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EDINBURGH MAGAZINE
No. CCCCLXXVII.
JULY, 1855.
VOL. LXXVIII,
THE IMPERIAL POLICY OF RUSSIA.
PART I.
WE read a short time ago among
the town and country talk of a
weekly paper, " An eminent house-
breaker, having completed the term
of his imprisonment, applied to the
Grimsby magistrates to have his
skeleton keys and other professional
tools given up to him." After laugh-
ing at the title of eminence as applied
to a burglar, being a character not
famed for the possession of the car-
dinal virtues, the thought struck us
that, comparing great things with
small, the demand of Kussia to keep
up an undiminished force in the Black
Sea after the conclusion of peace,
which occasioned the breaking up of
the Vienna conferences, was very
much of the same description. Sup-
posing a peace to have been patched
up, Kussia might have been said to
have completed the term of her im-
prisonment, her ships of war and
offensive stores at Sebastopol being
considered as her professional tools,
her cannon and mortars as the skele-
ton keys which she would use to pick
the lock of the Ottoman Porte ; and
which, honest in a sense at last when
brought to bay, she naively declares
her determination to use with greater
precaution and better luck next time.
The difference in the cases is, and
that not altogether an unimportant
one, that the Grimsby magistrates
had got possession of the tools of their
eminent practitioner ; while we have
shut up ours, tools and all, and are even
now employing efforts the most forci-
ble, with some doubtfulness of issue,
to get his tools from him; for he
clings to them like grim Death, and
will cling to them to all appearance
until he is fairly caught by the throat
and choked off.
Now, supposing that our Grimsby
friend wanted to prove himself, in
Jack Sheppard phrase, as innocent
as the babe unborn after his false
imprisonment, what do we suppose
that he would say ? He would pro-
bably say that he had been drinking
with some friend, name unknown ; had
slightly exceeded, and in consequence
lost his way ; strayed upon a gentle-
man's lawn, and tumbled up against
his library shutters, when he was
caught by Lion and the butler ; and
he would account for the possession
of the queer things found in his
SCHLOSSER'S Geschiclite des Iftten und des I9ten Jahrhunderts.
KARAMSIN. Histoire de Russie.
Histoire de Russie. Bibliotheque de Lille.
TOURGUENEFF. La Russie et les Russes.
VOLTAIRE. Pierre le Grand.
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pocket, by supposing that the anony-
mous friend had put them there
without his knowledge, finding their
possession tended to compromise his
own character. He would surely not
claim them as his property, far less
to have them restored, thus owning
himself not only guilty in reference
to the past, but impenitent in refer-
ence to the future.
And suppose that Russia had wish-
ed to prove herself innocent, through
her mouthpiece Prince Gortchakoff,
of burglarious intentions with respect
to Turkey, what would she have said
to the wiseacres of Vienna? She
would have said something of this kind
—Gentlemen, you do me cruel wrong
by suspecting that I am actuated by
any selfish motives of aggrandisement
against Turkey, by imputing any
other motive to me in recent transac-
tions than a laudable desire to rescue
oppressed Christianity from the deli-
rious grip of the sick man — sick even
unto death — who, notwithstanding his
weakness, seems to possess some un-
accountable and probably superna-
tural power of wrong-doing; but
notwithstanding that you do me cruel
wrong in suspecting my motives, I
am willing to prove the purity of my
intentions, if not by quite allowing
you to draw my teeth and cut off my
claws, at all events by promising to
keep the former to myself and not
allowing the latter to grow any longer,
abstaining at the same time from
sharpening them as heretofore against
the nearest tree. In plain terms, I
will not build any more ships of war
than are just enough to patrol the
Black Sea as a protection against
pirates, to keep up military communi-
cations with Caucasus and Georgia,
and to defend Odessa against any
sudden freak of the said sick man,
who appears, notwithstanding his
weakness, to be in a normal state of
dangerous delirium. By refusing all
concession to this just demand of the
Allies to give up the tools of her bur-
glarious trade, or even to abstain
from increasing their number, she at
once proclaims definitely and distinctly
that her object is to have Constan-
tinople by fair means or foul ; and in
pursuance of this object, with the
spirit of Hamlet, to " make a ghost
of him that lets" her. For what else
should Russia want with a great fleet
in the Black Sea, or with the fortifi-
cations of Sebastopol? It is plain
that, if she had not looked to enlarg-
ing her territory to the south, even
when the first stone of Sebastopol
was laid, she would have made of it
not a military so much as a commer-
cial port.
