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VOL. I.
THE SOUTHERN SENTINEL
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Notice to Travellers.
THAT pleasant and well known Stand formerly
occupied bv Janies McGuire, and known as the
half-way House from Columbus to Lumpkin, li.ts lieen
taken by the subscriber, where he will endeavor to
give satisfaction to all who may favor him with their
patronage. N. J. BUSSLY .
Jamestown, Jon. 10, 1850. 2 lin
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regular supply, during the season, of
MEXICAN GULF OYSTERS,
fresh from the Bay, which will be served up in any form,
to suit the Epicurean or the Plebeian, ai bis old stand, on
Crawford street, a few doois west of Broad str et.
JAMES BOULTER.
November I, 1849. 4 4—l in
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t<iii HAGS, and will pay 3J cents per pound for One
Hundred Thousand pounds, delivered at the Mills, on
the Chattahoochee river, three miles above Columbus,in
quantities of nr. t less than 100 pounds.
(LFMerchants.iml Tinders in the surrounding country
would do well to draw the. attention of tlieirciisloiners to
die advantage of SAVING HAGS, and exchanging them
for (iootls nod Wares.
CASH will always he paid for Hags at “Rock Island
Factory.” Bv order of the Board.
‘GEORGE NV. WINTER, Sec’v.
Columbus, Ga. March l, 1849. 9 it
PRINTING AND WRAPPING PAPER.
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of any desirable quality or size. Orders respectfully so
licited.
Columbus, Dec. 27, 1849. 52 if
ANDERSON &. MiELHANY,
S§Bg>DENTISTS, ( f§^
UE3I'ECTFUI.LY inform the citizens of Columlms
and adjacent countn. Mint they have fitted an office
over I. G. Stiiitper's store, on Randolph st., where they
are prepared to execute, in the best manner, all branch
es ofthe profession, according to the latest and most ap
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In addition to the above, they have nil the facilities
for MAXUFACTURIXTt TEETH , which must give
them advantages over all others in the construction of en
tire Dentures, as their teeth are carved in blocks with
gums, which not only gives greater strength than those
put up singly, but presents a more natural and life-like
appearance.
Specimens of workmanship can be seen by calliug at
their office.
All Operations guarantied. Terms very reasonable.
Dr. A. would add, that he has had more than ten years’
experience in an extensive practice in Philadelphia and
vicinity, and flatters himself with being able to give en
tire satisfaction in every branch of the profession. Re
commendations of the highest order can be seen at the
# ffice.
Dec. G, 1819. 49 3m j
a. o. mcintyre
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lias discovered a iwv process, bv which lie is en
abied to bring the DAGUERREOTYPE to a hitherto
Snconceiveable state of perfection, and one altogether
unattainable by any other operator. He would also take
this method of respectfully inviting the public to exam
ine the numcroas specimens at his gallery. The atten
tion of the Ladies is particularly solicited to inspect his
fine assortment of beautiful cases and medallions, finish
ed in an entirely new style, and just received from New
X ork.
Columbus, Dec. 27, 1819. 52 ts
TO PHYSICIANS, DRUGGISTS
AND
COUNTRY MERCHANTS.
DU. J. N. KEELER & BRO. most respectfully
solicit attention to their fresh stock of English,
French, German and American Drugs, Medicines, Che
micals, Paints, Oils. Dye-stuffs, Glassware, Perfumery,
Patent Medicines, Ac. Having opened anew store No.
594 Market-st, with a full supply of Fresh Drugs and
Medicines, we respectfully solicit country dealers to exa
mine our stock before purchasing elsewhere, promising
one and all who may be disposed to extend us their patron
age, to sell them genuine Drugs and Medicines, on as
liberal terms as auv other house in the city, and to faith
fully execute all orders entrusted to us promptly and with
dispatch. One of the proprietors being a regular physi
cian, affords ample guarantee of the genuine quality of
all articles sold at their establishment. We especially
invite druggists and country merchants, who may wish
to become agents for Dr. Keeler's Celebrated Family
Medicines, (standard and popular remedies.) to forward
their address. Soliciting the patronage of dealers, we
respectfully remain,
J. N. KEELER &, BRO. Wholesale Drusrgiats,
Oct. 11, 1849. lv No. 294 Market-st, Fhil’a.
SSO REWARD.
