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while that my grandfather would begin his promised story. But he seemed in no haste; for he sat in his accustomed corner, quietly smoking his pipe, and looking steadily into the glowing coals; peering, as I thought, into the changing embers to recognise the familiar forms and faces of old comrades and friends. I ventured to express this idea in a whisper to a little urchin whom my grandfather had undertaken to bring up,' and who now sat before the ruddy fire, trying on for the fiftieth time his first pair of boots. He said he thought it probable that he was ;' and farther, he thought it sensible in the old gentleman to look there, as he knew no other place than the fire where my grandfather would be likely to find the forms of those old soldier 'nobs' with whom he had caroused in the wars.' Having relieved himself of this opinion, he carefully shut one eye for the space of half a minute, then opened it with a jerk, and went into the leather business with renewed energy. I was not a little scandalized at the impudence of the fellow, so I sat perfectly still, and relinquished my idea.
As I said before, my grandfather seemed in no hurry to commence his story, so I sat quite quiet, communing with my old friend the clock. I do n't know but I might have continued to gaze at its honest face until this time, had it not suddenly stopped ticking, and distinctly winked at me! Yes, ‘Old Knick.,' that old clock winked at me; not lewdly, as is but too common now-a-days, but solemnly and drowsily; not once, but twice, thrice, four times; and then it nodded; and what with nodding and winking, at length I lost sight of it entirely.
When I opened my eyes again, methought I saw a long baronial hall, with a polished oaken floor, and quaint oaken panelling, and thick oaken cornices round the ceiling; and then there were huge antlers nailed upon the walls, and prim, stately pictures starting out from the oaken wainscotting, and a great fire-place on one side, with a roaring fire in it, that sent dancing and flickering lights and shadows upon the polished panels, and played fantastic tricks with the old paintings, making them wave and quiver, and nod to one another in the most familiar and friendly manner. I assure you, Sir, I could hardly believe the evidence of my own senses when I saw that there was a goodly company of old-fashioned clocks assembled there. There were fat old oaken clocks, plethoric gentlemen, who wheezed and talked with difficulty; and there were slim mahogany clocks, prim stately ladies of the old school, who tossed their haughty heads, and bridled up,' and made sweeping courtesies, when the old gentlemen saluted them and facetiously asked “how time went with 'em.' And then there were brazenfaced and solemn-faced and wooden-headed looking clocks; but they all bustled about and chatted and gossiped, in a truly wonderful manner for such ancient people. My grandfather's clock was there, and a gallant sprig of a beau he was. His puritanical manner had quite disappeared; he talked a great deal, and cut a great many jokes, and paid such pointed attentions to a blooming widow of a clock, that he kept her breast in a continual flutter. Ah! his attentions were almost scandalous ; such as I never should have suspected of the staid old clock who used to stand in my grandfather's kitchen, and tell the church time on Sunday mornings !
Just at this moment there was a great bustle at the farther end of the hall
, and in stalked a gentleman whom I knew immediately by his scythe and gray beard, for I had seen a picture of him in the primer only the day before. He bustled into the centre of the hall, and said, in quite a cheerful voice for so old a man, · The company must n't lose time !'— at which pleasantry all the clocks smiled. Then he took a bunch of keys from his girdle, and stepping up to one of the clocks, thrust it into his breast and turned it for some time; at which liberty the clock looked indignant, and made a chuckling noise, and seemed as if about to strike; but he thought better of it, and did n't. When the old gentleman had visited all the company in like manner, he stepped to one side of the room and cried out that now that they were wound up, they could go ;' at which all the clocks smiled again, as if old Time had come a good turn' on 'em. And now there was a great bowing and scraping among the clocks, and finally they all took their places on the floor and moved slowly off— tick, tick, tick'— in the measure of the contra-dance. Forward and back, slowly, up and down, stately, vis-à-vis, this wheezy old gentleman balancing to that trim matron opposite, and that sleepy-looking clock at the farther end of the room hob-nobbing to himself, forgetting time and tune. Tick, tick !-- Mahoganies change; my grandfather's clock and the blooming widow down the middle and up the outside ; down the outside and up the middle; bless her! how her heart palpitated, and how amorously the old fellow eyed her! Ah, I fear he had but a sorry character in his youthful days, when he was nothing but a watch! Still, up and down, over and back (they kept wonderful time for such old people), until the Oaks got out of breath and the Mahoganies looked red in the face. Then they stopped and gathered into little groups, and began to be facetious and witty. One old fellow remarked that he felt nearly 'run down;' at which the gentlemen smothered their laughter, and the ladies grew redder in the face, and looked out of the window ; for it reminded them of running down at the heel,' and 'heel was n't exactly a proper word to use in the presence of high-born dames.
