausing in his task, "the saw hasbroken just as I am through the spike. "

"Can't we break it off?" replied Mrs. Maggot. 

"I fear not, " replied Jack, despondingly. 

"Let's try, at all events, " returned the Amazon. 

And grasping the thick iron rod, she pushed with all her force againstit, while Jack seconded her efforts from within. After great exertionson both parts, the spike yielded to their combined strength, and snappedsuddenly off. 

"Holloa--what's that?" cried Austin, starting up. 

"Only my darbies, " returned Jack, clinking his chains. 

"Oh! that was all, was it?" said the turnkey, quietly reseating himself. 

"Now, give me the woollen cloth to tie round my fetters, " whisperedSheppard. "Quick. "

"Here it is, " replied Edgeworth Bess. 

"Give me your hand, Poll, to help me through, " cried Jack, as heaccomplished the operation. "Keep a sharp look out, Bess. "

"Stop!" interposed Edgeworth Bess; "Mr. Langley is getting up, andcoming this way. We're lost. "

"Help me through at all hazards, Poll, " cried Jack, straining towardsthe opening. 

"The danger's past, " whispered Bess. "Mrs. Spurling has induced him tosit down again. Ah! she looks this way, and puts her finger to her lips. She comprehends what we're about. We're all safe!"

"Don't lose a moment then, " cried Jack, forcing himself into theaperture, while the Amazon, assisted by Bess, pulled him through it. 

"There!" cried Mrs. Maggot, as she placed him without noise upon theground; "you're safe so far. "

"Come, my disconsolate darlings, " cried Austin, "it only wants fiveminutes to six. I expect Mr. Wild here presently. Cut it as short as youcan. "

"Only two minutes more, Sir, " intreated Edgeworth Bess, advancingtowards him in such a manner as to screen Jack, who crept into thefarthest part of the angle, --"only two minutes, and we've done. "

"Well, well, I'm not within a minute, " rejoined the turnkey. 

"We shall never be able to get you out unseen, Jack, " whispered PollMaggot. "You must make a bold push. "

"Impossible, " replied Sheppard, in the same tone. "That would be certaindestruction. I can't run in these heavy fetters. No: I must face it out. Tell Bess to slip out, and I'll put on her cloak and hood. "

Meanwhile, the party at the table continued drinking and chatting asmerrily as before. 

"I can't help thinking of Jack Sheppard's speech to Mr. Kneebone, "observed Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he'smeditating an escape, and hopes to accomplish it to-night. "

"Poh! poh!" rejoined Ireton; "it was mere idle boasting. I examined theCondemned Hold myself carefully this morning, and didn't find a nail outof its place. Recollect, he's chained to the ground by a greathorse-padlock, and is never unloosed except when he comes to that hatch. If he escapes at all, it must be before our faces. "

"It wouldn't surprise me if he did, " remarked Griffin. "He's audacityenough for anything. He got out in much the same way from theGatehouse, --stole the keys, and passed through a room where I wassitting half-asleep in a chair. "

"Caught you napping, eh?" rejoined Ireton, with a laugh. "Well, he won'tdo that here. I'll forgive him if he does. "

"And so will I, " said Austin. "We're too wide awake for that. Ain't we, partner?" he added, appealing to Langley, whom punch had made ratherdozy. 

"I should think so, " responded the lethargic turnkey, with a yawn. 

During this colloquy, Jack had contrived unobserved to put on the hoodand cloak, and being about the size of the rightful owner, presented avery tolerable resemblance to her. This done, Edgeworth Bess, whowatched her opportunity, slipped out of the Lodge. 

"Halloa!" exclaimed Austin, who had caught a glimpse of her departingfigure, "one of the women is gone!"

"No--no, " hastily interposed Mrs. Spurling; "they're both here. Don'tyou see they're putting on their cloaks?"

"That's false!" rejoined Marvel, in a low tone; "I perceive what hastaken place. "

"Oh! goodness!" ejaculated the tapstress, in alarm. "You won't betrayhim. "

"Say the word, and I'm mum, " returned the executioner. 

"Will you be mine!"

"It's a very unfair advantage to take--very, " replied Mrs. Spurling;"however I consent. "

"Then I'll lend a helping hand. I shall lose my fees and the laced coat. But it's better to have the bride without the weddin' dress, than theweddin' dress without the bride. "

At this moment, Saint Sepulchre's clock struck six. 

"Close the wicket, Austin, " vociferated Ireton, in an authoritativetone. 

"Good bye!" cried Jack, as if taking leave of his mistresses, "to-morrow, at the same time. "

"We'll be punctual, " replied Mrs. Maggot. "Good bye, Jack! Keep up yourspirits. "

"Now for it!--life or death!" exclaimed Jack, assuming the gait of afemale, and stepping towards the door. 

As Austin rose to execute his principal's commands, and usher the womento the gate, Mrs. Spurling and Marvel rose too. The latter walkedcarelessly towards the hatch, and leaning his back against the placewhence the spike had been removed, so as completely to hide it, continued smoking his pipe as coolly as if nothing had happened. 

Just as Jack gained the entrance, he heard a man's footstep behind him, and aware that the slightest indiscretion would betray him, he halted, uncertain what to do. 

"Stop a minute, my dear, " cried Austin. "You forget that you promised mea kiss the last time you were here. "

"Won't one from me do as well?" interposed Mrs. Maggot. 

"Much better, " said Mrs. Spurling, hastening to the rescue. "I want tospeak to Edgeworth Bess myself. "

So saying, she planted herself between Jack and the turnkey. It was amoment of breathless interest to all engaged in the attempt. 

"Come--the kiss!" cried Austin, endeavouring to pass his arm familiarlyround the Amazon's waist. 

"Hands off!" she exclaimed, "or you'll repent it. "

"Why, what'll you do?" demanded the turnkey. 

"Teach you to keep your distance!" retorted Mrs. Maggot, dealing him abuffet that sent him reeling several yards backwards. 

"There! off with you!" whispered Mrs. Spurling, squeezing Jack's arm, and pushing him towards the door, "and, don't come here again. "

Before Austin could recover himself, Jack and Mrs. Maggot haddisappeared. 

"Bolt the wicket!" shouted Ireton, who, with the others, had been not alittle entertained by the gallant turnkey's discomfiture. 

This was done, and Austin returned with a crest-fallen look to thetable. Upon which Mrs. Spurling, and her now accepted suitor, resumedtheir seats. 

"You'll be as good as your word, my charmer, " whispered the executioner. 

"Of course, " responded the widow, heaving a deep sigh. "Oh! Jack!Jack!--you little know what a price I've paid for you!"

"Well, I'm glad those women are gone, " remarked Shotbolt. "Couplingtheir presence with Jack's speech, I couldn't help fearing some mischiefmight ensue. "

"That reminds me he's still at large, " returned Ireton. "Here, Caliban, go and fasten his padlock. "

"Iss, Massa Ireton, " replied the black. 

"Stop, Caliban, " interposed Mrs. Spurling, who wished to protract thediscovery of the escape as long as possible. "Before you go, bring methe bottle of pine-apple rum I opened yesterday. I should like Mr. Ireton and his friends to taste it. It is in the lower cupboard. Oh! youhaven't got the key--then _I_ must have it, I suppose. How provoking!"she added, pretending to rummage her pockets; "one never _can_ find athing when one wants it. "

"Never mind it, my dear Mrs. Spurling, " rejoined Ireton; "we can tastethe rum when he returns. We shall have Mr. Wild here presently, and Iwouldn't for the world--Zounds!" he exclaimed, as the figure of thethief-taker appeared at the wicket, "here he is. Off with you, Caliban!Fly, you rascal!"

"Mr. Wild here!" exclaimed Mrs. Spurling in alarm. "Oh gracious! he'slost. "

"Who's lost?" demanded Ireton. 

"The key, " replied the widow. 

All the turnkeys rose to salute the thief-taker, whose habitually-sullencountenance looked gloomier than usual. Ireton rushed forward to openthe wicket for him. 

"No Blueskin, I perceive, Sir, " he observed, in a deferential tone, asWild entered the Lodge. 

"No, " replied Jonathan, moodily. "I've been deceived by falseinformation. But the wench who tricked me shall bitterly repent it. Ihope this is all. I begin to fear I might be purposely go out of theway. Nothing has gone wrong here?"

"Nothing whatever, " replied Ireton. "Jack is just gone back to theCondemned Hold. His two wives have been here. "

"Ha!" exclaimed Jonathan, with a sudden vehemence that electrified thechief turnkey; "what's this! a spike gone! 'Sdeath! the women, you say, have been here. He has escaped. "

"Impossible, Sir, " replied Ireton, greatly alarmed. 

"Impossible!" echoed Wild, with a fearful imprecation. "No, Sir, it'squite possible--more than possible. It's certain. I'll lay my life he'sgone. Come with me to the Condemned Hold directly, and, if I find myfears confirmed, I'll--"

He was here interrupted by the sudden entrance of the black, who rushedprecipitately into the room, letting fall the heavy bunch of keys in hisfright. 

"O Massa Ireton! Massa Wild!" ejaculated Caliban, "Shack Sheppart gone!"

"Gone? you black devil!--Gone?" cried Ireton. 

"Iss, Massa. Caliban sarch ebery hole in de place, but Shack no dere. Only him big hoss padlock--noting else. "

"I knew it, " rejoined Wild, with concentrated rage; "and he escaped youall, in broad day, before your faces. You may well say it's impossible!His Majesty's jail of Newgate is admirably guarded, I must say. Ireton, you are in league with him. "

"Sir, " said the chief turnkey, indignantly. 

"You _are_, Sir, " thundered Jonathan; "and, unless you find him, youshan't hold your place a week. I don't threaten idly, as you know. Andyou, Austin; and you Langley, I say the same thing to you. "

"But, Mr. Wild, " implored the turnkeys. 

"I've said it, " rejoined Jonathan, peremptorily. "And you, Marvel, youmust have been a party--"

"I, Sir!"

"If he's not found, I'll get a new hangman. "

"Zounds!" cried Marvel, "I--"

"Hush!" whispered the tapstress, "or I retract my promise. "

"Mrs. Spurling, " said Jonathan, who overheard the whisper, "you owe yoursituation to me. If you have aided Jack Sheppard's escape, you shall oweyour discharge to me also. "

"As you please, Sir, " replied the tapstress, coolly. "And the next timeCaptain Darrell wants a witness, I promise you he shan't look for one invain. "

"Ha! hussy, dare you threaten?" cried Wild; but, checking himself, heturned to Ireton and asked, "How long have the women been gone?"

"Scarcely five minutes, " replied the latter. 

"One of you fly to the market, " returned Jonathan; "another to theriver; a third to the New Mint. Disperse in every direction. We'll havehim yet. A hundred pounds to the man who takes him. "

So saying, he rushed out, followed by Ireton and Langley. 

"A hundred pounds!" exclaimed Shotbolt. "That's a glorious reward. Doyou think he'll pay it?"

"I'm sure of it, " replied Austin. 

"Then I'll have it before to-morrow morning, " said the keeper of the NewPrison, to himself. "If Jack Sheppard sups with Mr. Kneebone, I'll makeone of the party. "

CHAPTER XI. 

Dollis Hill revisited. 

About an hour after the occurrences at Newgate, the door of the smallback-parlour already described at Dollis Hill was opened by Winifred, who, gliding noiselessly across the room, approached a couch, on whichwas extended a sleeping female, and, gazing anxiously at her palecareworn countenance, murmured, --"Heaven be praised! she stillslumbers--slumbers peacefully. The opiate has done its duty. Poor thing!how beautiful she looks! but how like death!"

Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper, --deathlike and deep. Its very calmness was frightful. Her lips were apart, but no breathseemed to issue from them; and, but for a slight--very slightpalpitation of the bosom, the vital principle might be supposed to beextinct. This lifeless appearance was heightened by the extremesharpness of her features--especially the nose and chin, --and by theemaciation of her limbs, which was painfully distinct through herdrapery. Her attenuated arms were crossed upon her breast; and her blackbrows and eyelashes contrasted fearfully with the livid whiteness of herskin. A few short, dark locks, escaping from beneath her head-dress, showed that her hair had been removed, and had only been recentlyallowed to grow again. 

"Poor Mrs. Sheppard!" sighed Winifred, as she contemplated the beautifulwreck before her, --"Poor Mrs. Sheppard! when I see her thus, and thinkof all she has endured, of all she may yet have to endure, I couldalmost pray for her release from trouble. I dare not reflect upon theeffect that her son's fate, --if the efforts to save him areineffectual, --may have upon her enfeebled frame, and still worse uponher mind. What a mercy that the blow aimed at her by the ruffian, Wild, though it brought her to the brink of the grave, should have restoredher to reason! Ah! she stirs. "

As she said this, she drew a little aside, while Mrs. Sheppard heaved adeep sigh, and opened her eyes, which now looked larger, blacker, andmore melancholy than ever. 

"Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. 

"With your friends, dear Mrs. Sheppard, " replied Winifred, advancing. 

"Ah! you are there, my dear young lady, " said the widow, smilingfaintly; "when I first waken, I'm always in dread of finding myselfagain in that horrible asylum. "

"You need never be afraid of that, " returned Winifred, affectionately;"my father will take care you never leave him more. "

"Oh! how much I owe him!" said the widow, with fervour, "for bringingme here, and removing me from those dreadful sights and sounds, thatwould have driven me distracted, even if I had been in my right mind. And how much I owe _you_, too, dearest Winifred, for your kindness andattention. Without you I should never have recovered either health orreason. I can never be grateful enough. But, though _I_ cannot rewardyou, Heaven will. "

"Don't say anything about it, dear Mrs. Sheppard, " rejoined Winifred, controlling her emotion, and speaking as cheerfully as she could; "Iwould do anything in the world for you, and so would my father, and sowould Thames; but he _ought_, for he's your nephew, you know. We alllove you dearly. "

"Bless you! bless you!" cried Mrs. Sheppard, averting her face to hideher tears. 

"I mustn't tell you what Thames means to do for you if ever he gains hisrights, " continued Winifred; "but I _may_ tell you what my father meansto do. "

"He has done too much already, " answered the widow. "I shall need littlemore. "

"But, _do_ hear what it is, " rejoined Winifred; "you know I'm shortly tobe united to your nephew, --that is, " she added, blushing, "when he canbe married by his right name, for my father won't consent to it before. "

"Your father will never oppose your happiness, my dear, I'm sure, " saidMrs. Sheppard; "but, what has this to do with me?"

"You shall hear, " replied Winifred; "when this marriage takes place, youand I shall be closely allied, but my father wishes for a still closeralliance. "

"I don't unterstand you, " returned Mrs. Sheppard. 

"To be plain, then, " said Winifred, "he has asked me whether I have anyobjection to you as a mother. "

"And what--what was your answer?" demanded the widow, eagerly. 

"Can't you guess?" returned Winifred, throwing her arms about her neck. "That he couldn't choose any one so agreeable to me. "

"Winifred, " said Mrs. Sheppard, after a brief pause, during which sheappeared overcome by her feelings, --she said, gently disengaging herselffrom the young girl's embrace, and speaking in a firm voice, "you mustdissuade your father from this step. "

"How?" exclaimed the other. "Can you not love him?"

"Love him!" echoed the widow. "The feeling is dead within my breast. Myonly love is for my poor lost son. I can esteem him, regard him; but, love him as he _ought_ to be loved--that I cannot do. "

"Your esteem is all he will require, " urged Winifred. 

"He has it, and will ever have it, " replied Mrs. Sheppard, passionately, --"he has my boundless gratitude, and devotion. But I amnot worthy to be any man's wife--far less _his_ wife. Winifred, you aredeceived in me. You know not what a wretched guilty thing I am. You knownot in what dark places my life has been cast; with what crimes it hasbeen stained. But the offences I _have_ committed are venial incomparison with what I should commit were I to wed your father. No--no, it must never be. "

"You paint yourself worse than you are, dear Mrs. Sheppard, " rejoinedWinifred kindly. "Your faults were the faults of circumstances. "

"Palliate them as you may, " replied the widow, gravely, "they _were_faults; and as such, cannot be repaired by a greater wrong. If you loveme, do not allude to this subject again. "

"I'm sorry I mentioned it at all, since it distresses you, " returnedWinifred; "but, as I knew my father intended to propose to you, if poorJack should be respited--"

"_If_ he should be respited?" repeated Mrs. Sheppard, with startlingeagerness. "Does your father doubt it? Speak! tell me!"

Winifred made no answer. 

"Your hesitation convinces me he does, " replied the widow. "Is Thamesreturned from London?"

"Not yet, " replied the other; "but I expect him every minute. Myfather's chief fear, I must tell you, is from the baneful influence ofJonathan Wild. "

"That fiend is ever in my path, " exclaimed Mrs. Sheppard, with a look, the wildness of which greatly alarmed her companion. "I cannot scare himthence. "

"Hark!" cried Winifred, "Thames is arrived. I hear the sound of hishorse's feet in the yard. Now you will learn the result. "

"Heaven support me!" cried Mrs. Sheppard, faintly. 

"Breathe at this phial, " said Winifred. 

Shortly afterwards, --it seemed an age to the anxious mother, --Mr. Woodentered the room, followed by Thames. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion, --partly, perhaps, from both causes, --andwore his left arm in a sling. 

"Well!" cried Mrs. Sheppard, raising herself, and looking at him as ifher life depended upon the answer. "He is respited?"

"Alas! no, " replied Thames, sadly. "The warrant for his execution isarrived. There is no further hope. "

"My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. 

"Heaven have mercy on his soul!" ejaculated Wood. 

"Poor Jack!" cried Winifred, burying her face in her lover's bosom. 

Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except thestilled sobs of the unfortunate mother. 

At length, she suddenly started to her feet; and before Winifred couldprevent her, staggered up to Thames. 

"When is he to suffer?" she demanded, fixing her large black eyes, whichburnt with an insane gleam, upon him. 

"On Friday, " he replied. 

"Friday!" echoed Mrs. Sheppard; "and to-day is Monday. He has three daysto live. Only three days. Three short days. Horrible!"

"Poor soul! her senses are going again, " said Mr. Wood, terrified bythe wildness of her looks. "I was afraid it would be so. "

"Only three days, " reiterated the widow, "three short short days, --andthen all is over. Jonathan's wicked threat is fulfilled at last. Thegallows is in view--I see it with all its hideous apparatus!--ough!" andshuddering violently, she placed her hands before her, as if to excludesome frightful vision from her sight. 

"Do not despair, my sweet soul, " said Wood, in a soothing tone. 

"Do not despair!" echoed Mrs. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the earsof those who listened to it like a razor, --"Do not despair! And who orwhat shall give me comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyesare dry, --suffered till my heart is broken, --prayed till the voice ofprayer is dumb, --and all of no avail. He will be hanged--hanged--hanged. Ha! ha! What have I left but despair and madness? Promise me one thing, Mr. Wood, " she continued, with a sudden change of tone, and convulsivelyclutching the carpenter's arm, "promise it me. "

"Anything, my dear, " replied Wood, "What is it?"

"Bury us together in one grave in Willesden churchyard. There is a smallyew-tree west of the church. Beneath that tree let us lie. In one grave, mind. Do you promise to do this?"

"Solemnly, " rejoined the carpenter. 

"Enough, " said the widow, gratefully. "I must see him to-night. "

"Impossible, dear Mrs. Sheppard, " said Thames. "To-morrow I will takeyou to him. "

"To-morrow will be too late, " replied the widow, in a hollow voice, "Ifeel it will. I must go to-night, or I shall never behold him again. Imust bless him before I die. I have strength enough to drag myselfthere, and I do not want to return. "

"Be pacified, sweet soul, " said Wood, looking meaningly at Thames; "you_shall_ go, and I will accompany you. "

"A mother's blessing on you, " replied Mrs. Sheppard, fervently. "Andnow, " she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts--toprepare myself for what I have to go through--to pray for my son. "

"Shall we do so?" whispered Winifred to her father. 

"By all means, " returned Wood; "don't delay an instant. " And, followedby the young couple, who gazed wistfully at the poor sufferer, hehastily quitted the room, and locked the door after him. 

Mrs. Sheppard was no sooner alone than she fell upon her knees by theside of the couch, and poured forth her heart in prayer. So absorbed wasshe by her passionate supplications that she was insensible to anythingpassing around her, until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and hearda well-known voice breathe in her ear--"Mother!"

She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into her son's outstretched arms. "Mother! dear mother!" criedJack, folding her to his breast. 

"My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs. Sheppard, returning hisembrace with all a parent's tenderness. 

Jack was completely overcome. His chest heaved violently, and big tearscoursed rapidly down his cheeks. 

"I don't deserve it, " he said, at length; "but I would have risked athousand deaths to enjoy this moment's happiness. "

"And you must have risked much to obtain it, my love. I have scarcelyrecovered from the shock of hearing of your condemnation, when I beholdyou free!"

"Not two hours since, " rejoined Jack, "I was chained down in theCondemned Hold in Newgate. With a small saw, conveyed to me a few dayssince by Thames Darrell, which I contrived to conceal upon my person, Iremoved a spike in the hatch, and, with the aid of some other friends, worked my way out. Having heard from Thames that you were better, andthat your sole anxiety was about me, I came to give you the _first_intelligence of my escape. "

"Bless you for it. But you will stay here?"

"I dare not. I must provide for my safety. "

"Mr. Wood will protect you, " urged Mrs. Sheppard. 

"He has not the power--perhaps not the will to do so. And if he would, _I_ would not subject him to the annoyance. The moment my escape isknown, a large reward will be placed on my head. My dress, my personwill be minutely described. Jonathan Wild and his bloodhounds, with ahundred others, incited by the reward, will be upon my track. Nay, foraught I know, some of them may even now have got scent of me. "

"You terrify me, " cried Mrs. Sheppard. "Oh! if this is the case, do notstay an instant. Fly! fly!"

"As soon as I can do so with safety, I will return, or send to you, "said Jack. 

"Do not endanger yourself on my account, " rejoined his mother. "I amquite easy now; receive my blessing, my dear son; and if we never meetagain, rest assured my last prayer shall be for you. "

"Do not talk thus, dear mother, " returned Jack, gazing anxiously at herpale countenance, "or I shall not be able to quit you. You must live forme. "

"I will try to do so, " replied the widow, forcing a smile. "One lastembrace. I need not counsel you to avoid those fatal courses which haveplaced you in such fearful jeopardy. "

"You need not, " replied Jack, in a tone of the deepest compunction. "And, oh! forgive me, though I can never forgive myself, for the miseryI have caused you. "

"Forgive you!" echoed his mother, with a look radiant with delight. "Ihave nothing to forgive. Ah!" she screamed, with a sudden change ofmanner; and pointing to the window, which Jack had left open, and atwhich a dark figure was standing, "there is Jonathan Wild!"

"Betrayed!" exclaimed Jack, glancing in the same direction. "Thedoor!--the door!--death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it islocked--and I am unarmed. Madman that I am to be so!"

"Help!" shrieked Mrs. Sheppard. 

"Be silent, " said Jonathan, striding deliberately into the room; "thesecries will avail you nothing. Whoever answers them must assist me tocapture your son. Be silent, I say, if you value his safety. "

Awed by Jonathan's manner, Mrs. Sheppard repressed the scream that roseto her lips, and both mother and son gazed with apprehension at theheavy figure of the thief-taker, which, viewed in the twilight, seemeddilated to twice its natural size, and appeared almost to block up thewindow. In addition to his customary arms, Jonathan carried a bludgeonwith a large heavy knob, suspended from his wrist by a loop; a favouriteweapon, which he always took with him on dangerous expeditions, andwhich, if any information had been requisite, would have told Sheppardthat the present was one of them. 

"Well, Jack, " he said, after a pause, "are you disposed to go backquietly with me?"

"You'll ascertain that when you attempt to touch me, " rejoined Sheppard, resolutely. 

"My janizaries are within call, " returned Wild. "I'm armed; you arenot. "

"It matters not. You shall not take me alive. "

"Spare him! spare him!" cried Mrs. Sheppard, falling on her knees. 

"Get up, mother, " cried Jack; "do not kneel to him. I wouldn't accept mylife from him. I've foiled him hitherto, and will foil him yet. And, come what will, I'll balk him of the satisfaction of hanging me. "

Jonathan raised his bludgeon, but controlled himself by a powerfuleffort. 

"Fool!" he cried, "do you think I wouldn't have secured you before thisif I hadn't some motive for my forbearance?"

"And that motive is fear, " replied Jack contemptuously. 

"Fear!" echoed Wild, in a terrible tone, --"fear! Repeat that word again, and nothing shall save you. "

"Don't anger him, my dear son, " implored the poor widow, with a look ofanguish at Jack. "Perhaps he means well. "

"Mad as you are, you're the more sensible of the two, I must say, "rejoined Jonathan. 

"Spare him!" cried Mrs, Sheppard, who fancied she had made someimpression on the obdurate breast of the thief-taker, --"spare him! and Iwill forgive you, will thank you, bless you. Spare him! spare him!"

"On one condition I _will_ spare him, " returned Wild; "on one conditiononly. "

"What is it?" asked the poor woman. 

"Either he or you must return with me, " answered Jonathan. 

"Take _me_, then, " replied the widow. And she would have rushed to him, if she had not been forcibly withheld by her son. 

"Do not go near him, mother, " cried Jack; "do not believe him. There issome deep treachery hidden beneath his words. "

"I _will_ go, " said Mrs. Sheppard, struggling to get free. 

"Attend to me, Mrs. Sheppard, " said Jonathan, looking calmly on at thisdistressing scene, "Attend to me, and do not heed him. I swear to you, solemnly swear to you, I will save your son's life, nay more, willbefriend him, will place him out of the reach of his enemies, if youconsent to become my wife. "

"Execrable villain!" exclaimed Jack. 

"You hear that, " cried Mrs. Sheppard; "he swears to save you. "

"Well, " replied her son; "and you spurn the proposal. "

"No; she accepts it, " rejoined Jonathan, triumphantly. "Come along, Mrs. Sheppard. I've a carriage within call shall convey you swiftly to town. Come! come!"

"Hear me, mother, " cried Jack, "and I will explain to you _why_ thevillain makes this strange and revolting proposal. He well knows thatbut two lives--those of Thames Darrell and Sir Rowland Trenchard, --standbetween you and the vast possessions of the family. Those livesremoved, --and Sir Rowland is completely in his power, the estates wouldbe yours--HIS! if he were your husband. Now do you see his motive?"

"I see nothing but your danger, " replied his mother, tenderly. 

"Granted it were as you say, Jack, " said Wild;--"and I sha'n't take thetrouble to contradict you--the estates would be _yours_ hereafter. "

"Liar!" cried Jack. "Do you affect ignorance that I am a condemnedfelon, and can inherit nothing? But do not imagine that under anycircumstances I would accept your terms. My mother shall never degradeherself by a connection with you. "

"Degrade herself, " rejoined Jonathan, brutally. "Do you think I wouldtake a harlot to my bed, if it didn't suit my purposes to do so?"

"He says right, " replied Mrs. Sheppard, distractedly. "I am only fit forsuch as him. Take me! take me!"

"Before an hour you shall be mine, " said Jonathan advancing towards her. 

"Back!" cried Jack fiercely: "lay a finger on her, and I will fell youto the ground. Mother! do you know what you do? Would you sell yourselfto this fiend?"

"I would sell myself, body and soul, to save you, " rejoined his mother, bursting from his grasp. 

Jonathan caught her in his arms. 

"Come away!" he cried, with the roar of a demon. 

This laugh and his looks alarmed her. 

"It _is_ the fiend!" she exclaimed, recoiling. "Save me!--save me!"

"Damnation!" vociferated Jonathan, savagely. "We've no time for anyBedlam scenes now. Come along, you mad jade. I'll teach you submissionin time. "

With this, he endeavoured to force her off; but, before he couldaccomplish his purpose, he was arrested, and his throat seized by Jack. In the struggle, Mrs. Sheppard broke from him, and filled the room withher shrieks. 

"I'll now pay the debt I owe you, " cried Jack, tightening his grip tillthe thief-taker blackened in the face. 

"Dog!" cried Wild, freeing himself by a powerful effort, and dealingJack a violent blow with the heavy bludgeon, which knocked himbackwards, "you are not yet a match for Jonathan Wild. Neither you noryour mother shall escape me. But I must summon my janizaries. " Sosaying, he raised a whistle to his lips, and blew a loud call; and, asthis was unanswered, another still louder. "Confusion!" he cried;"something has happened. But I won't be cheated of my prize. "

"Help! help!" shrieked Mrs. Sheppard, fleeing from him to the farthestcorner of the room. 

But it was of no avail. Jonathan again seized her, when the door wasthrown open, and Thames Darrell, followed by Mr. Wood and severalserving-men, all well armed, rushed into the room. A glance sufficed toshow the young man how matters stood. He flew to the window, and wouldhave passed his sword through the thief-taker's body, if the latter hadnot quickly interposed the person of Mrs. Sheppard, so that if the blowhad been stricken she must have received it. 

"Quilt!--Mendez!--Where are you?" vociferated Wild, sounding his whistlefor the third time. 

"You call in vain, " rejoined Thames. "Your assistants are in my power. Yield, villain!"

"Never!" replied Jonathan. 

"Put down your burthen, monster!" shouted Wood, pointing an immenseblunderbuss at him. 

"Take her, " cried Jonathan; and, flinging the now inanimate body of thepoor widow, who had fainted in the struggle, into the arms of Thames, heleapt through the window, and by the time the latter could consign herto Wood, and dart after him, he had disappeared. 

"Pursue him, " cried Thames to the attendants, "and see that he does notescape. "

The order was promptly obeyed. 

"Jack, " continued Thames, addressing Sheppard, who had only justrecovered from the blow, and regained his feet, "I don't ask _how_ youcame here, nor do I blame your rashness in doing so. Fortunately, eversince Wild's late murderous attack, the household has all been wellarmed. A post-chaise seen in the road first alarmed us. On searchingthe grounds, we found two suspicious-looking fellows in the garden, andhad scarcely secured them, when your mother's cries summoned us hither, just in time to preserve her. "

"Your arrival was most providential, " said Jack. 

"You must not remain here another instant, " replied Thames. "My horse isat the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters, --mount him and fly. "

"Thames, I have much to say, " said Jack, "much that concerns yoursafety. "

"Not now, " returned Thames, impatiently. "I cannot--will not suffer youto remain here. "

"I will go, if you will consent to meet me at midnight near the oldhouse in Wych Street, " replied Jack. "By that time, I shall have fullyconsidered a plan which occurs to me for defeating the schemes of yourenemies. "

"Before that time you will be captured, if you expose yourself thus, "rejoined Thames. "However, I will be there. Farewell. "

"Till midnight, " replied Jack. 

And imprinting a kiss upon his mother's cold lips, he left the room. Hefound the horse where Thames told him he would find him, mounted, androde off across the fields in the direction of town. 

CHAPTER XII. 

The Well Hole. 

Jonathan Wild's first object, as soon as he had made good his retreat, was to ascertain what had become of his janizaries, and, if possible, torelease them. With this view, he hurried to the spot where he had leftthe post-chaise, and found it drawn up at the road-side, the postiliondismounted, and in charge of a couple of farming-men. Advancing towardsthem, sword in hand, Jonathan so terrified the hinds by his fierce looksand determined manner, that, after a slight show of resistance, theytook to their heels, leaving him master of the field. He then threwopen the door of the vehicle, in which he found his janizaries withtheir arms pinioned, and, leaping into it, ordered the man to drive off. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallopalong the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as theserving-men made their appearance. Arrived at the latter place, Jonathan, who, meanwhile, had contrived to liberate his attendants fromtheir bonds, drew up at the Six Bells, and hiring a couple of horses, despatched his attendants in search of Jack Sheppard, while he proceededto town. Dismissing the post-chaise at the Old Bailey, he walked toNewgate to ascertain what had occurred since the escape. It was justupon the stroke of nine as he entered the Lodge, and Mr. Austin wasdismissing a host of inquirers who had been attracted thither by thenews, --for it had already been extensively noised abroad. Some of thesepersons were examining the spot where the spike had been cut off; othersthe spike itself, now considered a remarkable object; and all weremarvelling how Jack could have possibly squeezed himself through such anarrow aperture, until it was explained to them by Mr. Austin that therenowned housebreaker was of slender bodily conformation, and thereforeable to achieve a feat, which he, Mr. Austin, or any man of similardimensions, would have found wholly impossible. Affixed to the wall, ina conspicuous situation, was a large placard, which, after minutelydescribing Sheppard's appearance and attire, concluded thus:--"_Whoeverwill discover or apprehend the above_ JOHN SHEPPARD, _so that he bebrought to justice, shall receive_ ONE HUNDRED GUINEAS REWARD, _to bepaid by_ MR. PITT, _the keeper of Newgate_. "

This placard attracted universal attention. While Jonathan wasconversing with Austin, from whom he took care to conceal the fact ofhis having seen Sheppard since his escape, Ireton entered the Lodge. 

