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It was a dismal and depressing sight to see a great city thus suddenly overthrown; and the carpenter was deeply moved by the spectacle.  As usual, however, on the occasion of any great calamity, a crowd was scouring the streets, whose sole object was plunder.  While involved in this crowd, near Temple Bar,—­where the thoroughfare was most dangerous from the masses of ruin that impeded it,—­an individual, whose swarthy features recalled to the carpenter one of his tormentors of the previous night, collared him, and, with bitter imprecations accused him of stealing his child.  In vain Wood protested his innocence.  The ruffian’s companions took his part.  And the infant, in all probability, would have been snatched from its preserver, if a posse of the watch (sent out to maintain order and protect property) had not opportunely arrived, and by a vigorous application of their halberts dispersed his persecutors, and set him at liberty.

Mr. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street.  His wife met him at the door, and into her hands he delivered his little charge.

END OF THE FIRST EPOCH.

EPOCH THE SECOND.

1715.

THAMES DARRELL.

CHAPTER I.

The Idle Apprentice.

Twelve years!  How many events have occurred during that long interval! how many changes have taken place!  The whole aspect of things is altered.  The child has sprung into a youth; the youth has become a man; the man has already begun to feel the advances of age.  Beauty has bloomed and faded.  Fresh flowers of loveliness have budded, expanded, died.  The fashions of the day have become antiquated.  New customs have prevailed over the old.  Parties, politics, and popular opinions have changed.  The crown has passed from the brow of one monarch to that of another.  Habits and tastes are no longer the same.  We, ourselves, are scarcely the same we were twelve years ago.

Twelve years ago!  It is an awful retrospect.  Dare we look back upon the darkened vista, and, in imagination retrace the path we have trod?  With how many vain hopes is it shaded! with how many good resolutions, never fulfilled, is it paved!  Where are the dreams of ambition in which, twelve years ago, we indulged?  Where are the aspirations that fired us—­the passions that consumed us then?  Has our success in life been commensurate with our own desires—­with the anticipations formed of us by others?  Or, are we not blighted in heart, as in ambition?  Has not the loved one been estranged by doubt, or snatched from us by the cold hand of death?  Is not the goal, towards which we pressed, further off than ever—­the prospect before us cheerless as the blank behind?—­Enough of this.  Let us proceed with our tale.

Twelve years, then, have elapsed since the date of the occurrences detailed in the preceding division of this history.  At that time, we were beneath the sway of Anne:  we are now at the commencement of the reign of George the First.  Passing at a glance over the whole of the intervening period; leaving in the words of the poet,

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