There would have been some sense
in building an impregnable Gibraltar
near the heart of her territory, or as,
in the case of our own Mediterranean
fortresses, on the high-road to out-
lying possessions ; but there is only
one evident purpose for which Sebas-
topol was built — namely, the shelter
of an aggressive fleet. Its place on
the map is enough to condemn it.
It is just placed so that from it a blow
could be struck most quickly and
effectively on the vital parts of Turkey,
and the fleet that had struck the blow
most quickly and readily withdraw
into shelter before the avenger came.
Such a blow was struck at Sinope —
might have been struck at Stamboul
instead, if the allied fleet had lingered
a little longer outside the Bosphorus.
It was the recognition, on a large
scale, of a principle applied on a small
one in the art of self-defence, to spring
quickly to the guard after having
struck the punishing blow, and not to
overbalance the body by the effort, so
as Jo open it to the blow of the adver-
sary in return. It is a wonder that
there ever was any mistake about the
meaning of Sebastopol. Russia might
have found a better excuse for Bomar-
sund. She might have said that
Bomarsund was an outwork of Cron-
stadt, and that she was strengthen-
ing it against some contingent coali-
tion of the three nations of maritime
Scandinavia ; a coalition not alto-
gether improbable at any time, and
which we should think at present
highly desirable.
But how could she be menaced
through the Crimea ? Any force in-
vading her, and making for St Peters-
burg, would surely not begin there,
nor would any nation build a first-
class fortification to protect a pretty
little district of summer residence and
sea-bathing. We should not think it
worth while to build a Sebastopol at
the Needles, even though Majesty
herself honours the Isle of Wight by
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making it a temporary residence. It
was always plain enough that Sebas-
topol was built against Constantin-
ople, just as much as Decelea was
built against Athens in the Pelopon-
nesian War. It is singular how little,
for a long time — how little, in fact,
till this war broke out — Europe seemed
aware of this fact. That word, now
in everybody's mouth, full of hope and
fear and anxiety to all, to some of
triumph or of life-long sorrow, was a
word hardly ever heard before, even
among educated people. How many
of us knew of the existence of Sebasto-
pol at all? Probably some of us just
knew so much about it, that, had
they been asked where it was, they
would have said it was a place some-
where in Southern Russia.
The Black Sea being sealed to our
fleets in time of peace, it fell under
the cognisance of none but chance
travellers. Our fighting sailors — a
thinking and reading set of men, who
commit their observations on both
hemispheres to paper in so interesting a
manner — never went near it ; and our
commercial sailors went no nearer
than Odessa; and when they went
there, their time was probably too
much .taken up with business to allow
of their feeling much curiosity about
Sebastopol. So this place, being well
out of the way, was generally forgot-
ten, until, by the attack on Sinope, it
reminded the world of its presence in
a manner so peculiarly disagreeable.
The case Of Corfu, or Corcyra, on
the outskirts of Greece, growing in
darkness into a power dangerous to
its neighbours, and overlooked till its
misdoings precipitated the Pelopon-
nesian War, was precisely similar in
ancient times. It was of this nest of
pirates that the Corinthian envoy
said in his speech before the Athenian
assembly: "The independent posi-
tion of their city, in case of their
wronging any one, enables them to be
the judges of their own case, and pre-
cludes fair arbitration, since they,
least of any, sail out to visit their
neighbours, and more than all others
are made the unsought hosts of
strangers, who are driven to them by
stress of some kind. And this being
their habit, they make a specious pre-
tence of objecting to alliances, on the
ground that they do not wish to join
others in wrong, but really object that
they may have the wrong-doing all to
themselves, — that they may carry mat-
ters with a high hand where they are
strong enough •, and where they are
not, but can escape notice, take ad-
vantage of others in other ways ; and
also that they may the more easily
brazen out the matter, when they have
been successful in any annexation.