"Altogether unsuccessful, Sir, " said the chief turnkey, with a look ofdisappointment, not unmixed with apprehension, as he approached Wild. "I've been to all the flash cases in town, and can hear nothing of himor his wives. First, I went to Country Tom's, the Goat, in Long Lane. Tom swore he hadn't set eyes on him since the trial. I next proceeded toJenny Bunch's, the Ship, in Trig Lane--there I got the same answer. Thento the Feathers, in Drury Lane. Then to the Golden Ball, in the samestreet. Then to Martin's brandy-shop, in Fleet Street. Then to DanWare's, in Hanging Sword Court. Then to the Dean's Head, in St. Martin'sLe Grand. And, lastly, to the Seven Cities o' Refuge, in the New Mint. And nowhere could I obtain the slightest information. "

"Humph!" exclaimed Wild. 

"Have you been more successful, Sir?" ventured Ireton. 

Jonathan shook his head. 

"Mr. Shotbolt thinks he has a scheme that can't fail, " interposedAustin; "but he wishes to know whether you'll be as good as your word, in respect to the great reward you offered for Jack's capture. "

"Have I ever broken my word in such matters, that he dares put thequestion?" rejoined Jonathan sternly. "Tell Mr. Shotbolt that if he, orany other person, takes Jack Sheppard before to-morrow morning, I'lldouble it. Do you hear?"

"I do, Sir, " replied Austin respectfully. 

"Two hundred pounds, if he's lodged in Newgate before to-morrowmorning, " continued Wild. "Make it known among your friends. " And hestrode out of the place. 

"Two hundred pounds!" exclaimed Ireton, "besides the governor'soffer--that's three hundred. I must go to work again. Keep a sharp lookout, Austin, and see that we lose no one else. I should be sorry ifShotbolt got the reward. "

"Devilish hard! I'm not allowed a chance, " grumbled Austin, as he wasleft alone. "However, some one _must_ look after the jail; and they'reall gone but me. It's fortunate we've no more Jack Sheppards, or Ishould stand but a poor chance. Well, I don't think they'll any of 'emnab him, that's one comfort. "

On quitting the Lodge, Wild repaired to his own habitation. Telling theporter that he would attend to the house himself, he bade him go insearch of Jack Sheppard. There was something in Jonathan's manner, as heissued this command, that struck the man as singular, and he afterwardsrecalled it. He, however, made no remark at the time, but instantlyprepared to set out. As soon as he was gone, Jonathan went up stairs tothe audience-chamber; and, sitting down, appeared for some time buriedin reflection. The dark and desperate thoughts that were passing throughhis mind at this time will presently be shown. After a while, he raisedhis eyes; and, if their glance could have been witnessed at the moment, it could not have been easily forgotten. Muttering something to himself, he appeared to be telling upon his fingers the advantages anddisadvantages of some scheme he had in contemplation. That he hadresolved upon its execution, whatever it might be, was evident from hissaying aloud, --

"I will do it. So good an opportunity may never occur again. "

Upon this he arose, and paced the room hastily backwards and forwards, as if further arranging his plans. He then unlocked a cabinet, opened asecret drawer, and, lifter ransacking its contents, discovered a paperhe was in search of, and a glove. Laying these carefully aside, herestored the drawer to its place. His next occupation was to take outhis pistols, examine the priming, and rub the flints. His sword thencame in for his scrutiny: he felt at, and appeared satisfied with itsedge. This employment seemed to afford him the highest satisfaction; fora diabolical grin--it cannot be called a smile--played upon his face allthe time he was engaged in it. His sword done with, he took up thebludgeon; balanced it in his hand; upon the points of his fingers; andlet it fall with a smash, intentionally, upon the table. 

"After all, " he said, "this is the safest weapon. No instrument I'veever used has done me such good service. It _shall_ be the bludgeon. " Sosaying, he slung it upon his wrist. 

Taking up a link, which was blazing beside him, he walked across theroom; and touching a spring in the wall, a secret door flew open. Beyondwas a narrow bridge, crossing a circular building, at the bottom ofwhich lay a deep well. It was a dark mysterious place, and what it wasused for no one exactly knew; but it was called by those who had seen itthe Well Hole. The bridge was protected on either side by a railing withbannisters placed at wide intervals. Steps to aid the descent, which wastoo steep to be safe without them, led to, a door on the opposite side. This door, which was open, Jonathan locked and took out the key. As hestood upon the bridge, he held down the light, and looked into theprofound abyss. The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tingedthe inky waters below. A slight cough uttered by Jonathan at the momentawakened the echoes of the place, and was returned in hollowreverberations. "There'll be a louder echo here presently, " thoughtJonathan. Before leaving the place he looked upwards, and could justdiscern the blue vault and pale stars of Heaven through an iron gratingat the top. 

On his return to the room, Jonathan purposely left the door of the WellHole ajar. Unlocking a cupboard, he then took out some cold meat andother viands, with a flask of wine, and a bottle of brandy, and began toeat and drink voraciously. He had very nearly cleared the board, when aknock was heard below, and descending at the summons, he found his twojanizaries. They had both been unsuccessful. As Jonathan scarcelyexpected a more satisfactory result, he made no comment; but, orderingQuilt to continue his search, and not to return until he had found thefugitive, called Abraham Mendez into the house, and shut the door. 

"I want you for the job I spoke of a short time ago, Nab, " he said. "Imean to have no one but yourself in it. Come up stairs, and take a glassof brandy. "

Abraham grinned, and silently followed his master, who, as soon as theyreached the audience-chamber, poured out a bumper of spirits, andpresented it to him. The Jew swallowed it at a draught. 

"By my shoul!" he exclaimed, smacking his lips, "dat ish goot--verygoot. "

"You shall finish the bottle when the job's done, " replied Jonathan. 

"Vat ish it, Mishter Vild?" inquired Mendez. "Shir Rowland Trenchard'saffair--eh?"

"That's it, " rejoined Jonathan; "I expect him here every minute. Whenyou've admitted him, steal into the room, hide yourself, and don't movetill I utter the words, 'You've a long journey before you. ' That's yoursignal. "

"And a famoush goot shignal it ish, " laughed Abraham. "He hash a longjourney before him--ha! ha!"

"Peace!" cried Jonathan. "There's his knock. Go, and let him in. Andmind you don't arouse his suspicions. "

"Never fear--never fear, " rejoined Abraham, as he took up the link, andleft the room. 

Jonathan cast a hasty glance around, to see that all was properlyarranged for his purpose; placed a chair with its back to the door;disposed the lights on the table so as to throw the entrance of the roommore into shadow; and then flung himself into a seat to await SirRowland's arrival. 

He had not to wait long. Enveloped in a large cloak, Sir Rowland stalkedinto the room, and took the seat assigned him; while the Jew, whoreceived a private signal from Jonathan, set down the link near theentrance of the Well Hole, and, having made fast the door, crept behindone of the cases. 

Fancying they were alone, Sir Rowland threw aside his cloak, andproduced a heavy bag of money, which he flung upon the table; and, whenWild had feasted his greedy eyes sufficiently upon its golden contents, he handed him a pocket-book filled with notes. 

"You have behaved like a man of honour, Sir Rowland, " said Wild, afterhe had twice told over the money. "Right to a farthing. "

"Give me an acquittance, " said Trenchard. 

"It's scarcely necessary, " replied Wild; "however, if you require it, certainly. There it is. 'Received from Sir Rowland Trenchard, 15, 000£. --Jonathan Wild: August 31st, 1724. ' Will that do?"

"It will, " replied Trenchard. "This is our last transaction together. "

"I hope not, " replied Wild. 

"It is the last, " continued the knight, sternly; "and I trust we maynever meet again, I have paid you this large sum--not because you areentitled to it, for you have failed in what you undertook to do, butbecause I desire to be troubled with you no further. I have now settledmy affairs, and made every preparation for my departure to France, whereI shall spend the remainder of my days. And I have made sucharrangements that at my decease tardy justice will be done my injurednephew. "

"You have made no such arrangements as will compromise me, I hope, SirRowland?" said Wild, hastily. 

"While I live you are safe, " rejoined Trenchard; "after my death I cananswer for nothing. "

"'Sblood!" exclaimed Wild, uneasily. "This alters the case materially. When were you last confessed, Sir Rowland?" he added abruptly. 

"Why do you ask?" rejoined the other haughtily. 

"Because--because I'm always distrustful of a priest, " rejoinedJonathan. 

"I have just parted from one, " said Trenchard. 

"So much the worse, " replied Jonathan, rising and taking a turn, as ifuncertain what to do. 

"So much the better, " rejoined Sir Rowland. "He who stands on the vergeof the grave, as I do, should never be unprepared. "

"You're strangely superstitious, Sir Rowland, " said Jonathan, halting, and looking steadfastly at him. 

"If I were so, I should not be here, " returned Trenchard. 

"How so?" asked Wild, curiously. 

"I had a terrible dream last night. I thought my sister and her murderedhusband dragged me hither, to this very room, and commanded you to slayme. "

"A terrible dream, indeed, " said Jonathan thoughtfully. "But youmustn't indulge these gloomy thoughts. Let me recommend a glass ofwine. "

"My penance forbids it, " said Trenchard, waving his hand. "I cannotremain here long. "

"You will remain longer than you anticipate, " muttered Wild. 

"Before I go, " continued Sir Rowland, "I must beg of you to disclose tome all you know relative to the parentage of Thames Darrell. "

"Willingly, " replied Wild. "Thinking it likely you might desire to havethis information, I prepared accordingly. First, look at this glove. Itbelonged to his father, and was worn by him on the night he wasmurdered. You will observe that a coronet is embroidered on it. "

"Ha!" exclaimed Trenchard, starting, "is he so highly born?"

"This letter will inform you, " replied Wild, placing a document in hishand. 

"What is this!" cried Sir Rowland. "I know the hand--ha! my friend! andI have murdered _him_! And my sister was thus nobly, thus illustriouslywedded. O God! O God!"

And he appeared convulsed with agony. 

"Oh! if I had known this, " he exclaimed, "what guilt, what remorse mighthave been spared me!"

"Repentance comes too late when the deed's done, " returned Wild, bitterly. 

"It is not too late to repair the wrong I have done my nephew, " criedTrenchard. "I will set about it instantly. He shall have the estates. Iwill return to Manchester at once. "

"You had better take some refreshment before you start, " rejoined Wild. "'_You've a long journey before you. _'"

As the signal was given, the Jew, who had been some time in expectationof it, darted swiftly and silently behind Sir Rowland, and flung a clothover his head, while Jonathan, rushing upon him in front, struck himseveral quick and violent blows in the face with the bludgeon. Thewhite cloth was instantly dyed with crimson; but, regardless of this, Jonathan continued his murderous assault. The struggles of the woundedman were desperate--so desperate, that in his agony he overset thetable, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a facehorribly mutilated, and streaming with blood. So appalling was thesight, that even the murderers--familiar as they were with scenes ofslaughter, --looked aghast at it. 

During this dreadful pause the wretched man felt for his sword. It hadbeen removed from the scabbard by the Jew. He uttered a deep groan, butsaid nothing. 

"Despatch him!" roared Jonathan. 

Having no means of defence, Sir Rowland cleared the blood from hisvision; and, turning to see whether there was any means of escape, hedescried the open door behind him leading to the Well Hole, andinstantly darted through it. 

"As I could wish!" cried Jonathan. "Bring the light, Nab. "

The Jew snatched up the link, and followed him. 

A struggle of the most terrific kind now ensued. The wounded man haddescended the bridge, and dashed himself against the door beyond it;but, finding it impossible to force his way further, he turned toconfront his assailants. Jonathan aimed a blow at him, which, if it hadtaken place, must have instantly terminated the strife; but, avoidingthis, he sprang at the thief-taker, and grappled with him. Firmly built, as it was, the bridge creaked in such a manner with their contendingefforts, that Abraham durst not venture beyond the door, where he stood, holding the light, a horrified spectator of the scene. The contest, however, though desperate, was brief. Disengaging his right arm, Jonathan struck his victim a tremendous blow on the head with thebludgeon, that fractured his skull; and, exerting all his strength, threw him over the rails, to which he clung with the tenacity ofdespair. 

"Spare me!" he groaned, looking upwards. "Spare me!"

Jonathan, however, instead of answering him, searched for his knife, with the intention of severing his wrist. But not finding it, he hadagain recourse to the bludgeon, and began beating the hand fixed on theupper rail, until, by smashing the fingers, he forced it to relinquishits hold. He then stamped upon the hand on the lower bannister, untilthat also relaxed its gripe. 

Sir Rowland then fell. 

A hollow plunge, echoed and re-echoed by the walls, marked his descentinto the water. 

"Give me the link, " cried Jonathan. 

Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen tothe surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of thewell. 

"Shoot him! shoot him! Put him out of hish mishery, " cried the Jew. 

"What's the use of wasting a shot?" rejoined Jonathan, savagely. "Hecan't get out. "

After making several ineffectual attempts to keep himself above water, Sir Rowland sunk, and his groans, which had become gradually fainter andfainter, were heard no more. 

"All's over, " muttered Jonathan. 

"Shall ve go back to de other room?" asked the Jew. "I shall breathemore freely dere. Oh! Christ! de door's shut! It musht have schwung toduring de schuffle!"

"Shut!" exclaimed Wild. "Then we're imprisoned. The spring can't beopened on this side. "

"Dere's de other door!" cried Mendez, in alarm. 

"It only leads to the fencing crib, " replied Wild. "There's no outletthat way. "

"Can't ve call for asshistanche?"

"And who'll find us, if we do?" rejoined Wild, fiercely. "But they_will_ find the evidences of slaughter in the other room, --the tableupset, --the bloody cloth, --the dead man's sword, --the money, --and mymemorandum, which I forgot to remove. Hell's curses! that after all myprecautions I should be thus entrapped. It's all your fault, you shakingcoward! and, but that I feel sure you'll swing for your carelessness, I'd throw you into the well, too. "

CHAPTER XIII. 

The Supper at Mr. Kneebone's. 

Persuaded that Jack Sheppard would keep his appointment with Mr. Kneebone, and feeling certain of capturing him if he did so, Shotbolt, on quitting Newgate, hurried to the New Prison to prepare for theenterprise. After debating with himself for some time whether he shouldemploy an assistant, or make the attempt alone, his love of gainovercame his fears, and he decided upon the latter plan. Accordingly, having armed himself with various weapons, including a stout oaken staffthen ordinarily borne by the watch, and put a coil of rope and a gag inhis pocket, to be ready in case of need, he set out, about ten o'clock, on the expedition. 

Before proceeding to Wych Street, he called at the Lodge to see howmatters were going on, and found Mrs. Spurling and Austin at theirevening meal, with Caliban in attendance. 

"Well, Mr. Shotbolt, " cried the turnkey, "I've good news for you. Mr. Wild has doubled his offer, and the governor has likewise proclaimed areward of one hundred guineas for Jack's apprehension. "

"You don't say so!" exclaimed Shotbolt. 

"Read that, " rejoined Austin, pointing to the placard. "I ought to tellyou that Mr. Wild's reward is conditional upon Jack's being taken beforeto-morrow morning. So I fear there's little chance of any one gettingit. "

"You think so, eh?" chuckled Shotbolt, who was eagerly perusing thereward, and congratulating himself upon his caution; "you think so--ha!ha! Well, don't go to bed, that's all. "

"What for?" demanded the turnkey. 

"Because the prisoner's arrival might disturb you--ha! ha!"

"I'll lay you twenty guineas you don't take him to-night, " rejoinedAustin. 

"Done!" cried Shotbolt. "Mrs. Spurling, you're a witness to the bet. Twenty guineas, mind. I shan't let you off a farthing. Egad! I shallmake a good thing of it. "

"Never count your chickens till they're hatched, " observed Mrs. Spurling, drily. 

"_My_ chickens are hatched, or, at least, nearly so, " replied Shotbolt, with increased merriment. "Get ready your heaviest irons, Austin. I'llsend you word when I catch him. "

"You'd better send _him_, " jeered the turnkey. 

"So I will, " rejoined Shotbolt; "so I will. If I don't, you shall clapme in the Condemned Hold in his stead. Good-bye, for the pressent--ha!ha!" And, laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted theLodge. 

"I'll lay my life he's gone on a fox-and-goose-chase to Mr. Kneebone's, "remarked Austin, rising to fasten the door. 

"I shouldn't wonder, " replied Mrs. Spurling, as if struck by a suddenidea. And, while the turnkey was busy with the keys, she whispered tothe black, "Follow him, Caliban. Take care he don't see you, --and bringme word where he goes, and what he does. "

"Iss, missis, " grinned the black. 

"Be so good as to let Caliban out, Mr. Austin, " continued the tapstress;"he's only going on an errand. "

Austin readily complied with her request. As he returned to the table, he put his finger to his nose; and, though he said nothing, he thoughthe had a much better chance of winning his wager. 

Unconscious that his movements were watched, Shotbolt, meanwhile, hastened towards Wych Street. On the way, he hired a chair with a coupleof stout porters, and ordered them to follow him. Arrived within a shortdistance of his destination, he came to a halt, and pointing out a darkcourt nearly opposite the woollen-draper's abode, told the chairmen towait there till they were summoned. 

"I'm a peace-officer, " he added, "about to arrest a notorious criminal. He'll be brought out at this door, and may probably make someresistance. But you must get him into the chair as fast as you can, andhurry off to Newgate. "

"And what'll we get for the job, yer hon'r?" asked the foremostchairman, who, like most of his tribe at the time, was an Irishman. 

"Five guineas. Here's a couple in hand. "

"Faix, then we'll do it in style, " cried the fellow. "Once in thischair, yer hon'r, and I'll warrant he'll not get out so aisily as JackSheppard did from the New Pris'n. "

"Hold your tongue, sirrah, " rejoined Shotbolt, not over-pleased by theremark, "and mind what I tell you. Ah! what's that?" he exclaimed, assome one brushed hastily past him. "If I hadn't just left him, I couldhave sworn it was Mrs. Spurling's sooty imp, Caliban. "

Having seen the chairmen concealed in the entry, Shotbolt proceeded toMr. Kneebone's habitation, the shutters of which were closed, andknocked at the door. The summons was instantly answered by a shop-boy. 

"Is your master at home?" inquired the jailer. 

"He is, " replied a portly personage, arrayed in a gorgeous yellowbrocade dressing-gown, lined with cherry-coloured satin, and having acrimson velvet cap, surmounted by a gold tassel, on his head. "My nameis Kneebone, " added the portly personage, stepping forward. "What do youwant with me?"

"A word in private, " replied the other. 

"Stand aside, Tom, " commanded Kneebone. "Now Sir, " he added, glancingsuspiciously at the applicant "your business?"

"My business is to acquaint you that Jack Sheppard has escaped, Mr. Kneebone, " returned Shotbolt. 

"The deuce he has! Why, it's only a few hours since I beheld him chaineddown with half a hundred weight of iron, in the strongest ward atNewgate. It's almost incredible. Are you sure you're not misinformed, Sir?"

"I was in the Lodge at the time, " replied the jailer. 

"Then, of course, you must know. Well, it's scarcely credible. When Igave him an invitation to supper, I little thought he'd accept it. But, egad! I believe he _will_. "

"I'm convinced of it, " replied Shotbolt; "and it was on that veryaccount I came here. " And he proceeded to unfold his scheme to thewoollen-draper. 

"Well, Sir, " said Kneebone, when the other concluded, "I shall certainlynot oppose his capture, but, at the same time, I'll lend you noassistance. If he keeps _his_ word, I'll keep _mine_. You must wait tillsupper's over. "

"As you please, Sir, --provided you don't let him off. "

"That I'll engage not to do. I've another reason for supposing he'll payme a visit. I refused to sign a petition in his behalf to the Recorder;not from any ill-will to him, but because it was prepared by a personwhom I particularly dislike--Captain Darrell. "

"A very sufficient reason, " answered the jailer. 

"Tom, " continued Kneebone, calling to the shop-boy, "don't go home. Imay want you. Light the lantern. And, if you hear any odd noise in theparlour, don't mind it. "

"Not in the least, Sir, " replied Tom, in a drowsy tone, and with a lookseeming to imply that he was too much accustomed to odd noises at nightto heed them. 

"Now, step this way, Mr. What's-your-name?"

"Shotbolt, Sir, " replied the jailer. 

"Very well, Mr. Slipshod; follow me. " And he led the way to an innerroom, in the middle of which stood a table, covered with a large whitecloth. 

"Jack Sheppard knows this house, I believe, Sir, " observed Shotbolt. 

"Every inch of it, " replied the woollen-draper. "He _ought_ to do, seeing that he served his apprenticeship in it to Mr. Wood, by whom itwas formerly occupied. His name is carved upon a beam up stairs. "

"Indeed!" said Shotbolt. "Where can I hide myself?" he added, glancinground the room in search of a closet. 

"Under the table. The cloth nearly touches the floor. Give me yourstaff. It'll be in your way. "

"Suppose he brings Blueskin, or some other ruffian with him, " hesitatedthe jailer. 

"Suppose he does. In that case I'll help you. We shall be equallymatched. You're not afraid, Mr. Shoplatch. "

"Not in the least, " replied Shotbolt, creeping beneath the table;"there's my staff. Am I quite hidden?"

"Not quite;--keep your feet in. Mind you don't stir till supper's over. I'll stamp twice when we've done. "

"I forgot to mention there's a trifling reward for his capture, " criedShotbolt, popping his head from under the cloth. "If we take him, Idon't mind giving you a share--say a fourth--provided you lend a helpinghand. "

"Curse your reward!" exclaimed Kneebone, angrily. "Do you take me for athief-catcher, like Jonathan Wild, that you dare to affront me by such aproposal?"

"No offence, Sir, " rejoined the jailer, humbly. "I didn't imagine for amoment that you'd accept it, but I thought it right to make you theoffer. "

"Be silent, and conceal yourself. I'm about to ring for supper. "

The woollen-draper's application to the bell was answered by a verypretty young woman, with dark Jewish features, roguish black eyes, sleekglossy hair, a trim waist, and a remarkably neat figure: the very model, in short, of a bachelor's housekeeper. 

"Rachel, " said Mr. Kneebone, addressing his comely attendant; "put a fewmore plates on the table, and bring up whatever there is in the larder. I expect company. "

"Company!" echoed Rachel; "at this time of night?"

"Company, child, " repeated Kneebone. "I shall want a bottle or two ofsack, and a flask of usquebaugh. "

"Anything else, Sir?"

"No:--stay! you'd better not bring up any silver forks or spoons. "

"Why, surely you don't think your guests would steal them, " observedRachel, archly. 

"They shan't have the opportunity, " replied Kneebone. And, by way ofchecking his housekeeper's familiarity, he pointed significantly to thetable. 

"Who's there?" cried Rachel. "I'll see. " And before she could beprevented, she lifted up the cloth, and disclosed Shotbolt. "Oh, Gemini!" she exclaimed. "A man!"

"At your service, my dear, " replied the jailer. 

"Now your curiosity's satisfied, child, " continued Kneebone, "perhaps, you'll attend to my orders. "

Not a little perplexed by the mysterious object she had seen, Rachelleft the room, and, shortly afterwards returned with the materials of atolerably good supper;--to wit, a couple of cold fowls, a tongue, thebest part of a sirloin of beef, a jar of pickles, and two small dishesof pastry. To these she added the wine and spirits directed, and whenall was arranged looked inquisitively at her master. 

"I expect a very extraordinary person to supper, Rachel, " he remarked. 

"The gentleman under the table, " she answered. "He _does_ seem a veryextraordinary person. "

"No; another still more extraordinary. "

"Indeed!--who is it?"

"Jack Sheppard. "

"What! the famous housebreaker. I thought he was in Newgate. "

"He's let out for a few hours, " laughed Kneebone; "but he's going backagain after supper. "

"Oh, dear! how I should like to see him. I'm told he's so handsome. "

"I'm sorry I can't indulge you, " replied her master, a little piqued. "Ishall want nothing more. You had better go to bed. "

"It's no use going to bed, " answered Rachel. "I shan't sleep a winkwhile Jack Sheppard's in the house. "

"Keep in your own room, at all events, " rejoined Kneebone. 

"Very well, " said Rachel, with a toss of her pretty head, "very well. I'll have a peep at him, if I die for it, " she muttered, as she wentout. 

Mr. Kneebone, then, sat down to await the arrival of his expected guest. Half an hour passed, but Jack did not make his appearance. Thewoollen-draper looked at his watch. It was eleven o'clock. Another longinterval elapsed. The watch was again consulted. It was now a quarterpast twelve. Mr. Kneebone, who began to feel sleepy, wound it up, andsnuffed the candles. 

"I suspect our friend has thought better of it, and won't come, " heremarked. 

"Have a little patience, Sir, " rejoined the jailer. 

"How are you off there, Shoplatch?" inquired Kneebone. "Rather cramped, eh?"

"Rather so, Sir, " replied the other, altering his position. "I shall beable to stretch my limbs presently--ha! ha!"

"Hush!" cried Kneebone, "I hear a noise without. He's coming. "

The caution was scarcely uttered, when the door opened, and JackSheppard presented himself. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, whichhe threw off on his entrance into the room. It has been alreadyintimated that Jack had an excessive passion for finery; and it mighthave been added, that the chief part of his ill-gotten gains was devotedto the embellishment of his person. On the present occasion, he appearedto have bestowed more than ordinary attention on his toilette. Hisapparel was sumptuous in the extreme, and such as was only worn bypersons of the highest distinction. It consisted of a full-dress coat ofbrown flowered velvet, laced with silver; a waistcoat of white satin, likewise richly embroidered; shoes with red heels, and large diamondbuckles; pearl-coloured silk stockings with gold clocks; a muslincravat, or steen-kirk, as it was termed, edged with the fine point lace;ruffles of the same material, and so ample as almost to hide the tips ofhis fingers; and a silver-hilted sword. This costume, though somewhatextravagant, displayed his slight, but perfectly-proportioned figure tothe greatest advantage. The only departure which he made from thefashion of the period, was in respect to the peruke--an article he couldnever be induced to wear. In lieu of it, he still adhered to the sleekblack crop, which, throughout life, formed a distinguishing feature inhis appearance. Ever since the discovery of his relationship to theTrenchard family, a marked change had taken place in Jack's demeanourand looks, which were so much refined and improved that he couldscarcely be recognised as the same person. Having only seen him in thegloom of a dungeon, and loaded with fetters, Kneebone had not noticedthis alteration: but he was now greatly struck by it. Advancing towardshim, he made him a formal salutation, which was coldly returned. 

"I am expected, I find, " observed Jack, glancing at the well-coveredboard. 

"You are, " replied Kneebone. "When I heard of your escape, I felt sure Ishould see you. "

"You judged rightly, " rejoined Jack; "I never yet broke an engagementwith friend or foe--and never will. "

"A bold resolution, " said the woollen-draper. "You must have made someexertion to keep your present appointment. Few men could have done asmuch. "

"Perhaps not, " replied Jack, carelessly. "I would have done more, ifnecessary. "

"Well, take a chair, " rejoined Kneebone. "I've waited supper, youperceive. "

"First, let me introduce my friends, " returned Jack, stepping to thedoor. 

"Friends!" echoed Kneebone, with a look of dismay. "My invitation didnot extend to them. "

Further remonstrance, however, was cut short by the sudden entrance ofMrs. Maggot and Edgeworth Bess. Behind them stalked Blueskin, envelopedin a rough great-coat, called--appropriately enough in this instance, --awrap-rascal. Folding his arms, he placed his back against the door, andburst into a loud laugh. The ladies were, as usual, very gaily dressed;and as usual, also, had resorted to art to heighten their attractions--

 From patches, justly placed, they borrow'd graces, And with vermilion lacquer'd o'er their faces. 

Edgeworth Bess wore a scarlet tabby negligée, --a sort of undress, orsack, then much in vogue, --which suited her to admiration, and upon herhead had what was called a fly-cap, with richly-laced lappets. Mrs. Maggot was equipped in a light blue riding-habit, trimmed with silver, ahunting-cap and a flaxen peruke, and, instead of a whip, carried a stoutcudgel. 

For a moment, Kneebone had hesitated about giving the signal toShotbolt, but, thinking a more favourable opportunity might occur, hedetermined not to hazard matters by undue precipitation. Placing chairs, therefore, he invited the ladies to be seated, and, paying a similarattention to Jack, began to help to the various dishes, and otherwisefulfil the duties of a host. While this was going on, Blueskin, seeingno notice whatever taken of him, coughed loudly and repeatedly. Butfinding his hints totally disregarded, he, at length, swaggered up tothe table, and thrust in a chair. 

"Excuse me, " he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring itto his plate. "This tongue looks remarkably nice, " he added, slicing offan immense wedge, "excuse me--ho! ho!"

"You make yourself at home, I perceive, " observed Kneebone, with a lookof ineffable disgust. 

"I generally do, " replied Blueskin, pouring out a bumper of sack. "Yourhealth, Kneebone. "

"Allow me to offer you a glass of usquebaugh, my dear, " said Kneebone, turning from him, and regarding Edgeworth Bess with a stare soimpertinent, that even that not over-delicate young lady summoned up ablush. 

"With pleasure, Sir, " replied Edgeworth Bess. "Dear me!" she added, asshe pledged the amorous woollen-draper, "what a beautiful ring that is. "

"Do you think so?" replied Kneebone, taking it off, and placing it onher finger, which he took the opportunity of kissing at the same time;"wear it for my sake. "

"Oh, dear!" simpered Edgeworth Bess, endeavouring to hide her confusionby looking steadfastly at her plate. 

"You don't eat, " continued Kneebone, addressing Jack, who had remainedfor some time thoughtful, and pre-occupied with his head upon his hand. 

"The Captain has seldom much appetite, " replied Blueskin, who, havingdisposed of the fowl, was commencing a vigorous attack upon the sirloin. "I eat for both. "

"So it seems, " observed the woollen-draper, "and for every one else, too. "

"I say, Kneebone, " rejoined Blueskin, as he washed down an immensemouthful with another bumper, "do you recollect how nearly Mr. Wild andI were nabbing you in this very room, some nine years ago?"

"I do, " replied Kneebone; "and now, " he added, aside, "the case isaltered. I'm nearly nabbing _you_. "

"A good deal has occurred since then, eh, Captain!" said Blueskin, nudging Jack. 

"Much that I would willingly forget. Nothing that I desire to remember, "replied Sheppard, sternly. "On that night, --in this room, --in yourpresence, Blueskin, --in yours Mr. Kneebone, Mrs. Wood struck me a blowwhich made me a robber. "

"She has paid dearly for it, " muttered Blueskin. 

"She has, " rejoined Sheppard. "But I wish her hand had been as deadly asyours. On that night, --that fatal night, --Winifred crushed all the hopesthat were rising in my heart. On that night, I surrendered myself toJonathan Wild, and became--what I am. "

"On that night, you first met me, love, " said Edgeworth Bess, endeavouring to take his hand, which he coldly withdrew. 

"And me, " added Mrs. Maggot tenderly. 

"Would I had never seen either of you!" cried Jack, rising and pacingthe apartment with a hurried step. 

"Well, I'm sure Winifred could never have loved you as well as I do, "said Mrs. Maggot. 

"_You_!" cried Jack, scornfully. "Do you compare _your_ love--a lovewhich all may purchase--with _hers_? No one has ever loved me. "

"Except me, dear, " insinuated Edgeworth Bess. "I've been always true toyou. "

"Peace!" retorted Jack, with increased bitterness. "I'm your dupe nolonger. "

"What the devil's in the wind now, Captain?" cried Blueskin, inastonishment. 

