that he had been kicked, beaten, and called traitor, coward, and cheat.*

His stay of several months in Paris led to the charge against Pepys, which we are now considering. Scott's arrest at Folkestone in 1678 has been already referred to, and it will suffice to quote the description then given of him.

He has one or both legs crooked, a proper well-sett man, in a great light cockered Perriwig, rough-visaged, having large haire on his eye-brows, hollow-eyed, a little squinting or a cast in his eye, full-faced about ye cheekes, about 46 years of age, with a black hatt, and in a straight-boddy'd coate, cloath colour with silver lace behind.

Such was the knave whose life of scoundrelism led him to assert that he was a near relative to the old Kentish family of Scott of Scot's Hall; and who, after quarrelling with the Duke of York about matters in Long Island, gave out that, having killed a page of the duke's, he was cruelly pursued into Holland in 1668 by the lat

ter.

Pepys soon disproved the first statement by receiving a disclaimer from the Scott family, while the last was a sheer fabrication.

Scott gave evidence on oath that in August, 1675, he saw at the house of M. Georges Pelissari, the treasurer of the French navy, the maps and other documents referred to before, which M. Pelissari had had sent to him by Colbert's son, Seignelay, for the use of a clever French naval officer, Captain Herouard de La Piogerie. Furthermore, he swore that these documents contained a letter with Pepys's signature, that they had all been brought over by Sir Anthony Deane, and that he saw them again at Captain La Piogerie's lodgings in the Faubourg St. Germain, when that officer told him that the traitors who had brought them over were of the devil's religion, and that there was a mystery in the matter that he dared not speak of.

body of facts by the help of various peo ple, but chiefly through his brother-in-law, Balthazar St. Michell," Brother Balty," as he generally called him. Brother Balty spent many months in Paris, and succeeded in obtaining a deposition from a Portuguese living in Paris, a Captain Moralis, to the effect that in 1676, at a latter told him that the Duke of York and supper which he had given to Scott, the his brother, the king, had done him great injustice in turning him out of a command held by him in New York. "I am," said Scott, "about a thing here will make them all repent the injustice they have done me." And some few days later Moralis saw him with some large papers under his arm, like maps, and Scott had told him "in a pleasant humor that those would be his relief."* Strangely enough, too, upon Scott's arrest in 1678, the lord mayor caused his lodgings, at Canning Street, in the city, over a hatter's shop, to be searched, and there were more papers and documents answering to those described in the charge against Pepys.

From the widow of M. Georges Pelissari, through her young nephew, Paul Thevenin, and from the porter of her house, Moreau by name, came flat contradictions of Scott's having ever been familiar with M. Pelissari. Scott, with some other Englishman, had applied to the naval treasurer about a contract for making cannon for the French navy, but, although they were very importunate in endeavoring to obtain acquaintance with him, they had not succeeded.† Marquis de Seignelay, indeed, thought he remembered Pepys during his visit to England, in 1671, but Pepys says, "I persuade myself he takes me for Mr. Wren" (the duke's secretary at that time), for he found letters between them, and adds that he could not "be so wholly stript of all memory of his person."‡

The

We therefore find that Scott was lying On this evidence had the charge of with a deliberate, cold-blooded purpose. treason been founded. It was very satis. Much more evidence to the same effect factory to Scott to know that the two prin- could be given if it were necessary. But cipal persons referred to were dead. M. it is not, and nothing remains now but to Georges Pelissari died in 1676, while note what is known of Scott's later life. Captain La Piogerie had fallen during the He had left London during Pepys's appli Count d'Estrées's attack on the Dutch cations for a trial, and is next heard of as island of Tobago, in the following year. It being "wanted" in 1681 for the murder might have been only too useful, had the of a hackney coachman at a public-house trial come off, for him to have met dis-on Tower Hill. In 1683 he was met in agreeable questions with testimony be- Christiania by a Norwegian skipper, who yond the reach of contradiction. wrote to inform Mr. Pepys of the fact.

