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Hartly wept and lamented exceedingly his miserable condition, and the populace much pitied him, for he was not twenty years of age at the time he died; but Reeves was about twenty-eight years of age, when he suffered, which was at the same time with John Thomson, before mentioned. The Life of RICHARD WHITTINGHAM, a Footpad and Street robber
Rycht honorable Sir,—All my hartly duty vith humbill servise remembred. If I kan nocht vin to Fakland the first nycht, I sall be tymelie in St Johnestoun on the morne. Alwyse I repose on yowr advertysment of the precyse day, vith credit to the berar: for howbeit he be bot ane silly ald gleyd carle, I vill answer for him that he sall be very trew.
On the back ‘Sprott,’ ‘bookit’ . Robert Logan of Restalrig to . . . Rycht honorabill Sir,—My hartly dewty remembred.
All which he spoke of with an unconcernedness scarce to be conceived, and as it were rather out of curiosity than that he thought himself in any danger of eternal punishment hereafter. Hartly, on the other hand, was a fellow of a much softer disposition, showed very great fear, and looked in great confusion at the approach of death.
The boy had set his mind on going to sea; and as he had no friends who could help him to go to school or college, and his godfather, Captain Hartly, offered to pay the apprenticeship fees if his mother would let him learn navigation, she at last, though much against her will, consented that he should be bound apprentice to our skipper here.
"No that's the worst of it; they're unloved letters," Mrs. Touchett retorted. "Then, obviously, she needn't have written them; whereas the man, poor devil, could hardly help receiving them." "Perhaps he counted on the public to save him the trouble of reading them," said young Hartly, who was in the cynical stage. Mrs. Armiger turned her reproachful loveliness to Dresham.
It can easily be raised in the greatest abundance, and affords the most wholesome and nutritious food. "Let pæans," writes Mr. Hartly, "be sung all over the mighty West, to Indian Corn. Without it, the West would still have been a wilderness. Was the frontier suddenly invaded, without commissary, or quartermaster, or other sources of supply, each soldier parched a peck of corn.
However he was relieved, and Reeves and Hartly being soon after taken, they were both tried and convicted for this fact.
Under the south window stood a small table covered with newly opened letters, a portfolio and several new books, with here and there a page turned down, and one with a paper knife between its leaves as if it had only been half read. I took up the last mentioned, and it proved to be the "Life and Poetry of Hartly Coleridge," son of S.T. Coleridge.
Peterborough." "And Mr. Peterborough?" "My solicitor." "You mean your father's?" "Yes, and mine, too." "Then you have property of your own?" "Yes. You did not know it?" "I heard of it yesterday. Your property is no concern of mine, you understand." She was silent. Under the circumstances the statement was significant. "Mr. Hartly came to my father the other day," he went on. Still no answer.
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