Chapter XXX: The Troops March
The week that followed was a wild one indeed for Morvaix, and the citizens, freed suddenly from the blighting curse of the Tiger’s rule, gave themselves up, all classes alike, to a carnival of revelry and rejoicing.
The news of the strange occurrences which had culminated in the Governor’s death was carried far and wide through the city the same night by the liberated prisoners, who streamed out of the Castle in a gay throng, laughing and jesting, straining their throats with shouts and cheers for Gerard and Gabrielle, Bourbon and Malincourt, and jostling and shouldering one another in the mad race to be first to tell the glad tidings.
A garbled and distorted tale it was they told in describing the scene, the true meaning of which, although they had witnessed it, they could but imperfectly understand. But the main fact spoke for itself. The Tyrant was dead--had died by his own hand, rather than face the anger of the Great Bourbon who had brought an army to punish him and save the city.
They had seen this with their own eyes, and with their own ears had heard the words with which Gerard had afterwards dismissed them, promising solemnly good government for the future, relief from the grinding taxation and redress for their long suffered wrongs. And the whole livelong night was spent in rejoicing.
The morrow found the great news confirmed. A proclamation was issued from the Castle announcing that the Duc de Rochelle was dead, and that Gerard de Bourbon would act for the time as Governor, and this was followed by Gerard’s first decree as Governor, repealing some of the Tyrant’s ordinances, and detailing a number of measures to be taken immediately for the relief of the poorer citizens.
Nor was this all. The leading burghers were summoned to the Castle and informed of the forthcoming alliance between the Houses of Bourbon and Malincourt through the marriage of Gerard and Gabrielle; and told that Gerard hoped to remain permanently in Morvaix as the Governor of the Province. The burghers were also requested to take urgent counsel together as to the best means to be adopted to restore the impaired trade and fortunes of the city; and were thus sent on their way rejoicing with lighter hearts than they had known for many a long year.
A few days wrought wonders in changing the look of the little city and the demeanour of the people, who had many a substantial proof of the spirit of the new rule; and before the week was out it was known that couriers had passed between Morvaix and the Duke de Bourbon and that they had brought back from the Suzerain confirmation of Gerard’s appointment as the new Governor.
A crowd of smiling men and women were gathered in the market place cheering and rejoicing over this fresh good news, when two horsemen came riding from the Castle toward the south gate. They were de Proballe and Jacques Dauban; and of all the great throng their faces alone were dark and gloomy. Gerard had held de Proballe a close prisoner, intending to punish him severely; but at Gabrielle’s intercession had released him, on condition that he and Dauban left the city never to return to it.
“We are so happy, let us forgive,” she had pleaded; and herself had provided her uncle with a sum of money. But Pascal had not forgiven Dauban, and learning when he and his master were to be released, had whispered a word to Babillon which had results.
As the two men reached the farther end of the market place, where it narrowed into the street leading to the city gate, they found the press of people so great that no more than a walking pace was possible; and just at that moment they were recognized. Cries and hooting, coarse jests and gibes, took the place of smiles and cheers; clenched fists were raised in menace, as the people closed round the horses, rough hands being laid on the bridles.
De Proballe scowled in anger, and when one man seized the bridle of his horse and jeered at him to his face, he was foolhardy enough in his rage to raise his whip and strike the man across the mouth.
It was the spark to the tinder, and the flame burst out directly. In a moment he and Dauban were torn from their horses and jostled and shouldered and thrust from hand to hand, in the midst of a rough but not over ill-tempered crowd.
Babillon was close at hand, and himself raised the cry of “No violence on such a day as this. No violence.” And the cry was caught up by the people, and followed by bursts of thunderous jeering laughter at the sour looks and angry faces of the two men. It was rough jesting, however; and just when the people were tiring of it and the pair were getting back to their horses, a cry was raised by some one of “The pond, the pond;” and this, too, swelled into a roar.
Dauban was seized first by half a dozen stalwart fellows, and, writhing, struggling and kicking in futile resistance, was borne along and tossed into the middle of the pond which was near. He emerged a minute later, a shivering, soaked, half-drowned and all-bedraggled figure to be greeted, as he shook himself and stood squeezing the dirty water from his clothes, with such a roar of raucous laughter as might have been heard through half the city.
De Proballe’s turn came next; and despite his angry, vehement protests, he was seized in the same manner, and carried, fighting and screaming out impotent threats and curses, in the direction of the pond.
But before his ruthless captors reached the pond, an interruption came. Gerard and Gabrielle, with some others in attendance, had been riding, and were returning, when their attention was attracted by the sounds of the disturbance, and they came in full view of the proceedings just when Dauban stood shivering after his ducking and the crowd had seized upon de Proballe.
Gerard was for letting the thing be settled by the people, but Gabrielle would not, and with a touch of the spur, put her horse in the way.
Her appearance was the signal for a rousing cheer, and as soon as she could be heard, she said to those about her--
“You do not best show yourselves my friends in this. If you will please me, you will let M. de Proballe free. If I have forgiven him, cannot you?”
A shout of assent was the answer; and in a moment he was set at liberty; the two horses were brought up, and he and Dauban mounted, a wild burst of laughter at the figure which Dauban made being mingled in the cheers for Gabrielle and Malincourt.
De Proballe said not a word of thanks, and would not even look at Gabrielle; and as he passed close to Gerard it was with a scowl and an oath. Then he dug his heels into his horse’s flanks and rode out of the city and into the open country, closely followed by Dauban, who kept glancing timorously over his shoulder in fear of yet further trouble.
“I would not have had either of them hurt,” said Gabrielle, when Gerard joined her and they resumed the ride to the maison.
“A kindliness worthy of your gentle heart, Gabrielle. But I am differently cast, I fear. It would not have hurt him. He has stirred much dirty water in Morvaix, and if he had had to carry away a little of a different kind in his mouth and on his clothes it would have served him right. But he has had a good fright, and that’s something; and if you are glad no worse has chanced to him, why I am glad also. I would rather he had a dry skin than you be displeased.”
