mere posthumous honour be a feeling rather vain
than exalted, the love of our race affords us a more rational and noble
desire of remembrance. Come what will, that love, if it animates our
toils and directs our studies, shall when we are dust make our relics
of value, our efforts of avail, and consecrate the desire of fame,
which were else a passion selfish and impure, by connecting it with the
welfare of ages and the eternal interests of the world and its Creator!
Come, we will to bed."

CHAPTER XL.

A man may be formed by nature for an admirable citizen, and
yet, from the purest motives, be a dangerous one to the
State in which the accident of birth has placed him.--
STEPHEN MONTAGUE.

The night again closed., and the student once more resumed his labours.
The spirit of his hope and comforter of his toils sat by him, ever and
anon lifting her fond eyes from her work to gaze upon his countenance,
to sigh, and to return sadly and quietly to her employment.

A heavy step ascended the stairs, the door opened, and the tall figure
of Wolfe, the republican, presented itself. The female rose, pushed a
chair towards him with a smile and grace suited to better fortunes, and,
retiring from the table, reseated herself silent and apart.

"It is a fine night," said the student, when the mutual greetings were
over. "Whence come you?"

"From contemplating human misery and worse than human degradation,"
replied Wolfe, slowly seating himself.

"Those words specify no place: they apply universally," said the
student, with a sigh.

"Ay, Glendower, for misgovernment is universal," rejoined Wolfe.

Glendower made no answer.

"Oh!" said Wolfe, in the low, suppressed tone of intense passion which
was customary to him, "it maddens me to look upon the willingness with
which men hug their trappings of slavery,--bears, proud of the rags
which deck and the monkeys which ride them. But it frets me yet more
when some lordling sweeps along, lifting his dull eyes above the fools
whose only crime and debasement are--what?--their subjection to him!
Such a one I encountered a few nights since; and he will remember the
meeting longer than I shall. I taught that 'god to tremble.'"

The female rose, glanced towards her husband, and silently withdrew.

Wolfe paused for a few moments, looked curiously and pryingly round,
and then rising went forth into the passage to see that no loiterer or
listener was near; returned