And yet, if they had really been honest
people, as they say they are, just in
proportion as they were less subject
to the attacks of their neighbours, had
they an opportunity of displaying a
more conspicuous example of virtue,
by giving and taking what was just
and right." The sense of these words,
if not the words themselves, would
exactly apply in the eighteenth and
nineteenth centuries to the undermin-
ing and encroaching policy of Russia,
and especially those encroachments
carried on in that corner of the Black
Sea which was always reputed by
the ancients as one of the most out-of-
the-way places in the world. Now,
although this encroaching policy of
Russia has been evident all along to
far-sighted men, she has endeavoured
until now, by various means, to keep
it out of sight. If, at the Vienna
conferences, she had consented to the
limitation of the number of her ships
of war, this would have been scarcely
a guarantee for her good behaviour,
for she might have augmented them
in secret at the first opportunity, and
taken the chance of Europe finding it
out or not. However, whether en-
couraged by the defence of Sebastopol,
by the self-disparagement of the Eng-
lish press, or by the chance of the
alliance being broken by the assassi-
nation of Louis Napoleon, the attempt
at which certainly took place under
circumstances of great mystery, she
has chosen to throw off the mask, and,
by refusing to keep her means of de-
fence within bounds, she has declared,
in a manner intelligible to the most
obtuse, the nature of her intentions.
We propose in these papers to select
certain points in Russian history which
illustrate this now unconcealed policy
of encroachment and aggression, at
the same time endeavouring to fix the
blame on the right party, by showing
in what element of the constitution
the spirit of aggrandisement may be
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supposed chiefly to reside, which will
naturally lead to our attempting,
though we confess the task a bold one,
to show what limits must be fixed,
and what guarantees taken, to make
any treaty sincere, and any peace du-
rable. We have spoken of the Rus-
sian constitution, not unadvisedly. A
constitution may exist in fact though
not in theory. Though the theory of
the Russian government is a pure au-
tocracy, yet a French writer has said
that it' is limited by assassination ; and
if so, there must be a person or per-
sons to assassinate, and he or they
must be considered a fact in the con-
stitution ; and if a monarch be never
so absolute, it must be remembered
that he is relative to those he rules,
and that he rules because they choose
quietly to submit themselves ; and in
doing so, they exercise an act of pri-
vate judgment, as those Protestants
who bow their necks to the Church of
Rome, of the most emphatic descrip-
tion. Where the physical force of
society is stronger than the individual
slave, as in America, the slave cannot
be taken as an element in the consti-
tution ; but where slaves possess the
full power to be slaves or not as they
please, as must be the case where they
are sixty millions, and the master
is only one, it would be treating them
with great disrespect not to consider
them as exercising one at least most
powerful act of free will, and as being
in fact, if not in theory, a most im-
portant element in the constitution of
a country. We may thus then, in
fact, consider the present constitution
of Russia, quite as much as that of this
country, as three- fold. We have the
monarch who rules, the courtiers who
assassinate, and the serfs who obey.
But the constitution of Russia has been
what it is for little more than a cen-
tury and a half, since the time that
Peter the Great effected his So-called
reforms. Before that time, the nobles
and landed proprietors were a strong
body in the state, and the military
organisation was in a great measure
feudal. In many cases, certainly, the
monarch was practically absolute, arid
occasionally able to exercise a tyranny
of the worst description ; but this state
of things depended on the character
of the individual monarch : there" was
not, as now, a fixed state-machinery
which perpetuated a pure despotism,
and forced a rod of iron into the hands
of every ruler, whatever his inclination,
to wield it. It is right, however, to
state, that the establishment of the
autocracy in Russia is originally as-
cribed by Karamsin, a native historian,
to the temporary subjugation of that
country by the hordes of Genghis
Khan and theTartar princes — a visita-
tion which was attended with every
kind of calamity, the effects of which
were permanently felt, and from which
Russia rose again, indeed, but no
longer with the same face or features
as before. Her old civilisation was
gone, her freedom and self-respect had
passed away with it ; her spirit was
broken; her religion, indeed, adopted
from Greek Constantinople, remained,
but debased into bigotry, and ready
for use as a corrupt instrument of
dynastic corruption. She had ceased
to be European, and had become
Asiatic, which she has remained, in
great part, in spite of Peter, ever
since. If it was not yet true that
autocracy was established as a prin-
ciple, the people were at all events
ready to receive it, and a nation of
slaves called out with impatience for
a tyrant to put his foot on their necks.