“It is best as it is, Gerard, although--it would have served him right;” and she laughed and added: “I could almost have wished we had not ridden up in time.”
“Nay, it gave the people a chance of seeing more evidence of your sweet nature, Gabrielle. How they cheered you! ’Twas a good-humoured crowd, too.”
“You have changed the temper of the people almost as if by the wave of a wizard’s wand.”
“Not I. ’Twas you they cheered. They know whom to thank. Your popularity is so great that you set me a difficult task to rival it.”
“How different from that angry sullen mob that faced the soldiers when we first met--and but little more than a week ago.” And in this easy happy fashion they chatted until Malincourt was reached.
On the terrace they found Lucette and Denys, now fast on the road to recovery, in converse with Dubois.
“I was chiding Captain Dubois for leaving us, Gabrielle,” cried Lucette smiling. “But he has an iron will--shot-proof against any arguments.”
“I wish you could persuade him to remain, Lucette,” said Gerard. “I have tried to bribe him with the offer of the command of the troops here, but he is, as you say, iron, and insists on leaving to-morrow with d’Alembert.”
“I am a soldier, mademoiselle,” answered Dubois, “and there is news of some fighting yet to be done. My place is with Bourbon’s army.”
“Ours will be a Bourbon army, too, friend.”
“I beg you, my lord, urge me no more. I have arranged the matters on which we spoke. The mercenaries who were in the late Governor’s troops have for the most part been enrolled in the companies that march to-morrow, and so many of the Bourbon men as you desired have taken their places. But your force will be chiefly Morvaix men--a sort of citizens’ army; and to command such a force is no more to my liking than it is fitted to my powers. I should but cause you infinite trouble by being constantly at loggerheads with your burghers.”
“You take them too seriously, captain. They are worthy men,” said Gabrielle.
“As men most worthy, doubtless, mademoiselle; as talkers, unsurpassed in France, I think; but I am a plain soldier.”
“I should like details of your arrangements now they are completed, Dubois. Come into the house and give them to me. Denys may well assist at the conference, for he will now be high in my esteem and confidence. Come, Denys--if Lucette will spare you to me.”
Denys flushed with pleasure, and Lucette smiled.
“What a wonderful change in everything, Gabrielle,” she exclaimed when the three men had left them. “How happy you look. And what a little cheat you were.”
“I? When?”
“Innocent! Why the day after M. Gerard met you in the market place. When you said that if for a moment you had swerved from thoughts of duty, a night’s reflection had sobered you. Sobered you! Intoxicated you, you should have said.”
“I did not know that Gerard was----” Lucette broke in with a merry laugh, and Gabrielle blushed.
“Was Gerard de Cobalt? Nor was he. But do you remember my words, when you were such a philosopher about the plagues of love? I told you you would learn to know it all some day. Oh, Gabrielle, what a lecture I might read you now! You cannot find him near you without a dozen tremors and a fleeting tide of colour in your face and light in your eyes; and when he is not by your side, how restless is Gabrielle, with glances here and glances there, listening for his footstep or his voice, and impatience, oh, such impatience, at all that keeps him from you.”
“If I plead guilty, has the court no mercy for me?”
“My dearest, I love you for it. But I told you how it would be; and God knows neither you nor I would have it otherwise. Ah, here is M. Pascal,” she said as he came round the house.
“Mademoiselle, I have hastened from the city to crave your pardon,” he said to Gabrielle.
“You are already assured of it, monsieur, for I know the offence will be but a trifle.”
“You must not trust all men, Gabrielle,” put in Lucette briskly.
“Yet unwittingly I may have offended. It was I who instigated the baiting of M. de Proballe and the scurvy knave he calls his secretary. I knew when he would leave, and set on Babillon to frighten him. I have heard it was against your wish, and would not have you blame your citizens for the act of a rough Bourbon soldier.”
“What happened to them?” asked Lucette. And when Pascal told her of Dauban’s treatment, she laughed and clapped her hands.
“May I tack a condition to my pardon, monsieur?” asked Gabrielle, smiling.
“Were I one of your cautious burghers, I would urge that the condition be first specified.”
“It is that you do not leave with the Bourbon forces to-morrow, but remain to be a friend and help to us all.”
“Then I pray you undo the tacking. Remember how sad a place Morvaix must ever be in my memory.”
“Sad?” exclaimed Lucette. “Monsieur!”
“I mean because of my many bereavements here.”
“Bereavements, monsieur?” said Gabrielle, with a frown of perplexity.
“Bereavements truly; what else? ’Twas here in Morvaix I lost my wife, after a union of but a few minutes; and after that my newly betrothed was snatched from me by inexorable fate.”
They both laughed, and Lucette said--
“Then you are desolate?”
“In truth could I be otherwise? I am always, and in earnest what Gerard was in masquerade for a few hours--a courier of fortune; and without the hope that the fortune I chased may prove as charming and delightful.”
“I would you could have stayed, monsieur; and I thank you for your pretty compliments,” said Gabrielle, smiling and blushing.
“You go to Paris, monsieur, I understand,” said Lucette. “Doubtless there you will find consolation.”
“In Paris there may be distractions, even if not consolation,” he answered gaily.
“Try to persuade him to remain, Lucette,” said Gabrielle, going into the house.
“Why will you not remain, M. Pascal?” asked Lucette half nervously and more seriously than usual with her.
“Is not the answer there, with her, Lucette, and here perhaps with you?” He spoke lightly, but his eyes were serious.
“I am not sure that I understand you.”
“And I am sure there is no need that you should. They will be a happy pair, I hope with all my heart; as I hope indeed that you will be happy with M. St. Jean--a prince of worthy fellows--even if a trifle disposed to jealousy. I have had much talk with him in the last few days.”
She was silent a moment turning over a ring on her finger.
