The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1871-11-28 00:00:00

DIU VIII 'IOI4IIA /I.

And it went on thus-
Amount already acknowledged lin $ 44
And then followed another long Mt of subeeriptions, manklag
a total lion of neatly AM.
The paper was emus months old. but I remembered the
circumstances well Bill Murby was the driver of • " Royal
Blue," and had met with his death in this via.;-
One day, when driving • new pair of bones through
Leicentermume, they .lmuliaaoaouay observed the Muse's
horse in the middle of the enclosure, and, in their equine In-
dignatioa at It. wretched plight, Mood ou their hind legs, and
danced with rage.
The lives of the eleven inside and eight outside pare
were in Jeopardy; but Bill, claming an arm round of
the boom' necks as they stood upright, wave) held them
until the whole nineteen re had alighted, and sought
Mugs in the portico of the Altimakors. Then his=
tansurth felled him, and be fell headlengdown on Um .
to be picked up dead.
All this came Luto my mind as I eat looking at the para-
graph I have mentioned ; and I remembered, too, that at
the time the CMS of his widow had been taken op by Lard
Liverwort, who heeded the list with IMO; and, Liao, that •
cottage had been purchaied for Mrs. Murby down near Kenn-
logton-pmk, whither sne lad goo* te eotac. herself in her
bereavement, and hire on plain geeing and the interestlef the
money collected for her.
Theo, there, in that low oodles-Mop on the Berm side, •
grand idea came into my bead; and, haetily AaMing my
coffee, I rushed from the Mos.
by the Um I had gained the Elephant and Castle my plan
was 'matured. First I went into It. approximate railway
statioa, and prevailed upon the man boy In Marge el the
maltary department to let me have • "wean and brush up"
for my Mt halfpenny.
TM don.,! made lOC the Horns, and, Melting the pot-boy
dimagagsal, I held • whispered convereation with him. TM
result of that conversation was, that In live minutes I was
knocking most genteelly at the door of No. 17, Gasometer-
place, Kennington-park, IL
It waeopened by • child-a pretty child, as I reniember--•
child that looked at to. with ite big blue eyes, and in,, ran
shyly into the kitchen, shouting, "Mother I berg's • man at
Um door I"
The little on. might have said " gentlemen ;" but, no
matter. Blies bee' curly head I
The bead of the mother, thus called, looked out at the
kitchen doorway, It wee • welbehaped little head enough,
with a clomlyitlming endow's cap, girt? the aceonspanylag
toe a e and serious look, that I Ito was delusive. Bow
Mg, me, the owner of the 1.4 and ad •xclaimed, "
notltiok for you to-day I" and popped out of sight again.
My appearance we.. evidently agunet me. I sighed heavily,
and exclaimed loudly, "(MI It be potable I Then you do not
know user
This, al I thought it would, "filched" Me widow.
Coming hurriedly to the door, she inquired, "Why, whoever
are you, then r
Ah, Mtn Murby I replied, feelingly-for It was saw-
" I was forgetting myself; how should you know me?" Tim
I looked at her yearningly and sersterioosly, and advanced
two stops up the pewee. "How It chews me, even in my
md downlal, to see you, my dear medium In comparative
comfort. I shall die happier now. Liverwort's life be. not
been wholly mlespeut. Perhaps you will now allow IWO to
expire on your premises ; that is all I ask ;" and! made for
the um/Annum. The widow for • moment stood Moaned;
then, rushing after me, Me seised me by my coati-tall-which
came off -and sustained, "0. dear, me I What ever do you
nom Liverwort I-lixpere I-My premises I Oh what Is It-
what le it r and the pour little Waltitall Wise to mob!
Mr.. Murby," I said, 11111 I vanity UM to pin on Inqat,-
tall ; " pray don't give way. U I have frightened you, re
me. A little brandy might de us both good. That little as
darling there might"-
The good woman at ones gamed my meaning, and sent Mg
onspriug out with • bottle and eightpenea
Now, Madam," I continued, "you must allow me to
explain. But it le • long story, and you had better at.
She opened the parlour doer, and we both went In.
Flinging inymlf in the easy-chair that bore mark, on Its
green leather back of the oleagnious Mad of the deceased
Fast of all, Mrs. Murby," I began, let me ask you if
the Ual3lo of Liverwort mouses any recollection in your Mpg.
Ming boewn r
come it do," sho replied, •xcitudly ; " why, Ma%
Lord Liverwort give me VA when poor Bill was killed, bidet
lib heart
looked availed. Should I play my trump card? I would,
and risk all. "And yet but Ave minutes ago, madame, you
sternly ordered hlm from your door.'
Too widow nearly fell backwards, " Lawk a mussy I what
do you moan?" she cried.
Simply," I replied, rising, and throwing ea much mew
Crißurke and De Brett Into my naturally a.ristocratic
l(01 as pmable, " that! am her
You Lord Liverwort r she almost shrieked?
" Alas! alao !" I replied, sighing, you oare evidently not
beard my mil sad story. Will you lima, or do you wish to
I sec the coronet on my linen, before you give me your atten-
tion r kud 1 mad* ati though 1 would show her the proof I
alluded to.
•• 0,00, my lord," mid the widow, who was terribly fright-
mei. "I believe you, indeed 1 du I"
" Three weeks after I subscribed my mite to your MU-
mound fis id fund," I mkt, as I again eat down and dung myself
In • lordly fashion back in my chair, earthquake occurred
its the Went ladles, and thil whole of my tropical estate' were
swept away."
" Blew my heart I bow dreadful I" pat la the widow.
.1 dimmed several servants, and mopped my subscriptions
to the Forsigu Missionary Soolettes-but another trial was to
come. My head Midi atm:mid/id with every penny I had in
reedy money, and all my plate the following Monday two
months."
Agaln the widow murmured her commiseration.
Udortimately," 1 mot on, the next day the interest en
a mortgage, left me on my English Mat. by my minted
peps, fell due, and 1 had not a tlaliptillly to Ilfeet It. You can
gums what happened."
•' No, my lord ; axing your pardon, I can't," replied the
widow; " I Inver was for Mw like my poor BilL"
simply this," I continued; "1 lost everything but my
honour, and sixpence that I had vainly tried to pm on
air:mum of its amoutisomm That was bat Tuesday. This
morning my fortune had dwindled to thrumeece-oow, It le
aboolutely niL Say, oh I may that you will allow me to ale In
your wash-buuse grail.;" sod I sobbed, and dropped my bead
on my dirty shirt-front,
oh, my lord r exclaimed the widow, "do,'t tam age that,
(Meer up, my lord, do."
1 looked up. "What can 1do7" I naked.
"I have £l3 odd in the house," the good little woman
repined. "Take It; it will buy you • Meer, won't it, say
lord r She evidently had exalted notions of a peer's mow
Hob the widow and orphan I" I exclaimed sternly.
" Never ! True," I RO,,t on, who seem "with a few pounds la
my pocket I could retrieve all-but, no, never I Liverwort,
be • men !" and I thumped say breent savagely.
Tbe widow rushed from Me tom, and in • minute wee Mk
with • tha-caddy ill her hand. Opening It. lid,she was about
to pour It. gold endeavor contents into my bat, 'litchi swung
&bluntly between say hands-end I shou!ii hare let her do mo.
tor ono so bard up, you see-when maidenly the door opened,
and the child run la with the bottle, exclaiming, •• moth. I
here's the aim guinelme Looming what binge us the money
every month !"
I curled the nice genUman.
"Ahl my lord, you will know Mr. Dimbleby, the secretaryto my relief fulfil,* lOW KM Murhy. "flow fortunate that
he should come!
1 wee Just going to pounce on in, money, and bolt, when
Mr. Iltimoleby aim an. I knew him Inn moment.
Ile eso the very man that bad beat me ea severely for
cheating him out of the steamed envelops. And he knew
me. And he carried the mine slick
"What', that ecoundrei dote, here, Mrs. Madly 7" he
called out,
" Lor, isir. why it. Lord Liverwort In Mooed circum-
stances," said the astonished widow.
I believed Me word Mr. Minblebs met, nttorert.vg.. a MO-
LL,. oo• ; but 1 atteto4 mow la It, for, before be boa tame to
fully lAug It out, 1 wet WI, and half-way up the Arum.
It was hard to have such • grand idea spoilt JIM at the
moment of its coosummeolon, "runt It?
I have Uteri many other dodges Mum, but I am still" hard
And yet they say," Booed) le the beet policy,"

