112 THE WIDOWER'S GARLAND.1 Its rocks and woods-the cottage where she dwelt; Of many helpless children. I begin No sadness, when I think of what mine eyes -Bright garland form they for the pensive brow That father was, and filled with anxious fear, By nature only; but, if thither led, Ye would discover then a studious work I freely gather; and my leisure draws A not unfrequent pastime from the sight Of the bees murmuring round their sheltered hives Laid open through the blazing window:-there Spinning amain, as if to overtake The never-halting time; or, in her turn, (1) See Engraving, page 97. -Thrice happy, then, the mother may be deemed, I turned, that ye in mind might witness where, Miscellaneous. "I have here made only a nosegay of culled flowers, and have brought nothing of my own, but the string that ties them."-Montaigne. HYDER ALI'S REVENGE. WHEN, at length, Hyder Ali found that he had to do with men who either would sign no convention, or whom no treaty and no signature could bind, and who were the determined enemies of human intercourse itself, he decreed to make the country possessed by these incorrigible and predestinated criminals a memorable He resolved, in the gloomy example to mankind. recesses of a mind capacious of such things, to leave the THE greatest of modern philosophers (Bacon) declares that "he would rather believe all the fables in the Legend, and the Talmud and the Alcoran, than that this universal frame is without mind."-Stewart. Thou mayst come to the summer woods again, A change must pass o'er thee; farewell, farewell !" Listen but once to the sound of our mirth; The peace it could once on thy heart bestow. Under the arch by our mingling made, Thou wilt bear in our gladsome laugh no part- And a something of gloom on his spirit weigh'd, From Poems by the late Mrs. HEMANS. Ir is not the custom of this country to advert to the offence for which a prisoner has been transported. Many reasons induce me to observe a profound silence on this point, whilst I detail the eventful scenes in the life of Lucy Cooper, after her arrival in Australia. The name of the village in England where she was born, and even that of her family, are concealed on the same account. Lucy Cooper was the name by which she chose to be distinguished here, and I have adopted it under the impression that the truth of my narrative, and the impressive lesson it conveys, will suffer no material diminution from the change. It was early in the year 1836, that the Pyramus, a convict ship, from Deptford, dropped her anchor in Sydney Cove. The morning had been obscure and moist, and the light on the South Head was first perceived about three o'clock. Towards five, the bold promontories of Sydney Harbour, now distinctly visible in the daylight, and distant about a mile asunder, lowered on either bow; the middle head, within them, appeared to terminate the shallow bay; when, suddenly, an opening to the southward presented a channel for the further progress of the ship, which almost immediately opened to the westward, and displayed the noble waters of this celebrated port. The pilot had already assumed the direction of the vessel, which he had boarded from his whale-boat manned by four stout New Zealanders. The rain had gradually increased, until it assumed the settled character with which it is observed to descend in these latitudes, frequently for three or four days together, whilst the women had been ordered below, as well to secure them from the weather, as to prevent their hindering the crew in the important duty of working the ship. To those unhappy prisoners, therefore, two hundred and twenty-seven in number, the magnificent scenery of the Australian shores afforded no other joy, than the poor consolation that their perils by sea were terminated, and the privations and discomfort of a five months' voyage about to be exchanged for miseries yet untried. Under the most favourable circumstances, females on board ship experience annoyances which are unknown to the other sex; and the amusements of which they are capable, are still fewer than those which break the monotony of a sea life to men. But, under the restrictions of a prison-ship, with a miserable diet, and a scanty provision of things of humblest necessity, together with poor clothing, and the crowded decks, it needed only the profligacy of more than two hundred bad women, confined together within the narrowest limits, for such a protracted period, to render the Pyramus a dreadful place of confinement and distress. It was with pleasure, therefore, that the women made preparations to go on shore. What little improvement in their costume their humble means afforded, was soon effected; and the prisoners were mustered and handed over to