“I hope you will be happy also.” Her voice was soft and low and trembled slightly.
“I am a soldier and love my colours. I have health and strength, a sound body and a modicum of wits, trust in myself and strong hope, and kindly memories to carry with me from Morvaix. Why should I not be happy?”
“Despite your bereavements?” And she smiled.
“Or perhaps because of them, Lucette.”
“A double-edged sentence that, surely.”
“And therefore best suited to the thought behind it.”
She lifted her eyes and looked at him searchingly, and he met the look with an easy smile.
“I wonder what you mean?” she said, so earnestly that her tone was almost sad.
“Your wonder is not greater than my own,” he laughed.
“In our worst troubles recently you laughed. You have a laugh for everything.”
“The finest mask with which Nature ever fitted man or woman is a laugh, Lucette. Yes, I can laugh at my own follies and wishes and troubles and--aye, even at my own bereavements.”
The gaiety of his tone was just as bright and free; and he continued to smile when Lucette again looked at him earnestly.
“Is that smile a mask, too? I would gladly know what is behind it,” she said.
“I think I myself shall know better when, say, there are twenty leagues between Morvaix and me.”
They stood looking one at the other a moment, and then Denys came out and joined them.
“Come to my rescue, Denys,” cried Pascal gaily. “Here is Madame Burgher trying to cross-examine me.”
“Aye, come and take a lesson in word fencing, Denys,” said Lucette.
“You may need many lessons when you fence with Lucette, my good friend.”
“I know it,” replied Denys with a smile, as he slipped his arm into hers and glanced at her.
“They would keep me in Morvaix,” laughed Pascal.
“And not they alone, Pascal. Do you know, Lucette, I have tried by the hour to persuade him to stay. But he tells me there are--shall I say it?” and he looked at Pascal, who shrugged his shoulders. “There are a woman’s eyes calling him away.”
“Warning me away, was what I said, friend.”
“’Tis the same thing,” declared Denys.
“Maybe; but ’twas the term I used. I think I have learnt to read more warnings than beckonings in women’s eyes. But ’tis the same in the end.”
Lucette watched him steadily as he spoke, and then surprised Denys by saying very seriously, and with something very much like a sigh--
“If that be the reason, it is well that you go, Pascal.”
“What, have you changed sides, Lucette?” cried Denys, rallying her.
“’Tis a woman’s way, Denys, and ever will be,” laughed Pascal.
“Wherever you go, Pascal, I wish you Godspeed with all my heart,” said Lucette in the same earnest, almost strenuous tone; and gave him her hand, which he carried to his lips.
“Denys will not mind that, at any rate,” he said.
Lucette shivered.
“Take me in, Denys, I am chilled,” she said; and without saying more or looking again at Pascal, she hurried in.
“’Tis a woman’s way, Denys, only and always a woman’s way,” he said, as Denys lingered a moment and then hurried after her.
Pascal watched them with a smile until they had gone, and then turned grave, nodded once or twice, smiled again, and again was grave, until, with a shrug of the shoulders, he turned and swung away.
The next morning all was bustle and commotion at the Castle, for the Bourbon troops were marching out. Gerard and Gabrielle and all from Malincourt were there to bid them farewell. They stood together, the centre of a large group, watching them start, and Lucette and Denys were a little apart from the rest.
Dubois, taciturn and quiet as usual, was busy seeing that everything was in due order; and Pascal, activity itself, moved gaily here, there and everywhere in the ranks, with eyes for everything and everybody, laughing and jesting in uncontrollable spirits.
His company was the last to start, and all his soldiers, although many of them were leaving behind friends in Morvaix and breaking pleasant associations, seemed to take the infection of their leader’s gaiety, and faced the parting with laughs and jokes and pleasantry.
The merriest and most cheerful of all the companies was Pascal’s, and he himself the merriest and most cheerful of them, as they saluted Gerard and cheered Gabrielle and then marched away with sturdy, stalwart stride.
Pascal waited to mount his horse until almost the last ranks were on the move.
“What spirits he has,” exclaimed Denys to Lucette as they stood watching the men. “I am sorry he is going.”
But Lucette was silent.
The last rank passed, and then Pascal, turning in the saddle, waved his hand and smiled. His eyes rested for a moment on Lucette’s, at least so it seemed to her; and she raised her kerchief and waved back to him just as he touched his horse and moved after his men.
She continued to wave and to stare after him, but he did not look back until, quite in the distance, he turned and again, as she thought, looked at her; and again she answered, waving to him.
He did not look back any more, and when, the last sign of the troops having disappeared and she was still staring after them, Denys touched her arm, she started almost as one awakened from a dream.
“I am glad he has gone,” she said, sighing; and then Denys saw that her eyes were dimmed with tears.
“Tears? Lucette?” he cried.
“It strains one’s eyes to stare so long. Give me your arm, Denys dear, and be patient with me to-day. I--I--oh, Denys dearest, I am so glad you are well again,” and she walked away clinging closely to his side.
And Denys, not understanding this mood of hers, was almost as much perplexed by her humour as he was delighted by her tenderness.
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=Abbe Constantin.= BY LUDOVIC HALEVY.
=Abbott.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Adam Bede.= BY GEORGE ELIOT.
=Addison’s Essays.= EDITED BY JOHN RICHARD GREEN.
=Aeneid of Virgil.= TRANSLATED BY JOHN CONNINGTON.
=Aesop’s Fables.=
=Alexander, the Great, Life of.= BY JOHN WILLIAMS.
=Alfred, the Great, Life of.= BY THOMAS HUGHES.
=Alhambra.= BY WASHINGTON IRVING.
=Alice in Wonderland, and Through the Looking-Glass.= BY LEWIS
CARROLL.
=Alice Lorraine.= BY R. D. BLACKMORE.
=All Sorts and Conditions of Men.= BY WALTER BESANT.
=Alton Locke.= BY CHARLES KINGSLEY.