KAN ANY AY from the subscriber, about the 15th
February last, a small mulatto woman, by the
name of FRA A CES, she is about four feet ten or ele
ven inches high, speaks quick and laughs loud, with ra
ther a squeaking vome, her nose and mouth project ra
ther more than is common for mulattos; she had rings
in her ears when she left, and always wears something
on her head. I will pay fifty dollars fer the apprehen
sion and safe keeping of her so that I can get her. I
will also pay a liberal reward for proof sufficient to con
vict any person of harboring her, as I have reasons to be
lieve she is concealed by someone.
S’. T. AUSTIN.
November 1. 44tf
THE SOUTHERN SENTINEL.
Maiden Worth.
Her home was but a cottage home,
A simple home and small,
Vet sweetness and affection made
It seem a fairy hall ;
A little taste, a little care,
Made humble things appear
As though they were translated there,
From some superior sphere ;
Her home was but a cottage home,
A simple home and small,
Yet sweetness and affection made
It seem a fairy hall.
As sweet the home, so sweet the maid,
As graceful and as good,
She seemed a lily in the shade,
A violet in the bud !
She had no wealth but maiden worth—
A wealth that's little fame ;
A'el that’s the truest gold of earth—
The other's hut a name !
Her home was but a cottage home,
A simple home and small.
Yet sweetness and affection made
It seem a fairy hall.
A cheerfulness of soul that threw
A smile o'er every task—
A willingness, that ever flew
To serve, ere one could ask !
A something we could wish our own,
An humble flow’ret born,
To grace in its degree a throne,
Or any rank adorn !
Her home was but a cottage home,
A simple home and small,
Yet sweetness and affection made
It seem a fairy hall.
X. Y. Z.;
Or, Trailing a Victim.
FROM “ RECOLLECTIONS OF A POLICE OFFICER.”
The following advertisement appeared in sev
eral of the London journals in the year 1832:
O” If Owen Lloyd, a native of Wales, and who, it
is believed, resided for many years in London as clerk in
a large mercantile establishment, will forward his present
address to X. Y. Z., Post Office, St. Martin’s-le-Grand,
to be left till called for, he will hear of something greatly
to liis advantage.
My attention had been attracter'. to this notice
by its very frequent appearance in the journal
which I was chiefly in the habit of reading, and,
from professional habits of thinking, I had set it
down in my own mind as a trap for some offen
der against the principles of meum and tuum,
whose presence in a criminal court was very
earnestly desired. I was confirmed in this con
jecture byobseiving that, in despair of Owen
Lloyd’s voluntary disclosure of his retreat, a re
ward of fifty guineas, payable by a respectable
solicitor of Lothbury, was ultimately ottered to
any person who would furnish X. Y. Z. with the
missing man’s address. “An old bird,” I men
tally exclaimed on reading this paragraph ; “and
not to be caught with chaff, that is evident.”
Still more to excite my curiosity, and at the same
time bring the matter within the sco|e -of my
own particular functions, I found, on taking up
the “Police Gazette,” a reward of thirty guineas
ottered for the apprehension of Owen Lloyd,
whose person and manners were minutely de
scribed. “The pursuit grows hot,” thought I,
throwing down the paper, and hastening to at
tend a summons just brought me from the super
intendent ; “and if Owen Lloyd is still within
the four seas, his chance of escape seems but a
poor one.”
On waiting on the superintendent, I was di
rected to put myself in immediate personal com
munication with a Mr. Smith, the head of an
eminent wholesale house in the city.
“In the city !”
“Yes ; hut your business with Mr. Smith is
relative to the extensive robbery at his YY’est
end residence a week or two ago. The neces
sary warrants for the apprehension of the sus
pected parties have been, I understand, obtained,
and on your return will, together with some ne
cessary memoranda, be placed in your hands.”
I at once proceeded to my destination, and
on my arrival was immediately ushered into a
dingy back room, where 1 was desired to wait
till Mr. Smith, who was just then busily engag
ed, couid speak to me. Casting my eyes over a
table, near which the clerk had placed me a
chair, I perceived a newspaper and the “Police
Gazette,” in both of which the advertisements
for the discovery of Owen Lloyd were strongly
underlined. “Oh, ho,” thought I, “Mr. Smith
then is the X. Y. Z. who is so extremely anx
ious to renew his acquaintance with Mr. Owen
Lloyd ; and I am the honored individual selec
ted to bring about the desired interview. VVell,
it is my new vocation—one which can scarcely
be dispensed with, it seems, in this busy, schem
ing life of ours.”