"I'll tell you, " replied Jack, with forced calmness. "Within the lastfew minutes, all my guilty life has passed before me. Nine years ago, Iwas honest--was happy. Nine years ago, I worked in this very house--hada kind indulgent master, whom I robbed--twice robbed, at yourinstigation, villain; a mistress, whom you have murdered; a companion, whose friendship I have for ever forfeited; a mother, whose heart I havewell-nigh broken. In this room was my ruin begun: in this room it shouldbe ended. "

"Come, come, don't take on thus, Captain, " cried Blueskin, rising andwalking towards him. "If any one's to blame, it's me. I'm ready to bearit all. "

"Can you make me honest?" cried Jack. "Can you make me other than acondemned felon? Can you make me not Jack Sheppard?"

"No, " replied Blueskin; "and I wouldn't if I could. "

"Curse you!" cried Jack, furiously, --"curse you!--curse you!"

"Swear away, Captain, " rejoined Blueskin, coolly. "It'll ease yourmind. "

"Do you mock me?" cried Jack, levelling a pistol at him. 

"Not I, " replied Blueskin. "Take my life, if you're so disposed. You'rewelcome to it. And let's see if either of these women, who prate oftheir love for you, will do as much. "

"This is folly, " cried Jack, controlling himself by a powerful effort. 

"The worst of folly, " replied Blueskin, returning to the table, andtaking up a glass; "and, to put an end to it, I shall drink the healthof Jack Sheppard, the housebreaker, and success to him in all hisenterprises. And now, let's see who'll refuse the pledge. "

"_I_ will, " replied Sheppard, dashing the glass from his hand. "Sitdown, fool!"

"Jack, " said Kneebone, who had been considerably interested by theforegoing scene, "are these regrets for your past life sincere?"

"Suppose them so, " rejoined Jack, "what then?"

"Nothing--nothing, " stammered Kneebone, his prudence getting the betterof his sympathy. "I'm glad to hear it, that's all, " he added, taking outhis snuff-box, his never-failing resource in such emergencies. "It won'tdo to betray the officer, " he muttered. 

"O lud! what an exquisite box!" cried Edgeworth Bess. "Is it gold?"

"Pure gold, " replied Kneebone. "It was given me by poor dear Mrs. Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore. "

"Pray, let me have a pinch!" said Edgeworth Bess, with a captivatingglance. "I am so excessively fond of snuff. "

The woollen-draper replied by gallantly handing her the box, which wasinstantly snatched from her by Blueskin, who, after helping himself toas much of its contents as he could conveniently squeeze between histhumb and finger, put it very coolly in his pocket. 

The action did not pass unnoticed by Sheppard. 

"Restore it, " he cried, in an authoritative voice. 

"O'ons! Captain, " cried Blueskin, as he grumblingly obeyed the command;"if you've left off business yourself, you needn't interfere with otherpeople. "

"I should like a little of that plum-tart, " said Mrs. Maggot; "but Idon't see a spoon. "

"I'll ring for one, " replied Kneebone, rising accordingly; "but I fearmy servants are gone to bed. "

Blueskin, meanwhile, having drained and replenished his glass, commencedchaunting a snatch of a ballad:--

 Once on a time, as I've heard tell. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. _With his foodle doo_!

 This carpenter he had a wife, The plague and torment of his life, Who, though she did her husband scold, Loved well a woollen-draper bold. _With her foodle doo_!

"I've a toast to propose, " cried Sheppard, filling a bumper. "You won'trefuse it, Mr. Kneebone?"

"He'd better not, " muttered Blueskin. 

"What is it?" demanded the woollen-draper, as he returned to the table, and took up a glass. 

"The speedy union of Thames Darrell with Winifred Wood, " replied Jack. 

Kneebone's cheeks glowed with rage, and he set down the wine untasted, while Blueskin resumed his song. 

 Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. _With his foodle doo_!

"Peace!" cried Jack. 

But Blueskin was not to be silenced. He continued his ditty, in spite ofthe angry glances of his leader. 

 In vain he fondly urged his suit, And, all in vain, the question put; She answered, --"Mr. William Kneebone, Of me, Sir, you shall never be bone. " _With your foodle doo_!

 "Thames Darrell has my heart alone, A noble youth, e'en _you_ must own; And, if from him my love could stir, Jack Sheppard I should much prefer!" _With his foodle doo_!

"Do you refuse my toast?" cried Jack, impatiently. 

"I do, " replied Kneebone. 

"Drink this, then, " roared Blueskin. And pouring the contents of a smallpowder-flask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture. 

At this juncture, the door was opened by Rachel. 

"What did you ring for, Sir?" she asked, eyeing the group withastonishment. 

"Your master wants a few table-spoons, child, " said Mrs. Maggot. 

"Leave the room, " interposed Kneebone, angrily. 

"No, I shan't, " replied Rachel, saucily. "I came to see Jack Sheppard, and I won't go till you point him out to me. You told me he was goingback to Newgate after supper, so I mayn't have another opportunity. "

"Oh! he told you that, did he?" said Blueskin, marching up to her, andchucking her under the chin. "I'll show you Captain Sheppard, my dear. There he stands. I'm his lieutenant, --Lieutenant Blueskin. We're twogood-looking fellows, ain't we?"

"Very good-looking, " replied Rachel. "But, where's the strange gentlemanI saw under the table?"

"Under the table!" echoed Blueskin, winking at Jack. "When did you seehim, my love?"

"A short time ago, " replied the housekeeper, unsuspiciously. 

"The plot's out!" cried Jack. And, without another word, he seized thetable with both hands, and upset it; scattering plates, dishes, bottles, jugs, and glasses far and wide. The crash was tremendous. The lightsrolled over, and were extinguished. And, if Rachel had not carried acandle, the room would have been plunged in total darkness. Amid theconfusion, Shotbolt sprang to his feet, and levelling a pistol at Jack'shead, commanded him to surrender; but, before any reply could be made, the jailer's arm was struck up by Blueskin, who, throwing himself uponhim, dragged him to the ground. In the struggle the pistol went off, butwithout damage to either party. The conflict was of short duration; forShotbolt was no match for his athletic antagonist. He was speedilydisarmed; and the rope and gag being found upon him, were exultinglyturned against him by his conqueror, who, after pinioning his armstightly behind his back, forced open his mouth with the iron, andeffectually prevented the utterance of any further outcries. While thestrife was raging, Edgeworth Bess walked up to Rachel, and advised her, if she valued her life, not to scream or stir from the spot; a cautionwhich the housekeeper, whose curiosity far outweighed her fears, received in very good part. 

In the interim, Jack advanced to the woollen-draper, and regarding himsternly, thus addressed him:

"You have violated the laws of hospitality, Mr. Kneebone, I came hitheras your guest. You have betrayed me. "

"What faith is to be kept with a felon?" replied the woollen-draper, disdainfully. 

"He who breaks faith with his benefactor may well justify himself thus, "answered Jack. "I have not trusted you. Others who have done, have foundyou false. "

"I don't understand you, " replied Kneebone, in some confusion. 

"You soon shall, " rejoined Sheppard. "Where are the packets committed toyour charge by Sir Rowland Trenchard?"

"The packets!" exclaimed Kneebone, in alarm. 

"It is useless to deny it, " replied Jack. "You were watched to-night byBlueskin. You met Sir Rowland at the house of a Romisch priest, FatherSpencer. Two packets were committed to your charge, which you undertookto deliver, --one to another priest, Sir Rowland's chaplain, atManchester, the other to Mr. Wood. Produce them!"

"Never!" replied Kneebone. 

"Then, by Heaven! you are a dead man!" replied Jack, cocking a pistol, and pointing it deliberately at his head. "I give you one minute forreflection. After that time nothing shall save you. "

There was a brief, breathless pause. Even Blueskin looked on withanxiety. 

"It is past, " said Jack, placing his finger on the trigger. 

"Hold!" cried Kneebone, flinging down the packets; "they are nothing tome. "

"But they are everything to me, " cried Jack, stooping to pick them up. "These packets will establish Thames Darrell's birth, win him hisinheritance, and procure him the hand of Winifred Wood. "

"Don't be too sure of that, " rejoined Kneebone, snatching up the staff, and aiming a blow at his head, which was fortunately warded off by Mrs. Maggot, who promptly interposed her cudgel. 

"Defend yourself!" cried Jack, drawing his sword. 

"Leave his punishment to me, Jack, " said Mrs. Maggot. "I've theBridewell account to settle. "

"Be it so, " replied Jack, putting up his blade. "I've a good deal to do. Show him no quarter, Poll. He deserves none. "

"And shall find none, " replied the Amazon. "Now, Mr. Kneebone, " sheadded, drawing up her magnificent figure to its full height, and makingthe heavy cudgel whistle through the air, "look to yourself. "

"Stand off, Poll, " rejoined the woollen-draper; "I don't want to hurtyou. It shall never be said that I raised my arm willingly against awoman. "

"I'll forgive you all the harm you do me, " rejoined the Amazon. "What!you still hesitate! Will that rouse you, coward?" And she gave him asmart rap on the head. 

"Coward!" cried Kneebone. "Neither man nor woman shall apply that termto me. If you forget your sex, jade, I must forget mine. "

With this, he attacked her vigorously in his turn. 

It was a curious sight to see how this extraordinary woman, who, it hasbeen said, was not less remarkable for the extreme delicacy of herfeatures, and the faultless symmetry of her figure, than for herwonderful strength and agility, conducted herself in the presentencounter; with what dexterity she parried every blow aimed against herby her adversary, whose head and face, already marked by various ruddystreams, showed how successfully her own hits had been made;--how shedrew him hither and thither, now leading him on, now driving himsuddenly back; harassing and exhausting him in every possible way, andmaking it apparent that she could at any moment put an end to the fight, and only delayed the finishing stroke to make his punishment the moresevere. 

Jack, meanwhile, with Blueskin's assistance, had set the table once moreupon its legs, and placing writing materials, which he took from ashelf, upon it, made Shotbolt, who was still gagged, but whose arms werefor the moment unbound, sit down before them. 

"Write as I dictate, " he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and apistol to his ear. 

Shotbolt nodded in token of acquiescence, and emitted an odd gutturalsound. 

"Write as follows, " continued Jack. "'I have succeeded in capturing JackSheppard. The reward is mine. Get all ready for his reception. In a fewminutes after the delivery of this note he will be in Newgate. ' Signit, " he added, as, after some further threats, the letter was inditedaccording to his dictation, "and direct it to Mr. Austin. That's well. And, now, to find a messenger. "

"Mr. Kneebone's man is in the shop, " said Rachel; "he'll take it. "

"Can I trust him?" mused Jack. "Yes; he'll suspect nothing. Give himthis letter, child, and bid him take it to the Lodge at Newgate withoutloss of time. Blueskin will go with you, --for fear of a mistake. "

"You might trust me, " said Rachel, in an offended tone; "but nevermind. "

And she left the room with Blueskin, who very politely offered her hisarm. 

Meanwhile, the combat between Kneebone and Mrs. Maggot had been broughtto a termination. When the woollen-draper was nearly worn out, theAmazon watched her opportunity, and hitting him on the arm, disabled it. 

"That's for Mrs. Wood, " she cried, as the staff fell from his grasp. 

"I'm at your mercy, Poll, " rejoined Kneebone, abjectly. 

"That's for Winifred, " vociferated the Amazon, bringing the cudgelheavily upon his shoulder. 

"Damnation!" cried Kneebone. 

"That's for myself, " rejoined Mrs. Maggot, dealing him a blow, whichstretched him senseless on the floor. 

"Bravo, Poll!" cried Jack, who having again pinioned Shotbolt, was nowtracing a few hasty lines on a sheet of paper. "You've given him abroken head, I perceive. "

"He'll scarcely need a plaister, " replied Mrs. Maggot, laughing. "Here, Bess, give me the cord, and I'll tie him to this chest of drawers. Idon't think he'll come to himself too soon. But it's best to be on thesafe side. "

"Decidedly so, " replied Edgeworth Bess; "and I'll take this opportunity, while Jack's back is turned, --for he's grown so strangelyparticular, --of easing him of his snuff-box. Perhaps, " she added, in awhisper, as she appropriated the before-named article, "he has apocket-book. "

"Hush!" replied Mrs. Maggot; "Jack will hear you. We'll come back forthat by and by, and the dressing-gown. "

At this moment, Rachel and Blueskin returned. Their momentary absenceseemed to have worked wonders; for now the most perfect understandingappeared to subsist between them. 

"Have you sent off the note?" inquired Jack. 

"We have, Captain, " replied Blueskin. "I say _we_, because Miss Racheland I have struck up a match. Shall I bring off anything?" he added, looking eagerly round. 

"No, " replied Jack, peremptorily. 

Having now sealed his letter, Sheppard took a handkerchief, and tying itover Shotbolt's face, so as completely to conceal the features, clappedhis hat upon his head, and pushed it over his brows. He, next, seizedthe unlucky jailer, and forced him along, while Blueskin expedited hismovements by administering a few kicks behind. 

When they got to the door, Jack opened it, and, mimicking the voice ofthe jailer, shouted, "Now, my lads, all's ready?"

"Here we are, " cried the chairmen, hurrying out of the court with theirswinging vehicle, "where is he?"

"Here, " replied Sheppard, dragging out Shotbolt by the collar, whileBlueskin pushed him behind, and Mrs. Maggot held up a lantern, which shefound in the shop. "In with him!"

"Ay--ay, yer hon'r, " cried the foremost chairman, lending a helpinghand. "Get in wid ye, ye villin!"

And, despite his resistance, Shotbolt was thrust into the chair, whichwas instantly fastened upon him. 

"There, he's as safe as Jack Sheppard in the Condemned Hould, " laughedthe man. 

"Off with you to Newgate!" cried Jack, "and don't let him out till youget inside the Lodge. There's a letter for the head turnkey, Mr. Irreton. D'ye hear. "

"Yes, yer hon'r, " replied the chairman, taking the note. 

"What are you waiting for?" asked Jack, impatiently. 

"The gen'l'man as hired us, " replied the chairman. 

"Oh! he'll be after you directly. He's settling an account in the house. Lose no time. The letter will explain all. "

The chair was then rapidly put in motion, and speedily disappeared. 

"What's to be done next?" cried Blueskin, returning to Rachel, who wasstanding with Edgeworth Bess near the door. 

"I shall go back and finish my supper, " said Mrs. Maggot. 

"And so shall I, " replied Edgeworth Bess. 

"Stop a minute, " cried Jack, detaining his mistresses. "Here wepart, --perhaps for ever. I've already told you I'm about to take a longjourney, and it's more than probable I shall never return. "

"Don't say so, " cried Mrs. Maggot. "I should be perfectly miserable if_I_ thought you in earnest. "

"The very idea is dreadful, " whimpered Edgeworth Bess. 

"Farewell!" cried Jack, embracing them. "Take this key to BaptistKettleby. On seeing it, he'll deliver you a box, which it will unlock, and in which you'll find a matter of fifty guineas and a few trinkets. Divide the money between you, and wear the ornaments for my sake. But, if you've a spark of love for me, don't meddle with anything in thathouse. "

"Not for worlds!" exclaimed both ladies together. 

"Farewell!" cried Jack, breaking from them, and rushing down the street. 

"What shall we do, Poll?" hesitated Edgeworth Bess. 

"Go in, to be sure, simpleton, " replied Mrs. Maggot, "and bring off allwe can. I know where everything valuable is kept. Since Jack has leftus, what does it matter whether he's pleased or not?"

At this moment, a whistle was heard. 

"Coming!" cried Blueskin, who was still lingering with Rachel. "TheCaptain's in such a desperate hurry, that there's no time forlove-making. Adieu! my charmer. You'll find those young ladies extremelyagreeable acquaintances. Adieu!"

And, snatching a hasty kiss, he darted after Jack. 

The chair, meanwhile, with its unhappy load, was transported at a briskpace to Newgate. Arrived there, the porter thundered at the massive doorof the Lodge, which was instantly opened--Shotbolt's note having beenreceived just before. All the turnkeys were assembled. Ireton andLangley had returned from a second unsuccessful search; Marvel had comethither to bid good-night to Mrs. Spurling; Austin had never quitted hispost. The tapstress was full of curiosity; but she appeared more easythan the others. Behind her stood Caliban, chuckling to himself, andgrinning from ear to ear. 

"Well, who'd have thought of Shotbolt beating us all in this way!" saidIreton. "I'm sorry for old Newgate that another jail should have it. It's infernally provoking. "

"Infernally provoking!" echoed Langley. 

"Nobody has so much cause for complaint as me, " growled Austin. "I'velost my wager. "

"Twenty pounds, " rejoined Mrs. Spurling. "I witnessed the bet. "

"Here he is!" cried Ireton, as the knocking was heard without. "Getready the irons, Caliban. "

"Wait a bit, massa, " replied the grinning negro, --"lilly bit--see allright fust. "

By this time, the chair had been brought into the Lodge. 

"You've got him?" demanded Ireton. 

"Safe inside, " replied the chairman, wiping the heat from his brow;"we've run all the way. "

"Where's Mr. Shotbolt?" asked Austin. 

"The gen'l'man'll be here directly. He was detained. T' other gen'l'mansaid the letter 'ud explain all. "

"Detained!" echoed Marvel. "That's odd. But, let's see the prisoner. "

The chair was then opened. 

"Shotbolt! by--" cried Austin, as the captive was dragged forth. "I'vewon, after all. "

Exclamations of wonder burst from all. Mrs. Spurling bit her lips toconceal her mirth. Caliban absolutely crowed with delight. 

"Hear the letter, " said Ireton, breaking the seal. "'_This is the way inwhich I will serve all who attempt to apprehend me_. ' It is signed JACKSHEPPARD. "

"And, so Jack Sheppard has sent back Shotbolt in this pickle, " saidLangley. 

"So it appears, " replied Marvel. "Untie his arms, and take off thathandkerchief. The poor fellow's half smothered. "

"I guess what share you've had in this, " whispered Austin to Mrs. Spurling. 

"Never mind, " replied the tapstress. "You've won your wager. "

Half an hour after this occurrence, when it had been sufficientlylaughed at and discussed; when the wager had been settled, and thechairman dismissed with the remaining three guineas, which Shotbolt wascompelled to pay; Ireton arose, and signified his intention of steppingacross the street to inform Mr. Wild of the circumstance. 

"As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed, " he observed;"I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in. Mr. Wild is sure to be up. He never retires to rest till daybreak--if at all. Come with me, Langley, and bring the lantern. "

CHAPTER XIV. 

How Jack Sheppard was again captured. 

Jack Sheppard, after whistling to Blueskin, hurried down a shortthoroughfare leading from Wych Street to the back of Saint Clement'sChurch, where he found Thames Darrell, who advanced to meet him. 

"I was just going, " said Thames. "When I parted from you at Mr. Kneebone's door, you begged me to await your return here, assuring meyou would not detain me five minutes. Instead of which, more than halfan hour has elapsed. "

"You won't complain of the delay when I tell you what I've done, "answered Jack. "I've obtained two packets, containing letters from SirRowland Trenchard, which I've no doubt will establish your title to theestates. Take them, and may they prove as serviceable to you as Idesire. "

"Jack, " replied Thames, greatly moved, "I wish I could devise any meansof brightening your own dark prospects. "

"That's impossible, " replied Jack. "I am utterly lost. "

"Not utterly, " rejoined the other. 

"Utterly, " reiterated Jack, gloomily, --"as regards all I hold dear. Listen to me, Thames. I'm about to leave this country for ever. Havingascertained that a vessel sails for France from the river at daybreakto-morrow morning, I have secured a passage in her, and have already hadthe few effects I possess, conveyed on board. Blueskin goes with me. Thefaithful fellow will never leave me. "

"Never, while I've breath in my body, Captain, " rejoined Blueskin, whohad joined them. "England or France, London or Paris, it's all one tome, so I've you to command me. "

"Stand out of earshot, " rejoined his leader. "I'll call you when you'rewanted. "

And Blueskin withdrew. 

"I cannot but approve the course you are about to take, Jack, " saidThames, "though on some accounts I regret it. In after years you canreturn to your own country--to your friends. "

"Never, " replied Sheppard bitterly. "My friends need not fear my return. They shall hear of me no more. Under another name, --not my own hatefulone, --I will strive to distinguish myself in some foreign service, andwin myself a reputation, or perish honourably. But I will never--neverreturn. "

"I will not attempt to combat your resolution, Jack, " returned Thames, after a pause. "But I dread the effect your departure may have upon yourpoor mother. Her life hangs upon a thread, and this may snap it. "

"I wish you hadn't mentioned her, " said Jack, in a broken voice, whilehis whole frame shook with emotion. "What I do is for the best, and Ican only hope she may have strength to bear the separation. You must sayfarewell to her, for I cannot. I don't ask you to supply my place--forthat is, perhaps, impossible. But, be like a son to her. "

"Do not doubt me, " replied Thames, warmly pressing his hand. 

"And now, I've one further request, " faltered Jack; "though I scarcelyknow how to make it. It is to set me right with Winifred. Do not let herthink worse of me than I deserve, --or even so ill. Tell her, that morethan once, when about to commit some desperate offence, I have beenrestrained by her gentle image. If hopeless love for her made me arobber, it has also saved me many a crime. Will you tell her that?"

"I will, " replied Thames, earnestly. 

"Enough, " said Jack, recovering his composure. "And now, to your ownconcerns. Blueskin, who has been on the watch all night, has dogged SirRowland Trenchard to Jonathan Wild's house; and, from the mysteriousmanner in which he was admitted by the thief-taker's confidentialservant, Abraham Mendez, and not by the regular porter, there is littledoubt but they are alone, and probably making some arrangements prior toour uncle's departure from England. "

"Is he leaving England?" demanded Thames, in astonishment. 

"He sails to-morrow morning in the very vessel by which I start, "replied Jack. "Now, if as I suspect, --from the documents just placed inyour possession, --Sir Rowland meditates doing you justice after hisdeparture, it is possible his intentions may be frustrated by themachinations of Wild, whose interest is obviously to prevent such anoccurrence, unless we can surprise them together, and, by proving to SirRowland that we possess the power of compelling a restitution of yourrights, force the other treacherous villain into compliance. Jonathan, in all probability, knows nothing of these packets; and their productionmay serve to intimidate him. Will you venture?"

"It is a hazardous experiment, " said Thames, after a moment'sreflection; "but I will make it. You must not, however, accompany me, Jack. The risk I run is nothing to yours. "

"I care for no risk, provided I can serve you, " rejoined Sheppard. "Besides, you'll not be able to get in without me. It won't do to knockat the door, and Jonathan Wild's house is not quite so easy of entranceas Mr. Wood's. "

"I understand, " replied Thames; "be it as you will. "

"Then, we'll lose no more time, " returned Jack. "Come along, Blueskin. "

Starting at a rapid pace in the direction of the Old Bailey, andcrossing Fleet Bridge, "for oyster tubs renowned, " the trio skirted theright bank of the muddy stream until they reached Fleet Lane, up whichthey hurried. Turning off again on the left, down Seacoal Lane, theyarrived at the mouth of a dark, narrow alley, into which they plunged;and, at the farther extremity found a small yard, overlooked by theblank walls of a large gloomy habitation. A door in this house openedupon the yard. Jack tried it, and found it locked. 

"If I had my old tools with me, we'd soon master this obstacle, " hemuttered. "We shall be obliged to force it. "

"Try the cellar, Captain, " said Blueskin, stamping upon a large boardin the ground. "Here's the door. This is the way the old thief brings inall his heavy plunder, which he stows in out-of-the-way holes in hisinfernal dwelling. I've seen him often do it. "

While making these remarks, Blueskin contrived, by means of a chiselwhich he chanced to have about him, to lift up the board, and, introducing his fingers beneath it, with Jack's assistance speedilyopened it altogether, disclosing a dark hole, into which he leapt. 

"Follow me, Thames, " cried Jack, dropping into the chasm. 

They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. Itwas fastened inside. But, taking the chisel from Blueskin, Jack quicklyforced back the bolt. 

As they entered the room beyond, a fierce growl was heard. 

"Let me go first, " said Blueskin; "the dogs know me. Soho! boys. " And, walking up to the animals, which were chained to the wall, theyinstantly recognised him, and suffered the others to pass withoutbarking. 

Groping their way through one or two dark and mouldy-smelling vaults, the party ascended a flight of steps, which brought them to the hall. AsJack conjectured, no one was there, and, though a lamp was burning on astand, they decided upon proceeding without it. They then swiftlymounted the stairs, and stopped before the audience-chamber. Applyinghis ear to the keyhole, Jack listened, but could detect no sound. He, next cautiously tried the door, but found it fastened inside. 

"I fear we're too late, " he whispered to Thames. "But, we'll soon see. Give me the chisel, Blueskin. " And, dexterously applying the implement, he forced open the lock. 

They then entered the room, which was perfectly dark. 

"This is strange, " said Jack, under his breath. "Sir Rowland must begone. And, yet, I don't know. The key's in the lock, on the inner side. Be on your guard. "

"I am so, " replied Thames, who had followed him closely. 

"Shall I fetch the light, Captain?" whispered Blueskin. 

"Yes, " replied Jack. "I don't know how it is, " he added in a low voiceto Thames, as they were left alone, "but I've a strange foreboding ofill. My heart fails me. I almost wish we hadn't come. "

As he said this, he moved forward a few paces, when, finding his feetglued to the ground by some adhesive substance, he stooped to feel whatit was, but instantly withdrew his hand, with an exclamation of horror. 

"God in Heaven!" he cried, "the floor is covered with blood. Some foulmurder has been committed. The light!--the light!"

Astounded at his cries, Thames sprang towards him. At this moment, Blueskin appeared with the lamp, and revealed a horrible spectacle, --thefloor deluged with blood, --various articles of furniture upset, --papersscattered about, --the murdered man's cloak, trampled upon, and smearedwith gore, --his hat, crushed and similarly stained, --his sword, --theensanguined cloth, --with several other ghastly evidences of theslaughterous deed. Further on, there were impressions of bloodyfootsteps along the floor. 

"Sir Rowland is murdered!" cried Jack, as soon as he could find atongue. 

"It is plain he has been destroyed by his perfidious accomplice, "rejoined Thames. "Oh God! how fearfully my father is avenged!"

"True, " replied Jack, sternly; "but we have our uncle to avenge. What'sthis?" he added, stooping to pick up a piece of paper lying at hisfeet--it was Jonathan's memorandum. "This is the explanation of thebloody deed. "

"Here's a pocket-book full of notes, and a heavy bag of gold, " saidBlueskin, examining the articles on the floor. 

"The sum which incited the villain to the murder, " replied Jack. "But hecan't be far off. He must be gone to dispose of the body. We shall havehim on his return. "

"I'll see where these footsteps lead to, " said Blueskin, holding thelight to the floor. "Here are some more papers, Captain. "

"Give them to me, " replied Jack. "Ah!" he exclaimed, "a letter, beginning 'dearest Aliva, '--that's your mother's name, Thames. "

"Let me see it, " cried Thames, snatching it from him. "It _is_ addressedto my mother, " he added, as his eye glanced rapidly over it, "and by myfather. At length, I shall ascertain my name. Bring the light thisway--quick! I cannot decipher the signature. "

Jack was about to comply with the request, when an unlooked-forinterruption occurred. Having traced the footsteps to the wall, andperceiving no outlet, Blueskin elevated the lamp, and discovered marksof bloody fingers on the boards. 

"He must have gone this way, " muttered Blueskin. "I've often heard of asecret door in this room, though I never saw it. It must be somewherehereabouts. Ah!" he exclaimed, as his eye fell upon a small knob in thewall, "there's the spring!"

He touched it, and the door flew open. 

The next moment, he was felled to the ground by Jonathan Wild, whosprang into the room, followed by Abraham bearing the link. A singleglance served to show the thief-taker how matters stood. From the slightsounds that had reached him in his place of confinement, he was awarethat some persons had found their way to the scene of slaughter, and ina state of the most intense anxiety awaited the result of theirinvestigation, prepared for the worst. Hearing the spring touched, hedashed through on the instant, and struck down the person who presentedhimself, with his bludgeon. On beholding the intruders, his fearschanged to exultation, and he uttered a roar of satisfaction as heglared at them, which could only be likened to the cry of some savagedenizen of the plains. 

On his appearance, Jack levelled a pistol at his head. But his hand waswithheld by Thames. 

"Don't fire, " cried the latter. "It is important not to slay him. Heshall expiate his offences on the gibbet. You are my prisoner, murderer. "

"_Your_ prisoner!" echoed Jonathan, derisively. "You mistake, --you aremine. And so is your companion, --the convict Sheppard. "

"Waste not another word with him, Thames, " cried Jack. "Upon him!"

"Yield, villain, or die!" shouted Thames, drawing his sword andspringing towards him. 

"There's my answer!" rejoined Wild, hurling the bludgeon at him, withsuch fatal effect, that striking him on the head it brought himinstantly to the ground. 

"Ah! traitor!" cried Jack, pulling the trigger of his pistol. 

Anticipating this, Wild avoided the shot by suddenly, ducking his head. He had a narrow escape, however; for, passing within an inch of him, thebullet burried itself deeply in the wall. 

Before he could fire a second shot, Jack had to defend himself from thethief-taker, who, with his drawn hanger, furiously assaulted him. Eluding the blow, Jack plucked his sword from the scabbard, and adesperate conflict began. 

"Pick up that blade, Nab, " vociferated Wild, finding himself hotlypressed, "and stab him. I won't give him a chance. "

"Cowardly villain!" cried Jack, as the Jew, obeying the orders of hisprincipal, snatched up the weapon of the murdered man, and assailed him. "But I'll yet disappoint you. "

And springing backwards, he darted suddenly through the door. 

"After him, " cried Wild; "he mustn't escape. Dead or alive, I'll havehim. Bring the link. "

And, followed by Abraham, he rushed out of the room. 

Just as Jack got half way down the stairs, and Wild and the Jew reachedthe upper landing, the street-door was opened by Langley and Ireton, thelatter of whom carried a lantern. 

"Stop him!" shouted Jonathan from the stair-head, "stop him! It's JackSheppard!"

"Give way!" cried Jack fiercely. "I'll cut down him who opposes me. "

The head turnkey, in all probability, would have obeyed. But, beingpushed forward by his subordinate officer, he was compelled to make astand. 

"You'd better surrender quietly, Jack, " he cried; "you've no chance. "'

Instead of regarding him, Jack glanced over the iron bannisters, andmeasured the distance. But the fall was too great, and he abandoned theattempt. 

"We have him!" cried Jonathan, hurrying down the steps. "He can'tescape. "

As this was said, Jack turned with the swiftness of thought, andshortening his sword, prepared to plunge it into the thief-taker'sheart. Before he could make the thrust, however, he was seized behind byIreton, who flung himself upon him. 

"Caught!" shouted the head-turnkey. "I give you joy of the capture, Mr. Wild, " he added, as Jonathan came up, and assisted him to secure anddisarm the prisoner. "I was coming to give you intelligence of a comicaltrick played by this rascal, when I find him here--the last place, Iown, where I should have expected to find him. "

"You've arrived in the very nick of time, " rejoined Jonathan; "and I'lltake care your services are not overlooked. "

"Mr. Ireton, " cried Jack, in accents of the most urgent entreaty, "before you take me hence, I implore you--if you would further the endsof justice--search this house. One of the most barbarous murders evercommitted has just been perpetrated by the monster Wild. You will findproofs of the bloody deed in his room. But go thither at once, I beseechyou, before he has time to remove them. "

"Mr. Ireton is welcome to search every room in my house if he pleases, "said Jonathan, in a tone of bravado. "As soon as we've conveyed you toNewgate, I'll accompany him. "

"Mr. Ireton will do no such thing, " replied the head-turnkey. "Blessyour soul! d'ye think I'm to be gammoned by such nonsense. Not I. I'mnot quite such a greenhorn as Shotbolt, Jack, whatever you may think. "

"For mercy's sake go up stairs, " implored Sheppard. "I have not told youhalf. There's a man dying--Captain Darrell. Take me with you. Place apistol at my ear, and shoot me, if I've told you false. "

"And, what good would that do?" replied Ireton, sarcastically. "To shootyou would be to lose the reward. You act your part capitally, but itwon't do. "

"Won't you go?" cried Jack passionately. "Mr. Langley, I appeal to you. Murder, I say, has been done! Another murder will be committed if youdon't prevent it. The blood will rest on your head. Do you hear me, Sir?Won't you stir!"

"Not a step, " replied Langley, gruffly. 