=Amiel’s Journal.= TRANSLATED BY MRS. HUMPHREY WARD.
=Andersen’s Fairy Tales.=
=Anne of Geirstein.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Antiquary.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Arabian Nights’ Entertainments.=
=Ardath.= BY MARIE CORELLI.
=Arnold, Benedict, Life of.= BY GEORGE CANNING HILL.
=Arnold’s Poems.= BY MATTHEW ARNOLD.
=Around the World in the Yacht Sunbeam.= BY MRS. BRASSEY.
=Arundel Motto.= BY MARY CECIL HAY.
=At the Back of the North Wind.= BY GEORGE MACDONALD.
=Attic Philosopher.= BY EMILE SOUVESTRE.
=Auld Licht Idylls.= BY JAMES M. BARRIE.
=Aunt Diana.= BY ROSA N. CAREY.
=Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin.=
=Autocrat of the Breakfast Table.= BY O. W. HOLMES.
=Averil.= BY ROSA N. CAREY.
=Bacon’s Essays.= BY FRANCIS BACON.
=Barbara Heathcote’s Trial.= BY ROSA N. CAREY.
=Barnaby Rudge.= BY CHARLES DICKENS.
=Barrack Room Ballads.= BY RUDYARD KIPLING.
=Betrothed.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Beulah.= BY AUGUSTA J. EVANS.
=Black Beauty.= BY ANNA SEWELL.
=Black Dwarf.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Black Rock.= BY RALPH CONNOR.
=Black Tulip.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Bleak House.= BY CHARLES DICKENS.
=Blithedale Romance.= BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.
=Bondman.= BY HALL CAINE.
=Book of Golden Deeds.= BY CHARLOTTE M. YONGE.
=Boone, Daniel, Life of.= BY CECIL B. HARTLEY.
=Bride of Lammermoor.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Bride of the Nile.= BY GEORGE EBERS.
=Browning’s Poems.= BY ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.
=Browning’s Poems.= (SELECTIONS.) BY ROBERT BROWNING.
=Bryant’s Poems.= (EARLY.) BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
=Burgomaster’s Wife.= BY GEORGE EBERS.
=Burn’s Poems.= BY ROBERT BURNS.
=By Order of the King.= BY VICTOR HUGO.
=Byron’s Poems.= BY LORD BYRON.
=Caesar, Julius, Life of.= BY JAMES ANTHONY FROUDE.
=Carson, Kit, Life of.= BY CHARLES BURDETT.
=Cary’s Poems.= BY ALICE AND PHOEBE CARY.
=Cast Up by the Sea.= BY SIR SAMUEL BAKER.
=Charlemagne (Charles the Great), Life of.= BY THOMAS HODGKIN, D. C. L.
=Charles Auchester.= BY E. BERGER.
=Character.= BY SAMUEL SMILES.
=Charles O’Malley.= BY CHARLES LEVER.
=Chesterfield’s Letters.= BY LORD CHESTERFIELD.
=Chevalier de Maison Rouge.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Chicot the Jester.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Children of the Abbey.= BY REGINA MARIA ROCHE.
=Child’s History of England.= BY CHARLES DICKENS.
=Christmas Stories.= BY CHARLES DICKENS.
=Cloister and the Hearth.= BY CHARLES READE.
=Coleridge’s Poems.= BY SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE.
=Columbus, Christopher, Life of.= BY WASHINGTON IRVING.
=Companions of Jehu.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Complete Angler.= BY WALTON AND COTTON.
=Conduct of Life.= BY RALPH WALDO EMERSON.
=Confessions of an Opium Eater.= BY THOMAS DE QUINCEY.
=Conquest of Granada.= BY WASHINGTON IRVING.
=Conscript.= BY ERCKMANN-CHATRIAN.
=Conspiracy of Pontiac.= BY FRANCIS PARKMAN, JR.
=Conspirators.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Consuelo.= BY GEORGE SAND.
=Cook’s Voyages.= BY CAPTAIN JAMES COOK.
=Corinne.= BY MADAME DE STAEL.
=Countess de Charney.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Countess Gisela.= BY E. MARLITT.
=Countess of Rudolstadt.= BY GEORGE SAND.
=Count Robert of Paris.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Country Doctor.= BY HONORE DE BALZAC.
=Courtship of Miles Standish.= BY H. W. LONGFELLOW.
=Cousin Maude.= BY MARY J. HOLMES.
=Cranford.= BY MRS. GASKELL.
=Crockett, David, Life of.= AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY.
=Cromwell, Oliver, Life of.= BY EDWIN PAXTON HOOD.
=Crown of Wild Olive.= BY JOHN RUSKIN.
=Crusades.= BY GEO. W. COX, M. A.
=Daniel Deronda.= BY GEORGE ELIOT.
=Darkness and Daylight.= BY MARY J. HOLMES.
=Data of Ethics.= BY HERBERT SPENCER.
=Daughter of an Empress, The.= BY LOUISA MUHLBACH.
=David Copperfield.= BY CHARLES DICKENS.
=Days of Bruce.= BY GRACE AGUILAR.
=Deemster, The.= BY HALL CAINE.
=Deerslayer, The.= BY JAMES FENIMORE COOPER.
=Descent of Man.= BY CHARLES DARWIN.
=Discourses of Epictetus.= TRANSLATED BY GEORGE LONG.
=Divine Comedy.= (DANTE.) TRANSLATED BY REV. H. F. CAREY.
=Dombey & Son.= BY CHARLES DICKENS.
=Donal Grant.= BY GEORGE MACDONALD.
=Donovan.= BY EDNA LYALL.
=Dora Deane.= BY MARY J. HOLMES.
=Dove in the Eagle’s Nest.= BY CHARLOTTE M. YONGE.
=Dream Life.= BY IK MARVEL.
=Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.= BY R. L. STEVENSON.
=Duty.= BY SAMUEL SMILES.
=Early Days of Christianity.= BY F. W. FARRAR.
