ike a child in his arms, and going
over to a cupboard, took from it a jug of milk, and so completely was
he borne away by the force of his imagination that he actually poured a
portion of the milk upon the pillow.

The act seemed for the moment to dispel, the illusion--but only for
a moment; the benevolent heart of the poor creature seemed, to take
delight in these humane reminiscences; and, almost immediately, he was.
proceeding with his simple, but touching little drama.

"Well," said he, "that's better than cowld bog wather; how would the
rich like to see their sick childre put on cowld wather and cowld
pratees? But who cares for the rich, for the rich doesn't care about
huz; but no matther, white-head--if you'll only just open your eyes
and spake to me, I'll give you the cock." He gave a peculiar call, as
he spoke, which was perfectly well known to the bird in question, which
immediately flew from the roost, and went up to him; Raymond then gently
laid the pillow down, and taking the cock up, put his head under one of
his wings, and placed him on the pillow where he lay quietly and as if
asleep. For many minutes he kept his eyes fixed upon the objects before
him, until the image in his mind growing still stronger, and more
distinct, became at last so painful that he, burst into tears.

"No," said he, "he will never open his eyes again; he will never look
upon any one more: and what will she do when she hasn't his white head
before her?"

Whilst poor Raymond thus indulged himself in the caprices of a
benevolent imagination, his mother was hastening to the house of Mr.
Hickman, the former agent of the Castle Cumber property, with the
intention of rendering an act of justice to an individual and a family
whom she had assisted deeply and cruelly to injure. Whilst she is on the
way, however, we will take the liberty of introducing our readers to Mr.
Hickman's dining-room, where a small party are assembled; consisting of
the host himself, Mr. Easel, the artist, Mr. Harman, and the Rev. Mr.
Clement; and as their conversation bears upon the topic of which we
write, we trust it may not be considered intruding upon private society
to detail a part of it.

"Property in this country," said Hickman, "is surrounded by many
difficulties--difficulties which unfortunately fall chiefly upon those
who cultivate it. In the first place, there is the neglect of the
landlord; in the next, the positive oppression of either himself or