Mr. Pepys managed to collect a large

• Ibid. A. 188, f. 315, etc.

Rawlinson MS. A. 194, f. 164.

↑ Rawlinson MS. A. 188, ff. 208, 216.
Ibid. A. 194, f. 29.

The latter was on the point of embarking | ancient Hindu lady; who, like Catullus,* with the expedition to Tangier, and re- bids you sup well, if you bring with you plied that he had not any thoughts of your salt, wine, and supper. revenge towards Scott, but should be glad to hear of any confession made. This we do not meet with, and after receiving a pardon in 1696 for the murder he had committed Scott returned to England, and is heard of no more.*

Poor Mr. Pepys had had a hard time of it altogether, and we must sincerely pity him, except, perhaps, on the score of his religious shakiness. His troubles at this period have not before been told at any length nor with accuracy on many points, and this, therefore, must be the present writer's apology for offering an account of them, which has been drawn almost wholly from the original Pepys MSS. in the Bodleian Library. GEORGE F. HOOPER.

I have to acknowledge the help that a privately printed book by Mr. G. D. Scull has given me. It is entitled, Dorothea Scott, otherwise Gotherson & Hogben, of Egerton House, Kent, 1611-1680; Oxford, 1883, and contains information as to John Scott.

From The Nineteenth Century.
ONE DAY'S SPORT IN INDIA.

However, the climate is of that variable character dear to the Atlantic islander before he took to wintering at Cannes, and during the whole of my stay of one week rain fell at intervals, sun shone now and again, and thick clouds settled over grass and forest, and shrouded the heights where the ibex live in impenetrable gloom. You could only wait till the clouds rolled by, and as they did they disclosed bare hillside or thick forest and a gleam of wintry sun.

On the morning of one of the last days of the year I sent a shikari to carry my rifle, and another to carry my gun, a few miles on ahead, up a steep ascent whence on the other side grassy plains descend, sometimes abruptly and sometimes gradually, to the ordinary level of the hills, i.e., Some seven thousand feet above the sea. I must pause to explain and to admire the Hindustani word shikári, which has no English equivalent. It means a hunter in the sense in which we use the word, in the sense in which our American cousins use it, in the sense in which a Red Indian is called a hunter, and in any other sense connected directly or indirectly with guns NOT in the feverish jungles of the Terai or horses, shooting or riding, or sport in or the central provinces, not in the hot any shape or form whatsoever. Ere long and steamy lowlands of Bengal, but on a cloud settled down upon the hillside, the grassy and undulating slopes of the and I had to dismount and lead my pony, Nilgiris, at an elevation of eight thousand which took the opportunity to seize me by feet in a climate where, if you toil all day the shoulder and shake it as a dog does a and get nothing, you may yet say at night-rat. Strange horses in India are not to be fall, Appone lucro, "I have lived to-day." It is commonly believed, I think, that only in the hottest weather, in the hottest places in India, can you see a tiger and have a fair chance of making a bag including the royal animal and other heads of big game. In fact it is the case that almost every where the pursuit of big game and of health are incompatible, and that the one is generally obtained at the expense of the other. Hence I think a brief account of one day's sport in a locality where you can pursue both may not be without inter

est.

In the last days of 1887, or of any other year, there should be a bright warm sun all day and a mean temperature of 60° on the Nilgiri Hills, distant about forty miles from the western and two hundred and fifty miles from the eastern coast, and accessible from both sides by rail to within forty-five miles of the place where I was shooting, at which an excellent bungalow awaits the traveller, in the charge of an

trusted. I could not find the men with the guns. Driving rain soon wetted me through; I could not see my hand in front of me, and it was impossible not to think regretfully of a warm fire which in the morning the best of companions had blown into a blaze through the barrels of his gun, and at which he had toasted the bread for breakfast with the help of a special arrangement of forks made to screw into his cleaning-rod. It is astonishing what a useful domestic utensil a gun can be turned into by a resourceful sportsman.