=East Lynne.= BY MRS. HENRY WOOD.
=Edith Lyle’s Secret.= BY MARY J. HOLMES.
=Education.= BY HERBERT SPENCER.
=Egoist.= BY GEORGE MEREDITH.
=Egyptian Princess.= BY GEORG EBERS..
=Eight Hundred Leagues on the Amazon.= BY JULES VERNE.
=Eliot’s Poems.= BY GEORGE ELIOT.
=Elizabeth and her German Garden.=
=Elizabeth (Queen of England), Life of.= BY EDWARD SPENCER BEESLY,
M.A.
=Elsie Venner.= BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
=Emerson’s Essays.= (COMPLETE.) BY RALPH WALDO EMERSON.
=Emerson’s Poems.= BY RALPH WALDO EMERSON.
=English Orphans.= BY MARY J. HOLMES.
=English Traits.= BY R. W. EMERSON.
=Essays in Criticism.= (FIRST AND SECOND SERIES.) BY MATTHEW ARNOLD.
=Essays of Elia.= BY CHARLES LAMB.
=Esther.= BY ROSA N. CAREY.
=Ethelyn’s Mistake.= BY MARY J. HOLMES.
=Evangeline.= (WITH NOTES.) BY H. W. LONGFELLOW.
=Evelina.= BY FRANCES BURNEY.
=Fair Maid of Perth.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Fairy Land of Science.= BY ARABELLA B. BUCKLEY.
=Faust.= (GOETHE.) TRANSLATED BY ANNA SWANWICK.
=Felix Holt.= BY GEORGE ELIOT.
=Fifteen Decisive Battles of the World.= BY E. S. CREASY.
=File No. 113.= BY EMILE GABORIAU.
=Firm of Girdlestone.= BY A. CONAN DOYLE.
=First Principles.= BY HERBERT SPENCER.
=First Violin.= BY JESSIE FOTHERGILL.
=For Lilias.= BY ROSA N. CAREY.
=Fortunes of Nigel.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Forty-Five Guardsmen.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Foul Play.= BY CHARLES READE.
=Fragments of Science.= BY JOHN TYNDALL.
=Frederick, the Great, Life of.= BY FRANCIS KUGLER.
=Frederick the Great and His Court.= BY LOUISA MUHLBACH.
=French Revolution.= BY THOMAS CARLYLE.
=From the Earth to the Moon.= BY JULES VERNE.
=Garibaldi, General, Life of.= BY THEODORE DWIGHT.
=Gil Blas, Adventures of.= BY A. R. LE SAGE.
=Gold Bug and Other Tales.= BY EDGAR A. POE.
=Gold Elsie.= BY E. MARLITT.
=Golden Treasury.= BY FRANCIS T. PALGRAVE.
=Goldsmith’s Poems.= BY OLIVER GOLDSMITH.
=Grandfather’s Chair.= BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.
=Grant, Ulysses S., Life of.= BY J. T. HEADLEY.
=Gray’s Poems.= BY THOMAS GRAY.
=Great Expectations.= BY CHARLES DICKENS.
=Greek Heroes, Fairy Tales for My Children.= BY CHARLES KINGSLEY.
=Green Mountain Boys, The.= BY D. P. THOMPSON.
=Grimm’s Household Tales.= BY THE BROTHERS GRIMM.
=Grimm’s Popular Tales.= BY THE BROTHERS GRIMM.
=Gulliver’s Travels.= BY DEAN SWIFT.
=Guy Mannering.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Hale, Nathan, the Martyr Spy.= BY CHARLOTTE MOLYNEUX HOLLOWAY.
=Handy Andy.= BY SAMUEL LOVER.
=Hans of Iceland.= BY VICTOR HUGO.
=Hannibal, the Carthaginian, Life of.= BY THOMAS ARNOLD, M. A.
=Hardy Norseman, A.= BY EDNA LYALL.
=Harold.= BY BULWER-LYTTON.
=Harry Lorrequer.= BY CHARLES LEVER.
=Heart of Midlothian.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Heir of Redclyffe.= BY CHARLOTTE M. YONGE.
=Hemans’ Poems.= BY MRS. FELICIA HEMANS.
=Henry Esmond.= BY WM. M. THACKERAY.
=Henry, Patrick, Life of.= BY WILLIAM WIRT.
=Her Dearest Foe.= BY MRS. ALEXANDER.
=Hereward.= BY CHARLES KINGSLEY.
=Heriot’s Choice.= BY ROSA N. CAREY.
=Heroes and Hero-Worship.= BY THOMAS CARLYLE.
=Hiawatha.= (WITH NOTES.) BY H. W. LONGFELLOW.
=Hidden Hand, The.= (COMPLETE.) BY MRS. E. D. E. N. SOUTHWORTH.
=History of a Crime.= BY VICTOR HUGO.
=History of Civilization in Europe.= BY M. GUIZOT.
=Holmes’ Poems.= (EARLY) BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
=Holy Roman Empire.= BY JAMES BRYCE.
=Homestead on the Hillside.= BY MARY J. HOLMES.
=Hood’s Poems.= BY THOMAS HOOD.
=House of the Seven Gables.= BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.
=Hunchback of Notre Dame.= BY VICTOR HUGO.
=Hypatia.= BY CHARLES KINGSLEY.
=Hyperion.= BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.
=Iceland Fisherman.= BY PIERRE LOTI.
=Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow.= BY JEROME K. JEROME.
=Iliad=, POPE’S TRANSLATION.
=Inez.= BY AUGUSTA J. EVANS.
=Ingelow’s Poems.= BY JEAN INGELOW.
=Initials.= BY THE BARONESS TAUTPHOEUS.
=Intellectual Life.= BY PHILIP G. HAMERTON.
=In the Counsellor’s House.= BY E. MARLITT.
=In the Golden Days.= BY EDNA LYALL.
=In the Heart of the Storm.= BY MAXWELL GRAY.