the authorities. A large proportion of the women were immediately assigned to private service; and, amongst the rest, Lucy Cooper was allotted to the family of a barrister of some eminence, who immediately sent to have her conveyed to his country house. Although every sentiment of piety had been almost extinguished by a succession of events that, for eleven months, had crowded upon each other with painful and confused rapidity; and the abandoned wretches, by whom she was surrounded, omitted no occasion to ridicule and insult the least tendency to promote decency and order, still more any reverence for the laws of God or man ; the force of early habit prevailed so far, that, when Lucy set her feet once more upon the "dry land," an involuntary murmur passed her lips, expressive of her thankfulness to God. The landing-place projects far into the sea, being composed of massy stones, and affording a safe and easy footing. It leads to the northern extremity of the town, from whence the sea and land view are equally beautiful; and here a man was waiting, with a dray and four bullocks, ready to receive his fellowservant, who was safely lodged among some packages of grocery, butcher-meat, and a basket of bread. The slow pace of the bullocks, as they pursued their way down George Street, which is the principal street of Sydney, gave the stranger an opportunity of gazing at the rising opulence of this new capital. St. Philip's Church, the eldest born of the Church of England in the colony, was seen at the summit of a hill to the right, a few hundred yards removed from George Street; and still further on, to the left, the spire and church of spurs to his horse, and plunged down the steep road towards home, scattering the mud and slush in all directions. He rode by the dray without further notice, and was soon out of sight. Three or four successive hills and valleys were passed on a road of ample width, enclosed on both sides by a four railed fence, and through a thickly wooded country, partly cleared and partly cumbered with trees, some standing, some fallen, and occasionally smouldering with a fire that had continued burning for many weeks. In this manner they passed Annandale and Elswick, and finally turned up a narrow lane, some three furlongs in length, at the end of which lay the garden and cottage residence of Feversham. In a secluded part of the road, Joe, having first looked around him to see that he was not observed, drew near the side of the dray, and explained to Lucy that the horseman who had thus preceded them was their master, and that he was apprehensive of the consequences of the robbery that had been committed. "Master," said he, "is a wide awake chap, and will spare neither of us; but, my girl," he continued, "shut your eyes and see nothing; shut your ears and hear nothing; shut your mouth and say nothing; or you will lead but a so so life, I can promise you." Lucy made no reply, but inwardly determined to use all the discretion she was mistress of, in dealing with her master and her fellow-servants, until she should learn with some certainty the true nature of her position. St. James were very conspicuous. The shops were full of business; the streets resounded with the hum of men; and evidence of the English origin of the place was no where wanting. Gradually, however, the houses ceased to be continuous; open fields, which are now covered with the habitations of men, succeeded; and the turnpike-gate, of English aspect and construction, proved the limit of the town. The roads were deep in mud and clay; deep ruts and pools swallowed up the wheels, and the gutters on either side of the streets rolled their headlong torrents down the brick-field hill. The rain fell continuously, and gave no signs of intermission. To wrap herself in a coarse great coat belonging to the driver, and to take refuge beneath the folds of a heavy tarpaulin which lay upon the dray, was a natural and obvious measure. Dejection and low diet made the young woman shrink and shudder on the jolting vehicle, and a few scalding tears coursed one another down her cheeks, as the helpless, homeless, friendless nature of her position forced itself upon her thoughts. But Lucy's meditations were soon interrupted. The dray stopped by the road-side, where a red bull's portrait indicated the presence of a public-house, one only of the very many which abound in the neighbourhood of Sydney. Here, without any attempt at concealment, an official of the inn picked a few stitches in the seam of a sack of flour deposited at the side of the dray; and having permitted the meal to flow forth in a full stream, which he received into a stable pail, he quickly disappeared with the plunder down a gateway. The driver looked on