Their prayer was granted to the full
in that incarnation of superhuman evil,
Ivan IV., or the Terrible. From him
and his successors they were handed
over into the abler hands of Peter, the
son of Alexis, who, not satisfied, like
Ivan, with reposing in simple wicked-
ness, thought that he saw in the ultra-
submissive dispositions of his 'subjects
the instruments of achieving world-
wide dominion. On the other side of
this dark cloud of Tartar dominion,
we look back, according to the native
historians, on a sunny distance of
peace, and wealth, and light, and
happiness — a Sclavonian golden age —
such as we read of in story and fable
as existing when King Arthur ruled
England, and Ireland was still the Isle
of Saints. " There was a time," say
they, " when Russia, formed and ele-
vated by the singleness of the sovereign
authority, yielded not in strength or
civilisation to any of the first-rate
powers formed by the Germanic tribes
on the ruins of the Western Empire.
Having the same character, the same
laws, the same customs, the same
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political institutions as those which
had their origin with the early Vare-
gues or Normans, she naturally took
up her position in the new-born Euro-
pean system with real titles to a high
consideration, and with the rare advan-
tage of having undergone the influ-
ence of Greece, the only power which,
though occasionally shaken, was never
overturned by the waves of barbarism
which swept over Europe in those
days. The happiest part of this period
was the reign of Jaroslav the Great.
Russia then, never in the possession
of pure religion and public order, had
schools, laws, an important commerce,
a numerous army, a fleet, singleness
of administration, yet civil liberty.
And this was at the beginning of
the eleventh century, when Europe
was the scene of feudal tyranny, of
the weakness of sovereigns, the inso-
lence of barons, the slavery of the
many, and, with these, of utter super-
stition and ignorance. In that dark-
ness the genius of an Alfred and a
Charlemagne shone out, but soon dis-
appeared. They passed away with
their beneficent institutions and bene-
volent intentions, leaving their names
alone. Alas for us 1 The dark shadow
of barbarism, as it drew a veil over
the horizon of Russia, took from us
the light of Europe, just at the time
when intelligence began to spread
itself abroad, when the peoples began
to emancipate themselves from slavery,
when the towns began to contract mu-
tual alliances as a guarantee against
oppression, when the discovery of the
compass extended commerce and na-
vigation, when universities began to
be founded, and men's manners to
soften and to sweeten. What was
our fate then ? Russia, oppressed and
torn to pieces by the Mongols, was
obliged to strain every nerve to pre-
vent her life from becoming extinct.
It was not for Russia a question of
civilisation, or barbarism, but of ex-
istence or annihilation." * Such is the
melancholy and somewhat apologetic
tone in which native historians speak
of the Tartarisation of Russia. We
may easily believe them as to the dis-
mal fact and its effects, of which we
see abundant evidence even now ; we
may be more sceptical as to the sunny
golden age said to have preceded the
irruptions of the barbarians. Such a
national calamity, like the great fire
at Wolf's Crag, may be a convenient
way of accounting for the disappear-
ance of a splendour that never exist-
ed at all. However, there is every
reason to believe that these Tartar
invasions had a very great influence
in altering for the worse the character
of the Russians. We may judge of
this by reference to old notices of the
wild races from whom the mass ot
them descended. It is with nations
as with streams ; when the river has
flowed for some distance, its identity
is easy enough to prove, at every step ;
its character and course is determin-
ed ; but when you go up to the spring-
heads, it is hard to say which little
source, out of so many, has a right to
bear the high-sounding name of the
great Rhone, or Rhine, or Danube, to
which it contributes. Some of the
little tributaries have no visible origin
but damp moss and grass, from which
the collected moisture trickles when
it reaches a slope; some of them come
out mysteriously from under the ca-
verns of glaciers, and thus will not