=In the Schillingscourt.= BY E. MARLITT.
=Ishmael.= (COMPLETE.) BY MRS. E. D. E. N. SOUTHWORTH.
=It Is Never Too Late to Mend.= BY CHARLES READE.
=Ivanhoe.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Jane Eyre.= BY CHARLOTTE BRONTE.
=Jefferson, Thomas, Life of.= BY SAMUEL M. SCHMUCKER, LL.D.
=Joan of Arc, Life of.= BY JULES MICHELET.
=John Halifax, Gentleman.= BY MISS MULOCK.
=Jones, John Paul, Life of.= BY JAMES OTIS.
=Joseph Balsamo.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Josephine, Empress of France, Life of.= BY FREDERICK A. OBER.
=Keats’ Poems.= BY JOHN KEATS.
=Kenilworth.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Kidnapped.= BY R. L. STEVENSON.
=King Arthur and His Noble Knights.= BY MARY MACLROD.
=Knickerbocker’s History of New York.= BY WASHINGTON IRVING.
=Knight Errant.= BY EDNA LYALL.
=Koran.= TRANSLATED BY GEORGE SALE.
=Lady of the Lake.= (WITH NOTES.) BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Lady with the Rubies.= BY E. MARLITT.
=Lafayette, Marquis de, Life of.= BY P. C. HEADLEY.
=Lalla Rookh.= (WITH NOTES.) BY THOMAS MOORE.
=Lamplighter.= BY MARIA S. CUMMINS.
=Last Days of Pompeii.= BY BULWER-LYTTON.
=Last of the Barons.= BY BULWER-LYTTON.
=Last of the Mohicans.= BY JAMES FENIMORE COOPER.
=Lay of the Last Minstrel.= (WITH NOTES.) BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Lee, General Robert E., Life of.= BY G. MERCER ADAM.
=Lena Rivers.= BY MARY J. HOLMES.
=Life of Christ.= BY FREDERICK W. FARRAR.
=Life of Jesus.= BY ERNEST RENAN.
=Light of Asia.= BY SIR EDWIN ARNOLD.
=Light That Failed.= BY RUDYARD KIPLING.
=Lincoln, Abraham, Life of.= BY HENRY KETCHAM.
=Lincoln’s Speeches.= SELECTED AND EDITED BY G. MERCER ADAM.
=Literature and Dogma.= BY MATTHEW ARNOLD.
=Little Dorrit.= BY CHARLES DICKENS.
=Little Minister.= BY JAMES M. BARRIE.
=Livingstone, David, Life of.= BY THOMAS HUGHES.
=Longfellow’s Poems.= (EARLY.) BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.
=Lorna Doone.= BY R. D. BLACKMORE.
=Louise de la Valliere.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Love Me Little, Love Me Long.= BY CHARLES READE.
=Lowell’s Poems.= (EARLY.) BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.
=Lucile.= BY OWEN MEREDITH.
=Macaria.= BY AUGUSTA J. EVANS.
=Macaulay’s Literary Essays.= BY T. B. MACAULAY.
=Macaulay’s Poems.= BY THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY.
=Madame Therese.= BY ERCKMANN-CHATRIAN.
=Maggie Miller.= BY MARY J. HOLMES.
=Magic Skin.= BY HONORE DE BALZAC.
=Mahomet, Life of.= BY WASHINGTON IRVING.
=Makers of Florence.= BY MRS. OLIPHANT.
=Makers of Venice.= BY MRS. OLIPHANT.
=Man and Wife.= BY WILKIE COLLINS.
=Man in the Iron Mask.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Marble Faun.= BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.
=Marguerite de la Valois.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Marian Grey.= BY MARY J. HOLMES.
=Marius, The Epicurian.= BY WALTER PATER.
=Marmion.= (WITH NOTES.) BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Marquis of Lossie.= BY GEORGE MACDONALD.
=Martin Chuzzlewit.= BY CHARLES DICKENS.
=Mary, Queen of Scots, Life of.= BY P. C. HEADLEY.
=Mary St. John.= BY ROSA N. CAREY.
=Master of Ballantrae, The.= BY R. L. STEVENSON.
=Masterman Ready.= BY CAPTAIN MARRYATT.
=Meadow Brook.= BY MARY J. HOLMES.
=Meditations of Marcus Aurelius.= TRANSLATED BY GEORGE LONG.
=Memoirs of a Physician.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Merle’s Crusade.= BY ROSA N. CAREY.
=Micah Clarke.= BY A. CONAN DOYLE.
=Michael Strogoff.= BY JULES VERNE.
=Middlemarch.= BY GEORGE ELIOT.
=Midshipman Easy.= BY CAPTAIN MARRYATT.
=Mildred.= BY MARY J. HOLMES.
=Millbank.= BY MARY J. HOLMES.
=Mill on the Floss.= BY GEORGE ELIOT.
=Milton’s Poems.= BY JOHN MILTON.
=Mine Own People.= BY RUDYARD KIPLING.
=Minister’s Wooing, The.= BY HARRIET BEECHER STOWE.
=Monastery.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Moonstone.= BY WILKIE COLLINS.
=Moore’s Poems.= BY THOMAS MOORE.
=Mosses from an Old Manse.= BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.
=Murders in the Rue Morgue.= BY EDGAR ALLEN POE.
=Mysterious Island.= BY JULES VERNE.
=Napoleon Bonaparte, Life of.= BY P. C. HEADLEY.
=Napoleon and His Marshals.= BY J. T. HEADLEY.
=Natural Law in the Spiritual World.= BY HENRY DRUMMOND.
=Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym.= BY EDGAR ALLAN POE.
=Nature, Addresses and Lectures.= BY R. W. EMERSON.
=Nellie’s Memories.= BY ROSA N. CAREY.
=Nelson, Admiral Horatio, Life of.= BY ROBERT SOUTHEY.
=Newcomes.= BY WILLIAM M. THACKERAY.
