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have seen something of my present feelings, for his return was distant and haughty. It was now verging to night, and Mrs Bellarmine was removed into an inner room, where there were lights. Malloch and I were left together, but no conversation passed ; and in a short time a message was brought to us, that the lady was better. I proceeded to the apartment where she was ; Captain Malloch, as I observed, lingering behind, and not appearing resolved what to do.
Just as I was departing, one of my servants who had followed me thither came up, and put into my hand a letter which a peon (runner) had brought to my house. I took it, and went into the room where the two ladies were sitting. Mrs Bellarmine was pale, but collected, and said that she was quite recovered. Her attention seemed attracted by the unopened letter which I held in my hand; and on looking at it myself, I perceived that it was in the handwriting of Major Eastlake. It would not be easy to describe the anxiety which the whole party now felt as to its contents: to Mrs Bellarmine's agitated mind, they seemed to hold the cup of life or death. I broke the seal. The letter was short, but full of interest:
“MY DEAR SIR-I am glad to say that I have obtained sure intelligence concerning our poor friend Henry: his honour is as untainted as the snow. He was made prisoner by the Pindarees, and is now confined in one of their hill-forts, where I have found means of communicating with him. I cannot as yet attempt his release, but he shall be restored to us. You may have heard that Malloch had a command in this district at the time of the skirmish; and it now appears that it was owing to some treachery or cowardice on his part that Henry's party was entrapped and surrounded by the banditti. These things will now be brought to light, as well as some mean forgeries which have been attempted of late, and of which a sergeant here has given an account. I am,' &c.
I had read so far before perceiving that Malloch had by this time followed me into the room, and had heard part of the letter: at the last words, I was alarmed by seeing him at once dart out of the apartment with a look of distraction. I heard his footsteps running across the garden, but remained in a kind of mute astonishment, both at the suddenness of his action, and at the contents of the letter. I had hardly stood a minute in this state, when Bappoo, one of the servants, came running into the apartment with a look of terror, and cried: “Sahib! Sahib! Mr Malloch has thrown himself into the sea!' The house where Mrs Eastlake lived-she had now removed into the town—was just within the ramparts, on that side where they run into the bay; and a leap from the parapet-wall at high-water was certain death, except to the best swimmers. If the dreadful announcement was correct, there was, in the present darkness, no chance of recovering Malloch.
I rushed, however, to the spot which the man had pointed out; and as soon as I got on the wall, I sprang to the top of the parapet to look down. The waters were tossing and weltering against the bottom of the fortifications, where I could distinguish nothing in the darkness but the indistinct heaving of a stormy sea, and the white foam which broke in white patches on the tops of its endless waves. To think that a fellow - creature was struggling in such an abyss, perhaps within reach of my aid-if his pride or remorse would allow him to call for it-was dreadful. As we were standing gazing in this anxiety, I heard one of the natives present—for several had now assembled say to another, in his native tongue: 'I see the fool sitting on a stone! My eye lighted at the moment on the object he had observed, which was certainly something white—the colour of the military undress worn by Malloch -- and having the appearance of a human figure seated on a rock; but whether it was this, or merely an illusion caused by the foam which broke there, the darkness rendered it difficult to say. I called, however, for a ladder, with the intention of descending; and while the men were fetching it, I could not but picture to myself the extraordinary
state of Malloch's thoughts — if it were he -- which thus kept him fixed on a rock in an agony between suicide and the terror of dying—the ridicule of surviving, and the disgrace of such a death. At this moment, we were joined by another person, who had been approaching along the ramparts. He was a tall, soldierlylooking man, in a dark military greatcoat, and was followed by a black servant. I was not aware of his presence, till informed by a kind of whispered intimation from an attendant. As soon as the stranger saw that he was observed, he asked what was the matter. I mentioned that a gentleman had thrown himself from the parapet, and pointed to the figure which we saw.
• Why does not some one go down to him ?' he asked. • A ladder will be brought directly,' I answered.
"A ladder! it will never do to wait for that. Mohammed, give me your turban; or tie your turban and girdle together, and give me the end of them.'
