CONTENTS. . I . 466 PAGE 181 197 Broken on the Wheel. By JOSEPH HATTON BY ORDER OF THE KING. (L'Homme qui Rit.) By Victor Hugo. Part II.-BOOK THE SECOND (Continued).-Chaps. IX.-XI. BOOK THE FOURTH.-Chaps. 1.-11. (Continued). -Chaps. III.-VIII. (Continued).-Chap. vi. 668 169 543 Cambridge v. Oxford 726 Christian Vagabond, The. By BLANCHARD JERROLD:- VI. - VII. 513 CORRESPONDENCE OF SYLVANUS URBAN : An Ancient School Book-The Aurora Polaris-A Genius. 126 The Wild Cat and the Keilder District-Suez Canal- A Bullock of J. A. Comenius—The “ Personal in American Literature" 382 510 . . . . . . . 464 . . . 212 PAGE 604 85 345 710 445 605 323 459 39 400 304 179 196 667 394 Taxes on Pages and Pageantry (Illustrated)—Performing Fleas- Latest Productions in Photography-Our Nearest Relatives- 119 Human Heart-Charles Knubel-Extracting Bullets by Elec- Illustrated Journalism 377 Popular Lecturers-Mr. Bellew's New Entertainment-Ana- 504 Faraday-The Guillotine --Home-Grown Silk, Sugar, To- 633 Cures-Frank Leslie and “The Gentleman's Magazine " 752 653 207 41 129 337 327 524 248 . . AVD . PAGE . 74 . Tales from the Old Dramatists. By SHIRLEY BROOKS :- No, VII.-Anointed with Vial of Wrath True Story of Mrs. Shakspere's Life Two Days in Bedfordshire. By H. H. D. Will He Escape ? By Percy FITZGERALD :- BOOK THE SECOND (Continued). -Chaps. II.-IV. (Continued). --Chaps. III.–VII. THE GentleMAN'S MAGAZINE DECEMBER, 1869. BROKEN ON THE WHEEL. BY JOSEPH HATTON, AUTHOR OF “CHRISTOPHER KENRICK." રીલી E was ever a strange, wild spirit : at one time revelling in fits of dissipation; at another, reading hard and going to church on Sundays, like a plodding, respectable man. A Le week ago he began to tell me his story, the story of his life from the beginning. There was a peculiarly touching pathos in his style which I can hardly hope to reflect in these pages. It seemed as if he loved to dwell upon his earliest days. He would describe every little incident of his life at the outset, and gradually fall away from this close picturesque painting, as he approached the end, his story becoming more suggestive than narratory, until at last it was nothing but a wild burst of passion, the cry of the maniac þroken upon the wheel of fortune, and raving at fațe. This is his strange and pitiful story S “What an ugly little rascal !” exclaimed my father, in answer to the "there, sir,” of a portly Gampish woman, who held something in a bundle under his nose, what an ugly little rascal!” "Lor, sir,” said the woman, "for goodness sake don't go and say so to the missus, she'll never get over it." But my father had no particularly delicate scruples on that score, as niy mother has since told me. He did repeat this rough and ready criticism on the personal appearance of your humble servant, George Newbolde. How rapidly I changed from anything but a handsome baby, my VOL. IV., N. S. 1869. B |