Little by little, as the lifting cloud allowed, I crept along the hillside, in some fear of the cliffs in front and in much more of the pony behind. At last a junction was effected with the rest of my party,

and then all three cowered on the hillside, | sholas and come out on the surrounding in thick cloud and occasional rain, for two grass-land. Straight below us, at a dishours by the clock. At last in despair a tance of perhaps half a mile, amidst all move was made to pastures new and sit- these beauties of nature, the biggest stag uated lower down, where haply it might that ever was seen was peacefully grazing. be finer, and on the way little brakes were Under cover of the cloud we had unconpassed where on previous days jungle sciously come straight above him, and the fowl and woodcock had been bagged, and problem now was to get down in the open swamps which can be counted on to pro- sunlight without being seen. It is not vide a snipe or two for the larder. The only classical heroes, however, who have weather not improving, we sat down by been saved by the sudden intervention of the side of a deserted mund, or wicker a cloud such as now drifted slowly up and oven-like house, in which the mysterious enveloped everything. One of my two inhabitants of these hills make their dwell- companions and myself let ourselves down ing-places, and there we proceeded to de- along the face of the rock and through the rive cold comfort from pieces of cold meat long grass, a recurring shower bath at and draughts of cold water. every step, to a point a hundred feet or so below the place where the stag had been sighted, and then proceeded to crawl stealthily along the edge of the shola, which is as sharply defined, it must be remembered, as a box hedge in an English garden. It was exciting work, for no one could tell at what minute we might chance upon the stag; and just as I was thinking of this the largest head I ever saw loomed larger than ever in front of my face. Two

loud bell, a whisk, and a crash, and the stag was off in the friendly shola before you could get your rifle to your shoulder or had fully realized that he was there.

It was but little encouragement to see on the soft bare ground around the deserted dwelling the marks of two or more tigers, which had obviously been fighting or playing at our luncheon-ground not many hours before. It will happen so often to every one who goes out shooting to see the tracks of big beasts that he never sees in the flesh, that he grows to look upon them as rather matter of aggravation than promise of success. During another half-white tips a prodigious distance apart, a mile walk a hare was kicked up within a little covert, and then suddenly the cloud lifted, revealing a long silent valley down which flowed a river that fertilizes fields upon fields of rice in the low country before it is lost in the distant Bay of Bengal. In every fold of the valley nestle compact and self-contained little evergreen woods, locally called sholas, among the characteristic trees of which are the ilex and eugenia, the reddening shades of which recall at one stage the autumnal beauties of Dunkeld, at another the glories of the maple forests in the lovely woods around Kioto. The rhododendron, which abounds, does not recall the stunted shrub familiar to the Londoner. It is a big tree, and its gnarled and twisted trunk is generally covered with soft green moss, and from its branches hangs the light green moss called "old man's beard," from which descend sparkling drops of rain. There is no such thing as a solitary tree on the hill slopes, unless it be here and there a rhododendron blushing to find itself alone. The smallest woods range themselves into compact little fringes to the streams that run down to meet the inevitable river at the bottom of each valley, that flows down to meet the big river at the bottom of the hills.

It was now three o'clock, a time when samber the deer called by the erudite Rusa Aristotelis - leave the cover of the

Disappointedly we climbed back, and then the clouds lifted for the last time, and from four o'clock till nightfall bright sunshine illuminated the silent valleys and all but the tops of the hills. In front of us in the uplands we spied a young stag, and stalked him, wasting a long shot, and then sat down on a rock which formed a most convenient point of vantage, and scanned the surrounding country with the glass. I saw nothing, but the shikari's keen eye made out a jungle sheep, or barking deer, at a distance from a quarter to half a mile below us. Everything is below or above here. There is no level ground. I turned the glasses in the direction given, and saw what looked at first, I must say it, however absurd, like an enor mous bird with his legs well under him and his wings half folded. On a longer inspection the bird looked more and more like an enormous owl. As it could not be an owl, what could it be? The sun, shining brighter and brighter, revealed marks on its back which suggested a panther, but when these marks looked long and black the thing actually developed into a tiger. Remember I was sitting straight above it; it was so foreshortened that the relations between fore legs and hind legs were con