A rope was soon made of the long turbans and girdles of the natives, which was held fast by these people ; while the stranger, throwing off his greatcoat, slid down the wall, and dashed into the sea. We lost sight of him instantly in the tumult of waves and the darkness, and could not tell what was to be the event. In the meantime, I inquired at the servant who his master was?
• It is Mr Bellarmine, sir-arrived from Chunder.'
I had not time to recover from the astonishment caused by this stunning intimation, when I saw him emerge from the water on the little rock; and two figures were immediately seen standing together, and, after a little time, apparently struggling with each other. This, in other circumstances, was only what was to be expected, as Malloch, in his frenzy, might refuse to be saved; but if they should recognise each other in such a situation, what would be the event? The ladder had been now brought; so that, taking a rope in one hand, I hurried down the wall, and swam to the spot so often mentioned. As I approached, the water shallowed a little, and I could stand upon my feet, in which situation I could hear and
see what passed. Bellarmine was endeavouring to persuade Malloch to be saved; while the latter only answered by furious imprecations and oaths; at times saying: “Is it the dead come alive?-or what are you? I am madmad-mad—to meet Bellarmine swimming about in the
Get you gone, sir-I never hurt you. It is falsefalse.' Bellarmine, who did not appear to recognise him, continned struggling to drag him towards the landingplace; and in the meantime I came up, and got the rope fastened round his waist and shoulders. With the assistance of the men pulling on the top of the parapet, we now guided him through the water; and though it looks a little grotesque, had him dragged up the wall like a bundle of wet rags. I prevailed on Bellarmine to ascend before me, and we were both safe landed in a few minutes. Malloch was lying on the grass of the ramparts, and seemed to all appearance either dead or in a swoon.
• Who is he? and what has caused this?' asked Mr Bellarmine.
Before I could get time to answer, a sergeant's wife, who attended as nurse in Major Eastlake's family, interposed: 'Oh, it is Captain Malloch, sir; and he drowned himself, because he was jilted by that creature Mrs Bellarmine. I hope she may get a worse yet, now that her thriftless husband is dead, as Captain Malloch told me himself.'
The astonishment of Bellarmine at this abrupt intelligence cannot be conceived. He looked at me for explanation, which I gave him with the more awkwardness, that I had felt Malloch's pulse in the meantime, and perceived that he was only feigning insensibility, in order to escape being questioned. His odd situation may be conceived, in being thus tied down to hear the account which I had to give Bellarmine of his conduct.
The meeting which immediately took place between the long-lost Bellarmine and his wife cannot be described. This amiable and ill-used lady, in now recovering her beloved husband, felt herself fully rewarded for her constancy and affection. On an explanation being made by
Bellarmine, it appeared he was the bearer of documents which freed him from every shadow of blame. He was also able, in consequence of information which he had collected during his imprisonment among the Pindarees, to render services to government, which led to his speedy promotion. As for the wretched Malloch, the designer of so much evil, and whose infamous schemes had, in reality, proved ultimately beneficial to his victim, he was shunned by all who knew him; and shortly after, obtaining leave of absence, he departed to Europe, there to hide his shame, and to escape the ridicule of his various misadventures.
THE KNIGHTS OF MALTA.
The institution of the Knights of Malta was one of greater importance and utility in its day than is generally imagined. However slight may be the merit accruing from the Crusades for the recovery of the Holy Land, they are entitled to share in it largely; but they have higher claims, of a much later date, upon the gratitude of the Christian world. Almost by the unaided exertions of this band of brothers, the Ottoman power was held in check, and its extension materially impeded, on the eastern coasts of Europe. This was a great service to the whole of that continent. The knights of Malta effected, on the bosom of the Mediterranean, what John Sobieski effected on the plains of Austria; and their names should be embalmed along with his in the memory of Christendom.
Towards the middle of the eleventh century, when the Holy
Land was entirely in the power of the Mohammedans, the Egyptian caliph, Monstaser-Billah, was induced to permit the erection of a Christian chapel in the city of Jerusalem, with two hospitals, one of them dedicated to St John the Almoner. These were intended for the relief