Mr. Smi'.h did not keep me waiting long. lie
scented a hard, shrewd, business man, whose
still wiry frame, brisk, active gait and manner,
and clear, decisive eye indicated—though the
snows of more than sixty winters had passed ov
er his head—a yet vigorous life, of which the
morning and the noon had been spent in the
successful pursuit of wealth and its accompani
ment—social consideration and influence.
“You have, I suppose, read the advertise
ments marked on these papers?”
“I have, and of course conclude that you, sir,
are ‘X. Y. Z,’”
“Os course conclusions,” rejoined Mr. Smith,
with a quite perceptible sneer, “are usually very
silly ones : in this instance especially so. My
name, you ought to be aware, is Smith : X. Y.
Z., whoever he may be, I expect in a few min
utes. in just seventeen minutes,” added the ex
act man of business, “for I, by letter, appointed
him to meet me here at one o’clock precisely.
My motive in seeking an interview with him, it
is properl should tell you, is the probability that
he, like myself, is a sufferer from Owen Lloyd,
and may not therefore object to defray a share
ofthe cost likely to be incurred in unkenneling
the delinquent, and prosecuting him to convic
tion ; or, which would be far better, he may be
in possession of information that will enable us
to obtain completely the clue I already almost
grasp. But we must be cautious : X. Y. Z.
niay be a relative or friend of Lloyd's, and in
that case, to possess him of our plans would an
swer no purpose but to afferd him an opportunity
of baffling them. Thus much premised, i had
better at once proceed to read over to you a few
particulars I have jotted down, which, you will
perceive, throw light and color over the suspi
cions I have been within these few days com
pelled to entertain. You are doubtless acquain
ted with the lull particulars of the robbery at my
residence, Brook street, last Thursday fort
night ?”
“Y'es, especially the report of the officers, that
the crime must have been committed by persons
familiar with the premises and the general hab
its of the family.”
COLUMBUS, GEORGIA, THURSDAY MORNING, JANUARY 31, 1850.
‘‘Precisely. Now, have you your memoran
dum-book ready ?”
‘‘Quite so.”
‘‘You had better write with ink,” said Mr.
Smith, pushing an inkstand and pen towards me.
“Important memoranda should never, where
there is a possibility of avoiding it, be written in
pencil. Friction, thumbing, use of any kind, of
ten partially obliterates them, creating endless
confusion and mistakes. Are you ready ?”
“Perfectly.”
“Owen Lloyd, a native of YY’ales. and, it was
understood, descended from a highly respectable
family. About five feet eight ; but I need not
describe his person over again. Many years
with us, first as junior, then as head clerk ; du
ring which his conduct, as regards the firm, was
exemplary. A man of yielding, irresolute mind
—it indeed a person can he said to really pos
sess a mirid at all who is always changing it
for some other person’s—incapable of saying
“No” to embarrassing, impoverishing requests
—one, in short, Mr. Waters, of that numerous
class of individuals who, fools say, are nobody’s
enemies but their own, as if that were possi
ble ”
“l understand that; but I really do not see
bow this bears upon ”
“The mission you are directed to undertake?
I think it does, as you will presently see. Three
years ago. Owen Lloyd having involved himself,
in consequence of the serious detect of charac
ter I have indicated, in large liabilities for pre
tended friends, left our employment, and to avoid
a jail, fled, no one could discover whither. Ed
ward Jones, also a native of the principality,
whose description, as well as that of his wile,
you will receive from the superintendent, was dis
charged about seven years since from our ser
vice for misconduct, and went, we understood,
to America. He always appeared to possess a
great influence over the mind of his considera
bly younger countryman, Lloyd. Jones and his
wife were seen three evenings since by one of
our clerks near Temple Bar. lam of opinion,
Mr. Waters,” continued Mr. Smith, removing
his spectacles, and closing the note book from
which he had been reading, “that it is only the
first step in crime, or criminal imprudence,
which feeble-minded men especially long hesi
tate or boggle at; and now I more than suspect,
that, pressed by poverty, and very possibly yield
ing to the persuasions and example of Jones—
who, by the way, was as well acquainted with
the premises in Brook street as his fellow clerk
—the once honest, ductile Owen Lloyd, is now a
common thief and burglar.”
“Indeed!”