"Off with him to Newgate!" cried Jonathan. "Ireton, as you captured him, the reward is yours. But I request that a third may be given toLangley. "

"It shall be, Sir, " replied Ireton, bowing. "Now come along, Jack. "

"Miscreants!" cried Sheppard, almost driven frantic by the violence ofhis emotions; "you're all in league with him. "

"Away with him!" cried Jonathan. "I'll see him fettered myself. Remainat the door, Nab, " he added, loitering for a moment behind the others, "and let no one in, or out. "

Jack, meanwhile, was carried to Newgate. Austin could scarcely credithis senses when he beheld him. Shotbolt, who had in some degreerecovered from the effects of his previous mortification, was throwninto an ecstacy of delight, and could not sufficiently exult over theprisoner. Mrs. Spurling had retired for the night. Jack appealed to thenew auditors, and again detailed his story, but with no better successthan heretofore. His statement was treated with derision. Having seenhim heavily ironed, and placed in the Condemned Hold, Jonathan recrossedthe street. 

He found Abraham on guard as he had left him. 

"Has any one been here?" he asked. 

"No von, " replied the Jew. 

"That's well, " replied Wild, entering the house, and fastening the door. "And now to dispose of our dead. Why, Nab, you shake as if you'd got anague?" he added, turning to the Jew, whose teeth chattered audibly. 

"I haven't quite recovered the fright I got in the Vell-Hole, " repliedAbraham. 

On returning to the audience-chamber, Jonathan found the inanimate bodyof Thames Darrell lying where he had left it; but, on examining it, heremarked that the pockets were turned inside out, and had evidently beenrifled. Startled by this circumstance, he looked around, and perceivedthat the trap-door, --which has been mentioned as communicating with asecret staircase, --was open. He, next, discovered that Blueskin wasgone; and, pursuing his scrutiny, found that he had carried off all thebanknotes, gold, and letters, --including, what Jonathan himself was notaware of, --the two packets which he had abstracted from the person ofThames. Uttering a terrible imprecation, Jonathan snatched up the link, and hastily descended the stairs, leaving the Jew behind him. After acareful search below, he could detect no trace of Blueskin. But, findingthe cellar-door open, concluded he had got out that way. 

Returning to the audience-chamber in a by-no-means enviable state ofmind, he commanded the Jew to throw the body of Thames into the WellHole. 

"You musht do dat shob yourself, Mishter Vild, " rejoined Abraham, shaking his head. "No prize shall indushe me to enter dat horrid plasheagain. "

"Fool!" cried Wild, taking up the body, "what are you afraid of? Afterall, " he added, pausing, "he may be of more use to me alive than dead. "

Adhering to this change of plan, he ordered Abraham to follow him, and, descending the secret stairs once more, carried the wounded man into thelower part of the premises. Unlocking several doors, he came to a darkvault, that would have rivalled the gloomiest cell in Newgate, intowhich he thrust Thames, and fastened the door. 

"Go to the pump, Nab, " he said, when this was done, "and fill a pailwith water. We must wash out those stains up stairs, and burn the cloth. Blood, they say, won't come out. But I never found any truth in thesaying. When I've had an hour's rest, I'll be after Blueskin. "

CHAPTER XV. 

How Blueskin underwent the Peine Forte et Dure. 

As soon as it became known, through the medium of the public prints onthe following day, that Jack Sheppard had broken out of prison, and hadbeen again captured during the night, fresh curiosity was excited, andlarger crowds than ever flocked to Newgate, in the hope of obtainingadmission to his cell; but by the governor's express commands, Wildhaving privately counselled the step, no one was allowed to see him. Aquestion next arose whether the prisoner could be executed under theexisting warrant, --some inclining to one opinion, some to another. Tosettle the point, the governor started to Windsor, delegating his trustin the interim to Wild, who took advantage of his brief rule to adoptthe harshest measures towards the prisoner. He had him removed from theCondemned Hold, stripped of his fine apparel, clothed in the most sordidrags, loaded with additional fetters, and thrust into the StoneHold, --already described as the most noisome cell in the whole prison. Here, without a glimpse of daylight; visited by no one except Austin atstated intervals, who neither answered a question nor addressed a wordto him; fed upon the worst diet, literally mouldy bread and ditch-water;surrounded by stone walls; with a flagged floor for his pillow, andwithout so much as a blanket to protect him from the death-like coldthat pierced his frame, --Jack's stout heart was subdued, and he fellinto the deepest dejection, ardently longing for the time when even aviolent death should terminate his sufferings. But it was not soordered. Mr. Pitt returned with intelligence that the warrant wasdelayed, and, on taking the opinion of two eminent lawyers of the day, Sir William Thomson and Mr. Serjeant Raby, it was decided that it mustbe proved in a regular and judicial manner that Sheppard was theidentical person who had been convicted and had escaped, before a freshorder could be made for his execution; and that the matter must, therefore, stand over until the next sessions, to be held at the OldBailey in October, when it could be brought before the court. 

The unfortunate prisoner, meanwhile, who was not informed of therespite, languished in his horrible dungeon, and, at the expiration ofthree weeks, became so seriously indisposed that it was feared he couldnot long survive. He refused his food, --and even when better provisionswere offered him, rejected them. As his death was by no means whatJonathan desired, he resolved to remove him to a more airy ward, andafford him such slight comforts as might tend to his restoration, or atleast keep him alive until the period of execution. With this view, Jackwas carried--for he was no longer able to move without assistance--to award called the Castle, situated over the gateway on the western side, in what was considered the strongest part of the jail. The walls were ofimmense thickness; the small windows double-grated and unglazed; thefire-place was without a grate; and a barrack-bed, divided into twocompartments, occupied one corner. It was about twelve feet high, ninewide, and fourteen long; and was approached by double doors each sixinches thick. As Jack appeared to be sinking fast, his fetters wereremoved, his own clothes were returned to him, and he was allowed amattress and a scanty supply of bed-linen. Mrs. Spurling attended him ashis nurse, and, under her care, he speedily revived. As soon as hebecame convalescent, and all fears of his premature dissolution were atan end, Wild recommenced his rigorous treatment. The bedding wasremoved; Mrs. Spurling was no longer allowed to visit him; he was againloaded with irons; fastened by an enormous horse-padlock to a staple inthe floor; and only allowed to take repose in a chair. A single blanketconstituted his sole covering at night. In spite of all this, he grewdaily better and stronger, and his spirits revived. Hitherto, novisiters had been permitted to see him. As the time when his identityhad to be proved approached, this rigour was, in a trifling degree, relaxed, and a few persons were occasionally admitted to the ward, butonly in the presence of Austin. From none of these could Jack ascertainwhat had become of Thames, or learn any particulars concerning thefamily at Dollis Hill, or of his mother. Austin, who had been evidentlyschooled by Wild, maintained a profound silence on this head. In thisway, more than a month passed over. October arrived; and in another weekthe court would be sitting at the Old Bailey. 

One night, about this time, just as Austin was about to lock the greatgate, Jonathan Wild and his two janizaries entered the Lodge with aprisoner bound hand and foot. It was Blueskin. On the cords beingremoved, he made a desperate spring at Wild, bore him to the ground, clutched at his throat, and would, infallibly, have strangled him, ifthe keepers had not all thrown themselves upon him, and by main forcetorn him off. His struggles were so violent, that, being a man oftremendous strength, it was some time before they could master him, andit required the combined efforts of all the four partners to put himinto irons. It appeared from what he said that he had been captured whenasleep, --that his liquor had been drugged, --otherwise, he would neverhave allowed himself to be taken alive. Wild, he asserted, had robbedhim of a large sum of money, and till it was restored he would neverplead. 

"We'll see that, " replied Jonathan. "Take him to the bilbowes. Put himin the stocks, and there let him sleep off his drunken fit. Whether hepleads or not, he shall swing with his confederate, Jack Sheppard. "

At this allusion to his leader, a shudder passed through Blueskin'sathletic frame. 

"Where is he?" he cried. "Let me see him. Let me have a word with him, and you may take all the money. "

Jonathan made no answer, but motioned the partners to take him away. 

As soon as Blueskin was removed, Wild intimated his intention ofvisiting the Castle. He was accompanied by Ireton and Austin. Themassive door was unlocked, and they entered the cell. What was theirsurprise to find it vacant, and the prisoner gone! Jonathan, couldscarcely believe his eyes. He looked fiercely and inquiringly from oneto the other of his companions; but, though both of them wereexcessively frightened, neither appeared guilty. Before a word could besaid, however, a slight noise was heard in the chimney, and Jack withhis irons on descended from it. Without betraying the slightestconfusion, or making a single remark, he quietly resumed his seat. 

"Amazement!" cried Wild. "How has he unfastened his padlock? Austin, itmust be owing to your negligence. "

"My negligence, Mr. Wild, " said the turnkey, trembling in every joint. "I assure you, Sir, when I left him an hour ago, it was locked. I triedit myself, Sir. I'm as much astonished as you. But I can't account forit!"

"At all events, you shall answer for it, " thundered Wild, with a bitterimprecation. 

"He's not to blame, " said Jack, rising. "I opened the padlock with thiscrooked nail, which I found in the floor. If you had arrived ten minuteslater, or if there hadn't been an iron bar in the chimney, that hinderedmy progress, I should have been beyond your reach. "

"You talk boldly, " replied Wild. "Go to the Iron Hold, Austin, and telltwo of the partners to bring another padlock of the largest size, andthe heaviest handcuffs they can find. We'll try whether he'll get looseagain. "

Sheppard said nothing, but a disdainful smile curled his lips. 

Austin departed, and presently afterwards returned with the twosubordinate officers, each of whom wore a leathern apron round hiswaist, and carried a large hammer. As soon as the manacles were slippedover the prisoner's wrists, and the new padlock secured to the staple, they withdrew. 

"Leave me alone with him a moment, " said Jonathan. And the jailers alsoretired. 

"Jack, " said Wild, with a glance of malignant triumph, "I will now tellyou what I have done. All my plans have succeeded. Before a month haselapsed, your mother will be mine. The Trenchard estates will likewisebe mine, for Sir Rowland is no more, and the youth, Thames, will neveragain see daylight. Blueskin, who had evaded me with the papers and themoney, is a prisoner here, and will perish on the same gallows asyourself. My vengeance is completely gratified. "

Without waiting for a reply, but darting a malevolent look at theprisoner, he quitted the cell, the door of which was instantlydouble-locked and bolted. 

"I've not quite done yet, " said Jonathan, as he joined the turnkeys. "Ishould like to see whether Blueskin is a little more composed. I've aquestion to ask him. Give me the keys and the light. I'll go alone. "

So saying, he descended a short spiral staircase, and, entering a longstone gallery, from which several other passages branched, took one ofthem, and after various turnings--for he was familiar with all theintricacies of the prison--arrived at the cell of which he was insearch. Selecting a key from the heavy bunch committed to him by Austin, he threw open the door, and beheld Blueskin seated at the back of thesmall chamber, handcuffed, and with his feet confined in a heavy pair ofstocks. He was asleep when Jonathan entered, and growled at beingdisturbed. But, as soon as he perceived who it was, he roused himself, and glared fiercely at the intruder from under his bent brows. 

"What do you want?" he asked, in a gruff voice. 

"I want to know what you've done with the rest of the notes--with thegold--and the papers you took away from my room!" rejoined Wild. 

"Then you'll never know more than this, " retorted Blueskin, with a grinof satisfaction;--"they're in a place of safety, where _you_'ll neverfind 'em, but where somebody else _will_, and that before long. "

"Hear me, Blueskin, " said Jonathan, restraining his choler. "If you'lltell me where to look for these things, and I _do_ find them, I'll setyou free. And you shall have a share of the gold for yourself. "

"I'll tell you what I'll do, " rejoined the other. "Set Captain Sheppardfree, and when I hear he's safe, --not before, --I'll put the money andpapers into your possession, and some other matters, too, that you knownothing about. "

"Impracticable dolt!" exclaimed Jonathan, furiously. "Do you think I'dpart with the sweetest morsel of revenge on those terms? No! But I'llhave the secret out of you by other means. "

So saying, he violently shut and locked the door. 

About ten days after this interview, Blueskin, having been indicted byWild for several robberies, and true bills found against him, was placedat the bar of the Old Bailey to be arraigned; when he declared that hewould not plead to the indictment, unless the sum of five hundredpounds, taken from him by Jonathan Wild, was first restored to him. Thissum, claimed by Wild under the statute 4th and 5th of William and Mary, entitled "_An act for encouraging the apprehending of Highwaymen_, " wasgranted to him by the court. 

As Blueskin still continued obstinate, the judgment appointed to beexecuted upon such prisoners as stood mute, was then read. It was asfollows, and, when uttered, produced a strong effect upon all who heardit, except the prisoner, who, in no respect, altered his sullen anddogged demeanour. 

"Prisoner at the bar, " thus ran the sentence, "you shall be taken to theprison from whence you came, and put into a mean room, stopped from thelight; and shall there be laid on the bare ground, without any litter, straw, or other covering, and without any garment. You shall lie uponyour back; your head shall be covered; and your feet shall be bare. Oneof your arms shall be drawn to one side of the room, and the other armto the other side, and your legs shall be served in the like manner. Then, there shall be laid upon your body as much iron, or stone as youcan bear, and more. And the first day, you shall have three morsels ofbarley bread, without any drink; and the second day, you shall beallowed to drink as much as you can, at three times, of the water thatis next to the prison-door, except running-water, without any bread. Andthis shall be your diet till you die. "

"Prisoner at the bar, " continued the clerk of the court, "he againstwhom this judgment is given, forfeits his goods to the king. "

An awful silence prevailed throughout the court. Every eye was fixedupon the prisoner. But, as he made no answer, he was removed. 

Before the full sentence was carried into execution, he was taken into asmall room adjoining the court. Here Marvel, the executioner, who was inattendance, was commanded by Wild to tie his thumbs together, which hedid with whipcord so tightly, that the string cut to the bone. But, asthis produced no effect, and did not even elicit a groan, the prisonerwas carried back to Newgate. 

The Press Room, to which Blueskin was conveyed on his arrival at thejail, was a small square chamber, walled and paved with stone. In eachcorner stood a stout square post reaching to the ceiling. To these aheavy wooden apparatus was attached, which could be raised or lowered atpleasure by pullies. In the floor were set four ring-bolts, about ninefeet apart. When the prisoner was brought into this room, he was againquestioned; but, continuing contumacious, preparations were made forinflicting the torture. His great personal strength being so well known, it was deemed prudent by Marvel to have all the four partners, togetherwith Caliban, in attendance. The prisoner, however, submitted morequietly than was anticipated. He allowed his irons and clothes to betaken off without resistance. But just as they were about to place himon the ground, he burst from their hold, and made a desperate spring atJonathan, who was standing with his arms folded near the door watchingthe scene. The attempt was unsuccessful. He was instantly overpowered, and stretched upon the ground. The four men fell upon him, holding hisarms and legs, while Caliban forced back his head. In this state, hecontrived to get the poor black's hand into his mouth, and nearly bitoff one of his fingers before the sufferer could be rescued. Meanwhile, the executioner had attached strong cords to his ankles and wrists, andfastened them tightly to the iron rings. This done, he unloosed thepulley, and the ponderous machine, which resembled a trough, slowlydescended upon the prisoner's breast. Marvel, then, took two ironweights, each of a hundred pounds, and placed them in the press. As thisseemed insufficient, after a lapse of five minutes, he added anotherhundred weight. The prisoner breathed with difficulty. Still, his robustframe enabled him to hold out. After he had endured this torture for anhour, at a sign from Wild another hundred weight was added. In a fewminutes, an appalling change was perceptible. The veins in his throatand forehead swelled and blackened; his eyes protruded from theirsockets, and stared wildly; a thick damp gathered on his brow: and bloodgushed from his mouth, nostrils, and ears. 

"Water!" he gasped. 

The executioner shook his head. 

"Do you submit?" interrogated Wild. 

Blueskin answered by dashing his head violently against the flaggedfloor. His efforts at self-destruction were, however, prevented. 

"Try fifty pounds more, " said Jonathan. 

"Stop!" groaned Blueskin. 

"Will you plead?" demanded Wild, harshly. 

"I will, " answered the prisoner. 

"Release him, " said Jonathan. "We have cured his obstinacy, youperceive, " he added to Marvel. 

"I _will_ live, " cried Blueskin, with a look of the deadliest hatred atWild, "to be revenged on you. "

And, as the weights were removed, he fainted. 

CHAPTER XVI. 

How Jack Sheppard's Portrait was painted. 

Early in the morning of Thursday, the 15th of October, 1724, the door ofthe Castle was opened by Austin, who, with a look of unusual importance, announced to the prisoner that four gentlemen were shortly coming upwith the governor to see him, --"four _such_ gentlemen, " he added, in atone meant to impress his auditor with a due sense of the honourintended him, "as you don't meet every day. "

"Is Mr. Wood among them?" asked Jack, eagerly. 

"Mr. Wood!--no, " replied the turnkey. "Do you think I'd take the troubleto announce _him_? These are persons of consequence, I tell you. "

"Who are they?" inquired Sheppard. 

"Why, first, " rejoined Austin, "there's Sir James Thornhill, historicalpainter to his Majesty, and the greatest artist of the day. Those granddesigns in the dome of St. Paul's are his work. So is the roof of thestate-room at Hampton Court Palace, occupied by Queen Anne, and thePrince of Denmark. So is the chapel of All Souls at Oxford, and thegreat hall at Blenheim, and I don't know how many halls and chapelsbesides. He's now engaged on the hall at Greenwich Hospital. "

"I've heard of him, " replied Jack, impatiently. "Who are the others?"

"Let me see. There's a friend of Sir James--a young man, an engraver ofmasquerade tickets and caricatures, --his name I believe is Hogarth. Then, there's Mr. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives, ' which waslately acted at Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess ofWales. And, lastly, there's Mr. Figg, the noted prize-fighter, from theNew Amphitheatre in Marylebone Fields. "

"Figg's an old friend of mine, " rejoined Jack; "he was my instructor inthe small sword and back sword exercise. I'm glad he's come to see me. "

"You don't inquire what brings Sir James Thornhill here?" said Austin. 

"Curiosity, I suppose, " returned Jack, carelessly. 

"No such thing, " rejoined the jailer; "he's coming on business. "

"On what business, in the name of wonder?" asked Sheppard. 

"To paint your portrait, " answered the jailer. 

"My portrait!" echoed Jack. 

"By desire of his Majesty, " said the jailer, consequentially. "He hasheard of your wonderful escapes, and wishes to see what you're like. There's a feather in your cap! No house-breaker was ever so highlyhonoured before. "

"And have my escapes really made so much noise as to reach the ear ofroyalty?" mused Jack. "I have done nothing--nothing to what I _could_do--to what I _will_ do!"

"You've done quite enough, " rejoined Austin; "more than you'll ever doagain. "

"And then to be taken thus, in these disgraceful bonds!" continued Jack, "to be held up as a sight for ever!"

"Why, how else would you be taken?" exclaimed the jailer, with a coarselaugh. "It's very well Mr. Wild allowed you to have your fine clothesagain, or you might have been taken in a still more disgraceful garb. For my part, I think those shackles extremely becoming. But, here theyare. "

Voices being heard at the door, Austin flew to open it, and admitted Mr. Pitt, the governor, a tall pompous personage, who, in his turn, usheredin four other individuals. The first of these, whom he addressed as Mr. Gay, was a stout, good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire andsensibility, and twinkling with roguish humour--an expression fullyborne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd and sarcastic curl. Thepoet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. With a strongtendency to satire, but without a particle of malice or ill-nature inits display. Gay, by his strokes of pleasantry, whether in his writingsor conversation, never lost a friend. On the contrary, he was auniversal favourite, and numbered amongst his intimate acquaintances thechoicest spirits of the time, --Pope, Swift, Arbuthnot, and "all thebetter brothers. " His demeanour was polished; his manners singularlyaffable and gentle; and he was remarkable, for the generosity of histemper. In worldly matters Gay was not fortunate. Possessed, at onetime, of a share in the South Sea stock, he conceived himself worthtwenty thousand pounds. But, on the bursting of that bubble, his hopesvanished with it. Neither did his interest, --which was by no meansinconsiderable, --nor his general popularity, procure him the prefermenthe desired. A constant attendant at court, he had the mortification tosee every one promoted but himself, and thus bewails his ill-luck. 

 Places, I found, were daily given away, And yet no friendly gazette mentioned Gay. 

The prodigious success of the "Beggars' Opera, " which was produced aboutfour years after the date of this history, rewarded him for all hisprevious disappointments, though it did not fully justify the well-knownepigram, alluding to himself and the manager, and "make Gay _rich_, andRich _gay_. " At the time of his present introduction, his play of "TheCaptives, " had just been produced at Drury Lane, and he was meditatinghis "Fables, " which were published two years afterwards. 

Behind the poet came Sir James Thornhill. The eminent painter hadhandsome, expressive features, an aquiline nose, and a good deal ofdignity in his manner. His age was not far from fifty. He wasaccompanied by a young man of about seven-and-twenty, who carried hiseasel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon it, opened the paintbox, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him the mostassiduous attention. This young man, whose features, though rather plainand coarse, bore the strongest impress of genius, and who had a darkgray, penetrating eye, so quick in its glances that it seemed to surveytwenty objects at once, and yet only to fasten upon one, bore thehonoured name of William Hogarth. Why he paid so much attention to SirJames Thornhill may be explained anon. 

The rear of the party was brought up by a large, powerfully-built man, with a bluff, honest, but rugged countenance, slashed with many a cutand scar, and stamped with that surly, sturdy, bull-dog-like look, whichan Englishman always delights to contemplate, because he conceives it tobe characteristic of his countrymen. This formidable person, who was noother than the renowned Figg, the "Atlas of the sword, " as he is termedby Captain Godfrey, had removed his hat and "skull covering, " and waswiping the heat from his bepatched and close-shaven pate. His shirt alsowas unbuttoned, and disclosed a neck like that of an ox, and a chestwhich might have served as a model for a Hercules. He had a flattish, perhaps, it should be called, a _flattened_ nose, and a brown, leathern-looking hide, that seemed as if it had not unfrequentlyundergone the process of tanning. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. The above description of

 --the great Figg, by the prize-fighting swains Sole monarch acknowledged of Mary'bone plains--

may sound somewhat tame by the side of the glowing account given of himby his gallant biographer, who asserts that "there was a majesty shonein his countenance, and blazed in his actions, beyond all I ever saw;"but it may, possibly, convey a more accurate notion of his personalappearance. James Figg was the most perfect master of self-defence ofhis day. Seconded by his strength and temper, his skill rendered himinvincible and he is reputed never to have lost a battle. Hisimperturbable demeanour in the fight has been well portrayed by CaptainGodfrey, who here condescends to lay aside his stilts. "His right legbold and firm, and his left, which could hardly ever be disturbed, gavehim a surprising advantage, and struck his adversary with despair andpanic. He had a peculiar way of stepping in, in a parry; knew his arm, and its just time of moving; put a firm faith in that, and never let hisopponent escape. He was just as much a greater master than any other Iever saw, as he was a greater judge of time and measure. " Figg's prowessin a combat with Button has been celebrated by Dr. Byrom, --a poet ofwhom his native town, Manchester, may be justly proud; and his featuresand figure have been preserved by the most illustrious of his companionson the present occasion, --Hogarth, --in the levée in the "Rake'sProgress, " and in "Southwark Fair. "

On the appearance of his visitors, Sheppard arose, --his gyves clankingheavily as he made the movement, --and folding his arms, so far as hismanacles would permit him, upon his breast, steadily returned theglances fixed upon him. 

"This is the noted house-breaker and prison-breaker, gentlemen, " saidMr. Pitt, pointing to the prisoner. 

"Odd's life!" cried Gay, in astonishment; "is this slight-made striplingJack Sheppard? Why, I expected to see a man six foot high at the least, and as broad across the shoulders as our friend Figg. This is a mereboy. Are you sure you haven't mistaken the ward, Mr. Pitt?"

"There is no mistake, Sir, " rejoined the prisoner, drawing himself up, "I am Jack Sheppard. "

"Well, I never was more surprised in my life, " said the poet, --"never!"

"He's just the man _I_ expected to see, " observed Hogarth, who, havingarranged everything to Thornhill's satisfaction, had turned to look atthe prisoner, and was now with his chin upon his wrist, and his elbowsupported by the other hand, bending his keen gray eyes upon him, "justthe man! Look at that light, lithe figure, --all muscle and activity, with not an ounce of superfluous flesh upon it. In my search afterstrange characters, Mr. Gay, I've been in many odd quarters of ourcity--have visited haunts frequented only by thieves--the Old Mint, theNew Mint, the worst part of St. Giles's, and other places--but I'venowhere seen any one who came up so completely to my notion of afirst-rate housebreaker as the individual before us. Wherever I saw him, I should pick him out as a man designed by nature to plan andaccomplish the wonderful escapes he has effected. "

As he spoke, a smile crossed Sheppard's countenance. 

"He understands me, you perceive, " said Hogarth. 

"Well, I won't dispute your judgment in such matters, Mr. Hogarth, "replied Gay. "But I appeal to you, Sir James, whether it isn'textraordinary that so very slight a person should be such a desperaterobber as he is represented--so young, too, for such an _old_ offender. Why, he can scarcely be twenty. "

"I am one-and-twenty, " observed Jack. 

"One-and-twenty, ah!" repeated Gay. "Well, I'm not far from the mark. "

"He is certainly extremely youthful-looking and very slightly made, "said Thornhill, who had been attentively studying Sheppard'scountenance. "But I agree with Hogarth, that he is precisely the personto do what he has done. Like a thorough-bred racer, he would sustaintwice as much fatigue as a person of heavier mould. Can I beaccommodated with a seat, Mr. Pitt?"

"Certainly, Sir James, certainly, " replied the governor. "Get a chair, Austin. "

While this order was obeyed, Figg, who had been standing near the door, made his way to the prisoner, and offered him his huge hand, which Jackwarmly grasped. 

"Well, Jack, " said the prize-fighter, in a rough, but friendly voice, and with a cut-and-thrust abrupt manner peculiar to himself; "how areyou, lad, eh? Sorry to see you here. Wouldn't take my advice. Told youhow it would be. One mistress enough to ruin a man, --two, the devil. Laughed at me, then. Laugh on the wrong side of your mouth, now. "

"You're not come here to insult me, Mr. Figg?" said Jack, peevishly. 

"Insult you! not I;" returned Figg. "Heard of your escapes. Everybodytalking of you. Wished to see you. Old pupil. Capital swordsman. Shortlyto be executed. Come to take leave. Trifle useful?" he added, slipping afew gold pieces into Jack's hand. 

"You are very kind, " said Jack, returning the money; "but I don'trequire assistance. "

"Too proud, eh?" rejoined the prize-fighter. "Won't be under anobligation. "

"There you're wrong, Mr. Figg, " replied Jack, smiling; "for, before I'mtaken to Tyburn, I mean to borrow a shirt for the occasion from you. "

"Have it, and welcome, " rejoined Figg. "Always plenty to spare. Neverbought a shirt in my life, Mr. Gay, " he added, turning to the poet. "Sold a good many, though. "

"How do you manage that, Mr. Figg?" asked Gay. 

"Thus, " replied the prize-fighter. "Proclaim a public fight. Challengeaccepted. Fifty pupils. Day before, send round to each to borrow ashirt. Fifty sent home. All superfine holland. Wear one on the stage onthe following day. Cut to pieces--slashed--bloodied. Each of my scholarsthinks it his own shirt. Offer to return it to each in private. All makethe same answer--'d--n you, keep it. '"

"An ingenious device, " laughed Gay. 

Sir James Thornhill's preparations being completed, Mr. Pitt desired toknow if he wanted anything further, and being answered in the negative, he excused himself on the plea that his attendance was required in thecourt at the Old Bailey, which was then sitting, and withdrew. 

"Do me the favour to seat yourself, Jack, " said Sir James. "Gentlemen, alittle further off, if you please. "

Sheppard immediately complied with the painter's request; while Gay andFigg drew back on one side, and Hogarth on the other. The latter tookfrom his pocket a small note-book and pencil. 

"I'll make a sketch, too, " he said. "Jack Sheppard's face is well worthpreserving. "

After narrowly examining the countenance of the sitter, and motioninghim with his pencil into a particular attitude, Sir James Thornhillcommenced operations; and, while he rapidly transferred his lineamentsto the canvass, engaged him in conversation, in the course of which heartfully contrived to draw him into a recital of his adventures. The_ruse_ succeeded almost beyond his expectation. During the narrationJack's features lighted up, and an expression, which would have been invain looked for in repose, was instantly caught and depicted by theskilful artist. All the party were greatly interested by Sheppard'shistory--especially Figg, who laughed loud and long at the escape fromthe Condemned Hold. When Jack came to speak of Jonathan Wild, hiscountenance fell. 

"We must change the subject, " remarked Thornhill, pausing in his task;"this will never do. "

"Quite right, Sir James, " said Austin. "We never suffer him to mentionMr. Wild's name. He never appears to so little advantage as whenspeaking of him. "

"I don't wonder at it, " rejoined Gay. 

Here Hogarth received a private signal from Thornhill to attractSheppard's attention. 

"And so you've given up all hope of escaping, eh, Jack?" remarkedHogarth. 

"That's scarcely a fair question, Mr. Hogarth, before the jailer, "replied Jack. "But I tell you frankly, and Mr. Austin, may repeat it ifhe pleases to his master, Jonathan Wild, --I have _not_. "

"Well said, Jack, " cried Figg. "Never give in. "

"Well, " observed Hogarth, "if, fettered as you are, you contrive tobreak out of this dungeon, you'll do what no man ever did before. "

A peculiar smile illuminated Jack's features. 

"There it is!" cried Sir James, eagerly. "There's the exact expression Iwant. For the love of Heaven, Jack, don't move!--Don't alter a muscle, if you can help it. "

And, with a few magical touches, he stamped the fleeting expression onthe canvass. 

"I have it too!" exclaimed Hogarth, busily plying his pencil. "Gad! it'sa devilish fine face when lit up. "

"As like as life, Sir, " observed Austin, peeping over Thornhill'sshoulder at the portrait. "As like as life. "

"The very face, " exclaimed Gay, advancing to look at it;--"with all theescapes written in it. "

"You flatter me, " smiled Sir James. "But, I own, I think it _is_ like. "

"What do you think of _my_ sketch, Jack?" said Hogarth, handing him thedrawing. 

"It's like enough, I dare say, " rejoined Sheppard. "But it wantssomething _here_. " And he pointed significantly to the hand. 

"I see, " rejoined Hogarth, rapidly sketching a file, which he placed inthe hands of the picture. "Will that do?" he added, returning it. 

"It's better, " observed Sheppard, meaningly. "But you've given me what Idon't possess. "

"Hum!" said Hogarth, looking fixedly at him. "I don't see how I canimprove it. "

"May I look at it, Sir!" said Austin, stepping towards him. 

"No, " replied Hogarth, hastily effacing the sketch. "I'm never satisfiedwith a first attempt. "

"Egad, Jack, " said Gay, "you should write your adventures. They would bequite as entertaining as the histories of Guzman D'Alfarache, Lazarillode Tormes, Estevanillo Gonzalez, Meriton Latroon, or any of my favouriterogues, --and far more instructive. "

"You had better write them for me, Mr. Gay, " rejoined Jack. 

"If you'll write them, I'll illustrate them, " observed Hogarth. 

"An idea has just occurred to me, " said Gay, "which Jack's narrative hassuggested. I'll write an opera the scene of which shall be laidaltogether in Newgate, and the principal character shall be ahighmaywan. I'll not forget your two mistresses, Jack. "

"Nor Jonathan Wild, I hope, " interposed Sheppard. 

"Certainly not, " replied Gay. "I'll gibbet the rascal. But I forget, " headded, glancing at Austin; "it's high treason to speak disrespectfullyof Mr. Wild in his own domain. "

"I hear nothing, Sir, " laughed Austin. 

"I was about to add, " continued Gay, "that my opera shall have no musicexcept the good old ballad tunes. And we'll see whether it won't putthe Italian opera out of fashion, with Cutzoni, Senesino, and the'divine' Farinelli at its head. "

"You'll do a national service, then, " said Hogarth. "The sums lavishedupon those people are perfectly disgraceful, and I should be enchantedto see them hooted from the stage. But I've an idea as well as you, grounded in some measure upon Sheppard's story. I'll take twoapprentices, and depict their career. One, by perseverance and industryshall obtain fortune, credit, and the highest honours; while the otherby an opposite course, and dissolute habits, shall eventually arrive atTyburn. "

"Your's will be nearer the truth, and have a deeper moral, Mr. Hogarth, "remarked Jack, dejectedly. "But if my career were truly exhibited, itmust be as one long struggle against destiny in the shape of--"

"Jonathan Wild, " interposed Gay. "I knew it. By the by, Mr. Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and herpretty daughter?"

