poor on his estate, or to plead their cause, and the guardians were content to let things slide.

Dr. Chalmers maintained that the one main drawback to the effectual working of the new Poor Law would be the defective attendance at the boards of the landlords, and, as far as Sloville was concerned, the doctor was right.  Had the deceased Baronet discharged the duties of his position, and concerned himself about the welfare of the poor, he might have been a blessing to the district.  As it was, he was very much the reverse.  In his time, as in that of the old Hebrew Psalmist, it might truly be said: ‘The wicked in his pride doth persecute the poor.’

A few days and the astonishment of the town was over, and the sun was gay, and the earth as fair as ever.  Nature takes no heed of death; it keeps on all the same its eternal way.  The common people had their talk of old scandals, and the lodge-keeper became quite an oracle as he hinted at the appearance of an old woman at the gate, and expressed his wonder at what had become of her.  He went so far as to hint at the possession of mysterious knowledge, of which the presumptive heir would be glad to avail himself; but gradually even that form of mild excitement passed away.  The public soon got over the event, as it generally does.

In the gay world, of which Sir Watkin had been a leading figure so recently, things went on much as usual.  The old captain in the club, it is true, felt the loss of a man younger than himself, and on whom he had, to a certain extent, leaned.  The manager of the Diamond Theatre was inconsolable, as his bills were many in the hands of the Jews, and he looked to the Baronet to take them up as they fell due.  A little regret and wonder was expressed that the deceased Baronet did not cut up quite so well as was expected.  Well, of course, he was a gentleman, and you can’t expect a gentleman to be a good man of business.  But a good many who lost by the deceased were not quite so easily consoled.  It is pleasant to be able to pay twenty shillings in the pound, but that is not the whole duty of man, nevertheless.  If Shakespeare had been unfortunate in business, if Milton had had to make an arrangement with his creditors, we should have thought just as well of them; nor does one think a penny the worse of De Foe, that he was in pecuniary difficulties, or of Dick Steele that he could not make both ends meet, or of Goldsmith that he left two thousand pounds of debt behind him.  In the case of Sir Watkin Strahan the estate was strictly settled, and only his debts of honour got paid.  As it was, there was little left for the new Baronet to start with.

And this state of things is the consequence of the law of primogeniture, says the ignorant reformer.  It is not so.  Our laws of settlement are to be blamed as unfair and unjust.  The main causes of agricultural depression, and of continued wrongdoing on the part of landed proprietors, are the laws which allow the owners to make deeds and wills which for many years, and often long after the owners’ deaths, prevent the land from being sold, or the estate from being divided, no matter how expedient it may be that it should he sold, or no matter how foolish or extravagant the owner may be.  Mr. Kay illustrates this in a case in which he had acted as trustee.  This estate, about fifty or sixty years ago, came into the hands of a young nobleman, whom he calls Lord A., when he was twenty-one.  He married when he was twenty-two, and the marriage-deed gave him only a life interest in the estate, and settled the property on his children.  He had one child, and as soon as that child was twenty-one another deed was made, giving that child only a life interest in the estate, and settling it after his death on the children he might leave in succession.  Lord A. was an extravagant and reckless man.  He hunted the county; he kept open house; he lived as if his estate were ten times as great as it really was.  He gambled and lost heavily.  He raised money on his life interest.  He finally fled from England deeply in debt, and lived abroad.  The remainder of the life interest was sold to a Jew, who knew that he would lose all when Lord A. died, and found his only profit in thinning the woods.  That state of things lasted forty years.  The farmers had no leases or any security for expenditure.  The Jew would not spend a penny, nor would the gentleman who took the mansion, because he could not tell when he might be turned out; and the tenantry were prevented from doing fairly to the land or to themselves.  There was no one to support the schools or the church, or to look after the labourers on the estate.  The farm-buildings fell into decay; the land was not properly drained or cultivated; the plantations were injured, and the mansion was dilapidated.  And all this vast extent of mischief was the result of the deeds which the law had allowed the lord and his heir to execute.  Nor are such cases isolated.  Nor is it possible to over-estimate the wretchedness and poverty they create in rural England.  Perhaps, in time, Englishmen will demand the abolition of laws which entail such bitter wrong on the community at large.

CHAPTER XXIV
THE HONEYMOON.

At that very time—in autumn, when everyone is supposed to be out of town and blinds are drawn down in all Belgravia; when the moors of Scotland and the health resorts of our own highly-favoured land or of the Continent are crammed, and white-winged yachts, like sea-fowl or flakes of snow, bedeck the peaceful waters of the Solent, and sparkle as they shine along our summer seas—a small party might be seen drawing up at the registrar’s office somewhere in the neighbourhood of the Strand.  No one knew what was going on, and the single brougham at the door attracted little attention.  The first to get out was our old friend Buxton, the medical man; then came Wentworth, a little gayer than usual.  In another, which followed immediately, were Rose, looking lovelier than ever and perhaps a trifle more serious, and her mother, a quiet old lady, much given to garrulity when she had a chance, and to self-effacement when she found no one wanted to hear her.  The poor old soul had no idea of being married at the registrar’s.  The business was a very simple one—merely to make a declaration before the officer appointed for that purpose that they were to be married, and to sign a declaration to that effect, which was duly witnessed ere it was sent away to be preserved among our national archives.  This done and the registrar’s fee paid, they drove away as quietly as they came to the Midland Railway Station in the Euston Road, where they had a pleasant lunch; and thence the newly-married couple took the train to the busy city of Liverpool, ever overflowing with a very migratory population.  Here to-day, gone to-morrow.  Of course they did not stop there long.  The next day they left the dark cloud of Liverpool smoke behind for the romantic Isle of Man.

One of the first things they did was to take a trip round the island, and we will accompany them.  For this purpose we step on board the King Orrey, as she lies at the Douglas Pier.  King Orrey was one of the far-famed Monarchs of the Isle, and is now commemorated in a way of which he could have no idea.

We are off in good time, and as the day is tempting