Luttrell Of Arran

h the tide. By keeping along close to shore he learned that the ebb would take him well out to sea before midnight. Vyner, therefore, gare orders that the yacht should lie-to after s

sea-plants and shells abounded; lichens of colour the most novel and varied; rocks, whose layers defied all theories of stratification, and were convoluted and enclosed one within another inextricably. Caves, whose stalact

that first sentiment would darken into the impenetrable blackness of unbroken gloom. As he thus mused, he was sorry that he had written that note to Luttrell. He had no right to obtrude himself upon one, who, in withdrawing from the world, declared that he deserved to be unknown. He was half angry with himself for a step whic

gh the foliage, and then turning seaward, he could descry the light and airy spars of his little vessel as she slowly crept along, a light from a stern window showing where he, too, for the nonce, owned a home on the blue waters of the Atlantic. What a difference between these two homes! what blissful thoughts, and budding hopes, and present enjoyments in the one, what unbroken gloom in the other! "I was wrong to have written, but I wish he h

ty of which were some rocks, forming an arm of a large bay that swept boldly inwards, and this was the spot which, on the map, he had pointed out as a suitable place for the yacht to lie-to, and wait for him. He now saw, howevar, that in following out the spit

of rashness. There was nothing for it but to make a signal, if perchance it could be seen; the Meteor was not more than a mile off, and the project seemed not hopeless. He tied his handkerchief to his cane, and hastened on towards one of the rocks before him; as he drew nigher, he saw something whi

uld you get me some dry leaves or chips together to make a fire?" The other looked up with a startled air, for he had thought himself alone,

his way," muttered Luttrell,

at led me here one of the happiest of my life, if it

asked the other,

n to molest you, Luttrell. This meeting

thus-in these rags, in all this misery. These are not the memories I wanted you to

ch you I've come. Take my word for it, I feel too acutely all the wrong you hav

my neighbours, I couldn't have lived here," cr

t at your age, or with your abilities,

is," said he, with a wild laugh, "

run of ill-luck, to be repaid by a

I don't wish it. If I were to win now,

boy-your fine

ied how the child had repeated the nickname. "There's only one way he c

you cannot mean

e fine prizes that his father strove for and never won, any

ssent, and the other went

s broken, my hand unsteady, my foot weak, and my nerves shattered. I'd have gone out to see you,

member a Grenfell

son, the potted-shrimp ma

d a very cleve

aily, hourly companionship. I can eat as coarse food, wear as coarse clothes, lie down on as mean a bed, talk as penuriously, and think as humbly, but I c

of family stirs yo

here was a Dutch pedlar; some generations of thrift and industry made us gentlemen. For time does for family what it does for wine, and just merely by age your poor light Medo

know I'm here; how to mak

The fishermen's boats fare ill along this coas

. Indeed, in his alacrity to make the signal, he only showed his eagerness to aid his departure. He wondered, too, how much external change, and how litt

s do not deceive me, they have lowered a boat;" as he spoke, he knelt down to kindle the wood, by using his hat to fan the flame, which, after

an come in

, and if trade were ever to turn its steps hither, I'd direct my attention to wrecking to-mor

ied to by Vyner, and the stout rowe

en to whom mere curiosity affords some pleasure, I'd have shelved my pride, or my shame, or whatever be the name of it, and said, 'Come and look

e, Luttrell, and let us have one l

ad been alone; I can't face

ll leave us to ourselves, and we shall have our talk unmolested. Is ther

red and trained as he is. Let the world treat him as it may, he

do you int

r prefer a course of activity, he can go on board some of these American traders, or sail with a fishing lugger. Frankly, Vyner, it's a matter I have not given much thought to. There is but one part

r with you," said Vyner, in a friendly tone, "not

, and f

n the coast here. Not a very profitable investment, perhaps, but cert

suppose?" "Yes,

not assert one single right of property; the people who live there, and whose fathers have lived there for centuries, have never acknowledged lord or master. You'll stock it with sheep, and send an agent. They'll eat your mutton, and shoot your agent. You'll appeal to the law, and you might as well

ore discouragin

own rough energies must come the cure for our own coarse maladies. Go back and build model cottages in Norfo

oard with me, Luttrell, i

about Ireland, besides, and I'd be led into rudenesses, w

och, where I wish you'd let me te

kno

trell, is th

ot exa

ou writ

hink

write t

ese few minutes we have passed together will render the life I go back to

e to us; there is an exce

eading and writing, instructs in net-mending, sail-making, caulking, and

able at being stared at by the sailors, Luttrell moved away, an

tside," said the coxswain; but Vyner did not heed th