“Yes. A more minute search led to the dis
covery, the day before yesterday, of a pocket,
book behind some book-shelves in the library.
As no property had been taken from the room
—though the lock of a large iron chest, contain
ing coins and medals, had been evidently tam
pered with—the search there at first was not ve
ry rigorous. That pocket-book—here it is—
belonged, I know, to Owen Lloyd when in
our service. See, here are his initials stamped
j on the cover.”
“Might he not have inadvertently left it there
when with you ?”
“You will scarcely think so after reading the
date of the- five-pound note of the Hampshire
County Bank, which you will find within the in
ner-lining.”
“The date is 1831.”
“Exactly. I have also strong reason for be
lieving that Owen Lloyd is now, or has been
lately, residing in some part of Hampshire.”
“That is important.”
“This letter,” continued Mr. Smith : and
then pausing for a brief space in some embar
rassment, he added, “the commissioner inform
ed me, Mr. Waters, that you were tt person upon
whose good sense and discretion, as well as sa
gacity and courage, every confidence might he
placed, 1 therefore feel less difficulty than 1
otherwise should in admitting you a little be
hind the family screen, and entering with you
upon matters one would not willingly have bruit
ed in the public ear.”
I bowed, and he presently proceeded.
“Owen Lloyd, I should tell you, is married to
a very amiable, superior sort of woman, and has
one child, a daughter, named Caroline, an ele
gant, genteel-mannered, beautiful girl, 1 admit,
to whom my wife was much attached, and she
was consequently, a frequent visitor in Brook i
street. This l always felt was very imprudent; j
and the result was, that my son, Arthur Smith— |
only about two years ber senior; she was just i
turned of seventeen when her lather was com
pelled to fly from his creditors—formed a silly,
boyish attachment for her. They have since, I
gather from this letter, which 1 found yesterday
in Arthur’s dressing-room, carried on, at long in-:
tervals, a clandestine correspondence, waiting!
for the advent of more propitious times—which, |
being interpreted,” added Mr. Smith, with a |
sardonic sneer, “means of course my death and j
burial.”
“You are in possession, then, if Miss Caroline
Lloyd is living with her lather, of his precise
place of abode ?”
“Not exactly. The correspondence is, it
seems, carried on without the knowledge of
Owen Lloyd ; and the girl states in answer, it
should seem, to Arthur’s ioquities, that her fa
ther would never forgive her if, under piesent
circumstances, she disclosed his place of resi
dence—we can now very well understand that—
and she entreats Arthur not to persist, at least
for the present, in his attempts to discover her.
My son, you must understand, is now of age,
and so far as fortune is concerned, is, thanks to
the legacy from an aunt on his mother’s side, in
dependent of me.”
“VVhat post-mark does the letter bear?
“Chat ing-Cross. Miss Lloyd states that it
will be posted in London bv r a friend, that friend
being, I nothing doubt, her father’s confederate,
Jones. But to us the most important part of the
| epistle is the following line—‘My father met
with a sad accident in the forest some time ago,
but is now quite recovered.’ The words in the
forest have, you see, been written over, but not
; so entirely as to prevent their being, with a lit
tle trouble, traced. Now, coupling this expres
sion with the Hampshire bank-note, I am of
opinion that Lloyd is concealed somewhere in
the New Forest.”
“A shrewd guess, at all events.”
“Y'ou now perceive what weighty motives I
have to bring this man to justice. The proper
ty carried off I care little comparatively about;
but the intercourse between the girl and my son
must at any cost be terminated”
He was interrupted by a clerk, who entered to
! say that Mr. William Lloyd, the gentleman who
! had advertised as “X. Y. Z.,” desired to speak
to him. Mr. Smith directed Mr. Lloyd to be
shown in ; and then, snatching up the “Police
Gazette,” and thrusting it into one of the table
i drawers, said in a low voice, but marked empha-
sis, “A relative, no doubt, by the name : be si
lent, and be watchful.”
A minute afterwards Mr. Lloyd was ushered
into the room. He was a thin, emaciated, and
apparently sorrow-strfeken man, on the wintry
side of middle age, but of mild, courteous, gen
tlemanly speech and manners. He was evi
dently nervous and agitated, and after a word or
two of customary salutation, said, hastily,
“I gather from this note, sir, that you can af
ford me tidings of my long-lost brother Owen :
where is he ?” He looked eagerly round the
apartment, gazed with curious earnestness in
my face, and then again turned with tremulous
anxiety to Mr. Smith. “Is he dead ? Pray, do
not keep me in suspense.”