allow the nakedness of their birth to
be beheld. So it is with nearly all ot
those mighty nations which now hold
in their hands the destinies of Europe
and of the world. When the foun-
tains have been ascertained from
which we spring, it is hard to say
which best deserves to bear the na-
tional name ; but in most cases the
fountains are hard of access as those
of the Nile and Niger, and the won-
drous perseverance of the antiquarian
is tasked in the one case as much as
the heroic fortitude of the discoverer
in the other. To judge from the ac-
counts of historians, the European
world was visited at the decline of the
Roman Empire by troops of spectres,
each more horrible than the last, who
crowded one upon another, innumer-
able as the shadows which passed be-
fore the eyes of the mortal adventurer
in the Hades of Homer or the Inferno
of Dante, coming and going in such
guise as to leave doubts as to their
reality, though none as to their hide-
ousuess — doubts which may have re-
mained as of the reality of the figures
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of nightmare, but for the unmistak-
able signs they left of their unhallow-
ed presence 5 for, like the locusts of
Scripture in their passage, the laud
may have been as the garden of Eden
before them, while behind them was
nothing left but expiring embers, ex-
piring Jives, a howling wilderness of
misery and desolation. These spec-
tres were called Goths, Huns, Alans,
Avars, Bulgarians, Slavonians, and
by many other names. On nearer
insight, some of the horror attached to
them passed off. They were men,
after all, some of them of ancient no-
bility and rude virtues, some not en-
tirely destitute of gentleness, but all
fiercely hungry. When their hunger
was sated — when they became men of
property, as would happen to many of
our own outcasts, if they had the
same opportunity — they became not
nnfrequently what we should call re-
spectable members of society. They
married and were given in marriage
with Greeks and Romans, and these
degenerate peoples ended with con-
sidering the barbarians their betters,
and themselves rather honoured than
otherwise by such alliances. For one
thing only was wanted to show which
were the nobler races, and this was
soon acquired from the conquered —
Christianity. A mawkish and effete
civilisation the conquerors would not
take from them, and they preferred
becoming civil by degrees much in
their own way. Now, although many
races must have contributed to the
population of Muscovy, or Russia
Proper, by the concurrent testimony
of her principal writers, the base of the
Russian nation is Sclavonic. This
name, said to be derived from " Sclava,"
" Glory," would indicate the self-
chosen appellation of a conquering
tribe,to distinguish themselves from the
conquered; just as the German tribes,
which overran Gaul, called themselves
theFranks — noble or free men — in op-
position to the subjected, who bore a
less ostentatious name. These ancient
Sclaves had, it appears, a chivalry of
their own, as almost all conquering
races have, but, as we may gatherfrom
the records, not the exquisite sense of
honour or knightly instincts which
distinguished the old Goths and Ger-
mans. They were chiefly deficient in
gallantry towards women, whom, ex-
cept in the matter of polygamy, they
seem to have esteemed much as the
Turks, a nation in many other re-
spects eminently chivalrous. This
deficiency would in itself point to
Tartar affinities, were it not that the
Greeks altogether, and Romans in
part, with all their refinement, were
as great barbarians in this matter as
the Tartars themselves. It is diffi-
cult to say whence the Sclaves origi-
nally came, but at one time their sway
extended from the Baltic and the
Elbe to theTheiss and the Black Sea.
Their descendants still remain in Rus-
sia, Poland, Bohemia, Moravia, Croa-
tia, Sclavonia Proper, Turkey, and
Greece. We should suppose, on the
whole, that the Pole or the Croat,
rather than the Russian, is to be
taken as the type of the Sclavonic cha-
racter. Contemporary historians say
of the ancient Sclaves, says Karam-
sin, that, strangers to falsehood, they
preserved in their manners the inno-
cence of the first age of man, a thing
unknown to the Greeks. Their
hospitality was such that every
traveller was a sacred being to them.