"Me!--no, Sir, " stammered Hogarth, colouring. And he hazarded a wink atthe poet over the paper on which he was sketching. Luckily, Sir Jameswas so much engrossed by his own task, that both the remark and gestureescaped him. 

"I suppose I was mistaken, " returned Gay. "You've been quizzing myfriend Kent, I perceive, in your Burlington Gate. "

"A capital caricature that, " remarked Thornhill, laughing. "What doesMr. Kent say to it?"

"He thinks so highly of it, that he says if he had a daughter he wouldgive her to the artist, " answered Gay, a little maliciously. 

"Ah!" exclaimed Sir James. 

"'Sdeath!" cried Hogarth, aside to the poet. "You've ruined my hopes. "

"Advanced them rather, " replied Gay, in the same tone. "Miss Thornhill'sa charming girl. _I_ think a wife a needless incumbrance, and mean todie a bachelor. But, if I were in your place, I know what I'd do--"

"What--what would you do?" asked Hogarth, eagerly. 

"Run away with her, " replied Gay. 

"Pish!" exclaimed Hogarth. But he afterwards acted upon the suggestion. 

"Good-b'ye, Jack, " said Figg, putting on his hat. "Rather in the way. Send you the shirt. Here, turnkey. Couple of guineas to drink CaptainSheppard's speedy escape. Thank him, not me, man. Give this fellow theslip, if you can, Jack. If not, keep up your spirits. Die game. "

"Never fear, " replied Jack. "If I get free, I'll have a bout with you atall weapons. If not, I'll take a cheerful glass with you at the City ofOxford, on my way to Tyburn. "

"Give you the best I have in either case, " replied Figg. "Good-b'ye!"And with a cordial shake of the hand he took his departure. 

Sir James Thornhill, then, rose. 

"I won't trouble you further, Jack, " he remarked. "I've done all I canto the portrait here. I must finish it at home. "

"Permit me to see it, Sir James!" requested Jack. "Ah!" he exclaimed, asthe painting was turned towards him. "What would my poor mother say toit?"

"I was sorry to see that about your mother, Jack, " observed Hogarth. 

"What of her?" exclaimed Jack, starting up. "Is she dead?"

"No--no, " answered Hogarth. "Don't alarm yourself. I saw it this morningin the Daily Journal--an advertisement, offering a reward--"

"A reward!" echoed Jack. "For what?"

"I had the paper with me. 'Sdeath! what can I have done with it? Oh!here it is, " cried Hogarth, picking it from the ground. "I must havedropped it when I took out my note-book. There's the paragraph. '_Mrs. Sheppard left Mr. Wood's house at Dollis Hill on Tuesday_'--that's twodays ago, --'_hasn't been heard of since_. '"

"Let me see, " cried Jack, snatching the paper, and eagerly perusing theadvertisement. "Ah!" he exclaimed, in a tone of anguish. "She has falleninto the villain's hands. "

"What villain?" cried Hogarth. 

"Jonathan Wild, I'll be sworn, " said Gay. 

"Right!--right!" cried Jack, striking his fettered hands against hisbreast. "She is in his power, and I am here, chained hand and foot, unable to assist her. "

"I could make a fine sketch of him now, " whispered Hogarth to Gay. 

"I told you how it was, Sir James, " said Austin, addressing the knight, who was preparing for his departure, "he attributes every misfortunethat befals him to Mr. Wild. "

"And with some justice, " replied Thornhill, drily. 

"Allow me to assist you, Sir James, " said Hogarth. 

"Many thanks, Sir, " replied Thornhill, with freezing politeness; "but Idnot require assistance. "

"I tell you what, Jack, " said Gay, "I've several urgent engagements thismorning; but I'll return to-morrow, and hear the rest of your story. And, if I can render you any service, you may command me. "

"To-morrow will be too late, " said Sheppard, moodily. 

The easel and palette having been packed up, and the canvass carefullyremoved by Austin, the party took leave of the prisoner, who was so muchabstracted that he scarcely noticed their departure. Just as Hogarth gotto the door, the turnkey stopped him. 

"You have forgotten your knife, Mr. Hogarth, " he observed, significantly. 

"So I have, " replied Hogarth, glancing at Sheppard. 

"I can do without it, " muttered Jack. 

The door was then locked, and he was left alone. 

At three o'clock, on the same day, Austin brought up Jack's provisions, and, after carefully examining his fetters, and finding all secure, toldhim if he wanted anything further he must mention it, as he should notbe able to return in the evening, his presence being required elsewhere. Jack replied in the negative, and it required all his mastery overhimself to prevent the satisfaction which this announcement affordedhim from being noticed by the jailer. 

With the usual precautions, Austin then departed. 

"And now, " cried Jack, leaping up, "for an achievement, compared withwhich all I have yet done shall be as nothing!"

CHAPTER XVII. 

The Iron Bar. 

Jack Sheppard's first object was to free himself from his handcuffs. This he accomplished by holding the chain that connected them firmlybetween his teeth, and squeezing his fingers as closely together aspossible, succeeded in drawing his wrists through the manacles. He nexttwisted the heavy gyves round and round, and partly by main strength, partly by a dexterous and well-applied jerk, sapped asunder the centrallink by which they were attached to the padlock. Taking off hisstockings, he then drew up the basils as far as he was able, and tiedthe fragments of the broken chain to his legs, to prevent them fromclanking, and impeding his future exertions. 

Jack's former attempt to pass up the chimney, it may be remembered, wasobstructed by an iron bar. To remove this obstacle it was necessary makean extensive breach in the wall. With the broken links of the chain, which served him in lieu of more efficient implements, he commencedoperations just above the chimney-piece, and soon contrived to pick ahole in the plaster. 

He found the wall, as he suspected, solidly constructed of brick andstone; and with the slight and inadequate tools which he possessed, itwas a work of infinite labour and skill to get out a single brick. Thatdone, however, he was well aware the rest would be comparatively easy, and as he threw the brick to the ground, he exclaimed triumphantly, "Thefirst step is taken--the main difficulty is overcome. "

Animated by this trifling success, he proceeded with fresh ardour, andthe rapidity of his progress was proclaimed by the heap of bricks, stones, and mortar which before long covered the floor. At theexpiration of an hour, by dint of unremitting exertion, he had made solarge a breach in the chimney, that he could stand upright in it. He wasnow within a foot of the bar, and introducing himself into the hole, speedily worked his way to it. 

Regardless of the risk he incurred from some heavy stone dropping on hishead or feet, --regardless also of the noise made by the falling rubbish, and of the imminent danger which he consequently ran of beinginterrupted by some of the jailers, should the sound reach their ears, he continued to pull down large masses of the wall, which he flung uponthe floor of the cell. 

Having worked thus for another quarter of an hour without being sensibleof fatigue, though he was half stifled by the clouds of dust which hisexertions raised, he had made a hole about three feet wide, and sixhigh, and uncovered the iron bar. Grasping it firmly with both hands, hequickly wrenched if from the stones in which it was mortised, and leaptto the ground. On examination it proved to be a flat bar of iron, nearlya yard in length, and more than an inch square. "A capital instrumentfor my purpose, " thought Jack, shouldering it, "and worth all thetrouble I have had in procuring it. "

While he was thus musing, he fancied he heard the lock tried. A chillran through his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chancehad provided him, prepared to strike down the first person who shouldenter the cell. After listening attentively for a short time withoutdrawing breath, he became convinced that his apprehensions weregroundless, and, greatly relieved, sat down upon the chair to resthimself and prepare for further efforts. 

Acquainted with every part of the jail, Jack well knew that his onlychance of effecting an escape must be by the roof. To reach it would bea most difficult undertaking. Still it was possible, and the difficultywas only a fresh incitement. 

The mere enumeration of the obstacles that existed would have deterredany spirit less daring than Sheppard's from even hazarding the attempt. Independently of other risks, and of the chance of breaking his neck inthe descent, he was aware that to reach the leads he should have tobreak open six of the strongest doors of the prison. Armed, however, with the implement he had so fortunately obtained, he did not despair ofsuccess. 

"My name will only be remembered as that of a robber, " he mused; "but itshall be remembered as that of a bold one: and this night's achievement, if it does nothing else, shall prevent me from being classed with thecommon herd of depredators. "

Roused by this reflection, filled with the deepest anxiety for hismother, and burning to be avenged upon Jonathan Wild, he grasped theiron bar, which, when he sat down, he had laid upon his knees, andstepped quickly across the room. In doing so, he had to clamber up theimmense heap of bricks and rubbish which now littered the floor, amounting almost to a car-load, and reaching up nearly to the top of thechimney-piece. 

"Austin will stare, " thought Jack, "when he comes here in the morning. It will cost them something to repair their stronghold, and take themmore time to build it up again than I have taken to pull it down. "

Before proceeding with his task, he considered whether it would bepossible to barricade the door; but, reflecting that the bar would be anindispensable assistant in his further efforts, he abandoned the idea, and determined to rely implicitly on that good fortune which hadhitherto attended him on similar occasions. 

Having once more got into the chimney, he climbed to a level with theward above, and recommenced operations as vigorously as before. He wasnow aided with a powerful implement, with which he soon contrived tomake a hole in the wall. 

"Every brick I take out, " cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered downthe chimney, "brings me nearer my mother. "

CHAPTER XVIII. 

The Red Room. 

The ward into which Jack was endeavouring to break was called the RedRoom, from the circumstance of its walls having once been painted inthat colour; all traces of which had, however, long since disappeared. Like the Castle, which it resembled in all respects except that it wasdestitute even of a barrack-bedstead, the Red Room was reserved forstate-prisoners, and had not been occupied since the year 1716, when thejail, as has before been mentioned, was crowded by the Preston rebels. 

Having made a hole in the wall sufficiently large to pass through, Jackfirst tossed the bar into the room and then crept after it. As soon ashe had gained his feet, he glanced round the bare blank walls of thecell, and, oppressed by the musty, close atmosphere, exclaimed, "I'lllet a little fresh air into this dungeon. They say it hasn't been openedfor eight years--but I won't be eight years in getting out of it. "

In stepping across the room, some sharp point in the floor pierced hisfoot, and stooping to examine it, he found that the wound had beeninflicted by a long rusty nail, which projected from the boards. Totallydisregarding the pain, he picked up the nail, and reserved it for futureuse. Nor was he long in making it available. 

On examining the door, he found it secured by a large rusty lock, whichhe endeavoured to pick with the nail he had just acquired; but all hisefforts proving ineffectual, he removed the plate that covered it withthe bar, and with his fingers contrived to draw back the bolt. 

Opening the door he then stepped into a dark narrow passage leading, ashe was well aware, to the chapel. On the left there were doorscommunicating with the King's Bench Ward and the Stone Ward, two largeholds on the Master Debtors' side. But Jack was too well versed in thegeography of the place to attempt either of them. Indeed, if he had beenignorant of it, the sound of voices which he could faintly distinguish, would have served as a caution to him. 

Hurrying on, his progress was soon checked by a strong door, severalinches in thickness, and nearly as wide as the passage. Running his handcarefully over it in search of the lock, he perceived to his dismay thatit was fastened on the other side. After several vain attempts to burstit open, he resolved, as a last alternative, to break through the wallin the part nearest to the lock. This was a much more serious task thanhe anticipated. The wall was of considerable thickness, and builtaltogether of stone; and the noise he was compelled to make in using theheavy bar, which brought sparks with every splinter he struck off, wasso great, that he feared it must be heard by the prisoners on theDebtors' side. Heedless, however, of the consequences, he pursued histask. 

Half an hour's labour, during which he was obliged more than once topause to regain breath, sufficed to make a hole wide enough to allow apassage for his arm up to the elbow. In this way he was able to forceback a ponderous bolt from its socket; and to his unspeakable joy, foundthat the door instantly yielded. 

Once more cheered by daylight, he hastened forward, and entered thechapel. 

CHAPTER XIX. 

The Chapel. 

Situated at the upper part of the south-east angle of the jail, thechapel of Old Newgate was divided on the north side into three gratedcompartments, or pens as they were termed, allotted to the commondebtors and felons. In the north-west angle, there was a small pen forfemale offenders, and, on the south, a more commodious enclosureappropriated to the master-debtors and strangers. Immediately beneaththe pulpit stood a large circular pew where malefactors under sentenceof death sat to hear the condemned sermon delivered to them, and wherethey formed a public spectacle to the crowds, which curiosity generallyattracted on those occasions. 

To return. Jack had got into one of the pens at the north side of thechapel. The enclosure by which it was surrounded was about twelve feethigh; the under part being composed of taken planks, the upper of astrong iron grating, surmounted by sharp iron spikes. In the middlethere was a gate. It was locked. But Jack speedily burst it open withthe iron bar. 

Clearing the few impediments in his way, he soon reached the condemnedpew, where it had once been his fate to sit; and extending himself onthe seat endeavoured to snatch a moment's repose. It was denied him, foras he closed his eyes--though but for an instant--the whole scene of hisformer visit to the place rose before him. There he sat as before, withthe heavy fetters on his limbs, and beside him sat his three companions, who had since expiated their offences on the gibbet. The chapel wasagain crowded with visitors, and every eye--even that of Jonathan Wildwho had come thither to deride him, --was fixed upon him. So perfect wasthe illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice ofthe ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring himto prepare for eternity. From this perturbed state he was roused bythoughts of his mother, and fancying he heard her gentle voice urginghim on to fresh exertion, he started up. 

On one side of the chapel there was a large grated window, but, as itlooked upon the interior of the jail, Jack preferred following thecourse he had originally decided upon to making any attempt in thisquarter. 

Accordingly, he proceeded to a gate which stood upon the south, andguarded the passage communicating with the leads. It was grated andcrested with spikes, like that he had just burst open, and thinking it aneedless waste of time to force it, he broke off one of the spikes, which he carried with him for further purposes, and then climbed overit. 

A short flight of steps brought him to a dark passage, into which heplunged. Here he found another strong door, making the fifth he hadencountered. Well aware that the doors in this passage were muchstronger than those in the entry he had just quitted he was neithersurprised nor dismayed to find it fastened by a lock of unusual size. After repeatedly trying to remove the plate, which was so firmly screweddown that it resisted all his efforts, and vainly attempting to pick itwith the spike and nail; he, at length, after half an hour's ineffectuallabour, wrenched off the box by means of the iron bar, and the door, ashe laughingly expressed it, "became his humble servant. "

But this difficulty was only overcome to be succeeded by one stillgreater. Hastening along the passage he came to the sixth door. For thishe was prepared; but he was not prepared for the almost insurmountableobstacles which it presented. Running his hand hastily over it, he wasstartled to find it one complicated mass of bolts and bars. It seemed asif all the precautions previously taken were here accumulated. Any oneless courageous than himself would have abandoned the attempt from aconviction of its utter hopelessness; but, though it might for a momentdamp his ardour, it could not deter him. 

Once again, he passed his hand over the surface and carefully noted allthe obstacles. There was a lock, apparently more than a foot wide, strongly plated, and girded to the door with thick iron hoops. Below ita prodigiously large bolt was shot into the socket, and, in order tokeep it there, was fastened by a hasp, and further protected by animmense padlock. Besides this, the door was crossed and recrossed byiron bars, clenched by broad-headed nails. An iron fillet secured thesocket of the bolt and the box of the lock to the main post of thedoorway. 

Nothing disheartened by this survey, Jack set to work upon the lock, which he attacked with all his implements;--now attempting to pick itwith the nail;--now to wrench it off with the bar: but all withouteffect. He not only failed in making any impression, but seemed toincrease the difficulties, for after an hour's toil he had broken thenail and slightly bent the iron bar. 

Completely overcome by fatigue, with strained muscles, and bruisedhands; streaming with perspiration, and with lips so parched that hewould gladly have parted with a treasure if he had possessed it for adraught of water; he sank against the wall, and while in this state wasseized with, a sudden and strange alarm. He fancied that the turnkeyshad discovered his flight and were in pursuit of him, --that they hadclimbed up the chimney, --entered the Red Room, --tracked him from door todoor, and were now only detained by the gate which he had left unbrokenin the chapel. He even thought he could detect the voice of Jonathan, urging and directing them. 

So strongly was he impressed with this idea, that grasping the iron barwith both hands, he dashed it furiously against the door, making thepassage echo with the blows. 

By degrees, his fears vanished, and hearing nothing, he grew calmer. Hisspirits revived, and encouraging himself with the idea that the presentimpediment, though the greatest, was the last, he set himself seriouslyto consider how it might best be overcome. 

On reflection, it occurred to him that he might, perhaps, be able toloosen the iron fillet; a notion no sooner conceived than executed. Withincredible labour, and by the aid of both spike and nail, he succeededin getting the point of the bar beneath the fillet. Exerting all hisenergies, and using the bar as a lever, he forced off the iron band, which was full seven feet high, seven inches wide, and two thick, andwhich brought with it in its fall the box of the lock and the socket ofthe bolt, leaving no further hinderance. 

Overjoyed beyond measure at having vanquished thisapparently-insurmountable obstacle, Jack darted through the door. 

CHAPTER XX. 

The Leads. 

Ascending a short flight of steps, Jack found at the summit a door, which being bolted in the inside he speedily opened. 

The fresh air, which blew in his face, greatly revived him. He had nowreached what was called the Lower Leads, --a flat, covering a part of theprison contiguous to the gateway, and surrounded on all sides by wallsabout fourteen feet high. On the north stood the battlements of one ofthe towers of the gate. On this side a flight of wooden steps, protectedby a hand-rail, led to a door opening upon the summit of the prison. This door was crested with spikes, and guarded on the right by abristling semicircle of spikes. Hastily ascending these steps, Jackfound the door, as he anticipated, locked. He could have easily forcedit, but preferred a more expeditious mode of reaching the roof whichsuggested itself to him. Mounting the door he had last opened, he placedhis hands on the wall above, and quickly drew himself up. 

Just as he got on the roof of the prison, St. Sepulchre's clock struckeight. It was instantly answered by the deep note of St. Paul's; and theconcert was prolonged by other neighbouring churches. Jack had thus beensix hours in accomplishing his arduous task. 

Though nearly dark, there was still light enough left to enable him todiscern surrounding objects. Through the gloom he distinctly perceivedthe dome of St. Paul's, hanging like a black cloud in the air; andnearer to him he remarked the golden ball on the summit of the Collegeof Physicians, compared by Garth to a "gilded pill. " Other towers andspires--St. Martin's on Ludgate-hill, and Christchurch in NewgateStreet, were also distinguishable. As he gazed down into the courts ofthe prison, he could not help shuddering, lest a false step mightprecipitate him below. 

To prevent the recurrence of any such escape as that just described, itwas deemed expedient, in more recent times, to keep a watchman at thetop of Newgate. Not many years ago, two men, employed on this duty, quarrelled during the night, and in the morning their bodies were foundstretched upon the pavement of the yard beneath. 

Proceeding along the wall, Jack reached the southern tower, over thebattlements of which he clambered, and crossing it, dropped upon theroof of the gate. He then scaled the northern tower, and made his way tothe summit of that part of the prison which fronted Giltspur Street. Arrived at the extremity of the building, he found that it overlookedthe flat-roof of a house which, as far as he could judge in thedarkness, lay at a depth of about twenty feet below. 

Not choosing to hazard so great a fall, Jack turned to examine thebuilding, to see whether any more favourable point of descent presenteditself, but could discover nothing but steep walls, without a singleavailable projection. As he looked around, he beheld an incessant streamof passengers hurrying on below. Lights glimmered in the windows of thedifferent houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post onhis way to Snow Hill. 

Finding it impossible to descend on any side, without incurring seriousrisk, Jack resolved to return for his blanket, by the help of which hefelt certain of accomplishing a safe landing on the roof of the house inGiltspur Street. 

Accordingly, he began to retrace his steps, and pursuing the course hehad recently taken, scaling the two towers, and passing along the wallof the prison, he descended by means of the door upon the Lower Leads. Before he re-entered the prison, he hesitated from a doubt whether hewas not fearfully increasing his risk of capture; but, convinced that hehad no other alternative, he went on. 

During all this time, he had never quitted the iron bar, and he nowgrasped it with the firm determination of selling his life dearly, if hemet with any opposition. A few seconds sufficed to clear the passage, through which it had previously cost him more than two hours to forcehis way. The floor was strewn with screws, nails, fragments of wood andstone, and across the passage lay the heavy iron fillet. He did notdisturb any of this litter, but left it as a mark of his prowess. 

He was now at the entrance of the chapel, and striking the door overwhich he had previously climbed a violent blow with the bar, it flewopen. To vault over the pews was the work of a moment; and having gainedthe entry leading to the Red Room he passed through the first door; hisprogress being only impeded by the pile of broken stones, which hehimself had raised. 

Listening at one of the doors leading to the Master Debtors' side, heheard a loud voice chanting a Bacchanalian melody, and the boisterouslaughter that accompanied the song, convinced him that no suspicion wasentertained in this quarter. Entering the Red Room, he crept through thehole in the wall, descended the chimney, and arrived once more in hisold place of captivity. 

How different were his present feelings compared with those he hadexperienced on quitting it. _Then_, though full of confidence, he halfdoubted his power of accomplishing his designs. _Now_, he _had_ achievedthem, and felt assured of success. The vast heap of rubbish on the floorhad been so materially increased by the bricks and plaster thrown downin his attack upon the wall of the Red Room, that it was with somedifficulty he could find the blanket which was almost buried beneath thepile. He next searched for his stockings and shoes, and when found, putthem on. 

While he was thus employed, his nerves underwent a severe shock. A fewbricks, dislodged probably by his last descent, came clattering down thechimney, and as it was perfectly dark, gave him the notion that some onewas endeavouring to force an entrance into the room. 

But these fears, like those he had recently experienced, speedilyvanished, and he prepared to return to the roof, congratulating himselfthat owing to the opportune falling of the bricks, he had in allprobability escaped serious injury. 

Throwing the blanket over his left arm and shouldering the iron bar, heagain clambered up the chimney; regained the Red Room; hurried along thefirst passage; crossed the Chapel; threaded the entry to the LowerLeads; and, in less than ten minutes after quitting the Castle, hadreached the northern extremity of the prison. 

Previously to his descent he had left the nail and spike on the wall, and with these he fastened the blanket to the stone coping. This done, he let himself carefully down by it, and having only a few feet to drop, alighted in safety. 

Having now fairly got out of Newgate for the second time, with a heartthrobbing with exultation, he hastened to make good his escape. To hisgreat joy he found a small garret-door in the roof of the opposite houseopen. He entered it; crossed the room, in which there was only a smalltruckle-bed, over which he stumbled; opened another door and gained thestair-head. As he was about to descend his chains slightly rattled. "Oh, lud! what's that?" exclaimed a female voice, from an adjoining room. "Only the dog, " replied the rough tones of a man. 

Securing the chain in the best way he could, Jack then hurried down twopair of stairs, and had nearly reached the lobby, when a door suddenlyopened, and two persons appeared, one of whom held a light. Retreatingas quickly as he could, Jack opened the first door he came to, entered aroom, and searching in the dark for some place of concealment, fortunately discovered a skreen, behind which he crept. 

CHAPTER XXI. 

What befell Jack Sheppard in the Turner's House. 

Jack was scarcely concealed when the door opened, and the two persons ofwhom he had caught a glimpse below entered the room. What was hisastonishment to recognise in the few words they uttered the voices ofKneebone and Winifred! The latter was apparently in great distress, andthe former seemed to be using his best efforts to relieve her anxiety. 

"How very fortunate it is, " he observed, "that I happened to call uponMr. Bird, the turner, to give him an order this evening. It was quite anunexpected pleasure to meet you and your worthy father. "

"Pray cease these compliments, " returned Winifred, "and, if you have anycommunication to make, do not delay it. You told me just now that youwished to speak a few words to me in private, concerning Thames Darrell, and for that purpose I have left my father below with Mr. Bird and havecome hither. What have you got to say?"

"Too much, " replied Kneebone, shaking his head; "sadly too much. "

"Do not needlessly alarm me, I beseech you, " replied Winifred. "Whateveryour intelligence may be I will strive to bear it. But do not awaken myapprehension, unless you have good cause for so doing. --What do you knowof Thames?--Where is he?"

"Don't agitate yourself, dearest girl, " rejoined the woollen-draper; "orI shall never be able to commence my relation. "

"I am calm--perfectly calm, " replied Winifred. "Pray, make no furthermystery; but tell me all without reserve. "

"Since you require it, I must obey, " replied Kneebone; "but prepareyourself for a terrible shock. "

"For mercy's sake, go on!" cried Winifred. 

"At all hazards then then you shall know the truth, " replied thewoollen-draper, in a tone of affected solicitude, --"but are you reallyprepared?"

"Quite--quite!" replied Winifred. "This suspense is worse than torture. "

"I am almost afraid to utter it, " said Kneebone; "but Thames Darrell ismurdered. "

"Murdered!" ejaculated Winifred. 

"Basely and inhumanly murdered, by Jack Sheppard and Blueskin, "continued Kneebone. 

"Oh! no--no--no, " cried Winifred, "I cannot believe it. You must bemisinformed, Mr. Kneebone. Jack may be capable of much that is wicked, but he would never lift his hand against his friend, --of that I amassured. "

"Generous girl!" cried Jack from behind the skreen. 

"I have proofs to the contrary, " replied Kneebone. "The murder wascommitted after the robbery of my house by Sheppard and his accomplices. I did not choose to mention my knowledge of this fact to your worthyfather; but you may rely on its correctness. "

"You were right not to mention it to him, " rejoined Winifred, "for he isin such a state of distress at the mysterious disappearance of Mrs. Sheppard, that I fear any further anxiety might prove fatal to him. Andyet I know not--for the object of his visit here to-night was to serveJack, who, if your statement is correct, which I cannot however for amoment believe, does not deserve his assistance. "

"You may rest assured he does not, " rejoined Kneebone, emphatically, "but I am at a loss to understand in what way your father proposes toassist him. "

"Mr. Bird, the turner, who is an old friend of our's, has someacquaintance with the turnkeys of Newgate, " replied Winifred, "and byhis means my father hoped to convey some implements to Jack, by which hemight effect another escape. "

"I see, " remarked Kneebone. "This must be prevented, " he added tohimself. 

"Heaven grant you may have been wrongly informed with respect toThames!" exclaimed Winifred; "but, I beseech you, on no account tomention what you have told me to my poor father. He is not in a state ofmind to bear it. "

"Rely on me, " rejoined Kneebone. "One word before we part, adorablegirl--only one, " he continued, detaining her. "I would not venture torenew my suit while Thames lived, because I well knew your affectionswere fixed upon him. But now that this bar is removed, I trust I may, without impropriety, urge it. "

"No more of this, " said Winifred, angrily. "Is this a season to speak onsuch a subject?"

"Perhaps not, " rejoined the woollen-draper; "but the uncontrollableviolence of my passion must plead my excuse. My whole life shall bedevoted to you, beloved girl. And when you reflect how much at heartyour poor mother, whose loss we must ever deplore, had our union, youwill, I am persuaded, no longer refuse me. "

"Sir!" exclaimed Winifred. 

"You will make me the happiest of mankind, " cried the woollen-draper, falling on his knees, and seizing her hand, which he devoured withkisses. 

"Let me go, " cried Winifred. "I disbelieve the whole story you have toldme. "

"By Heaven!" cried Kneebone, with increasing fervour, "it is true--astrue as my affection for you. "

"I do not doubt it, " retorted Winifred, scornfully; "because I attachcredit neither to one nor the other. If Thames _is_ murdered, you arehis assassin. Let me go, Sir. "

The woollen-draper made no answer, but hastily starting up, bolted thedoor. 

"What do you mean?" cried Winifred in alarm. 

"Nothing more than to obtain a favourable answer to my suit, " repliedKneebone. 

"This is not the way to obtain it, " said Winifred, endeavouring to reachthe door. 

"You shall not go, adorable girl, " cried Kneebone, catching her in hisarms, "till you have answered me. You must--you shall be mine. "

"Never, " replied Winifred. "Release me instantly, or I will call myfather. "

"Do so, " replied Kneebone; "but remember the door is locked. "

"Monster!" cried Winifred. "Help! help!"

"You call in vain, " returned Kneebone. 

"Not so, " replied Jack, throwing down the skreen. "Release herinstantly, villain!"

Both Winifred and her suitor started at this sudden apparition. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly palefrom his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a livingperson. 

"In the devil's name, is that you, Jack!" ejaculated Kneebone. 

"It is, " replied Sheppard. "You have uttered a wilful and deliberatefalsehood in asserting that I have murdered Thames, for whom you wellknow I would lay down my life. Retract your words instantly, or take theconsequences. "

"What should I retract, villain?" cried the woollen-draper, who at thesound of Jack's voice had regained his confidence. "To the best of mybelief, Thames Darrell has been murdered by you. "

"A lie!" exclaimed Jack in a terrible tone. And before Kneebone coulddraw his sword, he felled him to the ground with the iron bar. 

"You have killed him, " cried Winifred in alarm. 

"No, " answered Jack, approaching her, "though, if I had done so, hewould have merited his fate. You do not believe his statement?"

"I do not, " replied Winifred. "I could not believe you capable of sofoul a deed. But oh! by what wonderful chance have you come hither soseasonably?"

"I have just escaped from Newgate, " replied Jack; "and am more thanrepaid for the severe toil I have undergone, in being able to save you. But tell me, " he added with much anxiety, "has nothing been heard ofThames since the night of my former escape?"

"Nothing whatever, " answered Winifred. "He left Dollis Hill at teno'clock on that night, and has not since returned. My father has madeevery possible inquiry, and offered large rewards; but has not been ableto discover the slightest trace of him. His suspicions at first fellupon you. But he has since acquitted you of any share in it. "

"Oh, Heaven!" exclaimed Jack. 

"He has been indefatigable in his search, " continued Winifred, "and haseven journeyed to Manchester. But though he visited Sir RowlandTrenchard's seat, Ashton Hall, he could gain no tidings of him, or ofhis uncle, Sir Rowland, who, it seems, has left the country. "

"Never to return, " remarked Jack, gloomily. "Before to-morrow morning Iwill ascertain what has become of Thames, or perish in the attempt. Andnow tell me what has happened to my poor mother?"

"Ever since your last capture, and Thames's mysterious disappearance, she has been dreadfully ill, " replied Winifred; "so ill, that each daywas expected to be her last. She has also been afflicted with occasionalreturns of her terrible malady. On Tuesday night, she was rather better, and I had left her for a short time, as I thought, asleep on the sofa inthe little parlour of which she is so fond--"

"Well, " exclaimed Jack. 

"On my return, I found the window open, and the room vacant. She wasgone. "

"Did you discover any trace of footsteps?" inquired Jack eagerly. 

"There were some marks near the window; but whether recently made or notcould not be ascertained, " replied Winifred. 

"Oh God!" exclaimed Jack, in a tone of the bitterest anguish. "My worstfears are realized. She is in Wild's power. "

"I ought to add, " continued Winifred, "that one of her shoes was pickedup in the garden, and that prints of her feet were discovered along thesoft mould; whether made in flying from any one, or from rushing forthin distracted terror, it is impossible to say. My father thought thelatter. He has had the whole country searched; but hitherto withoutsuccess. "

"I know _where_ she will be found, and _how_, " rejoined Jack with ashudder. 

"I have something further to tell you, " pursued Winifred. "Shortlyafter your last visit to Dollis Hill, my father was one evening waylaidby a man, who informed him that he had something to communicaterespecting Thames, and had a large sum of money, and some importantdocuments to deliver to him, which would be given up, provided he wouldundertake to procure your liberation. "

"It was Blueskin, " observed Jack. 

"So my father thought, " replied Winifred; "and he therefore instantlyfired upon him. But though the shot took effect, as was evident from thestains on the ground, the villain escaped. "

"Your father did right, " replied Jack, with some bitterness. "But if hehad not fired that shot, he might have saved Thames, and possessedhimself of papers which would have established his birth, and his rightto the estates of the Trenchard family. "

"Would you have had him spare my mother's murderer?" cried Winifred. 