“Sit down, sir,” said Mr. Smith, pointing to a
chair. “Your brother, Owen Lloyd, was f<r
many years a clerk in this establishment”
“ Was — was!” interrupted Mr. Lloyd, with
greatly increased agitation : “not now, then—he
has left you ?”
“For upwards of three years. A few days
ago —pray, do not interrupt me—l obtained in
telligence of him. which, with such assistance
as you may possibly be able to afford, will per
haps suffice to enable this gentleman”—point
ing to me—“to discover his piesent residence.”
I could not stand the look which Mr. Lloyd
fixed upon me, and turned hastily away to gaze
out of the window, ns if attracted by the noise of
a squabble between two draymen, which fortu
nately broke out at the moment in the narrow,
choked-up street.
“For what purpose, sir, are you instituting
this eager search after my brother ? It cannot
be that , No, no—he has left you, you
say, more than three years : besides, the bare
supposition is as wicked as absurd.”
“The truth is, Mr. Lloyd,” rejoined Mr.
Smith, after a few moments’ reflection, “there is
great danger that my son may disadvantageous
iy connect himself with your—with your broth
er’s family—-may, in fact, marry his daughter
Caroline. Now, I could easily convince Ow
en
“Caroline !” interjected Mr. Lloyd with a
tremulous accent, and his dim eyes suffused with
tears—“ Caroline ! —ay, truly her daughter
would be named Caroline.” An instant after,
he added, drawing himself up with an air of
pride and some sternness : “Caroline Lloyd, sir,
is a person who, by birth, and, I doubt not,
character and attainments, is a fitting match for
the son of the proudest merchant of this proud
city.”
“Very likely,” rejoined Mr. Smith dryly;”
“hut you must excuse me for saying that, as re
gards my son, it is one which I will at any cost
prevent.”
“How am I to know,” observed Mr. Llo}'d,
whose glance of pride had quickly passed away,
“that you are dealing fairly and candidly with
me in the matter?”
In reply to this home-thrust, Mr. Smith plac
ed the letter addressed by Miss Lloyd to his son
in the hands of the questioner, at the same time
explaining how he had obtained it.
Mr. Lloyd’s h..nds trembled, and his tears fell
fast over the letter as he hurriedly perused it.
It seemed by his broken, involuntary ejaculations,
that old thoughts and memories were deeply stir
red within him! “Poor girl—so young, so gen
tle, and so sorely tried! Her mother’s very
turn of thought and phrase. Owen, too, artless,
honorable, just as he was ever, except when the
dupe of knaves and villains.” ,
He seemed buried in thought for some time
after the perusal of the letter ; and Mr. Smith,
whose cue it was to avoid exciting suspicion by
too great eagerness of speech, was growing
fidgety. At length, suddenly looking up, he
said, in a dejected tone, “If this is all you have
ascertained, we seem as far off as ever. I can
afford you no help.”
“I am not sure of that,” replied Mr. Smith.
“Let us look calmly at the matter. Your broth
er is evidently not living in London, and that
accounts for your advertisements not being an
swered.”
“Truly.”
“If you look at the letter attentively, you will
perceive that three important words, ‘in the for
est,’ have been partially erased.”
“Y es, it is indeed so : but what”—
“Now, is there no particular locality in the
country to which your brother would be likely to
betake himself in preference to another? Gen
tlemen of fancy and sentiment,” added Mr.
Smith, “usually fall hack, I have heard, upon
some favorite haunt of early days when pressed
by adversity.”
“It is natural they should,” replied Mr. Lloyd,
heedless of the sneer. “I have felt that long
ing for old haunts and old faces in intensest
force, even when 1 was what the world calis
prospering in strange lands ; and how much
more . But no ; he would not return
to Wales—to Caennarthen—to be looked down
upon by those amongst whom our family for so
many generations stood equal with the highest.
Besides, I have personally sought him there—
in vain.”
“But for his wife— she is not a native of the
principality.”
“No. Ah! I remember. The forest! It
must be so! Caroline Heyworth, whom tve
first met in the Isle of \\ iglit, is a native of
Beaulieu, a village in the New Forest, Hamp
shire. A small, very small property there, be
queathed by an uncle, belonged to her, and per
haps has not been dispos and of. How came 1
not to think of this before ? 1 will set out at
once—and yet pressing business requires my
slay here for a day or two.”
