our sport, while the rest looked on in silent but deep-felt enjoyment. One of the boys emptied an ink bottle into his hair, another threw ashes on his sacred head, Which with such vengeful sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and frowns, That had not Hate, with potent reason, steel'd The hearts of boys, they must perforce have melted, while, to sum up all, Dick Hazard took the pan of warm water which stood upon the stove, emptied into it the contents of every inkstand in the room, and then threw the vile mixture over his viler person. As if that were the preconcerted signal, the whole school instantly broke up; and Dick and I, having previously ungagged the sufferer that he might roar for help, bid him an affectionate farewell, pulled down the stovepipe upon him, and then left him to make the most of his acute perceptions. -Thus endeth my life at school, and the First Book of my history. SIXTY YEARS OF THE LIFE OF JEREMY LEVIS. BOOK SECOND. CHAPTER I. Peace be at your labour, honest fishermen ! Pericles, Prince of Tyre. WHAT, Edward! will you not even wait till I may thank you?" Still he made no answer, but glancing his eye from Dick to me, with a look that plainly said, There can be no words between Edward Clayton and the friend of such a man as Hazard, turned coldly round, and departed. The story is soon told. Like all other idlers, I was fond of fishing; and Dick being similarly disposed, you will not wonder that a summer's morning should find us on the banks of a stream which wandered at some two or three miles distance, from the village. While silently engaged in our humane diversion, a little boy joined us with a basket on his arm. "Have you caught any thing?" he civilly asked. 1 "Yes," answered I, with equal civility," and there it goes again," as I seized his basket and threw it into the stream. Dick laughed loudly, and swore it was "a damned good trick;"while the poor little fellow wrung his hands, and cried most bitterly. I was fond of mischief, but not hard-hearted; and seeing the latter's distress, I stripped off my clothes and plunged into the water; for, though it was deep, I apprehended no danger, as I was an excellent swimmer, and the object at no great distance. However, just as I touched the handle, a violent cramp seized my limbs, and I became powerless. In this extremity, I called on Dick to help me; but that warm friend coolly answered, “Keep up, Jerry, till I get some help!" and ran off to procure the aid of others; while the boy, who had no great reason to care for me, cried out in absolute anguish, “O, sir! never mind my basket! never mind my basket!" For a few minutes I was able to maintain my head above the water by the use of my arms; but they at length proved powerless, and no help seemed nigh. O, with what agony I gazed upon the green banks, that were so near, and yet so far for me, and thought that never more I should behold them! A crowd of maddening fancies came galloping through my brain in rapid succession, each one striving to push before the rest ;-the memories of my past days, in which I had never done a good deed; the images of my parents, that seemed to curse me for my ingratitude; and lastly, the future, with all its hitherto dim horrours most frightfully distinct.—I could bear no more: I tried to shriek, but could not: my mouth grew parched; and my eyes seemed straining from their sockets for want of light; and my brain reeled; and I felt the cold brine bubble in my ears, and pass my eyes-my head: and then came the gasp of suffocation, as though I were struggling with the night-mare; and I clung to the basket, in the mad hope that it might save me: and then |