"Ho, no, " replied Jack. "And yet--but it is only part of the chain ofill-luck that seems wound around me. Listen to me, Winifred. "

And he hastily related the occurrences in Jonathan Wild's house. 

The account of the discovery of Sir Rowland's murder filled Winifredwith alarm; but when she learnt what had befallen Thames--how he hadbeen stricken down by the thief-taker's bludgeon, and left for dead, sheuttered a piercing scream, fainted, and would have fallen, if Jack hadnot caught her in his arms. 

Jack had well-nigh fallen too. The idea that he held in his arms thegirl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he stillretained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him. Gazingat her with eyes blinded with tears, he imprinted one brotherly kissupon her lips. It was the first--and the last!

At this juncture, the handle of the door was tried, and the voice of Mr. Wood was heard without, angrily demanding admittance. 

"What's the matter?" he cried. "I thought I heard a scream. Why is thedoor fastened? Open it directly!"

"Are you alone?" asked Jack, mimicking the voice of Kneebone. 

"What for?" demanded Wood. "Open the door, I say, or I'll burst itopen. "

Carefully depositing Winifred on a sofa, Jack then extinguished thelight, and, as he unfastened the door, crept behind it. In rushed Mr. Wood, with a candle in his hand, which Jack instantly blew out, anddarted down stairs. He upset some one--probably Mr. Bird, --who wasrushing up stairs, alarmed by Mr. Wood's cries: but, regardless of this, he darted along a passage, gained the shop, and passed through an opendoor into the street. 

And thus he was once more free, having effected one of the mostwonderful escapes ever planned or accomplished. 

CHAPTER XXII. 

Fast and Loose. 

About seven o'clock on the same night, Jonathan Wild's two janizaries, who had been for some time in attendance in the hall of his dwelling atthe Old Bailey, were summoned to the audience-chamber. A long and secretconference then took place between the thief-taker and his myrmidons, after which they were severally dismissed. 

Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the secret stairs. Taking the opposite course from that whichhe had hitherto pursued when it has been necessary to attend him in hisvisits to the lower part of his premises, he struck into a narrowpassage on the right, which he tracked till he came to a small door, like the approach to a vault. Unlocking it, he entered the chamber, which by no means belied its external appearance. 

On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. Holding the lampover her rigid but beautiful features, Jonathan, with some anxiety, placed his hand upon her breast to ascertain whether the heart stillbeat. Satisfied with his scrutiny, he produced a pocket-flask, andtaking off the silver cup with which it was mounted, filled it with thecontents of the flask, and then seizing the thin arm of the sleeper, rudely shook it. Opening her large black eyes, she fixed them upon himfor a moment with a mixture of terror and loathing, and then averted hergaze. 

"Drink this, " cried Jonathan, handing her the cup. "You'll feel betterafter it. "

Mechanically raising the potion to her lips, the poor creature swallowedit without hesitation. 

"Is it poison?" she asked. 

"No, " replied Jonathan, with a brutal laugh. "I'm not going to get ridof you just yet. It's gin--a liquor you used to like. You'll find thebenefit of it by and by. You've a good deal to go through to-night. "

"Ah!" exclaimed Mrs. Sheppard, "are you come to renew your terribleproposals?"

"I'm come to execute my threats, " replied Wild. "To-night you shall bemy wedded wife. "

"I will die first, " replied Mrs. Sheppard. 

"You may die _afterwards_ as soon as you please, " retorted Jonathan;"but live till then you _shall_. I've sent for the priest. "

"Mercy!" cried Mrs. Sheppard, vainly trying to discover a gleam ofcompassion in the thief-taker's inexorable countenance, --"Mercy! mercy!"

"Pshaw!" rejoined Jonathan. "You should be glad to be made an honestwoman. "

"Oh! let me die, " groaned the widow. "I have not many days, --perhaps, not many hours to live. But kill me rather than commit this outrage. "

"That wouldn't answer my purpose, " replied Jonathan, savagely. "I didn'tcarry you off from old Wood to kill you, but to wed you. "

"What motive can you have for so vile a deed?" asked Mrs. Sheppard. 

"You know my motive well enough, " answered Jonathan. "However, I'llrefresh your memory. I once might have married you for your beauty, --nowI marry you for your wealth. "

"My wealth, " replied Mrs. Sheppard. "I have nothing. "

"You are heiress to the Trenchard property, " rejoined Jonathan, "one ofthe largest estates in Lancashire. "

"Not while Thames Darrell and Sir Rowland live. "

"Sir Rowland is dead, " replied Jonathan, gloomily. "Thames Darrell onlywaits my mandate to follow him. Before our marriage there will be nolife between you and the estates. "

"Ah!" exclaimed Mrs. Sheppard. 

"Look here, " cried Jonathan, stooping down and taking hold of a ring inthe floor, with which by a great effort he raised up a flag. "In thispit, " he added, pointing to the chasm below, "your brother is buried. Here your nephew will speedily be thrown. "

"Horrible!" cried Mrs. Sheppard, shuddering violently. "But yourdreadful projects will recoil on your own head. Heaven will not permitthe continuance of such wickedness as you practise. "

"I'll take my chance, " replied Jonathan, with a sinister smile. "Myschemes have succeeded tolerably well hitherto. "

"A day of retribution will assuredly arrive, " rejoined Mrs. Sheppard. 

"Till then, I shall remain content, " returned Wild. "And now, Mrs. Sheppard, attend to what I'm about to say to you. Years ago, when youwere a girl and in the bloom of your beauty, I loved you. "

"Loved me! _You_!"

"I loved you, " continued Jonathan, "and struck by your appearance, whichseemed above your station, inquired your history, and found you had beenstolen by a gipsy in Lancashire. I proceeded to Manchester, toinvestigate the matter further, and when there ascertained, beyond adoubt, that you were the eldest daughter of Sir Montacute Trenchard. This discovery made, I hastened back to London to offer you my hand, butfound you had married in the mean time a smock-faced, smooth-tonguedcarpenter named Sheppard. The important secret remained locked in mybreast, but I resolved to be avenged. I swore I would bring your husbandto the gallows, --would plunge you in such want, such distress, that youshould have no alternative but the last frightful resource ofmisery, --and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share thesame fate as his father. "

"And terribly you have kept your vow, " replied Mrs. Sheppard. 

"I have, " replied Jonathan. "But I am now coming to the point which mostconcerns you. Consent to become my wife, and do not compel me to haverecourse to violence to effect my purpose, and I will spare your son. "

Mrs. Sheppard looked fixedly at him, as if she would penetrate thegloomy depth of his soul. 

"Swear that you will do this, " she cried. 

"I swear it, " rejoined Jonathan, readily. 

"But what is an oath to you!" cried the widow, distrustfully. "You willnot hesitate to break it, if it suits your purpose. I have suffered toomuch from your treachery. I will not trust you. "

"As you please, " replied Jonathan, sternly. "Recollect you are in mypower. Jack's life hangs on your determination. "

"What shall I do?" cried Mrs. Sheppard, in a voice of agony. 

"Save him, " replied Jonathan. "You _can_ do so. "

"Bring him here, --let me see him--let me embrace him--let me be assuredthat he is safe, and I am yours. I swear it. "

"Hum!" exclaimed Jonathan. 

"You hesitate--you are deceiving me. "

"By my soul, no, " replied Jonathan, with affected sincerity. "You shallsee him to-morrow. "

"Delay the marriage till then. I will never consent till I see him. "

"Yon ask impossibilities, " replied Jonathan, sullenly. "All is prepared. The marriage cannot--shall not be delayed. Yon must be mine to-night. "

"Force shall not make me yours till Jack is free, " replied the widow, resolutely. 

"An hour hence, I shall return with the priest, " replied Jonathan, striding towards the door. 

And, with a glance of malignant exultation, he quitted the vault, andlocked the door. 

"An hour hence, I shall be beyond your malice, " said Mrs. Sheppard, sinking backwards upon the pallet. 

CHAPTER XXIII. 

The last Meeting between Jack Sheppard and his Mother. 

After escaping from the turner's house, Jack Sheppard skirted St. Sepulchre's church, and hurrying down Snow Hill, darted into the firstturning on the left. Traversing Angel Court, and Green ArbourCourt, --celebrated as one of Goldsmith's retreats, --he speedily reachedSeacoal Lane, and pursuing the same course, which he and Thames hadformerly taken, arrived at the yard at the back of Jonathan'shabitation. 

A door, it may be remembered, opened from Wild's dwelling into thisyard. Before he forced an entrance, Jack tried it, and, to his greatsurprise and delight, found it unfastened. Entering the house, he foundhimself in a narrow passage leading to the back stairs. He had not takenmany steps when he perceived Quilt Arnold in the upper gallery, with alamp in his hand. Hearing a noise below, Quilt called out, supposing itoccasioned by the Jew. Jack hastily retreated, and taking the firstmeans of concealment that occurred to him, descended the cellar steps. 

Quilt, meanwhile, came down, examined the door, and finding it unfastened, locked it with a bitter imprecation on his brother-janizary's carelessness. This done, he followed the course which Jack had just taken. As hecrossed the cellar, he passed so near to Jack who had concealed himselfbehind a piece of furniture that he almost touched him. It was Jack'sintention to have knocked him down with the iron bar; but he was sostruck with the janizary's looks, that he determined to spare him tillhe had ascertained his purpose. With this view, he suffered him to passon. 

Quilt's manner, indeed, was that of a man endeavouring to muster upsufficient resolution for the commission of some desperate crime. Hehalted, --looked fearfully around, --stopped again, and exclaimed aloud, "I don't like the job; and yet it must be done, or Mr. Wild will hangme. " With this, he appeared to pluck up his courage, and stepped forwardmore boldly. 

"Some dreadful deed is about to be committed, which I may perhapsprevent, " muttered Jack to himself. "Heaven grant I may not be toolate!"

Followed by Jack Sheppard, who kept sufficiently near him to watch hisproceedings, and yet not expose himself, Quilt unlocked one or two doorswhich he left open, and after winding his way along a gloomy passage, arrived at the door of a vault. Here he set down the lamp, and took outa key, and as he did so the expression of his countenance was soatrocious, that Jack felt assured he was not wrong in his suspicions. 

By this time, the door was unlocked, and drawing his sword, Quiltentered the cell. The next moment, an exclamation was heard in the voiceof Thames. Darting forward at this sound, Jack threw open the door, andbeheld Quilt kneeling over Thames, who'se hands and feet were bound withcords, and about to plunge his sword into his breast. A blow from theiron bar instantly stretched the ruffian on the floor. Jack thenproceeded to liberate the captive from his bondage. 

"Jack!" exclaimed Thames. "Is it you?"

"It is, " replied Sheppard, as he untied the cords. "I might return thequestion. Were it not for your voice, I don't think I should know you. You are greatly altered. "

Captivity had, indeed, produced a striking alteration in Thames. Helooked like the shadow of himself--thin, feeble, hollow-eyed--his beardunshorn--nothing could be more miserable. 

"I have never been out of this horrible dungeon since we last met, " hesaid; "though how long ago that is, I scarcely know. Night and day havebeen alike to me. "

"Six weeks have elapsed since that fatal night, " replied Jack. "Duringthe whole of that time I have been a close prisoner in Newgate, whence Ihave only just escaped. "

"Six weeks!" exclaimed Thames, in a melancholy tone. "It seems like sixlong months to me. "

"I do not doubt it, " returned Jack; "none but those who have experiencedit can understand the miseries of imprisonment. "

"Do not speak of it, " rejoined Thames, with a look of horror. "Let usfly from this frightful place. "

"I will conduct you to the outlet, " replied Jack; "but I cannot leave ittill I have ascertained whether my mother also is a prisoner here. "

"I can answer that, " replied Thames. "She is. The monster, Wild, when hevisited my dungeon last night, told me, to add to my misery, that sheoccupied a cell near me. "

"Arm yourself with that ruffian's weapons, " replied Jack, "and let ussearch for her. "

Thames complied. But he was so feeble, that it seemed scarcely possiblehe could offer any effectual resistance in case of an attack. 

"Lean on me, " said Jack. 

Taking the light, they then proceeded along the passage. There was noother door in it, and Jack therefore struck into another entry whichbranched off to the right. They had not proceeded far when a low moanwas heard. 

"She is here, " cried Jack, darting forward. 

A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother wasimmured. It was locked. Jack had brought away the bunch of keys which hehad taken from Quilt Arnold, but, none of them would open it. He wastherefore obliged to use the iron bar, which he did with as much cautionas circumstances would permit. At the first blow, Mrs. Sheppard uttereda piercing scream. 

"Wretch!" she cried, "you shall not force me to your hateful purpose. Iwill never wed you. I have a weapon--a knife--and if you attempt to openthe door, will plunge it to my heart. "

"Oh God!" exclaimed Jack, paralysed by her cries. "What shall I do? If Ipersist, I shall destroy her. "

"Get hence, " continued Mrs. Sheppard, with a frenzied laugh. "You shallnever behold me alive. "

"Mother!" cried Jack, in a broken voice. "It is your son. "

"It is false, " cried Mrs. Sheppard. "Think not to deceive me, monster. Iknow my son's voice too well. He is in Newgate. Hence!"

"Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, in a voice, the tones of which werealtered by his very anxiety to make them distinct, "listen to me. I havebroken from prison, and am come to save you. "

"It is _not_ Jack's voice, " rejoined Mrs. Sheppard. "I am not to bedeceived. The knife is at my breast. Stir a foot, and I strike. "

"Oh Heavens!" cried Jack, driven to his wits' end. "Mother--dear mother!Once again, I beseech you to listen to me. I am come to rescue you fromWild's violence. I must break open the door. Hold your hand for amoment. "

"You have heard my fixed determination, villain, " cried Mrs. Sheppard. "I know my life is valuable to you, or you would not spare it. But Iwill disappoint you. Get you gone. Your purposes are defeated. "

"Footsteps are approaching, " cried Thames. "Heed her not. It is but awild threat. "

"I know not how to act, " exclaimed Jack, almost driven to desperation. 

"I hear you plotting with your wicked associates, " cried Mrs. Sheppard. "I have baffled you. "

"Force the door, " said Thames, "or you will be too late. "

"Better she die by her own hand, than by that monster's, " cried Jack, brandishing the bar. "Mother, I come to you. "

With this, he struck the door a heavy blow. 

He listened. There was a deep groan, and the sound of a fall within. 

"I have killed her, " exclaimed Jack, dropping the bar, --"by your advice, Thames. Oh God! pardon me. "

"Do not delay, " cried Thames. "She may yet be saved. I am too weak toaid you. "

Jack again seized the bar, and, dashing it furiously against the door, speedily burst it open. 

The unfortunate woman was stretched upon the floor, with a bloody knifein her hand. 

"Mother!" cried Jack, springing towards her. 

"Jack!" she cried, raising her head. "Is it you?"

"It is, " replied her son, "Oh! why would you not listen to me?"

"I was distracted, " replied Mrs. Sheppard, faintly. 

"I have killed you, " cried Jack, endeavouring to staunch the effusion ofblood from her breast. "Forgive--forgive me!"

"I have nothing to forgive, " replied Mrs. Sheppard. "I alone am toblame. "

"Can I not carry you where you can obtain help?" cried Jack in a agonyof distress. 

"It is useless, " replied Mrs. Sheppard: "nothing can save me. I diehappy--quite happy in beholding you. Do not remain with me. You may fallinto the hands of your enemy. Fly! fly!"

"Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself, " cried Jack, in an agonyof tears. 

"You have always been, far dearer to me than myself, " replied Mrs. Sheppard. "But I have one last request to make. Let me lie in Willesdenchurchyard. "

"You shall--you shall, " answered Jack. 

"We shall meet again ere long, my son, " cried Mrs. Sheppard, fixing herglazing eyes upon him. 

"Oh God! she is dying, " exclaimed Jack in a voice suffocated by emotion. "Forgive me--oh, forgive me!"

"Forgive you--bless you!" she gasped. 

A cold shiver ran through her frame, and her gentle spirit passed awayfor ever. 

"Oh, God! that I might die too, " cried Jack, falling on his knees besideher. 

After the first violent outbreak of grief had in some degree subsided, Thames addressed him. 

"You must not remain here, " he said. "You can render no further serviceto your poor mother. "

"I can avenge her, " cried Jack in a terrible tone. 

"Be ruled by me, " returned Thames. "You will act most in accordance withher wishes, could she dictate them, by compliance. Do not waste time invain regrets, but let us remove the body, that we may fulfil her lastinjunctions. "

After some further arguments, Jack assented to this proposal. 

"Go on first with the light, " he said. "I will bear the body. " And heraised it in his arms. 

Just as they reached the end of the passage, they heard the voices ofJonathan and the Jew in Thames's late place of confinement. Wild hadevidently discovered the body of Quilt Arnold, and was loudly expressinghis anger and astonishment. 

"Extinguish the light, " cried Jack; "turn to the left. Quick! Quick!"

The order was only just given in time. They had scarcely gained theadjoining cellar when Jonathan and the Jew rushed past in the directionof the vault. 

"Not a moment is to be lost, " cried Jack: "follow me. "

So saying, he hurried up stairs, opened the back door, and was quicklyin the yard. Having ascertained that Thames was at his heels, hehurried with his ghastly burthen down Seacoal Lane. 

"Where are you going?" cried Thames, who, though wholly disencumbered, was scarcely able to keep up with him. 

"I know not--and care not, " replied Jack. 

At this moment, a coach passed them, and was instantly hailed by Thames. 

"You had better let me convey her to Dollis Hill, " he said. 

"Be it so, " replied Jack. 

Luckily it was so dark, and there was no lamp near, that the man did notnotice the condition of the body, which was placed in the vehicle by thetwo young men. 

"What will you do?" asked Thames. 

"Leave me to my fate, " rejoined Jack. "Take care of your charge. "

"Doubt me not, " replied Thames. 

"Bury her in Willesden churchyard, as she requested, on Sunday, " saidJack. "I will be there at the time. "

So saying, he closed the door. 

The coachman having received his order, and being offered an extra fareif he drove quickly, set off at full speed. 

As Jack departed, a dark figure, emerging from behind a wall, rushedafter him. 

CHAPTER XXIV. 

The Pursuit. 

After running to some distance down Seacoal Lane, Jack stopped to give alast look at the vehicle which was bearing away the remains of hisbeloved and ill-fated mother. It was scarcely out of sight, when twopersons, whom, he instantly recognised as Jonathan and Abraham Mendez, turned the corner of the street, and made it evident from their shouts, that they likewise perceived him. 

Starting off at a rapid pace, Jack dashed down Turnagain-lane, skirtedthe eastern bank of Fleet-ditch, crossed Holborn Bridge, and began toascend the neighbouring hill. By the time he had reached St. Andrew'sChurch, his pursuers had gained the bridge, and the attention of suchpassengers as crowded the streets was attracted towards him by theirvociferations. Amongst others, the watchman whose box was placed againstthe churchyard wall, near the entrance to Shoe-lane, rushed out andsprung his rattle, which was immediately answered by another rattle fromHolborn-bars. 

Darting down Field-lane, Jack struck into a labyrinth of streets on theleft; but though he ran as swiftly as he could, he was not unperceived. His course had been observed by the watchman, who directed Wild whichway to take. 

"It is Jack Sheppard, the noted housebreaker, " cried Jonathan, at thetop of his sonorous voice. "He has just broken out of Newgate. Afterhim! A hundred pounds to the man who takes him. "

Sheppard's name operated like magic on the crowd. The cry was echoed bytwenty different voices. People ran out of their shops to join thepursuit; and, by the time Wild had got into Field-lane, he had a troopof fifty persons at his heels--all eager to assist in the capture. 

"Stop thief!" roared Jonathan, who perceived the fugitive hurrying alonga street towards Hatton Garden. "It is Sheppard--Jack Sheppard--stophim!" And his shouts were reiterated by the pack of bloodhounds at hisheels. 

Jack, meanwhile, heard, the shouts, and, though alarmed by them, held ona steady course. By various twistings and turnings, during all whichtime his pursuers, who were greatly increased in numbers, kept him inview, he reached Gray's-Inn-lane. Here he was hotly pursued. Fatigued byhis previous exertions, and incumbered by his fetters, he was by nomeans--though ordinarily remarkably swift of foot--a match for his foes, who were fast gaining upon him. 

At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampsteadcoach-office; and, on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys was collected in the yard. Hearingthe distant shouts, these fellows rushed down to the entrance of thecourt, and arrived there just as Jack passed it. "Stop thief!" roaredJonathan. "Stop thief!" clamoured the rabble behind. 

At no loss to comprehend that Jack was the individual pointed out bythese outcries, two of the nearest of the group made a dash at him. ButJack eluded their grasp. A large dog was then set at him by astable-boy; but, striking the animal with his faithful iron-bar, hespeedily sent him yelping back. The two hostlers, however, kept close athis heels; and Jack, whose strength began to flag, feared he could nothold much longer. Determined, however, not be taken with life, he heldon. 

Still keeping ahead of his pursuers, he ran along the direct road, tillthe houses disappeared and he got into the open country. Here he waspreparing to leap over the hedge into the fields on the left, when hewas intercepted by two horsemen, who, hearing the shouts, rode up andstruck at him with the butt-ends of their heavy riding-whips. Wardingoff the blows as well as he could with the bar, Jack struck both thehorses on the head, and the animals plunged so violently, that they notonly prevented their riders from assailing him, but also kept off thehostlers; and, in the confusion that ensued, Jack managed to spring overthe fence, and shaped his course across the field in the direction ofSir John Oldcastle's. 

The stoppage had materially lessened the distance between him and hispursuers, who now amounted to more than a hundred persons, many of whomcarried lanterns and links. Ascertaining that it was Sheppard of whomthis concourse was in pursuit, the two horsemen leapt the hedge, andwere presently close upon him. Like a hare closely pressed, Jackattempted to double, but the device only brought him nearer his foes, who were crossing the field in every direction, and rending the air withtheir shouts. The uproar was tremendous--men yelling--dogs barking, --butabove all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on. Jack was so harrassed that he felt half inclined to stand at bay. 

While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, headforemost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. This fall saved him, for the horsemen passed over him. Creeping alongquickly on his hands and knees, he found the entrance to a covereddrain, into which he crept. He was scarcely concealed when he heard thehorsemen, who perceived they had overshot their mark, ride back. 

By this time, Jonathan and the vast mob attending him, had come up, andthe place was rendered almost as light as day by the links. 

"He must be somewhere hereabouts, " cried one of the horsemen, dismounting. "We were close upon him when he suddenly disappeared. "

Jonathan made no answer, but snatching a torch from a bystander, jumpedinto the trench and commenced a diligent search. Just as he had arrivedat the mouth of the drain, and Jack felt certain he must be discovered, a loud shout was raised from the further end of the field that thefugitive was caught. All the assemblage, accompanied by Jonathan, setoff in this direction, when it turned out that the supposed housebreakerwas a harmless beggar, who had been found asleep under a hedge. 

Jonathan's vexation at the disappointment was expressed in the bitterestimprecations, and he returned as speedily as he could to the trench. Buthe had now lost the precise spot; and thinking he had examined thedrain, turned his attention to another quarter. 

Meanwhile, the excitement of the chase had in some degree subsided. Thecrowd dispersed in different directions, and most fortunately a heavyshower coming on, put them altogether to flight. Jonathan, however, still lingered. He seemed wholly insensible to the rain, though itpresently descended in torrents, and continued his search as ardently asbefore. 

After occupying himself thus for the best part of an hour, he thoughtJack must have given him the slip. Still, his suspicions were so strong, that he ordered Mendez to remain on guard near the spot all night, and, by the promise of a large reward induced two other men to keep himcompany. 

As he took his departure, he whispered to the Jew: "Take him dead oralive; but if we fail now, and you heard him aright in Seacoal Lane, weare sure of him at his mother's funeral on Sunday. "

CHAPTER XXV. 

How Jack Sheppard got rid of his Irons. 

About an hour after this, Jack ventured to emerge from his place ofconcealment. It was still raining heavily, and profoundly dark. Drenchedto the skin, --in fact, he had been lying in a bed of muddy water, --andchilled to the very bone, he felt so stiff, that he could scarcely move. 

Listening attentively, he fancied he heard the breathing of some onenear him, and moved cautiously in the opposite direction. In spite ofhis care, he came in contact with a man, who, endeavouring to grasp him, cried, in the voice of Mendez, "Who goes dere? Shpeak! or I fire!"

No answer being returned, the Jew instantly discharged his pistol, andthough the shot did no damage, the flash discovered Sheppard. But as thenext moment all was profound darkness, Jack easily managed to break awayfrom them. 

Without an idea where he was going, Jack pursued his way through thefields; and, as he proceeded, the numbness of his limbs in some degreewore off, and his confidence returned. He had need of all theinexhaustible energy of his character to support him through histoilsome walk over the wet grass, or along the slippery ploughed land. At last, he got into a lane, but had not proceeded far when he was againalarmed by the sound of a horse's tread. 

Once more breaking through the hedge he took to the fields. He was nowalmost driven to despair. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in thegrass, he should perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodgingin any asylum, his dress, stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be secured and delivered into the hands ofjustice. And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:--how washe to get rid of them?

Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. Again returning to the mainroad, he passed through Clapton; and turning off on the left, arrived atthe foot of Stamford Hill. He walked on for an hour longer, till hecould scarcely drag one leg after another. At length, he fell down onthe road, fully expecting each moment would prove his last. 

How long he continued thus he scarcely knew; but just before dawn, hemanaged to regain his legs, and, crawling up a bank, perceived he waswithin a quarter of a mile of Tottenham. A short way off in the fieldshe descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived todrag his weary limbs. Opening the door, he found it littered with straw, on which he threw himself, and instantly fell asleep. 

When he awoke it was late in the day, and raining heavily. For some timehe could not stir, but felt sick and exhausted. His legs were dreadfullyswelled; his hands bruised; and his fetters occasioned him intolerablepain. His bodily suffering, however, was nothing compared with hismental anguish. All the events of the previous day rushed to hisrecollection; and though he had been unintentionally the cause of hismother's death, he reproached himself as severely as if he had been heractual murderer. 

"Had I not been the guilty wretch I am, " he cried, bursting into anagony of tears, "she would never have died thus. "

This strong feeling of remorse having found a natural vent, in somedegree subsided, and he addressed himself to his present situation. Rousing himself, he went to the door. It had ceased raining, but theatmosphere was moist and chill, and the ground deluged by the recentshowers. Taking up a couple of large stones which lay near, Jack triedto beat the round basils of the fetters into an oval form, so as toenable him to slip his heels through them. 

While he was thus employed a farming man came into the barn. Jackinstantly started to his feet, and the man, alarmed at his appearance, ran off to a neighbouring house. Before he could return, Jack had madegood his retreat; and, wandering about the lanes and hedges, kept out ofsight as much as possible. 

On examining his pockets, he found about twenty guineas in gold, andsome silver. But how to avail himself of it was the question, for in hispresent garb he was sure to be recognised. When night fell, he creptinto the town of Tottenham. As he passed along the main thoroughfare, heheard his own name pronounced, and found that it was a hawker, crying apenny history of his escapes. A crowd was collected round the fellow, who was rapidly disposing of his stock. 

"Here's the full, true, and particular account of Jack Sheppard's lastastonishing and never-to-be-forgotten escape from the Castle ofNewgate, " bawled the hawker, "with a print of him taken from the life, showing the manner, how he was shackled and handcuffed. Only onepenny--two copies--two pence--thank you, Sir. Here's the----"

"Let me have one, " cried a servant maid, running across the street, andin her haste forgetting to shut the door, --"here's the money. Master andmissis have been talking all day long about Jack Sheppard, and I'm dyingto read his life. "

"Here you have it, my dear, " returned the hawker. "Sold again!"

"If you don't get back quickly, Lucy, " observed a bystander, "JackSheppard will be in the house before you. "

This sally occasioned a general laugh. 

"If Jack would come to my house, I'd contrive to hide him, " remarked abuxom dame. "Poor fellow! I'm glad he has escaped. "

"Jack seems to be a great favourite with the fair sex, " observed asmirking grocer's apprentice. 

"Of course, " rejoined the bystander, who had just spoken, and who was ofa cynical turn, --"the greater the rascal, the better they like him. "

"Here's a particular account of Jack's many robberies and escapes, "roared the hawker, --"how he broke into the house of his master, Mr. Wood, at Dollis Hill--"

"Let me have one, " said a carpenter, who was passing by at themoment, --"Mr. Wood was an old friend of mine--and I recollect seeingJack when he was bound 'prentice to him. "

"A penny, if you please, Sir, " said the hawker. --"Sold again! Here youhave the full, true, and particular account of the barbarous murdercommitted by Jack Sheppard and his associate, Joseph Blake, _alias_Blueskin, upon the body of Mrs. Wood--"

"That's false!" cried a voice behind him. 

The man turned at the exclamation, and so did several of the bystanders;but they could not make out who had uttered it. 

Jack, who had been lingering near the group, now walked on. 

In the middle of the little town stood the shop of a Jew dealer in oldclothes. The owner was at the door unhooking a few articles of wearingapparel which he had exposed outside for sale. Amongst other things, hehad just brought down an old laced bavaroy, a species of surtout muchworn at the period. 

"What do you want fot that coat, friend?" asked Jack, as he came up. 

"More than you'll pay for it, friend, " snuffled the Jew. 

"How do you know that?" rejoined Jack. "Will you take a guinea for it?"

"Double that sum might tempt me, " replied the Jew; "it's a nobleman'scoat, upon my shoul!"

"Here's the money, " replied Jack, taking the coat. 

"Shall I help you on with it, Sir?" replied the Jew, becoming suddenlyrespectful. 

"No, " replied Jack. 

"I half suspect this is a highwayman, " thought the Jew; "he's so readywith his cash. I've some other things inside, Sir, which you might wishto buy, --some pistols. "

Jack was about to comply; but not liking the man's manner, he walked on. 

Further on, there was a small chandler's shop, where Jack observed anold woman seated at the counter, attended by a little girl. Seeingprovisions in the window, Jack ventured in and bought a loaf. Havingsecured this, --for he was almost famished, --he said that he had lost ahammer and wished to purchase one. The old woman told him she had nosuch article to dispose of, but recommended him to a neighbouringblacksmith. 

Guided by the glare of the forge, which threw a stream of ruddy lightacross the road, Jack soon found the place of which he was in search. Entering the workshop, he found the blacksmith occupied in heating thetire of a cart wheel. Suspending his labour on Jack's appearance, theman demanded his business. Making up a similar story to that which hehad told the old woman, he said he wanted to purchase a hammer and afile. 

The man looked hard at him. 

"Answer me one question first?" he said; "I half suspect you're JackSheppard. "

"I am, " replied Jack, without hesitation; for he felt assured from theman's manner that he might confide in him. 

"You're a bold fellow, Jack, " rejoined the blacksmith. "But you've donewell to trust me. I'll take off your irons--for I guess that's thereason why you want the hammer and file--on one condition. "

"What is it?"

"That you give 'em to me. "

"Readily. "

Taking Jack into a shed behind the workshop the smith in a short timefreed him from his fetters. He not only did this, but supplied him withan ointment which allayed the swelling of his limbs, and crowned all byfurnishing him with a jug of excellent ale. 

"I'm afraid, Jack, you'll come to the gallows, " observed the smith;"buth if you do, I'll go to Tyburn to see you. But I'll never part withyour irons. "

Noticing the draggled condition Jack was in, he then fetched him abucket of water, with which Jack cleansed himself as well as he could, and thanking the honest smith, who would take nothing for his trouble, left the shop. 

Having made a tolerably good meal upon the loaf, overcome by fatigue, Jack turned into a barn in Stoke Newington, and slept till late in theday, when he awakened much refreshed. The swelling in his limbs had alsosubsided. It rained heavily all day, so he did not stir forth. 

Towards night, however, he ventured out, and walked on towards London. When he arrived at Hoxton, he found the walls covered with placardsoffering a reward for his apprehension, and he everywhere appeared to bethe general subject of conversation. Prom a knot of idlers at apublic-house, he learnt that Jonathan Wild had just ridden past, andthat his setters were scouring the country in every direction. 

Entering London, he bent his way towards the west-end; and having someknowledge of a secondhand tailor's shop in Rupert Street, proceededthither, and looked out a handsome suit of mourning, with a sword, cloak, and hat, and demanded the price. The man asked twelve guineas, but after a little bargaining, he came down to ten. 