“This gentleman, Mr. can proceed
to Beaulieu immediately.”
“That must do then. You will call on me,
Mr. Waters: here is my address—before you
leave town. Thank you. And God bless you,
sir,” he added, suddenly seizing Mr. Smith’s
hand, “for the fight you have thrown upon this
wearying, and, 1 feared, hopeless search. You
need not be so anxious, sir, to send a special
messenger to release your son from his pro
mise of marriage to my niece. None of us,
be assured, will be desirous of forcing her upon
a reluctant family.” He then bowed, and
withdrew.
“Mr. Waters,” said Mr. Smith with a good
deal of sternness, as soon as we were alone,
“I expect that no sentimental crotchet will pre.
vent your doing your duty in this matter?”
“What right,” I answered with some heat,
“have you, sir, to make such an insinuation ?”
“Because I perceived, by your manner, that
you disapproved my questioning Mr. Lloyd as
to the likeliest mode of securing his brother.”
“My manner but interpreted my thoughts ;
still, sir, I know what belongs to my duty, and
ahall nerform it.”
“Enough, I have nothing more to say.’’
I drew on my gloves, took up my hat, ana
I was leaving the room, when Mr. Smith ex
claimed, “Stay one moment, Mr. Waters ; you
see that my great object is to break oft'the con
nection between my son and Miss Lloyd.”
“I do.”
“I am not anxious you will remember, to
press the prosecution, if by a frank written con~
session of his guilt, Owen Lloyd places an in
superable bar between his child and mine.
You understand ?”
“Perfectly. But permit me to observe, that
the duty you just now hinted l might hesitate
to perfotm, will not permit me to be a paiJy to
any such transaction. Good day.”
I waited on Mr. YY’illiam Lloyd soon after,
wards, and listened with painful interest to the
brief history which he, with childlike simplici
ty, narrated of his own and brother’s fortunes.
It was a sad, oft-told tale. They had been ear.
iy left orphans; and deprived ol judicious gui
dance, had run—YY’illiam more especially—a
| wild career of dissipation, till all was gone.
; Just before the crash came, they had both fall
; en in love with the same woman, Caroline
Hey worth, who had preferred the meeker,
! more gentle-hearted Owen, to his elder broth
er. They parted in anger. William obtain
ed a situation as bailiff and overseer of an es
tate in Jamaica, where, by many years of toil,
good fortune, and economyj he at length mined
his health and restored his fortunes ; and was
now returned to die rich in his native country ;
and, as he had till an hour before feared, unla
mented and unattended save by hirelings. I
promised to write immediately 1 had seen his
brother ; and with a sorrowful heart took leave
ofthe vainly.rejoicing, prematurely.aged man.
I arrived at Southampton, by the night-coach
—the railway was but just begun, I remember
—and was informed that the best mode of
reaching Beaulieu—Bewley, they pronounced
it—was by crossing the Southampton river to
the village of Hythe, which was but a few
miles distance from Beaulieu. As soon as I
had breakfasted, I hastened to the quay, and
was soon speeding across the tranquil waters |
in owe of the sharp-stemmed wherries which j
plied constantly between the shores. My at- I
tention was soon arrested by two figures in the j
stern of the boat, a man and a woman. A J
slight examination of their features sufficed to j
convince me that they were Jones and his wife. !