=Nicholas Nickleby.= BY CHAS. DICKENS.
=Ninety-Three.= BY VICTOR HUGO.
=Not Like Other Girls.= BY ROSA N. CAREY.
=Odyssey.= POPE’S TRANSLATION.
=Old Curiosity Shop.= BY CHARLES DICKENS.
=Old Mam’selle’s Secret.= BY E. MARLITT.
=Old Mortality.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Old Myddleton’s Money.= BY MARY CECIL HAY.
=Oliver Twist.= BY CHAS. DICKENS.
=Only the Governess.= BY ROSA N. CAREY.
=On the Heights.= BY BERTHOLD AUERBACH.
=Oregon Trail.= BY FRANCIS PARKMAN.
=Origin of Species.= BY CHARLES DARWIN.
=Other Worlds than Ours.= BY RICHARD PROCTOR.
=Our Bessie.= BY ROSA N. CAREY.
=Our Mutual Friend.= BY CHARLES DICKENS.
=Outre-Mer.= BY H. W. LONGFELLOW.
=Owl’s Nest.= BY E. MARLITT.
=Page of the Duke of Savoy.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Pair of Blue Eyes.= BY THOMAS HARDY.
=Pan Michael.= BY HENRYK SIENKIEWICZ.
=Past and Present.= BY THOS. CARLYLE.
=Pathfinder.= BY JAMES FENIMORE COOPER.
=Paul and Virginia.= BY B. DE ST. PIERRE.
=Pendennis, History of.= BY WM. M. THACKERAY.
=Penn, William, Life of.= BY W. HEPWORTH DIXON.
=Pere Goriot.= BY HONORE DE BALZAC.
=Peter, the Great, Life of.= BY JOHN BARROW.
=Peveril of the Peak.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Phantom Rickshaw, The.= BY RUDYARD KIPLING.
=Philip II. of Spain, Life of.= BY MARTIN A. S. HUME.
=Picciola.= BY X. B. SAINTINE.
=Pickwick Papers.= BY CHARLES DICKENS.
=Pilgrim’s Progress.= BY JOHN BUNYAN.
=Pillar of Fire.= BY REV. J. H. INGRAHAM.
=Pilot.= BY JAMES FENIMORE COOPER.
=Pioneers.= BY JAMES FENIMORE COOPER.
=Pirate.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Plain Tales from the Hills.= BY RUDYARD KIPLING.
=Plato’s Dialogues.= TRANSLATED BY J. WRIGHT. M. A.
=Pleasures of Life.= BY SIR JOHN LUBBOCK.
=Poe’s Poems.= BY EDGAR A. POE.
=Pope’s Poems.= BY ALEXANDER POPE.
=Prairie.= BY JAMES F. COOPER.
=Pride and Prejudice.= BY JANE AUSTEN.
=Prince of the House of David.= BY REV. J. H. INGRAHAM.
=Princess of the Moor.= BY E. MARLITT.
=Princess of Thule.= BY WILLIAM BLACK.
=Procter’s Poems.= BY ADELAIDE PROCTOR.
=Professor at the Breakfast Table.= BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
=Professor.= BY CHARLOTTE BRONTE.
=Prue and I.= BY GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS.
=Put Yourself in His Place.= BY CHAS. READE.
=Putnam, General Israel, Life of.= BY GEORGE CANNING HILL.
=Queen Hortense.= BY LOUISA MUHLBACH.
=Queenie’s Whim.= BY ROSA N. CAREY.
=Queen’s Necklace.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Quentin Durward.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Rasselas, History of.= BY SAMUEL JOHNSON.
=Redgauntlet.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Red Rover.= BY JAMES FENIMORE COOPER.
=Regent’s Daughter.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Reign of Law.= BY DUKE OF ARGYLE.
=Representative Men.= BY RALPH WALDO EMERSON.
=Republic of Plato.= TRANSLATED BY DAVIES AND VAUGHAN.
=Return of the Native.= BY THOMAS HARDY.
=Reveries of a Bachelor.= BY IK MARVEL.
=Reynard the Fox.= EDITED BY JOSEPH JACOBS.
=Rienzi.= BY BULWER-LYTTON.
=Richelieu, Cardinal, Life of.= BY RICHARD LODGE.
=Robinson Crusoe.= BY DANIEL DEFOE.
=Rob Roy.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Romance of Natural History.= BY P. H. GOSSE.
=Romance of Two Worlds.= BY MARIE CORELLI.
=Romola.= BY GEORGE ELIOT.
=Rory O’More.= BY SAMUEL LOVER.
=Rose Mather.= BY MARY J. HOLMES.
=Rossetti’s Poems.= BY GABRIEL DAXTE ROSSETTI.
=Royal Edinburgh.= BY MRS. OLIPHANT.
=Rutledge.= BY MIRIAN COLES HARRIS.
=Saint Michael.= BY E. WERNER.
=Samantha at Saratoga.= BY JOSIAH ALLER’S WIFE. (MARIETTA HOLLEY.)
=Sartor Resartus.= BY THOMAS CARLYLE.
=Scarlet Letter.= BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.
=Schonberg-Cotta Family.= BY MRS. ANDREW CHARLES.
=Schopenhauer’s Essays.= TRANSLATED BY T. B. SAUNDERS.
=Scottish Chiefs.= BY JANE PORTER.
=Scott’s Poems.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Search for Basil Lyndhurst.= BY ROSA N. CAREY.
=Second Wife.= BY E. MARLITT.
=Seekers After God.= BY F. W. FARRAR.
=Self-Help.= BY SAMUEL SMILES.
=Self-Raised.= (COMPLETE.) BY MRS. E. D. E. N. SOUTHWORTH.
=Seneca’s Morals.=
=Sense and Sensibility.= BY JANE AUSTEN.
=Sentimental Journey.= BY LAWRENCE STERNE.
=Sesame and Lilies.= BY JOHN RUSKIN.