After a little time they took their places for a Scotch reel, and my grandfather's clock was just swinging his partners off in gallant style, when the hall-door burst open, and in rushed a jaunty rabble of modern clocks! They came in laughing and chattering like magpies. They all had short bodies and slim legs, which they dangled about curiously, looking like a troupe of modern ballet-dancers. The old clocks were quite shocked at the indecent spectacle, and with a haughty step they all moved out of the room, except my grandfather's, who stood looking angrily at them. Zounds! what a clatter and bustle there was there! How the young clocks hopped and danced through the cotillion! Right and left, hurry and tumble, short bodies and slim legs—how they flew round one another and round themselves! Up and down, and off in tangents; and how they giggled and tittered, and could n't have stood still if they were going to be burnt. And then, when they came to the jig, whew! how they went it !'-—-rat-a-ta-tat! each one "going in to win'—and how the merry bells of each one jingled and rattled, keeping time to the clattering feet on the oaken floor! My
grandfather's clock could stand it no longer, so he strode firmly up to the dancers and exclaimed, One !'
When I looked up, my grandfather had his hand on the bed-room door-latch. He had told his story, and I had missed it. Reader, so have you ; but if I'm so sleepy another time, you may call my grandfather a tory!
What hast thou seen, what hast thou heard,
When wintry waves have talked with thee?
Were there no voices in the sea ?
It may be, but thou answerest not ;
To-day, with thine unwakened eye,
The smiles or frowns of sea or sky.
Thus thought I on that summer day,
When, with companions warm and true,
And gazed out o'er the waters blue.
THE AMERICAN THREE DAYS OF JULY.
There are two phases of revolution, equally dangerous to existing governments, but widely different in character and in the magnitude of their results. The one is short, sanguinary and unlooked for : The other sure and effectual, but the work of time. The one comes like the wild crash of the avalanche, overwhelming every thing in its desolating track: the other resembles the course of the noble river, rolling majestically onward to mingle its waters with the ocean.
Each is a type of national character; and no events are so impressive, no synchronisms so startling, as those which display in vivid contrast the glorious effulgence marking the accomplishment of the one, and the worse than chaotic darkness which shrouds the issue of the other.
France emerged from the confusion of her first revolutionary period a shattered and dismantled hulk, tossed to and fro on the angry waves of change. Unmindful of the fiëry ordeal through which they had been forced to pass, her people suffered their frail barge to drift where'er it migħt, unpiloted save by stranger hands. Wandering through the labyrinthine paths of reform, they never reached the Pisgah from whose welcome summit they could survey the enchanting prospect which imagination had depicted. The Republic passed along the stage with its crimes, its fearful orgies, its countless horrors, and the dazzling era of the empire gave place at length to the Second Restoration. The scenes of the past fifty years had all been vainly acted; and while marble column and colossal statue commemorated the warrior's deeds and the patriot's death, the living could only boast of a recompense as valueless. The charter, that gift wrung from the hard hands of royalty, became the Frenchman's heritage. How natural that he should idolize its privileges, purchased as they were at an immense sacrifice of blood and treasure ! Who but an idiot or a Bourbon could disregard the instructive lessons so often and so fatally repeated? But oaths were forgotten, royal pledges violated, and