with apparent indifference, until the same person reappeared, bearing in each hand an overflowing glass The driver handed one of them to Lucy, and bade her "take a ball" to keep out the wet; at the same time he poured the contents of the other down his throat, and proceeded to light his short and blackened pipe. Lucy Cooper, however, without tasting the coarse and acrid stimulant, returned the glass to her fellow-drenched with rain, could hardly summon strength to servant, who testified no small amazement at her refusal to exhaust it, but showed no unwillingness to finish what his new acquaintance had left undone. of rum. The bullocks resumed their plodding pace; the flour trickled from the dray into the mud; the rain continued to descend, and Lucy shrunk back into her shelter. At this moment a horseman, buttoned and cloaked up to the chin, suddenly drew up his powerful beast, and called upon the driver to stop his team. He swore vehemently at the man, and bade him secure the sack. "But stay," said he; "what scheme is this, Joe? Who cut the sack?" "I don't know, sir," was the reply. "Well," said his master, "I will make you know to-morrow morning, if you don't find out to night. Let us see, the seam is opened, and your track is marked upon the road by a long white line. Get home as fast as you can, and I will follow you." Joe sounded his heavy bullock-whip, and his sluggish eattle again set forward. But his master, intent upon tracing a clue so obviously presented to his scrutiny, trotted back to the Red Bull, whither the evidence of the flour guided him, and, taking to the gateway without inquiry or delay, seized upon John Ostler in the stable, with the pail of flour in his hand. A constable was immediately procured, who, at a single word from the horseman, carried off the ostler and his pail to the nearest watch-house, which in this colony stands open day and night for the reception of visitors. Although this scene passed with as little noise and delay as possible, the landlord from within was alarmed, and with many bows and scrapes to the horseman, begged to know what was the matter. "I will tell you," said he, " to-morrow morning at nine o'clock. You will not give me the trouble, I am sure, to send for you. At the police-office, to-morrow morning." "Yes, your worship," said the publican, and bowed the magistrate out of his stable-yard, who once more set reversham house, built on the ground floor, after the fashion of this colony, was a quadrangle, open in the centre, and surrounded on three sides by a wide verandah, sustained by white columns of wood at due intervals. The south side, which in this hemisphere is rarely cheered by the sun, was occupied chiefly by the offices, and was without the shelter afforded to the other sides. Here Joe assisted Lucy to alight; and the poor girl, feeble with the privations of the voyage, ill-fed, and walk into the kitchen, whilst Joe proceeded to unload his dray, and deliver his cargo to Mrs. Caveat, who was waiting with her keys to see it safely deposited. "I am afraid, ma'am," said Joe," this here sack is bursted, and the flour lost; hows'ever, there a'nt much on it gone." "Ah! Joe, Joe, you are always meeting some misfortune. The Doctor is just come home, and says he will put a stitch or two between your shoulders to-morrow." 'Aye, aye," said Joe, "my back must suffer for it, I know. Whatever happens, the scourger is the man to set all to rights." Two or three more of the men came up to assist in getting the dray unloaded, which was no sooner done, than the oxen were unyoked and turned into the paddock, the dray left standing at the kitchen-door, and the men retired to their huts to waste the day, which was wholly unfavourable for labour in the open air, and therefore spent in sleep, as soon as their scanty rations had been cooked and devoured. Mrs. Caveat now returned to the kitchen, where an old and ill-favoured Irish woman was engaged at the washing-tub, stealing glances at the new comer, but without attempting to show her any kindness. "What is your name, young woman," said Mrs. Caveat. "I am afraid you are very wet. But take off your shoes and stockings, and change your clothes, if your bundle contains a change, at least. Walsh shall give you a basin of hot tea and a damper, and then you shall tell the Doctor what happened upon the road; and mind you tell the truth, or you will begin by getting into trouble. The Doctor will be your friend if you deserve it; but he never pardons those who treat him ill." Mrs. Caveat left Lucy by the fire-side, which glowed in the midst of an Australian summer, with three or four logs of "iron-bark" lying on the bricks, and ministering flames to the blackened sides of a huge cauldron suspended from a ponderous bar in the 116 chimney, and neighboured by a boiler with a brass The forlorn and wretched girl was overwhelmed with "We were five months, and had a great deal of bad weather, sir." "Had you any sickness on board?" "Thirteen deaths, sir; amongst the rest"-Lucy began to sob. Amongst the rest?"