=Shakespeare’s Heroines.= BY ANNA JAMESON.
=Shelley’s Poems.= BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
=Shirley.= BY CHARLOTTE BRONTE.
=Sign of the Four.= BY A. CONAN DOYLE.
=Silas Marner.= BY GEORGE ELIOT.
=Silence of Dean Maitland.= BY MAXWELL GRAY.
=Sir Gibbie.= BY GEORGE MACDONALD.
=Sketch Book.= BY WASHINGTON IRVING.
=Smith, Captain John, Life of.= BY W. GILMORE SIMMS.
=Socrates, Trial and Death of.= TRANSLATED BY F. J. CHURCH, M. A.
=Soldiers Three.= BY RUDYARD KIPLING.
=Springhaven.= BY R. D. BLACKMORE.
=Spy.= BY JAMES FENIMORE COOPER.
=Stanley, Henry M., African Explorer, Life of.= BY A. MONTEFIORE.
=Story of an African Farm.= BY OLIVE SCHREINER.
=Story of John G. Paton.= TOLD FOR YOUNG FOLKS. BY REV. JAS. PATON.
=St. Ronan’s Well.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Study in Scarlet.= BY A. CONAN DOYLE.
=Surgeon’s Daughter.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Swinburne’s Poems.= BY A. C. SWINBURNE.
=Swiss Family Robinson.= BY JEAN RUDOLPH WYSS.
=Taking the Bastile.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Tale of Two Cities.= BY CHAS. DICKENS.
=Tales from Shakespeare.= BY CHAS. AND MARY LAMB.
=Tales of a Traveller.= BY WASHINGTON IRVING.
=Talisman.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Tanglewood Tales.= BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.
=Tempest and Sunshine.= BY MARY J. HOLMES.
=Ten Nights in a Bar Room.= BY T. S. ARTHUR.
=Tennyson’s Poems.= BY ALFRED TENNYSON.
=Ten Years Later.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Terrible Temptation.= BY CHARLES READE.
=Thaddeus of Warsaw.= BY JANE PORTER.
=Thelma.= BY MARIE CORELLI.
=Thirty Years’ War.= BY FREDERICK SCHILLER.
=Thousand Miles Up the Nile.= BY AMELIA B. EDWARDS.
=Three Guardsmen.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Three Men in a Boat.= BY JEROME K. JEROME.
=Thrift.= BY SAMUEL SMILES.
=Throne of David.= BY REV. J. H. INGRAHAM.
=Toilers of the Sea.= BY VICTOR HUGO.
=Tom Brown at Oxford.= BY THOMAS HUGHES.
=Tom Brown’s School Days.= BY THOS. HUGHES.
=Tom Burke of “Ours.”= BY CHARLES LEVER.
=Tour of the World in Eighty Days.= BY JULES VERNE.
=Treasure Island.= BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.
=Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea.= BY JULES VERNE.
=Twenty Years After.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Twice Told Tales.= BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.
=Two Admirals.= BY JAMES FENIMORE COOPER.
=Two Dianas.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Two Years Before the Mast.= BY R. H. DANA, Jr.
=Uarda.= BY GEORGE EBERS.
=Uncle Max.= BY ROSA N. CAREY.
=Uncle Tom’s Cabin.= BY HARRIET BEECHER STOWE.
=Under Two Flags.= BY “OUIDA.”
=Utopia.= BY SIR THOMAS MORE.
=Vanity Fair.= BY WM. M. THACKERAY.
=Vendetta.= BY MARIE CORELLI.
=Vespucius, Americus, Life and Voyages.= BY C. EDWARDS LESTER.
=Vicar of Wakefield.= BY OLIVER GOLDSMITH.
=Vicomte de Bragelonne.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Views A-Foot.= BY BAYARD TAYLOR.
=Villette.= BY CHARLOTTE BRONTE.
=Virginians.= BY WM. M. THACKERAY.
=Walden.= BY HENRY D. THOREAU.
=Washington, George, Life of.= BY JARED SPARKS.
=Washington and His Generals.= BY J. T. HEADLEY.
=Water Babies.= BY CHARLES KINGSLEY.
=Water Witch.= BY JAMES FENIMORE COOPER.
=Waverly.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Webster, Daniel, Life of.= BY SAMUEL M. SCHMUCKER, LL.D.
=Webster’s Speeches.= (SELECTED.) BY DANIEL WEBSTER.
=Wee Wifie.= BY ROSA N. CAREY.
=Westward Ho!= BY CHARLES KINGSLEY.
=We Two.= BY EDNA LYALL.
=What’s Mine’s Mine.= BY GEORGE MACDONALD.
=When a Man’s Single.= BY J. M. BARRIE.
=White Company.= BY A. CONAN DOYLE.
=Whites and the Blues.= BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS.
=Whittier’s Poems.= (EARLY.) BY JOHN G. WHITTIER.
=Wide, Wide World.= BY SUSAN WARNER.
=William, the Conqueror, Life of.= BY EDWARD A. FREEMAN, LL.D.
=William, the Silent, Life of.= BY FREDERICK HARRISON.
=Willy Reilly.= BY WILLIAM CARLETON.
=Window in Thrums.= BY J. M. BARRIE.
=Wing and Wing.= BY JAMES FENIMORE COOPER.
=Wolsey, Cardinal, Life of.= BY MANDELL CREIGHTON.
=Woman in White.= BY WILKIE COLLINS.
=Won by Waiting.= BY EDNA LYALL.
=Wonder Book.= FOR BOYS AND GIRLS. BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.
=Woodstock.= BY SIR WALTER SCOTT.
=Wooed and Married.= BY ROSA N. CAREY.
=Wooing O’t.= BY MRS. ALEXANDER.
=Wordsworth’s Poems.= BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.
=Wormwood.= BY MARIE CORELLI.
=Wreck of the Grosvenor.= BY W. CLARK RUSSELL.
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