I hey evidently entertained no suspicion of pur-1
suit ; and as I heard them ‘ell the boatmen they
were going on to Bewley, I determined f r the
present not to disturb their fancied security. It
was fortunate I did so. As soon ns we had lan
ded, they passed into a mean-looking dwelling,
which, from some nets, and a boat under re
pair, in a small yard in front of it, I concluded
to be a fisherman’s. As no vehicle could be
readily procured, I determined on walking on,
and easily reached Beaulieu, which is charm
ingly situated just within the skirts of the New
Forest, about twelve o’clock. After partaking
of a slight repast at the principal inn of the :
place—l forget its name, but it was, I remem
ber, within a stone’s throw of the celebrated
Beaulieu Abbey ruins—l easily contrived, by
a few careless, indirect questions, to elicit all
ihe information I required of the loquacious
waiting-maid. Mr. Lloyd, who seemed to bear
an excellent character, lived, I was informed,-
at a cottage about half a mile distant from the
inn, and supported himself as a measurer of
t mber—beech and ash : a small stock—the
oak was reserved for government purposes—
he usually kept on hand. 3liss Caroline, the
girl said, did beautiful fancy-work ; and a group
of flowers painted by her, as natural as life,
was framed and glazed in the bar, if 1 would
like to see it. Upon the right trnck, sure |
enough ! Mr. Lloyd, there could be no longer |
a doubt, had unconsciously betrayed his unfor
tunate, guilty brother into the hands of justice,
and I, an agent of the iron law, was already
upon the threshold of his hiding-place ! I felt
no pleasure at the success of the scheme. To
have biavely and honestly stood up against an
adverse fate for so many years, only to fall ;
into crime just as fortune had grown weary of
persecuting him, and a long-estranged brother ;
had returned to raise him and his to their for- 1
mer position in society, was melancholy in
deed ! And the young woman too. whose let
ter breathed so pure, so gentle, so patient a spir
it!—it would not hear thinking about—and I
resolutely strove to look upon the affair as one
of everyday routine. It would not do, howev- i
er ; and I was about to quit the room in no ve- j
ry enviable frame of mind, when my boat !
companions, Mr. and Mrs. Jones, entered, and j
seated themselves at one of the tables. The
apartment was a rather large one, and as 1
was seated in the corner of a box at some dis- j
tance from the entrance, they did not at first j
observe me ; and several words caught my ear
which awakened a strong desire to hear more. 1
That I might do so, I instantly adopted a very ‘
common, hut not the less often very successful ;
device. As soon as the new-comers perceived
me, their whispered colloquy stopped abruptly ;
and after a minute or so, the man said, looking
hard at me,
‘ Good day, sir ; you have had a rather long
walk,” and he glanced at my dusty- boots.
“Sir,” I replied, enclosing my left ear with
my hand, in the manner of a natural eardrum- j
pet, “did you speak-?” *
“A dusty walk,” he rejoined in a voice that
might have been heard in a hurricane or across
Fleet street.
“One o’clock !” I replied, pulling out my
watch. “No, it wants a quarter yet.”
“Deaf as the Monument,” said Jones to his j
companion. “All right.”
The suspended dialogue was but partially |
resumed.
“Do you think,” said the woman, after the j
lapse of about five minutes—“do you think Ow- I
en and his family will go with us ? i hope >
no'.”
“Not he ; I only asked him just for the say-so j
of the thing. He is too chicken-hearted for |
that, nr for anything else that requires pluck.”
Finishing the spirits and water they had or
dered, they soon afterwards went out. I fol
lowed.
As scon as we had gone about a hundred pa
ces from the house, I said, “Pray, can you tell j
me which is Mr. Lloyd’s the beech merchant’s
hou.-e ?
“Yes,” replied the man, taking hold of my
arm, ami hallooing into my ear with a power
sufficient to really deafen one for life ; “wearc
going there to dine.”
I nodded comprehension, and on we journey
ed. YY’e were met at the door by Owen Lloyd
himself-—a man in whose countenance guile,
lessness, even to simplicity, seemed stamped by
nature’s own true hand. So much, thought I,
lor the reliance to he placed on physiognomy f
•‘I have brought you a customer,” said Mr.
Jones; “but he is as deal as a stone.”
I was courteously invited in by signs ; and
with much hallooing and shouting, it was final
ly settled that, after dinner, I should look over
Mr. Lloyd’s stock of wood. Dinner had just
been placed on the tnble by Mrs. Lloyd and
her daughter. A still very comely, interesting
woman was Mrs. Lloyd, though time and sor
row had long since set their unmistakcahie
seals upon her. Her daughter was, I thought,
one of the most charming, graceful young wo
men I had ever seen, spite ofthe tinge of sad
ness which dwelt upon her sweet face, deepen,
ing its interest if it somewhat diminished its
beauty. My heart ached to think of the rnise.
ry the announcement of my errand must pre.
sently bring on such g.-ntle beings—innocent,
I felt confident, even of the knowledge of ihe
crime that had been committed. I dreaded to
begin—not, Heaven knows, from any fear of
the men, who, compared with me, were poor,
feeble creatures, and I could easily have mas.
tered half-a-dozen such ; but the females—that
young girl especially'—how encounter their
despair! I mutely declined dinner, but ac
cepted a glass of ale, and sa’ down till I could
muster sufficient resolution for the performance
of my task ; for I felt this was an opportunity
of quietly effecting the capture of both the sus.
pected criminals, which must not be neglected.