-continued the doctor, in a tone of inquiry. "Amongst them, sir, was my poor sister." "What was her age?-How old are you?" "I am twenty, sir; my sister was twenty-one." "Were you well treated?-Have you any complaints to make?" "None at all; we were as well treated as our condition allowed, and better, I am sure, than we deserved." "Well, I rejoice to hear you say so. My inquiries have hitherto been productive of some good, at any rate. Your name," continued Dr. Caveat, examining a scrap of paper which had been forwarded with the prisoner, whose description it bore, "your name, I see, is Lucy Cooper." Lucy acknowledged her name in a quiet way, and without speaking. "Well, Lucy," said the Doctor, whilst he sipped his wine, "do you remember seeing me upon the road?" "I should not have known you again, sir," Lucy faltered out. "You had halted at the Red Bull, had you not?" "We stopped for a minute at a public-house, but I did not notice the sign, sir." "What had you to drink?" demanded the Doctor. 'I drank nothing, sir," was Lucy's answer. you have already ac"I see," said Doctor Caveat, quired the colonial accomplishment of keeping a secret. If you drank nothing, tell me girl, what did Joe drink?” "I cannot say, sir," was Lucy's answer. "Cannot and will not are all one," said Doctor Caveat, but Joe shall tell us in the morning himself, if whipcord can make him speak. As for you, young woman, I was in hopes, from your youth and inexperience, to have found you faithful to my interest, and attached to my family-when you became acquainted with us, I mean--but you will choose your friends, I suppose, and go your own ways in spite of any thing I can offer you." Indeed, sir," replied Lucy, "I feel the want of a friend, and hope that my good conduct will recommend me to your consideration." Enough, enough, young woman," interrupted Mrs. Caveat, startled at a word or two that Lucy uttered, and not greatly pleased with the gentle tones in which they were conveyed; "if you have nothing further to communicate to the Doctor, you may go back to the kitchen. Walsh will find you something to do." It would seem that the examination which had taken place had been diligently reported in the kitchen by him in the pink jacket, and had produced a favourable effect upon the company there assembled, which now consisted of Jenny Muckle from the laundry, an old Scotchwoman, Betsy Shindles, the cook, a young Londoner of three-andtwenty, the foresaid Anne Walsh, and Tom Collins, in the pink jacket, who had been born in the colony, and brought up in the Male Orphan School at Liverpool. These assigned women of the Doctor's, and the privileged boy, who had the run of the whole house from the kitchen upwards, and also visited the men's huts whenever he pleased, and who thus formed an easy mode of communication between all hands, and on that account had acquired the honourable appellation of Pug Mischief, were all regaling themselves upon that choice luxury of Anstralia, a cup of tea; and were calculating the probability of an amour between the Doctor and Lucy; the desir ableness of a change in the executive by the removal of the acting Mrs. Caveat, and the suitableness of her prospective successor to the wants and wishes of the community there assembled. Jealousy and the elder women were not unacquainted, notwithstanding all the disqualifications of original ugliness, and the dilapidations of a lengthened colonial service in the ranks of vice and debauchery; ceaseless exposure to the sun by day, and the visitations of mosquitoes by night; but with Betsy Shindles, who had already made some progress towards intimacy with her learned master, and whose hopes were accordingly raised much higher than the due value of her merits justified, that unpleasant feeling rose in her throat with suffocating power, and she gave vent to her uneasiness by staring at Lucy, and turning up her nose at her. "I am glad you did not split upon Joe," said Walsh, though I believe his luck's against him." "Yes, he is booked for fifty before breakfast tomorrow," added Tom Collins. 66 They'll curl his hair for him, puir fellow," said Jenny Muckle, turning her tea into a soup-plate that stood upon the dresser, and blowing upon the steaming surface; "we ne'er blow upon one anither, lassie; that's aye the rule, and so you'll find it." "Bring your pannikin, girl, and take your tea," said Walsh, who had been cooking the beverage since Lucy |