Every Sclave, when he left home,
left his door open, to invite in
the wayfarer or the casual poor, and
he was by law or custom bound to
leave a supper out for them. There
was no nation to which, on account of
their honesty, travelling merchants
resorted with greater pleasure than to
the Sclaves. If they ever were dis-
honest, it was from excess of hospi-
tality, for a poor man, who had not
the wherewithal to entertain a friend
on the road, was allowed to steal what
he wanted for that exceptional pur-
pose. Nor are the Sclaves praised
only as honest men, but as the hus-
bands of honest women in every sense
of the word. Indeed, so completely
are the wives devoted to their hus-
bands, that, like the Indian widows,
they were accustomed to burn them-
selves on their funeral piles. The
Russian historian uncharitably sup-
posed this custom to have had its
origin in the wish to provide- a check
on wives getting rid of their husbands
by unfair means. But the women, in
spite of their devotion, were regarded
as slaves, which circumstance is sup-
posed to have arisen from the custom
of buying them practised in those
barbarous tribes, a custom still ob-
served among the Illyrians. And we
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may further suspect that this custom
arose from the scarcity and dearness
of women, infanticide being a domes-
tic institution of the Sclavoniaus as
regarded the girls, as it is now in
China, in the case of families becom-
ing too numerous. A still stranger
and more unnatural custom is hinted
at — that of legal parricide, when the
parents became burdensome — a cus-
tom which derives some corroboration
from certain later passages of Kussian
history. And here, again, we are re-
minded of the customs of the Hin-
doos. Thus we see that the Sclaves
were in many points inferior to the
old Germans ; but in no point is the
contrast stronger than in the matter
of cleanliness. The Germans, says
Tacitus, were always bathing, while
the Sclaves performed ablutions, or
had ablutions performed on them, but
thrice in their lives ; viz. at birth, at
marriage, and after death. But this
last statement may have been a libel
of the Byzantine historians, who bore
them no good-will. If true, it must
have gone far to nullify their vaunted
hospitality. There is a strange story
quoted to show how far advanced in
the arts of peace the Sclaves of the
Baltic provinces had become, that at
some early period the Khan of the
Avars, who then happened to have a
claim of conquest over them, having
sent for a military contingent, three
ambassadors came from that distant
region, bearing lutes and other instru-
ments, excusing their countrymen on
the plea that they knew nothing of
war, having never seen or heard of
an enemy, and that they were accus-
tomed to pass their lives even so far
north in the style of the gods of Epi-
curus, living in every sense in perfect
harmony. Whether the Khan of the
Avars admitted the excuse, or insisted
in impressing those primeval members
of the Peace Society, we are not in-
formed.
From these early notices may be
inferred, with probability, that the
Sclaves were another swarm from
that hive of nations in the neighbour-
hood of the Caucasus, which sent out
the Celts and Teutons ; their suttees,
and legalised infanticide and parricide,
connect them with the present inha-
bitants of the Indian peninsula ; their
dirt connects them with many branches
of the human family. We should
think, from all accounts, that the
Russians had most religiously ob-
served this tradition. We heard,
many years ago, of a gentleman who
went on board a Russian man-of-war,
driven into our narrow seas by stress of
weather, who saw the crew breakfast-
ing by dipping lumps of sea-biscuit
into a pot of rancid train-oil, which
served for all at once. Ethnologically,
however, little stress can be laid on
such a generalisation, as cleanliness is
certainly an artificial and not a natu-
ral virtue, and as such perhaps the
rarest result of over-civilised civilisa-
tion. That the Russians have no
right to identify themselves with the
Sclaves so much as the Poles or Cro-
atians seems very evident, as their
features have a strong Mongolian
cast in general, and their manners
and customs, till the time of Peter the
Great, were entirely Asiatic, and have
remained so to a great degree till this
day. Doubtless the gaps in the popu-
lation which were made by the Mon-
golian inroads were filled in by the
Tartar element, — not necessarily from
the conquering tribes, but more pro-
bably from those who followed in
their wake, and squatted wherever
they found a village without inhabit-
ants. This would account for our
finding the European power in the
hands of a native and not a foreign
dynasty, when the Tartar storm had
blown over. We may here observe,
that although the policy of the Roman-
offs, which is much the same as that of
Imperial Russia, has little to do with
her early history, yet it is necessary
to touch on the events of those an-
cient times, in order to show how the
country became ripe to receive the
grafted system of Peter the Great.
Those Tartar invasions, which must
be compared to the periodical visita-
tions of the Danes before their final
establishment in our country, must
have produced a very appreciable
change in the population of Russia.
From the time of Vassili Jaroslavitch
to that of Ivan Kalita, says the his-
torian, our country was more like a
bleak forest than a state. There was
murder and robbery everywhere, and
society was completely out of joint.
When that terrible anarchy began to
disappear, when the benumbing in-
fluence of terror had ceased and the
law was re-established, it was neces-
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sary for the government to have
recourse to a severity unknown to
the ancient Russians.