Taking his new purchase under his arm, Jack proceeded to a small tavernin the same street, where, having ordered dinner, he went to a bed-roomto attire himself. He had scarcely completed his toilet, when he wasstartled by a noise at the door, and heard his own name pronounced in nofriendly accents. Fortunately, the window was not far from the ground;so opening it gently, he dropped into a backyard, and from thence gotinto the street. 

Hurrying down the Haymarket, he was arrested by a crowd who werecollected round a street-singer. Jack paused for a moment, and foundthat his own adventures formed the subject of the ballad. Not daring, however, to listen to it, he ran on. 

CHAPTER XXVI. 

How Jack Sheppard attended his Mother's Funeral. 

That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at asmall tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. On the nextmorning--Sunday--the day on which he expected his mother's funeral totake place, he set out along the Harrow Road. 

It was a clear, lovely, October morning. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling fromthe trees. The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a fullview of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, andits villas peeping from out the trees. 

Jack's heart was too full to allow him to derive any pleasure from thisscene; so he strolled on without raising his eyes till he arrived atKensal Green. Here he obtained some breakfast, and mounting the hillturned off into the fields on the right. Crossing them, he ascended aneminence, which, from its singular shape, seems to have been the site ofa Roman encampment, and which commands a magnificent prospect. 

Leaning upon a gate he looked down into the valley. It was the very spotfrom which his poor mother had gazed after her vain attempt to rescuehim at the Mint; but, though he was ignorant of this, her image wasalone present to him. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing liveryof autumn. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so manyyears, --in those fields she had rambled, --at that church she had prayed. And he had destroyed all this. But for him she might have been alive andhappy. The recollection was too painful, and he burst into an agony oftears. 

Aroused by the sound of the church bells, he resolved, at whatever risk, to attend Divine service. With this view, he descended the hill andpresently found a footpath leading to the church. But he was destined tohave every tide of feeling awakened--every wound opened. The path he hadselected conducted him to his mother's humble dwelling. When sheoccupied, it, it was neatness itself; the little porch was overrun withcreepers--the garden trim and exquisitely kept. Now, it was a wildernessof weeds. The glass in the windows was broken--the roof unthatched--thewalls dilapidated. Jack turned away with an aching heart. It seemed anemblem of the ruin he had caused. 

As he proceeded, other painful reminiscences were aroused. At every stephe seemed to be haunted by the ghost of the past. There was the stile onwhich Jonathan had sat, and he recollected distinctly the effect of hismocking glance--how it had hardened his heart against his mother'sprayer. "O God!" he exclaimed, "I am severely punished. "

He had now gained the high road. The villagers were thronging to church. Bounding the corner of a garden wall, he came upon his former place ofimprisonment. Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACKSHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placarddescribing his person, and offering a reward for his capture. Mufflingup his face, Jack turned away; but he had not proceeded many steps whenhe heard a man reading aloud an account of his escapes from a newspaper. 

Hastening to the church, he entered it by the very door near which hisfirst crime had been committed. His mother's scream seemed again to ringin his ears, and he was so deeply affected that, fearful of excitingattention, he was about to quit the sacred edifice, when he was stoppedby the entrance of Thames, who looked pale as death, with Winifredleaning on his arm. They were followed by Mr. Wood in the deepestmourning. 

Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jackburied his face in his hands. The service began. Jack who had not beenin a place of worship for many years was powerfully affected. Accidentally raising his eyes, he saw that he was perceived by thefamily from Dollis Hill, and that he was an object of the deepestinterest to them. 

As soon as the service was over, Thames contrived to approach him, andwhispered, "Be cautious, --the funeral will take place after eveningservice. "

Jack would not hazard a glance at Winifred; but, quitting the church, got into an adjoining meadow, and watched the party slowly ascending theroad leading to Dollis Hill. At a turn in the road, he perceivedWinifred looking anxiously towards him, and when she discovered him, shewaved her hand. 

Returning to the churchyard, he walked round it; and on the westernside, near a small yew-tree discovered a new-made grave. 

"Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. 

"I can't say, " answered the fellow; "but I'll inquire from the sexton, William Morgan. Here, Peter, " he added to a curly-headed lad, who wasplaying on one of the grassy tombs, "ask your father to step this way. "

The little urchin set off, and presently returned with the sexton. 

"It's Mrs. Sheppard's grave, --the mother of the famous housebreaker, "said Morgan, in answer to Jack's inquiry;--"and it's well they let herhave Christian burial after all--for they say she destroyed herself forher son. The crowner's 'quest sat on her yesterday--and if she hadn'tbeen proved out of her mind, she would have been buried at fourlane-ends. "

Jack could stand no more. Placing a piece of money in Morgan's hands, hehurried out of the churchyard. 

"By my soul, " said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any oneI ever seed i' my born days. "

Hastening to the Six Bells, Jack ordered some refreshment, and engaged aprivate room, where he remained till the afternoon absorbed in grief. 

Meantime, a change had taken place in the weather. The day had becomesuddenly overcast. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered theyellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Roused by the belltolling for evening service, Jack left the house. On reaching thechurchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill. Just then, a carriage drawn by four horses, drove furiously up to theSix Bells; but Jack was too much absorbed to take any notice of it. 

At this moment, the bell began to toll in a peculiar manner, announcingthe approach of the corpse. The gate was opened; the coffin brought intothe churchyard; and Jack, whose eyes were filled with tears, saw Mr. Wood and Thames pass him, and followed at a foot's pace behind them. 

Meanwhile, the clergyman, bare-headed and in his surplice, advanced tomeet them. Having read the three first verses of the impressive serviceappointed for the burial of the dead, he returned to the church, whitherthe coffin was carried through the south-western door, and placed in thecentre of the aisle--Mr. Wood and Thames taking their places on eitherside of it, and Jack at a little distance behind. 

Jack had been touched in the morning, but he was now completelyprostrated. In the midst of the holy place, which he had formerlyprofaned, lay the body of his unfortunate mother, and he could not helplooking upon her untimely end as the retributive vengeance of Heaven forthe crime he had committed. His grief was so audible, that it attractedthe notice of some of the bystanders, and Thames was obliged to beg himto control it. In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes and halffancied he beheld, shaded by a pillar at the extremity of the westernaisle, the horrible countenance of the thief-taker. 

Before the congregation separated, the clergyman descended from thepulpit; and, followed by the coffin-bearers and mourners, and by Jack ata respectful distance, entered the churchyard. 

The carriage, which it has been mentioned drove up to the Six Bells, contained four persons, --Jonathan Wild, his two janizaries, and hisporter, Obadiah Lemon. As soon as they had got out, the vehicle wasdrawn up at the back of a tree near the cage. Having watched the funeralat some distance, Jonathan fancied he could discern the figure of Jack;but not being quite sure, he entered the church. He was daring enough tohave seized and carried him off before the whole congregation, but hepreferred waiting. 

Satisfied with his scrutiny, he returned, despatched Abraham and Obadiahto the northwest corner of the church, placed Quilt behind a buttressnear the porch, and sheltered himself behind one of the mighty elms. 

The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which manyof the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. A slight rain fell at the time; and a few leaves, caughtby the eddies, whirled around. Jonathan mixed with the group, and, sureof his prey, abided his time. 

The clergyman, meanwhile, proceeded with the service, while the coffinwas deposited at the brink of the grave. 

Just as the attendants were preparing to lower the corpse into theearth, Jack fell on his knees beside the coffin, uttering the wildestexclamations of grief, reproaching himself with the murder of hismother, and invoking the vengeance of Heaven on his own head. 

A murmur ran through the assemblage, by several of whom Jack wasrecognised. But such was the violence of his grief, --such thecompunction he exhibited, that all but one looked on with an eye ofcompassion. That person advanced towards him. 

"I have killed her, " cried Jack. 

"You have, " rejoined Jonathan, laying a forcible grasp on his shoulder. "You are my prisoner. "

Jack started to his feet; but before he could defend himself, his rightarm was grasped by the Jew who had silently approached him. 

"Hell-hounds!" he cried; "release me!"

At the same moment, Quilt Arnold rushed forward with such haste, that, stumbling over William Morgan, he precipitated him into the grave. 

"Wretch!" cried Jack. "Are you not content with the crimes you havecommitted, --but you must carry your villany to this point. Look at thepoor victim at your feet. "

Jonathan made no reply, but ordered his myrmidons to drag the prisoneralong. 

Thames, meanwhile, had drawn his sword, and was about to rush uponJonathan; but he was withheld by Wood. 

"Do not shed more blood, " cried the carpenter. 

Groans and hoots were now raised by the crowd, and there was an evidentdisposition to rescue. A small brickbat was thrown, which struckJonathan in the face. 

"You shall not pass, " cried several of the crowd. 

"I knew his poor mother, and for her sake I'll not see this done, " criedJohn Dump. 

"Slip on the handcuffs, " cried the thief-taker. "And now let's seewho'll dare to oppose me. I am Jonathan Wild. I have arrested him in theKing's name. "

A deep indignant groan followed. 

"Let me see the earth thrown over her, " implored Jack; "and take mewhere you please. "

"No, " thundered Wild. 

"Allow him that small grace, " cried Wood. 

"No, I tell you, " rejoined Jonathan, shouldering his way out of thecrowd. 

"My mother, --my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack. 

But, in spite of his outcries and resistance, he was dragged along byJonathan and his janizaries. 

At the eastern gate of the churchyard stood the carriage with the stepslowered. The mob pursued the thief-taker and his party all the way, andsuch missiles as could be collected were hurled at them. They eventhreatened to cut the traces and take off the wheels from the carriage. The Jew got in first. The prisoner was then thrust in by Quilt. BeforeJonathan followed he turned to face his assailants. 

"Back!" he cried fiercely. "I am an officer in the execution of my duty. And he who opposes me in it shall feel the weight of my hand. "

He then sprung into the coach, the door of which was closed by Obadiah, who mounted the box. 

"To Newgate, " cried Jonathan, putting his head out of the window. 

A deep roar followed this order, and several missiles were launched atthe vehicle, which was driven off at a furious pace. 

And while her son was reconveyed to prison the body of the unfortunateMrs. Sheppard was committed to the earth. 

CHAPTER XXVII. 

How Jack Sheppard was brought back to Newgate. 

Jack Sheppard's escape from Newgate on the night of the 15th of Octoberwas not discovered till the following morning; for although theintelligence was brought by several parties to the Lodge in the courseof the night, Austin, who was the officer in attendance, paid noattention to them. 

After pursuing the fugitive as before related, Jonathan Wild returned tohis own habitation, where he was occupied during the remainder of thenight with Quilt Arnold and Obadiah Lemon in removing everything which, in case of a search, might tend to criminate him. Satisfied in thisrespect, he flung himself into a chair, for his iron frame seldomrequired the indulgence of a bed, and sought an hour's repose before hebegan the villanies of another day. 

He was aroused from his slumber, about six o'clock, by the return ofAbraham Mendez, who not choosing to confess that Jack had eluded hisvigilance, contended himself with stating that he had kept watch tilldaybreak, when he had carefully searched the field, and, finding notrace of him, had thought it better to return. 

This information was received by Jonathan with a lowering brow. Hecomforted himself, however, with the certainty which he felt ofcapturing his prey on the Sunday. His breakfast despatched, which he atewith a wolfish appetite, he walked over to Newgate, chuckling as he wentat the consternation which his appearance would create amongst theturnkeys. 

Entering the Lodge, the first person he beheld was Austin, who was onlyjust up, and whose toilette appeared scarcely completed. A glancesatisfied Jonathan that the turnkey was not aware of the prisoner'sescape; and he resolved not to destroy what he considered a good jest, by a premature disclosure of it. 

"You are out betimes this morning, Mr. Wild, " observed Austin, as he puton his coat, and adjusted his minor bob. "Something fresh on hand, Isuppose?"

"I'm come to inquire after Jack Sheppard, " returned Jonathan. 

"Don't alarm yourself about him, Sir, " replied Austin. "He's safeenough, I assure you. "

"I should like to satisfy myself on that score, " rejoined Wild, drily. 

"So you shall, Sir, " replied Austin, who at this moment recollected, with some uneasiness, the applications at the lodge-door during thenight. "I hope you don't imagine anything has gone wrong, Sir. "

"It matters not what I think, " replied Wild. "Come with me to theCastle. "

"Instantly, Sir, " replied Austin; "instantly. Here, Caliban, attend tothe door, and keep the wicket locked till I return. D'ye hear. Now, Sir. "

Taking the keys, he led the way, followed by Jonathan, who chuckledinternally at the shock that awaited the poor fellow. 

The door was opened, and Austin entered the cell, when he absolutelyrecoiled before the spectacle he beheld, and could scarcely have lookedmore alarmed if the prison had tumbled about his ears. Petrified andspeechless, he turned an imploring look at Wild, who was himself filledwith astonishment at the pile of rubbish lying before him. 

"'Sdeath!" cried Jonathan, staring at the breach in the wall. "Some one_must_ have assisted him. Unless he has dealings with the devil, hecould never have done this alone. "

"I firmly believe he _has_ dealings with the devil, " replied Austin, trembling from head to foot. "But, perhaps, he has not got beyond theroom above. It's as strong, if not stronger, than this. I'll see. "

So saying, he scrambled over the rubbish, and got into the chimney. Butthough the breach was large enough to admit him below, he could notsqueeze his bulky person through the aperture into the Red Room. 

"I believe he's gone, " he said, returning to Jonathan. "The door's open, and the room empty. "

"You believe--you _know_ it, " replied Jonathan, fixing one of hissternest and most searching glances upon him. "Nothing you can say tothe contrary will convince me that you have not been accessory to hisflight. "

"I, Sir!--I swear----"

"Tush!" interrupted Jonathan, harshly. "I shall state my suspicions tothe governor. Come down with me to the Lodge directly. All furtherexaminations must be conducted in the presence of proper witnesses. "

With these words, he strode out of the room, darted down the stonestairs, and, on his arrival at the Lodge, seized the rope of the greatbell communicating with the interior of the prison, which he rangviolently. As this was never done, except in some case of greatemergency, the application was instantly answered by all the otherturnkeys, by Marvel, the four partners, and Mrs. Spurling. Nothing couldexceed the dismay of these personages when they learnt why they hadbeen summoned. All seemed infected with Austin's terrors except Mrs. Spurling, who did not dare to exhibit her satisfaction otherwise than byprivately pinching the arm of her expected husband. 

Headed by Jonathan, all the turnkeys then repaired to the upper part ofthe jail, and, approaching the Red Room by a circuitous route, severaldoors were unlocked, and they came upon the scene of Jack's exploits. Stopping before each door, they took up the plates of the locks, examined the ponderous bolts, and were struck with the utmostastonishment at what they beheld. 

Arriving at the chapel, their wonder increased. All the jailers declaredit utterly impossible he could have accomplished his astonishing taskunaided; but who had lent him assistance was a question they were unableto answer. Proceeding to the entry to the Lower Leads, they came to thetwo strong doors, and their surprise was so great at Jack's marvellousperformance, that they could scarcely persuade themselves that humaningenuity could have accomplished it. 

"Here's a door, " remarked Ireton, when he got to that nearest the leads, "which I could have sworn would have resisted anything. I shall have nofaith in future in bolts and bars. "

Mounting the roof of the prison, they traced the fugitive's course tothe further extremity of the building, where they found his blanketattached to the spike proving that he escaped in that direction. 

After severely examining Austin, and finding it proved, on the testimonyof his fellow-jailers, that he could not have aided Jack in his flight, Jonathan retracted his harsh sentence, and even went so far as to saythat he would act as mediator between him and the governor. 

This was some satisfaction to the poor fellow, who was dreadfullyfrightened, as indeed he might well be, it being the opinion of thejailers and others who afterwards examined the place, that Jack hadaccomplished, single-handed, in a few hours, and, as far as it could beascertained, with imperfect implements, what it would have taken half adozen men several days, provided with proper tools, to effect. In theiropinion a hundred pounds would not repair the damage done to the prison. 

As soon as Jack's escape became known, thousands of persons flocked toNewgate to behold his workmanship; and the jailers reaped am abundantharvest from their curiosity. 

Jonathan, meanwhile, maintained profound secrecy as to his hopes ofcapturing the fugitive; and when Jack was brought back to Newgate on theSunday evening, his arrival was wholly unexpected. 

At a little after five, on that day, four horses dashed round the cornerof the Old Bailey, and drew up before the door of the Lodge. Hearing thestoppage, Austin rushed out, and could scarcely believe his eyes when hebeheld Jack Sheppard in the custody of Quilt Arnold and Abraham Mendez. 

Jack's recapture was speedily made known to all the officers of thejail, and the Lodge was instantly crowded. The delight of the turnkeyswas beyond all bounds; but poor Mrs. Spurling was in a state ofdistraction and began to abuse Jonathan so violently that her futurehusband was obliged to lay forcible hands upon her and drag her away. 

By Wild's command the prisoner was taken to the Condemned Hold, whitherhe was followed by the whole posse of officers and by the partners; twoof whom carried large hammers and two the fetters. There was only oneprisoner in the ward. He was chained to the ground, but started up attheir approach. It was Blueskin. When he beheld Jack he uttered a deepgroan. 

"Captain, " he cried, in a voice of the bitterest anguish, "have thesedogs again hunted you down? If you hadn't been so unlucky, I should havebeen with you before to-morrow night. "

Jack made no answer, nor did he even cast his eyes upon his follower. But Jonathan, fixing a terrible look upon him, cried. 

"Ha! say you so? You must be looked to. My lads, " he continued, addressing the partners; "when you've finished this job give thatfellow a fresh set of darbies. I suspect he has been at work upon thosehe has on. "

"The link of the chain next the staple is sawn through, " said Ireton, stooping to examine Blueskin's fetters. 

"Search him and iron him afresh;" commanded Jonathan. "But first let ussecure Sheppard. We'll then remove them both to the Middle Stone Hold, where a watch shall be kept over them night and day till they're takento Tyburn. As they're so fond of each other's society they shan't partcompany even on that occasion, but shall swing from the same tree. "

"You'll never live to see that day, " cried Blueskin, fixing a menacinglook upon him. 

"What weight are these irons?" asked Jonathan, coolly addressing one ofthe partners. 

"More than three hundred weight, Sir, " replied the man. "They're theheaviest set we have, --and were forged expressly for Captain Sheppard. "

"They're not half heavy enough, " replied Wild. "Let him be handcuffed, and doubly ironed on both legs; and when we get him into the Stone Ward, he shall not only be chained down to the ground, but shall have twoadditional fetters running through the main links, fastened on each sideof him. We'll see whether he'll get rid of his new bonds?" he added witha brutal laugh, which was echoed by the bystanders. 

"Mark me, " said Jack, sternly; "I have twice broken out of this prisonin spite of all your precautions. And were you to load me with thricethe weight of iron you have ordered you should not prevent my escaping athird time. "

"That's right, Captain, " cried Blueskin. "We'll give them the slip yet, and hang that butcherly thief-taker upon his own gibbet. "

"Be silent dog, " cried Jonathan. And with his clenched hand he struckhim a violent blow in the face. 

For the first time, perhaps, in his life, he repented of his brutality. The blow was scarcely dealt, when, with a bound like that of a tiger, Blueskin sprang upon him. The chain, which had been partially cutthrough, snapped near the staple. Before any assistance could berendered by the jailers, who stood astounded, Blueskin had got Wild inhis clutches. His strength has been described as prodigious; but now, heightened by his desire for vengeance, it was irresistible. Jonathan, though a very powerful man, was like an infant in his gripe. Catchinghold of his chin, he bent back the neck, while with his left hand hepulled out a clasp knife, which he opened with his teeth, and graspingWild's head with his arm, notwithstanding his resistance, cut deeplyinto his throat. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degreeprotected him, but the gash was desperate. Blueskin drew the knifeacross his throat a second time, widening and deepening the wound; andwrenching back the head to get it into a more favourable position, wouldinfallibly have severed it from the trunk, if the officers, who by thistime had recovered from their terror, had not thrown themselves uponhim, and withheld him. 

"Now's your time, " cried Blueskin, struggling desperately with hisassailants and inflicting severe cuts with his knife. "Fly, Captain--fly!"

Aroused to a sense of the possibility of escape, Jack, who had viewedthe deadly assault with savage satisfaction, burst from his captors andmade for the door. Blueskin fought his way towards it, and exerting allhis strength, cutting right and left as he proceeded, reached it at thesame time. Jack in all probability, would have escaped, if Langley, whowas left in the Lodge, had not been alarmed at the noise and rushedthither. Seeing Jack at liberty, he instantly seized him, and a strugglecommenced. 

At this moment, Blueskin came up, and kept off the officers with hisknife. He used his utmost efforts to liberate Jack from Langley, butclosely pressed on all sides, he was not able to render any effectualassistance. 

"Fly!" cried Jack; "escape if you can; don't mind me. "

Casting one look of anguish at his leader, Blueskin then darted downthe passage. 

The only persons in the Lodge were Mrs. Spurling and Marvel. Hearing thenoise of the scuffle, the tapstress, fancying it was Jack making aneffort to escape, in spite of the remonstrances of the executioner, threw open the wicket. Blueskin therefore had nothing to stop him. Dashing through the open door, he crossed the Old Bailey, plunged into anarrow court on the opposite side of the way, and was out of sight in aminute, baffling all pursuit. 

On their return, the jailers raised up Jonathan, who was weltering inhis blood, and who appeared to be dying. Efforts were made to staunchhis wounds and surgical assistance sent for. 

"Has he escaped?" asked the thief-taker, faintly. 

"Blueskin, " said Ireton. 

"No--Sheppard?" rejoined Wild. 

"No, no, Sir, " replied Ireton. "He's here. "

"That's right, " replied Wild, with a ghastly smile. "Remove him to theMiddle Stone Hold, --watch over him night and day, do you mind?"

"I do, Sir. "

"Irons--heavy irons--night and day. "

"Depend upon it, Sir. "

"Go with him to Tyburn, --never lose sight of him till the noose is tied. Where's Marvel?"

"Here, Sir, " replied the executioner. 

"A hundred guineas if you hang Jack Sheppard. I have it about me. Takeit, if I die. "

"Never fear, Sir, " replied Marvel. 

"Oh! that I could live to see it, " gasped Jonathan. And with a hideousexpression of pain, he fainted. 

"He's dead, " exclaimed Austin. 

"I am content, " said Jack. "My mother is avenged. Take me to the StoneRoom. Blueskin, you are a true friend. "

The body of Jonathan was then conveyed to his own habitation, while Jackwas taken to the Middle Stone Room, and ironed in the manner Wild haddirected. 

CHAPTER XXVIII. 

What happened at Dollis Hill. 

"At length this tragedy is at an end, " said Mr. Wood, as, having seenthe earth thrown over the remains of the unfortunate Mrs. Sheppard, heturned to quit the churchyard. "Let us hope that, like her who 'lovedmuch, ' her sins are forgiven her. "

Without another word, and accompanied by Thames, he then took his way toDollis Hill in a state of the deepest depression. Thames did not attemptto offer him any consolation, for he was almost as much dejected. Theweather harmonized with their feelings. It rained slightly, and a thickmist gathered in the air, and obscured the beautiful prospect. 

On his arrival at Dollis Hill, Mr. Wood was so much exhausted that hewas obliged to retire to his own room, where he continued for some hoursoverpowered by grief. The two lovers sat together, and their solediscourse turned upon Jack and his ill-fated mother. 

As the night advanced, Mr. Wood again made his appearance in a morecomposed frame of mind, and, at his daughter's earnest solicitation, wasinduced to partake of some refreshment. An hour was then passed inconversation as to the possibility of rendering any assistance to Jack;in deploring his unhappy destiny; and in the consideration of the courseto be pursued in reference to Jonathan Wild. 

While they were thus occupied, a maid-servant entered the room, andstated that a person was without who had a packet for Captain Darrell, which must be delivered into his own hands. Notwithstanding theremonstrances of Wood and Winifred, Thames instantly followed thedomestic, and found a man, with his face muffled up, at the door, as shehad described. Somewhat alarmed at his appearance, Thames laid his handupon his sword. 

"Fear nothing, Sir, " said the man, in a voice which Thames instantlyrecognised as that of Blueskin. "I am come to render you a service. There are the packets which my Captain hazarded his life to procure foryou, and which he said would establish your right to the estates of theTrenchard family. There are also the letters which were scattered aboutWild's room after the murder of Sir Rowland. And there, " he added, placing in his hands a heavy bag of money, and a pocket-book, "is a sumlittle short of fifteen thousand pounds. "

"How have you procured these things?" asked Thames, in the utmostastonishment. 

"I carried them off on the fatal night when we got into Wild's house, and you were struck down, " replied Blueskin. "They have ever since beendeposited in a place of safety. You have nothing more to fear fromWild. "

"How so?" asked Thames. 

"I have saved the executioner a labour, by cutting his throat, " repliedBlueskin. "And, may I be cursed if I ever did anything in my whole lifewhich gave me so much satisfaction. "

"Almighty God! is this possible?" exclaimed Thames. 

"You will find it true, " replied Blueskin. "All I regret is, that Ifailed in liberating the Captain. If he had got off, they might havehanged me, and welcome. "

"What can be done for him?" cried Thames. 

"That's not an easy question to answer, " rejoined Blueskin. "But I shallwatch night and day about Newgate, in the hope of getting him out. Hewouldn't require my aid, but before I stopped Jonathan's mouth, he hadordered him to be doubly-ironed, and constantly watched. And, though thevillain can't see his orders executed, I've no doubt some one elsewill. "

"Poor Jack!" exclaimed Thames. "I would sacrifice all my fortune--all myhopes--to liberate him. "

"If you're in earnest, " rejoined Blueskin, "give me that bag of gold. Itcontains a thousand pounds; and, if all other schemes fail, I'll engageto free him on the way to Tyburn. "

"May I trust you?" hesitated Thames. 

"Why did I not keep the money when I had it?" returned Blueskin, angrily. "Not a farthing of it shall be expended except in the Captain'sservice. "

"Take it, " replied Thames. 

"You have saved his life, " replied Blueskin. "And now, mark me. You owewhat I have done for you, to him, not to me. Had I not known that youand your affianced bride are dearer to him than life I should have usedthis money to secure my own safety. Take it, and take the estates, inCaptain Sheppard's name. Promise me one thing before I leave you. "

"What is it?" asked Thames. 

"If the Captain _is_ taken to Tyburn, be near the place of execution--atthe end of the Edgeware Road. "

"I will. "

"In case of need you will lend a helping hand?"

"Yes--yes. "

"Swear it!"

"I do. "

"Enough!" rejoined Blueskin. And he departed, just as Wood, who hadbecome alarmed by Thames's long absence, made his appearance with ablunderbuss in his hand. 

Hastily acquainting him with the treasures he had unexpectedly obtained, Thames returned to the room to apprize Winifred of his good fortune. Thepackets were hastily broken open; and, while Wood was absorbed in theperusal of the despatch addressed to him by Sir Rowland, Thames soughtout, and found the letter which he had been prevented from finishing onthe fatal night at Jonathan Wild's. As soon as he had read it, he let itfall from his grasp. 

Winifred instantly picked it up. 

"You are no longer Thames Darrell, " she said, casting her eyes rapidlyover it; "but the Marquis de Chatillon. "

"My father was of the blood-royal of France, " exclaimed Thames. 

"Eh-day! what's this?" cried Wood, looking up from beneath hisspectacles. "Who--who is the Marquis de Chatillon?"

"Your adopted son, Thames Darrell, " answered Winifred. 

"And the Marchioness is your daughter, " added Thames. 

"O, Lord!" ejaculated Wood. "My head fairly turns round. So manydistresses--so many joys coming at the same time are too much for me. Read that letter, Thames--my lord marquis, I mean. Read it, and you'llfind that your unfortunate uncle, Sir Rowland, surrenders to you all theestates in Lancashire. You've nothing to do but to take possession. "

"What a strange history is mine!" said Thames. "Kidnapped, and sent toFrance by one uncle, it was my lot to fall into the hands ofanother, --my father's own brother, the Marshal Gaucher de Chatillon; towhom, and to the Cardinal Dubois, I owed all my good fortune. "

"The ways of Providence are inscrutable, " observed Wood. 

"When in France, I heard from the Marshal that his brother had perishedin London on the night of the Great Storm. It was supposed he wasdrowned in crossing the river, as his body had never been found. Littledid I imagine at the time that it was my own father to whom hereferred. "

"I think I remember reading something about your father in the papers, "observed Wood. "Wasn't he in some way connected with the Jacobiteplots?"

"He was, " replied Thames. "He had been many years in this country beforehis assassination took place. In this letter, which is addressed to myill-fated mother, he speaks of his friendship for Sir Rowland, whom itseems he had known abroad; but entreats her to keep the marriage secretfor a time, for reasons which are not fully developed. "

"And so Sir Rowland murdered his friend, " remarked Wood. "Crime uponcrime. "

"Unconsciously, perhaps, " replied Thames. "But be it as it may, he isnow beyond the reach of earthly punishment. "

"But Wild still lives, " cried Wood. 

"He; also, has paid the penalty of his offences, " returned Thames. "Hehas fallen by the hand of Blueskin, who brought me these packets. "

"Thank God for that!" cried Wood, heartily. "I could almost forgive thewretch the injury he did me in depriving me of my poor dear wife--No, not quite _that_, " he added, a little confused. 

"And now, " said Thames, (for we must still preserve the name, ) "you willno longer defer my happiness. "

"Hold!" interposed Winifred, gravely. "I release you from your promise. A carpenter's daughter is no fit match for a peer of France. "

"If my dignity must be purchased by the loss of you, I renounce it, "cried Thames. "You will not make it valueless in my eyes, " he added, catching her in his arms, and pressing her to his breast. 

"Be it as you please, " replied Winifred. "My lips would belie my heartwere I to refuse you. "

"And now, father, your blessing--your consent!" cried Thames. 

"You have both, " replied Wood, fervently. "I am too much honoured--toohappy in the union. Oh! that I should live to be father-in-law to a peerof France! What would my poor wife say to it, if she could come to lifeagain? Oh, Thames!--my lord marquis, I mean--you have made me thehappiest--the proudest of mankind. "

Not many days after this event, on a bright October morning, the bellsrang a merry peal from the old gray tower of Willesden church. All thevillage was assembled in the churchyard. Young and old were dressed intheir gayest apparel; and it was evident from the smiles that lighted upevery countenance, from the roguish looks of the younger swains, and thedemure expression of several pretty rustic maidens, that a ceremony, which never fails to interest all classes, --a wedding, --was about totake place. 

At the gate opening upon the road leading to Dollis Hill were stationedWilliam Morgan and John Dump. Presently, two carriages dashed down thehill, and drew up before it. From the first of these alighted Thames, or, as he must now be styled, the Marquis de Chatillon. From the seconddescended Mr. Wood--and after him came his daughter. 

The sun never shone upon a lovelier couple than now approached thealtar. The church was crowded to excess by the numbers eager to witnessthe ceremony; and as soon as it was over the wedded pair were followedto the carriage, and the loudest benedictions uttered for theirhappiness. 

In spite of the tumultuous joy which agitated him, the bridegroom couldnot prevent the intrusion of some saddening thoughts, as he reflectedupon the melancholy scene which he had so recently witnessed in the sameplace. 

The youthful couple had been seated in the carriage a few minutes whenthey were joined by Mr. Wood, who had merely absented himself to seethat a public breakfast, which he had ordered at the Six Bells for allwho chose to partake of it, was in readiness. He likewise gavedirections that in the after part of the day a whole bullock should beroasted on the green and distributed, together with a barrel of thestrongest ale. 

In the evening, a band of village musicians, accompanied by most of theyoung inhabitants of Willesden, strolled out to Dollis Hill, where theyformed a rustic concert under the great elm before the door. Here theywere regaled with another plentiful meal by the hospitable carpenter, who personally superintended the repast. 

These festivities, however, were not witnessed by the newly-marriedpair, who had departed immediately after the ceremony for Manchester. 

CHAPTER XXIX. 

How Jack Sheppard was taken to Westminster Hall. 

Loaded with the heaviest fetters, and constantly watched by two of thejailers' assistants, who neither quitted him for a single moment, norsuffered any visitor to approach him, Jack Sheppard found all attemptsto escape impracticable. 

He was confined in the Middle Stone Ward, a spacious apartment, withgood light and air, situated over the gateway on the western side, andallotted to him, not for his own convenience, but for that of thekeepers, who, if he had been placed in a gloomier or more incommodiousdungeon, would have necessarily had to share it with him. 