Dinner was just over, when Mrs. Lloyd said,
“Oh, Mr. Jones, have you seen anything of
my husband’s pocket-book ? It was on a shelf
in the room where you slept—not the last time,
but when you were here about three weeks
ago. YVe can find it nowhere, and I thought
| you might possibly have taken it by mistake.”
“A black, common looking thing ?” said
I Jones.
“Yes.”
“I did take it by mistake. I found it in one
j of my parcels, and put it into my pocket, intend,
ing of course to return it when I came back ;
but I remember, when wanting to open a lock
of which 1 had lost the key, taking it out to seo
if it contained a pencil-case which 1 thought
might answer the purpose ; and finding none,
tossing it away in a pet, I could not afterwards
find it.”
“Then it is lost !”
“Yes: but what of that? There was noth,
ing in it.”
“You are mistaken,” rejoined Owen ; “there
was a five-pound country note in it, and the loss
will YY’hat is the matter, friend ?”
I had sprung upon my feet with uncontrolla.
ble emotion : Mr. Lloyd’s observation recalled
me to myself, and I sat down again, muttering
something about a sudden pain in the side.
“Oh, if that’s the case,” said Jones, “I’ll
make it up, willingly. 1 am pretty rich, you
know, just now.”
“VY’e shall be much obligpd to you,” said
Mrs. Lloyd ; “its loss would be a sad blow to
us.”
•‘How came you to send those heavy boxes
here, Jones ?” said Owen Lloyd. “Would it
not have been better to have sent them direct
to Portsmouth, where the vessel calls ?”
“1 had not quite made up my mind to return
to America then, and I knew they would be
safer here than any where else.”
“When do you mean to take them away ?
We are so badly off for room that they terribly
hamper us.”
“This evening, about nine o’clock. I have
’ hired a smack at Uv the, to take us, bag and
| baggage, down the river to meet the liner
which calls off Portsmouth to-morrow. I wish
! we could persuade you to go with us.”
| “Thank you, Jones.” replied Owen in a de
jected tone. “I have very little to hope for here ;
; still my heart clings to the old country.”
I had heard enough ; and hastily rising, inti
mated a wish to look at the timber at once.
Mr. Lloyd immediately rose, and Jones and his
wife left the cottage to return to Hythe at the
same time that we dirt. I marked u few piec
j es of timber, and promising to send for them
i in the morning, hastened away.
A mountain seemed removed from oil my
breast ; I felt as if I had achieved a great per
sonal deliverance. Truly a wonderful interpo.
sition of Providence, I thought, that has so sig
nally averted the fatal consequences likely to
have resulted from the thoughtless imprudence
of Owen Lloyd, in allowing his house to be
made, however innocently, a receptacle for
stolen goods, at the solicitations, too, of a man
whose character lie knew to be /lone of the
purest. He had had a narrow escape, and
might with perfect truth exclaim—
“ There’s a divinity that shapes our ends,
Itough-hcw them how we will.”
The warrants of which I was the bearer,
the London police authorities had taken care
to get indorsed by a magistrate of the county of
■Hampshire, who happened to be in London, so
that I found no difficulty in arranging effectu
ally for the capture and safe custody of Jones
and his assistants when he came to fetch his
booty.
1 had just returned to the Beaulieu inn, after
completing my arrangements, when a carriage
j drove furiously up to the door, and who should,
| to my utter astonishment, alight, but Mr. Wil
! iiam Lloyd, and Messrs. Smiili, lather and son.
j f hastened out, and briefly enjoining caution
j and silence, begged them to step with me into
ja private room. The agitation of Mr. Lloyd
and of Mr. Arthur Smith was extieme, but Mr.
■ Smith appeared cold and impassive as ever. I
j soon ascertained that Arthur Smith b> his
| mother’s assistance, l suspect, had early pene
i (rated his father’s schemes and secrets, and
! had. inconsequence, caused Mr. William Lloyd
1 to be watched home, with whom, immediately
alter 1 had left, he had a long conference. La
ter in the evening an eclaircissement with the
father took place ; and after a long and stormy
discussion, it was resolved that all three should
the next morning post down to Beaulieu, and
act as circumstances might suggest. My story
’ was soon told. It was received of course with
NO. 5.