[Illustration: "A BRAVE EVENING, MOTHER! IF WE HAD CHINKING IN OUR POCKETS BUT A FEW SPECKS OF THAT GOLD WHICH IS PILED UP YONDER IN THE SKY, WE SHOULD BE RICH FOR LIFE"--Chap. xlv.] [Illustration: THEN SEATING HIMSELF UNDER A SPREADING HONEYSUCKLE, AND STRETCHING HIS LEGS ACROSS THE THRESHOLD SO THAT NO PERSON COULD PASS IN OR OUT WITHOUT HIS KNOWLEDGE, HE TOOK FROM HIS POCKET A PIPE, FLINT, STEEL, AND TINDER-BOX, AND BEGAN TO SMOKE--Chap. xlv.] [Illustration: THE POLE SWEPT THE AIR ABOVE THE PEOPLE'S HEADS, AND THE MAN'S SADDLE WAS EMPTY IN AN INSTANT--Chap. xlix.] [Illustration: IT FLITTED ONWARD, AND WAS GONE--Chap. l.] [Illustration: "YOU HAVE BEEN DRINKING," SAID THE LOCKSMITH--Chap. li.] [Illustration: FLUNG ITSELF UPON THE FOREMOST ONE, KNELT DOWN UPON ITS BREAST, AND CLUTCHED ITS THROAT WITH BOTH HANDS--Chap. lvi.] [Illustration: PUTTING HIS STAFF ACROSS HIS KNEES IN CASE OF ALARM OR SURPRISE, SUMMONED GRIP TO DINNER--Chap. lvii.] [Illustration: LOOKED MOODILY ON AS SHE FLEW TO MISS HAREDALE'S SIDE--Chap. lix.] [Illustration: "WILL YOU COME?" "I!" SAID THE LORD MAYOR MOST EMPHATICALLY. "CERTAINLY NOT"--Chap. lxi.] [Illustration: "STOP!" CRIED THE LOCKSMITH, IN A VOICE THAT MADE THEM FALTER--PRESENTING, AS HE SPOKE, A GUN. "LET AN OLD MAN DO THAT. YOU CAN SPARE HIM BETTER"--Chap. lxiii.] [Illustration: THE BURNING OF NEWGATE--Chap. lxiv.] [Illustration: "NO OFFENCE, NO OFFENCE," SAID THAT PERSONAGE IN A CONCILIATORY TONE, AS HUGH STOPPED IN HIS DRAUGHT AND EYED HIM, WITH NO PLEASANT LOOK FROM HEAD TO FOOT--Chap. lxix.] [Illustration: "TENDER-HEARTED!" ECHOED DENNIS. "TENDER-HEARTED! LOOK AT THIS MAN. DO YOU CALL THIS CONSTITOOTIONAL! DO YOU SEE HIM SHOT THROUGH AND THROUGH, INSTEAD OF BEING WORKED OFF LIKE A BRITON! DAMME IF I KNOW WHICH PARTY TO SIDE WITH"--Chap. lxix.] [Illustration: "YOU OUGHT TO BE THE BEST INSTEAD OF THE WORST," SAID HUGH, STOPPING BEFORE HIM. "HA, HA, HA! SEE THE HANGMAN WHEN IT COMES HOME TO HIM!"--Chap. lxxvi.] [Illustration: "I SHALL BLESS YOUR NAME," SOBBED THE LOCKSMITH'S LITTLE DAUGHTER, "AS LONG AS I LIVE"--Chap. lxxii.] [Illustration: SAT THE UNHAPPY AUTHOR OF ALL--LORD GEORGE GORDON--Chap. lxxiii.] [Illustration: HE ROSE FROM HIS BED WITH A HEAVY SIGH, AND WRAPPED HIMSELF IN HIS MORNING GOWN. "SO SHE KEPT HER WORD," HE SAID, "AND WAS CONSTANT TO HER THREAT!"--Chap. lxxv.] [Illustration: THE LOCKSMITH'S RUDDY FACE AND BURLY FORM COULD BE DESCRIED, BEATING ABOUT AS THOUGH HE WAS STRUGGLING WITH A ROUGH SEA--Chap. lxxix.] [Illustration: RECLINING, IN AN EASY ATTITUDE, WITH HIS BACK AGAINST A TREE, AND CONTEMPLATING THE RUIN WITH AN EXPRESSION OF PLEASURE--Chap. lxxxi.] [Illustration: RAISING HIMSELF UPON HIS HANDS, HE GAZED AT HIM FOR AN INSTANT WITH SCORN AND HATRED IN HIS LOOK--Chap. lxxxi.] [Illustration: GRIP THE RAVEN--Chap. the last.] AMERICAN NOTES [Illustration] TEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY A. B. FROST [Illustration: "RATHER A HEAVY SEA ON, SIR, AND A HEAD WIND"--Chap. ii].