Through this, his last trial, Jack's spirits never deserted him. Heseemed resigned but cheerful, and held frequent and serious discourseswith the ordinary, who felt satisfied of his sincere penitence. The onlycircumstance which served to awaken a darker feeling in his breast was, that his implacable foe Jonathan Wild had survived the wound inflictedby Blueskin, and was slowly recovering. 

As soon as he could be moved with safety, Jonathan had himselftransported to Newgate, where he was carried into the Middle Ward, thathe might feast his eyes upon his victim. Having seen every precautiontaken to ensure his safe custody, he departed, muttering to himself, "Ishall yet live to see him hanged--I shall live to see him hanged. "

Animated by his insatiate desire of vengeance, he seemed to gainstrength daily, --so much so, that within a fortnight after receiving hiswound he was able to stir abroad. 

On Thursday, the 12th of November, after having endured nearly a month'simprisonment, Jack Sheppard was conveyed from Newgate to WestminsterHall. He was placed in a coach, handcuffed, and heavily fettered, andguarded by a vast posse of officers to Temple Bar, where a fresh relayof constables escorted him to Westminster. 

By this time, Jack's reputation had risen to such a height with thepopulace, --his exploits having become the universal theme of discourse, that the streets were almost impassable for the crowds collected toobtain a view of him. The vast area in front of Westminster Hall wasthronged with people, and it was only by a vigorous application of theirstaves that the constables could force a passage for the vehicle. Atlength, however, the prisoner was got out, when such was the rush of themultitude that several persons were trampled down, and received severeinjuries. 

Arrived in the Hall, the prisoner's handcuffs were removed, and he wastaken before the Court of King's Bench. The record of his conviction atthe Old Bailey sessions was then read; and as no objection was offeredto it, the Attorney-General moved that his execution might take place onMonday next. Upon this, Jack earnestly and eloquently addressed himselfto the bench, and besought that a petition which he had prepared to belaid before the King might be read. This request, however, was refused;and he was told that the only way in which he could entitle himself tohis Majesty's clemency would be by discovering who had abetted him inhis last escape; the strongest suspicions being entertained that he hadnot affected it alone. 

Sheppard replied by a solemn assertion, "that he had received noassistance except from Heaven. "--An answer for which he was immediatelyreprimanded by the court. It having been stated that it was whollyimpossible he could have removed his irons in the way he represented, heoffered, if his handcuffs were replaced, to take them off in thepresence of the court. The proposal, however, was not acceded to; andthe Chief Justice Powis, after enumerating his various offences andcommenting upon their heinousness, awarded sentence of death against himfor the following Monday. 

As Jack was removed, he noticed Jonathan Wild at a little distance fromhim, eyeing him with a look of the most savage satisfaction. Thethief-taker's throat was bound up with thick folds of linen, and hisface had a ghastly and cadaverous look, which communicated anundefinable and horrible expression to his glances. 

Meanwhile, the mob outside had prodigiously increased, and had begun toexhibit some disposition to riot. The coach in which the prisoner hadbeen conveyed was already broken to pieces, and the driver was glad toescape with life. Terrific shouts were raised by the rabble, whothreatened to tear Wild in pieces if he showed himself. 

Amid this tumult, several men armed with tremendous bludgeons, withtheir faces besmeared with grease and soot, and otherwise disguised, were observed to be urging the populace to attempt a rescue. They wereheaded by an athletic-looking, swarthy-featured man, who was armed witha cutlass, which he waved over his head to cheer on his companions. 

These desperadoes had been the most active in demolishing the coach, andnow, being supported by the rabble, they audaciously approached the veryportals of the ancient Hall. The shouts, yells, and groans which theyuttered, and which were echoed by the concourse in the rear, wereperfectly frightful. 

Jonathan, who with the other constables had reconnoitred this band, andrecognised in its ring-leader, Blueskin, commanded the constables tofollow him, and made a sally for the purpose of seizing him. Enfeebledby his wound, Wild had lost much of his strength, though nothing of hisferocity and energy, --and fiercely assailing Blueskin, he made adesperate but unsuccessful attempt to apprehend him. 

He was, however, instantly beaten back; and the fury of the mob was sogreat that it was with difficulty he could effect a retreat. The wholeforce of the constables, jailers and others was required to keep thecrowd out of the Hall. The doors were closed and barricaded, and the mobthreatened to burst them open if Jack was not delivered to them. 

Things now began to wear so serious a aspect that a messenger wassecretly despatched to the Savoy for troops, and in half an hour aregiment of the guards arrived, who by dint of great exertion succeededin partially dispersing the tumultuous assemblage. Another coach wasthen procured, in which the prisoner was placed. 

Jack's appearance was hailed with the loudest cheers, but when Jonathanfollowed and took a place beside him in the vehicle, determined, hesaid, never to lose sight of him, the abhorrence of the multitude wasexpressed by execrations, hoots, and yells of the most terrific kind. Sodreadful were these shouts as to produce an effect upon the hardenedfeelings of Jonathan, who shrank out of sight. 

It was well for him that he had taken his place by Sheppard, as regardfor the latter alone prevented the deadliest missiles being hurled athim. As it was, the mob went on alternately hooting and huzzaing as thenames of Wild and Sheppard were pronounced, while some individuals, bolder than the rest, thrust their faces into the coach-window, andassured Jack that he should never be taken to Tyburn. 

"We'll see that, you yelping hounds!" rejoined Jonathan, glaringfiercely at them. 

In this way, Jack was brought back to Newgate, and again chained down inthe Middle Ward. 

It was late before Jonathan ventured to his own house, where he remainedup all night, and kept his janizaries and other assistants well armed. 

CHAPTER XXX. 

How Jonathan Wild's House was burnt down. 

The day appointed for the execution was now close at hand, and theprisoner, who seemed to have abandoned all hopes of escape, turned histhoughts entirely from worldly considerations. 

On Sunday, he was conveyed to the chapel, through which he had passed onthe occasion of his great escape, and once more took his seat in theCondemned Pew. The Rev. Mr. Purney, the ordinary, who had latterlyconceived a great regard for Jack, addressed him in a discourse, which, while it tended to keep alive his feelings of penitence, was calculatedto afford him much consolation. The chapel was crowded to excess. Buthere, --even here, the demon was suffered to intrude, and Jack's thoughtswere distracted by Jonathan Wild, who stood at a little distance fromhim, and kept his bloodthirsty eyes fixed on him during the whole of theservice. 

On that night, an extraordinary event occurred, which convinced theauthorities that every precaution must be taken in conducting Jack toTyburn, --a fact of which they had been previously made aware, thoughscarcely to the same extent, by the riotous proceedings near WestminsterHall. About nine o'clock, an immense mob collected before the Lodge atNewgate. It was quite dark; but as some of the assemblage carried links, it was soon ascertained to be headed by the same party who had mainlyincited the former disturbance. Amongst the ring-leaders was Blueskin, whose swarthy features and athletic figure were easily distinguished. Another was Baptist Kettleby, and a third, in a Dutch dress, wasrecognised by his grizzled beard as the skipper, Van Galgebrok. 

Before an hour had elapsed, the concourse was fearfully increased. Thearea in front of the jail was completely filled. Attempts were made uponthe door of the Lodge; but it was too strong to be forced. A cry wasthen raised by the leaders to attack Wild's house, and the fury of themob was instantly directed to that quarter. Wrenched from their holds, the iron palisades in front of the thief-taker's dwelling were used asweapons to burst open the door. 

While this was passing, Jonathan opened one of the upper windows, andfired several shots upon the assailants. But though he made Blueskin andKettleby his chief marks, he missed both. The sight of the thief-takerincreased the fury of the mob to a fearful degree. Terrific yells rentthe air. The heavy weapon thundered against the door; and it speedilyyielded to their efforts. 

"Come on, my lads!" vociferated Blueskin, "we'll unkennel the old fox. "

As he spoke, several shots were fired from the upper part of the house, and two men fell mortally wounded. But this only incensed the assailingparty the more. With a drawn cutlass in one hand and a cocked pistol inthe other, Blueskin rushed up stairs. The landing was defended by QuiltArnold and the Jew. The former was shot by Blueskin through the head, and his body fell over the bannisters. The Jew, who was paralysed by hiscompanion's fate, offered no resistance, and was instantly seized. 

"Where is your accursed master?" demanded Blueskin, holding the sword tohis throat. 

The Jew did not speak, but pointed to the audience-chamber. Committinghim to the custody of the others, Blueskin, followed by a numerous band, darted in that direction. The door was locked; but, with the bars ofiron, it was speedily burst open. Several of the assailants carriedlinks, so that the room was a blaze of light. Jonathan, however, wasnowhere to be seen. 

Rushing towards the entrance of the well-hole, Blueskin touched thesecret spring. He was not there. Opening the trap-door, he thendescended to the vaults--searched each cell, and every nook and cornerseparately. Wild had escaped. 

Robbed of their prey, the fury of the mob became ungovernable. Atlength, at the end of a passage, next to the cell where Mrs. Sheppardhad been confined, Blueskin discovered a trap-door which he had notpreviously noticed. It was instantly burst open, when the horriblestench that issued from it convinced them that it must be a receptaclefor the murdered victims of the thief-taker. 

Holding a link into the place, which had the appearance of a deep pit, Blueskin noticed a body richly dressed. He dragged it out, andperceiving, in spite of the decayed frame, that it was the body of SirRowland Trenchard, commanded his attendants to convey it up stairs--anorder which was promptly obeyed. 

Returning to the audience-chamber, Blueskin had the Jew brought beforehim. The body of Sir Rowland was then laid on the large table. Oppositeto it was placed the Jew. Seeing from the threatening looks of hiscaptors, that they were about to wreak their vengeance upon him, themiserable wretch besought mercy in abject terms, and charged his masterwith the most atrocious crimes. His relation of the murder of SirRowland petrified even his fierce auditors. 

One of the cases in Jonathan's museum was now burst open, and a ropetaken from it. In spite of his shrieks, the miserable Jew was thendragged into the well-hole, and the rope being tied round his neck, hewas launched from the bridge. 

The vengeance of the assailants did not stop here. They broke open theentrance into Jonathan's store-room--plundered it of everythingvaluable--ransacked every closet, drawer, and secret hiding-place, andstripped them of their contents. Large hoards of money were discovered, gold and silver plate, cases of watches, and various precious articles. Nothing, in short, portable or valuable was left. Old implements ofhousebreaking were discovered; and the thief-taker's most hiddendepositories were laid bare. 

The work of plunder over, that of destruction commenced. Straw and othercombustibles being collected, were placed in the middle of theaudience-chamber. On these were thrown all the horrible contents ofJonathan's museum, together with the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard. Thewhole was then fired, and in a few minutes the room was a blaze. Notcontent with this, the assailants set fire to the house in half-a-dozenother places; and the progress of the flames was rapid and destructive. 

Meanwhile, the object of all this fearful disturbance had made hisescape to Newgate, from the roof of which he witnessed the destructionof his premises. He saw the flames burst from the windows, and perhapsin that maddening spectacle suffered torture equivalent to some of thecrimes he had committed. 

While he was thus standing, the flames of his house, which made thewhole street as light as day, and ruddily illumined the faces of the mobbelow, betrayed him to them, and he was speedily driven from hisposition by a shower of stones and other missiles. 

The mob now directed their attention to Newgate; and, from theirthreats, appeared determined to fire it. Ladders, paviour's rams, sledge-hammers, and other destructive implements were procured, and, inall probability, their purpose would have been effected, but for theopportune arrival of a detachment of the guards, who dispersed them, notwithout some loss of life. 

Several prisoners were taken, but the ring-leaders escaped. Engineswere brought to play upon Wild's premises, and upon the adjoininghouses. The latter were saved; but of the former nothing but theblackened stone walls were found standing on the morrow. 

CHAPTER XXXI. 

The Procession to Tyburn. 

The noise of this disturbance did not fail to reach the interior of theprison. In fact, the reflection of the flames lighted up the ward inwhich Jack Sheppard was confined. 

The night his execution was therefore passed in a most anxious state ofmind; nor was his uneasiness allayed by the appearance of Jonathan Wild, who, after he had been driven from the roof of the jail, repaired to theMiddle Stone Ward in a fit of ungovernable passion, to vent his rageupon the prisoner, whom he looked upon as the cause of the presentcalamity. Such was his fury, that if he had not been restrained by thepresence of the two turnkeys, he might perhaps have anticipated thecourse of justice, by laying violent hands upon his victim. 

After venting his wrath in the wildest manner, and uttering the mostdreadful execrations, Jonathan retired to another part of the prison, where he passed the night in consultation with the governor, as to thebest means of conveying the prisoner securely to Tyburn. Mr. Pittendeavoured to dissuade him from attending in person, representing thegreat risk he would incur from the mob, which was certain to beassembled. But Jonathan was not to be deterred. 

"I have sworn to see him hanged, " he said, "and nothing shall keep meaway--nothing, by----. "

By Wild's advice, the usual constabulary force was greatly augmented. Messengers were despatched to all the constables and head-boroughs to bein attendance, --to the sheriffs to have an extraordinary number of theirofficers in attendance, --and to the Savoy, to obtain the escort of atroop of grenadier-guards. In short, more preparations were made than ifa state criminal was about to be executed. 

The morning of Monday the 16th of November 1724 at length dawned. It wasa dull, foggy day, and the atmosphere was so thick and heavy, that, ateight o'clock, the curious who arrived near the prison could scarcelydiscern the tower of St. Sepulchre's church. 

By and by the tramp of horses' feet was heard slowly ascending SnowHill, and presently a troop of grenadier guards rode into the areafacing Newgate. These were presently joined by a regiment of foot. Alarge body of the constables of Westminster next made their appearance, the chief of whom entered the Lodge, where they were speedily joined bythe civic authorities. At nine o'clock, the sheriffs arrived, followedby their officers and javelin-men. 

Meantime, the Stone Hall was crowded by all the inmates of the jail, debtors, felons, turnkeys, and officers who could obtain permission towitness the ceremony of the prisoner's irons being struck off. Caliban, who, through the interest of Mr. Ireton, was appointed to the office, stood with a hammer in one hand, and a punch in the other, near thegreat stone block, ready to fulfil his duty. Close behind him stood thetall gaunt figure of Marvel, with his large bony hands, his scraggyneck, and ill-favoured countenance. Next to the executioner stood hiswife--the former Mrs. Spurling. Mrs. Marvel held her handkerchief to hereyes, and appeared in great distress. But her husband, whose deportmentto her was considerably changed since the fatal knot had been tied, paidno attention whatever to her grief. 

At this moment, the bell of Newgate began to toll, and was answered byanother bell from St. Sepulchre's. The great door of the Stone Hall wasthrown open, and the sheriffs, preceded by the javelin-men, entered theroom. They were followed by Jonathan, who carried a stout stick underhis arm, and planted himself near the stone. Not a word was uttered bythe assemblage; but a hush of expectation reigned throughout. 

Another door was next opened, and, preceded by the ordinary, with thesacred volume in his hand, the prisoner entered the room. Thoughencumbered by his irons, his step was firm, and his demeanour dignified. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did hebetray the slightest appearance of fear. On the contrary, it wasimpossible to look at him without perceiving that his resolution wasunshaken. 

Advancing with a slow firm step to the stone-block he placed his leftfoot upon it, drew himself up to his full height, and fixed a look sostern upon Jonathan, that the thief-taker quailed before it. 

The black, meantime, began to ply his hammer, and speedily unriveted thechains. The first stroke appeared to arouse all the vindictive passionsof Jonathan. Fixing a ferocious and exulting look upon Jack Sheppard, heexclaimed. 

"At length, my vengeance is complete. "

"Wretch!" cried Jack, raising his hand in a menacing manner, "yourtriumph will be short-lived. Before a year has expired, you will sharethe same fate. "

"If I do, I care not, " rejoined Wild; "I shall have lived to see youhanged. "

"O Jack, dear, dear Jack!" cried Mrs. Marvel, who was now quitedissolved in tears, "I shall never survive this scene. "

"Hold your tongue, hussy!" cried her husband gruffly. "Women ought neverto show themselves on these occasions, unless they can behave themselvesproperly. "

"Farewell, Jack, " cried twenty voices. 

Sheppard looked round, and exchanged kindly glances with several ofthose who addressed him. 

"My limbs feel so light, now that my irons are removed, " he observedwith a smile, "that I am half inclined to dance. "

"You'll dance upon nothing, presently, " rejoined Jonathan, brutally. 

"Farewell for ever, " said Jack, extending his hand to Mrs. Marvel. 

"Farewell!" blubbered the executioner's wife, pressing his hand to herlips. "Here are a pair of gloves and a nosegay for you. Oh dear!--ohdear! Be careful of him, " she added to her husband, "and get it overquickly, or never expect to see me again. "

"Peace, fool!" cried Marvel, angrily. "Do you think I don't know my ownbusiness?"

Austin and Langley then advanced to the prisoner, and, twinning theirarms round his, led him down to the Lodge, whither he was followed bythe sheriffs, the ordinary, Wild, and the other officials. 

Meantime, every preparation had been made outside for his departure. Atthe end of two long lines of foot-guards stood the cart with a powerfulblack horse harnessed to it. At the head of the cart was placed thecoffin. On the right were several mounted grenadiers: on the left, somehalf dozen javelin-men. Soldiers were stationed at different points ofthe street to keep off the mob, and others were riding backwards andforwards to maintain an open space for the passage of the procession. 

The assemblage which was gathered together was almost countless. Everyhouse-top, every window, every wall, every projection, had itsoccupants. The wall of St. Sepulchre's church was covered--so was thetower. The concourse extended along Giltspur Street as far asSmithfield. No one was allowed to pass along Newgate Street, which wasbarricaded and protected by a strong constabulary force. 

The first person who issued from the Lodge was Mr. Marvel, who proceededto the cart, and took his seat upon the coffin. The hangman is always anobject of peculiar detestation to the mob, a tremendous hooting hailedhis appearance, and both staves and swords were required to preserveorder. 

A deep silence, however, now prevailed, broken only by the tolling ofthe bells of Newgate and St. Sepulchre's. The mighty concourse becamefor a moment still. Suddenly, such a shout as has seldom smitten humanears rent the air. "He comes!" cried a thousand voices, and the shoutascended to Smithfield, descended to Snow Hill, and told those who wereassembled on Holborn Hill that Sheppard had left the prison. 

Between the two officers, with their arms linked in his, Jack Sheppardwas conducted to the cart. He looked around, and as he heard thatdeafening shout, --as he felt the influence of those thousand eyes fixedupon him, --as he listened to the cheers, all his misgivings--if he hadany--vanished, and he felt more as if he were marching to a triumph, than proceeding to a shameful death. 

Jack had no sooner taken his place in the cart, than he was followed bythe ordinary, who seated himself beside him, and, opening the book ofprayer, began to read aloud. Excited by the scene, Jack, however, couldpay little attention to the good man's discourse, and was lost in awhirl of tumultuous emotions. 

The calvacade was now put slowly in motion. The horse-soldiers wheeledround and cleared a path: the foot closed in upon the cart. Then camethe javelin-men, walking four abreast, and lastly, a long line ofconstables, marching in the same order. 

The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. This wasoccasioned by Jonathan Wild, who was seen to mount his horse and jointhe train. Jonathan, however, paid no sort of attention to thisdemonstration of hatred. He had buckled on his hanger, and had two braceof pistols in his belt, as well as others in this holsters. 

By this time, the procession had reached the west end of the wall of St. Sepulchre's church, where, in compliance with an old custom, it halted. By the will of Mr. Robert Dow, merchant tailor, it was appointed thatthe sexton of St. Sepulchre's should pronounce a solemn exhortation uponevery criminal on his way to Tyburn, for which office he was to receivea small stipend. As soon as the cavalcade stopped, the sexton advanced, and, ringing a handbell, pronounced the following admonition. 

"_All good people pray heartily unto God for this poor sinner, who isnow going to take his death, for whom this great bell doth toll_. 

"_You who are condemned to die, repent with lamentable tears. Ask mercyof the Lord for the salvation of your own soul, through the merits ofthe death and passion of Jesus Christ, who now sits at the right hand ofGod, to make intercession for you, if you penitently return to him. TheLord have mercy upon you_!"

This ceremony concluded, the calvacade was again put in motion. 

Slowly descending Snow Hill, the train passed on its way, attended bythe same stunning vociferations, cheers, yells, and outcries, which hadaccompanied it on starting from Newgate. The guards had great difficultyin preserving a clear passage without resorting to severe measures, forthe tide, which poured upon them behind, around, in front, and at allsides, was almost irresistible. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. Every window, from the groundfloor to thegarret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators. Words of encouragement and sympathy were addressed to Jack, who, as helooked around, beheld many a friendly glance fixed upon him. 

In this way, they reached Holborn Bridge. Here a little delay occurred. The passage was so narrow that there was only sufficient room for thecart to pass, with a single line of foot-soldiers on one side; and, asthe walls of the bridge were covered with spectators, it was not deemedprudent to cross it till these persons were dislodged. 

While this was effected, intelligence was brought that a formidable mobwas pouring down Field Lane, the end of which was barricaded. Theadvanced guard rode on to drive away any opposition, while the main bodyof the procession crossed the bridge, and slowly toiled up Holborn Hill. 

The entrance of Shoe Lane, and the whole line of the wall of St. Andrew's church, the bell of which was tolling, was covered withspectators. Upon the steps leading to the gates of the church stood twopersons whom Jack instantly recognised. These were his mistresses, PollMaggot and Edgeworth Bess. As soon as the latter beheld him, she uttereda loud scream, and fainted. She was caught by some of the bystanders, who offered by her every assistance in their power. As to Mrs. Maggot, whose nerves were more firmly strung, she contented herself with wavingher hand affectionately to her lover, and encouraging him by hergestures. 

While this was taking place, another and more serious interruptionoccurred. The advanced guard had endeavoured to disperse the mob inField Lane, but were not prepared to meet with the resistance theyencountered. The pavement had been hastily picked up, and heaped acrossthe end of the street, upon which planks, barrels, and other barricades, were laid. Most of the mob were armed with pikes, staves, swords, muskets, and other weapons, and offered a most desperate resistance tothe soldiery, whom they drove back with a shower of paving-stones. 

The arrival of the cart at the end of Field Lane, appeared the signalfor an attempt at rescue. With a loud shout, and headed by apowerfully-built man, with a face as black as that of a mulatto, andarmed with a cutlass, the rabble leapt over the barricades, and rushedtowards the vehicle. An immediate halt took place. The soldierssurrounded the cart, drew their swords, and by striking the riotersfirst with the blunt edge of their blades, and afterwards with the sharppoints, succeeded in driving them back. 

Amid this skirmish Jonathan greatly distinguished himself. Drawing hishanger he rode amongst the crowd, trampled upon those most in advance, and made an attempt to seize their leader, in whom he recognisedBlueskin. 

Baffled in their attempt, the mob uttered a roar, such as only athousand angry voices can utter, and discharged a volley of missiles atthe soldiery. Stones and brickbats were showered on all sides, and Mr. Marvel was almost dislodged from his seat on the coffin by a dead dog, which was hurled against him, and struck him in the face. 

At length, however, by dealing blows right and left with their swords, and even inflicting severe cuts on the foremost of the rabble, thesoldiers managed to gain a clear course, and to drive back theassailants; who, as they retreated behind the barricades, shouted intones of defiance, "To Tyburn! to Tyburn!"

The object of all this tumult, meanwhile, never altered his position, but sat back in the cart, as if resolved not to make even a struggle toregain his liberty. 

The procession now wound its way, without further interruption, alongHolborn. Like a river swollen by many currents, it gathered force fromthe various avenues that poured their streams into it. Fetter Lane, onthe left, Gray's Inn, on the right, added their supplies. On all handsJack was cheered, and Jonathan hooted. 

At length, the train approached St. Giles's. Here, according to anotherold custom, already alluded to, a criminal taken to execution wasallowed to halt at a tavern, called the Crown, and take a draught fromSt. Giles's bowl, "as his last refreshment on earth. " At the door ofthis tavern, which was situated on the left of the street, not more thana hundred yards distant from the church, the bell of which began to tollas soon as the procession came in sight, the cart drew up, and the wholecavalcade halted. A wooden balcony in one of the adjoining houses wasthronged with ladies, all of whom appeared to take a lively interest inthe scene, and to be full of commiseration for the criminal, not, perhaps, unmixed with admiration of his appearance. Every window in thepublic house was filled with guests; and, as in the case of St. Andrew's, the churchyard wall of St. Giles's was lined with spectators. 

A scene now ensued, highly characteristic of the age, and the occasion. The doleful procession at once assumed a festive character. Many of thesoldiers dismounted, and called for drink. Their example wasimmediately imitated by the officers, constables, javelin men, and otherattendants; and nothing was to be heard but shouts of laughter andjesting, --nothing seen but the passing of glasses, and the emptying offoaming jugs. Mr. Marvel, who had been a little discomposed by thetreatment he had experienced on Holborn Hill, very composedly filled andlighted his pipe. 

One group at the door attracted Jack's attention, inasmuch as it wascomposed of several of his old acquaintances--Mr. Kneebone, VanGalgebrok, and Baptist Kettleby--all of whom greeted him cordially. Besides these, there was a sturdy-looking fellow, whom he instantlyrecognised as the honest blacksmith who had freed him from his irons atTottenham. 

"I am here, you see, " said the smith. 

"So I perceive, " replied Jack. 

At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stoutpersonage, with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to receive it. Raising the bowl in his right hand, Jack glanced towards the balcony, in which the group of ladies wereseated, and begged to drink their healths; he then turned to Kneeboneand the others, who extended their hands towards him, and raised it tohis lips. Just as he was about to drain it, he encountered the basiliskglance of Jonathan Wild, and paused. 

"I leave this bowl for you, " he cried, returning it to the landlorduntasted. 

"Your father said so before you, " replied Jonathan, malignantly; "andyet it has tarried thus long. "

"You will call for it before six months are passed, " rejoined Jack, sternly. 

Once again the cavalcade was in motion, and winding its way by St. Giles's church, the bell of which continued tolling all the time, passedthe pound, and entered Oxford Road, or, as it was then not unfrequentlytermed, Tyburn Road. After passing Tottenham Court Road, very fewhouses were to be seen on the right hand, opposite Wardour Street it wasopen country. 

The crowd now dispersed amongst the fields, and thousands of personswere seen hurrying towards Tyburn as fast as their legs could carrythem, leaping over hedges, and breaking down every impediment in theircourse. 

Besides those who conducted themselves more peaceably, the conductors ofthe procession noticed with considerable uneasiness, large bands of menarmed with staves, bludgeons, and other weapons, who were flying acrossthe field in the same direction. As it was feared that some mischiefwould ensue, Wild volunteered, if he were allowed a small body of men, to ride forward to Tyburn, and keep the ground clear until the arrivalof the prisoner. 

This suggestion being approved, was instantly acted upon, and thethief-taker, accompanied by a body of the grenadiers, rode forward. 

The train, meantime, had passed Marylebone Lane, when it again pausedfor a moment, at Jack's request, near the door of a public-house calledthe City of Oxford. 

Scarcely had it come to a halt, when a stalwart man shouldered his way, in spite of their opposition, through the lines of soldiery to the cart, and offered his large horny hand to the prisoner. 

"I told you I would call to bid you farewell, Mr. Figg, " said Jack. 

"So you did, " replied the prize-fighter. "Sorry you're obliged to keepyour word. Heard of your last escape. Hoped you'd not be retaken. Neversent for the shirt. "

"I didn't want it, " replied Jack; "but who are those gentlemen?"

"Friends of yours, " replied Figg; "come to see you;--Sir JamesThornhill, Mr. Hogarth, and Mr. Gay. They send you every good wish. "

"Offer them my hearty thanks, " replied Jack, waving his hand to thegroup, all of whom returned the salutation. "And now, farewell, Mr. Figg! In a few minutes, all will be over. "

Figg turned aside to hide the tears that started to his eyes, --for thestout prize-fighter, with a man's courage, had a woman's heart, --and theprocession again set forward. 

CHAPTER XXXII. 

The Closing Scene. 

Tyburn was now at hand. Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismalobject. It was the gallows. Jack, whose back was towards it, did not seeit; but he heard, from the pitying exclamations of the crowd, that itwas in view. This circumstance produced no further alteration in hisdemeanour except that he endeavoured to abstract himself from thesurrounding scene, and bend his attention to the prayers which theordinary was reciting. 

Just as he had succeeded in fixing his attention, it was again shaken, and he was almost unnerved by the sight of Mr. Wood, who was standing atthe edge of a raised platform, anxiously waving his hand to him. 

Jack instantly sprang to his feet, and as his guards construed themotion into an attempt to escape, several of them drew their swords andmotioned to him to sit down. But Jack did not heed them. His looks werefixed on his old benefactor. 

"God in Heaven bless you, unhappy boy!" cried. Wood, bursting intotears, "God bless you!"

Jack extended his hand towards him, and looked anxiously for Thames; buthe was nowhere to be seen. A severe pang shot through Jack's heart, andhe would have given worlds if he possessed them to have seen his friendonce more. The wish was vain: and, endeavouring to banish every earthlythought, he addressed himself deeply and sincerely to prayer. 

While this was passing, Jonathan had ridden back to Marvel to tell himthat all was ready, and to give him his last instructions. 

"You'll lose no time, " said the thief-taker. "A hundred pounds if you doit quickly. "

"Rely on me, " rejoined the executioner, throwing away his pipe, whichwas just finished. 

A deep dread calm, like that which precedes a thunderstorm, nowprevailed amongst the assemblage. The thousand voices which a fewmoments before had been so clamorous were now hushed. Not a breath wasdrawn. The troops had kept a large space clear around the gallows. Thegalleries adjoining it were crowded with spectators, --so was the roof ofa large tavern, then the only house standing at the end of the EdgewareRoad, --so were the trees, --the walls of Hyde Park, --a neighbouring barn, a shed, --in short, every available position. 

The cart, meantime, had approached the fatal tree. The guards, horse andfoot, and constables formed a wide circle round it to keep off the mob. It was an awful moment--so awful, that every other feeling except deepinterest in the scene seemed suspended. 

At this terrible juncture, Jack maintained his composure, --a smileplayed upon his face before the cap was drawn over it, --and the lastwords he uttered were, "My poor mother! I shall soon join her!" The ropewas then adjusted, and the cart began to move. 

The next instant, he was launched into eternity!

Scarcely had he been turned off a moment, when a man with swarthyfeatures leapt into the cart with an open clasp-knife in his hand, and, before he could be prevented, severed the rope, and cut down the body. It was Blueskin. His assistance came too late. A ball from Wild's pistolpassed through his heart, and a volley of musketry poured from theguards lodged several balls in the yet breathing body of his leader. 

Blueskin, however, was not unattended. A thousand eager assistantspressed behind him. Jack's body was caught, and passed from hand to handover a thousand heads, till it was far from the fatal tree. 

The shouts of indignation--the frightful yells now raised baffledescription. A furious attack was made on Jonathan, who, though hedefended himself like a lion, was desperately wounded, and wouldinevitably have perished if he had not been protected by the guards, who were obliged to use both swords and fire-arms upon the mob in hisdefence. He was at length rescued from his assailants, --rescued toperish, seven months afterwards, with every ignominy, at the very gibbetto which he had brought his victim. 

The body of Jack Sheppard, meanwhile, was borne along by that tremendoushost, which rose and fell like the waves of the ocean, until itapproached the termination of the Edgeware Road. 

At this point a carriage with servants in sumptuous liveries wasstationed. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a maskon his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. Atlength, the body was brought towards him. Instantly seizing it, theyoung man placed it in the carriage, shut the door, and commanded hisservants to drive off. The order was promptly obeyed, and the horsesproceeded at a furious pace along the Edgeware Road. 

Half an hour afterwards the body of Jack was carefully examined. It hadbeen cut down before life was extinct, but a ball from one of thesoldiers had pierced his heart. 

Thus died Jack Sheppard. 

That night a grave was dug in Willesden churchyard, next to that inwhich Mrs. Sheppard had been interred. Two persons, besides theclergyman and sexton, alone attended the ceremony. They were a young manand an old one, and both appeared deeply affected. The coffin waslowered into the grave, and the mourners departed. A simple woodenmonument was placed over the grave, but without any name or date. Inafter years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ranthus--

[Illustration: JACK SHEPPARD]

THE END.