was at last advised by one whose sincerity he could not doubt, to apply, on the good word of Sir John Millet, for a berth as laborer in the King'

the British lion, the private grounds of the British Kin

knew him; armed, too, with a line from Sir John, and recommended by his introducer as uncommonly expert

ate-leaving far behind him the dingy old bricks of St. James-George the Third was wont

catch peeps in some private but parallel walk, of that lonely figure, not mo

ness of parliament or the nation; and calling to mind all his own sufferings growing out of that war, with all the calamities of his country; dim impulses, such as those to which the regicide Ravaillae yielded,

lling a little by-walk,

of bushes, suddenly b

remove it-bowed, and was retiring; when somet

glishman,-no Eng

er something; but knowing not what

said the King again in his

, but could not. What could h

of that stubborn race,-

ought y

te of w

"this man is in the walk against orders. There is some mistake, may

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the gardener again to I

of the man, I ass

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an was out of hearing, the k

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to be my sa

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king-yo

mly, but with deep res

enly, walked rapidly away from Israel a moment, but presently returning with a less hasty pace, said, "You are rumored to be a spy-a spy, or something of that sort-a

, it

Say nothing of this talk to any one. And hark again. So long

ss your

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king in delight, "I thought I

the king's kindne

my arm

n, Israel silentl

-gravel away. Very stubborn race-very

probably, though, the latter was the case, inasmuch as some vague shadowy report of Israel not being an Englishman, had, a little previous to his interview with the king, been communicated to several of the inferior gardeners. Without any impeachment of Israel's fealty to his country, it must still be narrated, that from this his familiar audience with George

uls. Indeed, had it not been for the peculiar disinterested fidelity of our adventurer's patriotism, he would have soon sported the red coat; and perhaps under the immediate patronage of his royal f

k had gone by, when the old story of his being a rebel, or a runaway prisoner, or a Yankee, or a spy, began to be revived with added malignity. Like bloodhounds, the soldiers were once more on the track. The houses where he harbored were many times searched; but thanks to the fidelity of a few earnest well-wishers, and