rifle and gun cleared away, the burn, the rhododendrons, the little lawn, and the shola, all was clear as day, as was the form of one tigress, now across the brook, whose yellow coat streaked with black showed up plainly through the trees as she painfully dragged behind her two broken legs towards a point where the burn took off from the bottom of the shola. Before she reached that tree she had received four more express bullets, fired from close quarters, and underneath the tree she lay down and after a few groans died. The tigers, with the mist, had disappeared, but one of them was found dead of his wounds a week later hardly a hundred yards from where we met him.

sport they may count upon, but few can
hope as I did in one day to meet one
tiger in the open and to chance upon three
others in a cloud.
J. D. REES.

From All The Year Round. EMIN PASHA.

SINCE the murder of Gordon, and the death of Livingstone, no figure in all the history of European enterprise in Africa has attracted so much attention as that of the heroic individual now known as Emin Pasha. While we write, two hemispheres are waiting in anxious suspense for news I measured the dead one with my scarf. of the rescue of Gordon's devoted suc She was a scarf and half long from the tip cessor by the same intrepid traveller who of her nose to the tip of her tail, that is to carried aid to Livingstone. Yet even as say seven and a half feet, not by any means Livingstone did, so it is probable that a big tiger; but then to have met her in Emin will do-refuse to quit the scene that way just at the end of a blank day, to of his labors and his triumphs until his find oneself in a cloud with three tigers work be completed. Meantime the occaand to kill even one, was immensely, un- sion is fitting to consider who and what is speakably satisfactory. So thought the the remarkable man now shut up in centwo natives, who, like myself, had never tral Africa; why he is there; and what he dreamt of getting a tiger, and I think had has done during the long period of his never seen one before. When the big cat isolation. A volume of his letters and was well dead they boxed her ears, bowed journals was recently published in Gerto her, and talked to her with endearing many, under the editorship of Professors and ironical expressions. We were bound Schweinfurth and Ritzel, and has just to skin her at once, for the jackals would been republished in this country under have eaten her before morning. One of the supervision of Dr. Felkin of Edinthe hind legs was completely shattered burgh-himself a well-known African by the first express bullet, and inside her traveller. From this volume we are enwere lots of little bits of the express bul-abled to gather all that can be told of Emin, until Stanley returns - with or without him.

lets.

They cut out her liver; they judged her by reason of its five lobes to be a tigress of five years; they cut some fat from her belly to eat, which gives courage. As they skinned her one would say to the other, "I hope she won't run away," ""How are you, younger sister? you won't kill any more cattle." At last we got her head and skin tied up in a coat and cloth and belt, and carried them home. And here ends this brief account of one day's sport in

India.

I should like to violate the unities and include in this day a stag- not, alas! the biggest that ever was seen - killed on the morrow. I should like to tell how, in search of ibex, I met him in the open, shot him in the neck, and tracked him down the long shola by his blood, and found him at last prostrate by the burnside. These and other pleasures may those expect who shoot upon these lovely mountains. Health, scenery, and some

Emin, then, is the name adopted by Eduard Schnitzer, a native of the small town of Oppeln, in Prussian Silesia. He was born in 1840; and two years later his father, who is described somewaat vaguely as "a merchant," removed with his family to Neisse, in which town the mother and sister of Emin still reside. At Neisse he was educated at the Gymnasium, and in due time went to Breslau of the study of medicine. He graduated University, and later to Berlin, in pursuit at Berlin in 1864, and was very proud at being able to sign himself M.D. But more even than by medicine -in which he took both a philanthropic and a scientific interest - was he attracted by studies in natural history and dominated by a strong desire for travel. Both tastes were

Emin Pasha in Central Africa, London, George Philip and Son.