FAILIWELL.
The following burlesque "Farewell," from • New
York paper, is not • bad piers* of bathos
There'. • sound on the ooesn's crest t• night,
As the waves sport merry sad free,
And the moon comes out with her shimmering light,
And gilds the waves with a gilding bright,
A. my bsrk stands out to ma.
There's a form on the beach, and bar toted golden hair
Floats back on the bream from the ;
kilie died.; not • tear, 110 f MUMS= • prayer,
But a well-known voice coital* borne on the air,
As she Moods there calling to toe :
" Arrals, ye sold heathen, the divers old sneak,
1., to' the counthry ye me,
packire yer dud. an' gout' off Ilk. a streak,
White ye ocean sold woman five shillings a week
For doin yer waabin', by gar?"

"Tee LION, Tai NET. LID nil Mottu."—To pee
vent Pirates,and unprincipled Traders from deceiving
the puhlte,tbe proprietor o/ PuRSLI.'II SALAMI ON
AHMED has been oornpelled to adopt the above Trade
Mark (Lion,Net and Mouse), and ebb design will La
future continue to appear upon tbe wrapper of melt
genuine Bottle,and any one imitating it will nadir
themselves liable to riss or tirralsomarsir. The
following letter will bear testimony to the wonderful
iterative propertiee of this OLD OOOGH MEDIOINIL
—"Her Majesty's GUI] Boat, 'Holley,' Wick, North.
But Coast of Scotland, 7th deptember 1868.—Dear
sir._fieving had a most distrusiog and severe o=B.,
which caused me many despises nights and
days, I was reoosimanded by kits Loananir virs Lab
OF CAITHNESS, to try your most in valuable Balsam of
Aniseed, end Icon wore 7011 with the 6114 dote I found
immediate relieteren without bevies to stupend
various duties • and the first small bottle completely
oared we, Iheivfore I bars the greatest maidens. In
folly recousibsoding it to She million. Most runlet.
HALO. B. • Netley.'—Te
fully roam W. Lulsnil
Kr. Powell." Pvepared and Sold by THOM POwnst,
16 Nee/arms Hoed, Loudon: and Sold by Ohismisan
aild mown. Vesidore Obleoldki the World' I. "448
osly,ahLil iad3lsiSb. Ask ,he " POWIA&I
BALMY