After this period of Tartar devas-
tation, the Russian princes seem for
a long time to have reigned by the
sufferance of the Mongol tribe which
happened to have the upper hand in
their neighbourhood : they were tri-
butaries and vassals of the Tartar
leaders, though still powerful with
their own people. This period was
not without its importance politically ;
the different appanages were ab-
sorbed into one great principality,
and Moscow was fixed as the resi-
dence of the prince, who not yet,
however, seems to have been usually
called by the title of Tsar — a name,
it must be observed, of Asiatic origin,
and quite distinct from that of Caesar
or Emperor, assumed by Peter and
his successors to assimilate them to
the monarchs of the Germanic empire.
About the year 1326 the metropolitan
of Vladimir transferred his see to
Moscow, which town being thus made
the ecclesiastical as well as the civil
capital, began from that time forth
to grow in importance, and to be
considered more and more as the
centre of power. The first stone of
the Kremlin, that gigantic bastille of
a despotism as colossal as itself, was
laid by Dmitri IV. in 1367— curiously
enough, after a fire which burned Mos-
cow down to the ground, the whole of
its houses, and even fortifications, being
then of wood. Its especial, or at least
its avowed object, was to serve as a
citadel against the Tartars ; it may
also have had a view to internal ar-
rangements, like the fortresses built
to bridle Paris by Louis Philippe.
The close of the reign of Vassili III.
was marked by the taking of Con-
stantinople by the Turks. This event
made a great sensation in Russia.
" Greece," says Karamsin, " was a
second mother -country to us; the
Russians always recollected with
gratitude that they owed her Christi-
anity, the rudiments of the arts, and
many amenities of social life. In the
town of Moscow, people spoke of Con-
stantinople as in modern Europe
they spoke of Paris under Louis XIV."
It is amongst the annalists of that
epoch that a remarkable prophecy
was found, on the strength of which
modern aggression on Turkey appears
justifiable both to the church and
state of Russia. The annalist, after
mourning over the misfortunes of Con-
stantinople, adds : u There remains
now no orthodox empire but that of
the Russians ; we see how the pre-
dictions of Saint Methodius and Saint
Leon the sage are accomplished, who
long ago announced that the sons of
Ishmael should conquer Byzantium.
Perhaps we are destined also to see
the accomplishment of that prophecy,
which promises the Russians that
they shall triumph over the children
of Ishmael, and reign over the seven
hills of Constantinople." It is worth
while for us to consider, now that
this prophecy, since the taking of By-
zantium by the Turks, has become a
fixed and ruling idea with the Russian
people, quite as much as that of resto-
ration to Judea is to the Jews. The
priests and popes have taken good
care to keep it up for their own pur-
poses, as well as those of their masters
the Tsars; and when we take the super-
stition of this people into consideration,
it is easily seen what a powerful lever
the real or feigned existence of such a
prophecy must put into the hands of
those whose object it is to move the
Muscovite masses. It will be well
to keep this in mind when we come
to speak more especially of the sources
of aggressive movement to be found
in the Russian state. As Russian
history advances, we come to a man
of mark in Ivan III., the son of
Vassili, named the Superb: he en-
forced respect to his prerogative on
the turbulent boyards, was strict as
to etiquette, and demanded of the
German emperor that he should be
treated as an equal. He seems to have
been the first of the monarchs who gave
a foreign importance to Russia, and
attracted to his court the ambassadors
of different nations, thus paving the
way, in his long and glorious reign of
forty-three years, which ended 1505,
for the still more ambitious designs of
his successors. After him in course
of time appeared the first genuine
Tsar and autocrat of all the Russias,
Ivan IV., surnamed the Terrible.
It is an appalling fact, that the reign
of this monster lasted from 1533 to
1584, or fifty-one years. However,
like Nero and many others of that
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kind, he began well— perhaps sin-
cerely. Probably his head was turned
by the possession of power. Men are
not born demons, though they may
become really worse than any demons
imagined by good men like Milton, by
giving way to their evil passions.
The deeds of Ivan are so spoken of
by historians, that those of Tiberius,
Nero, and Christian of Denmark
seem the freaks of fro ward children in
comparison. Having been ill-used
when a child by the council of nobles
into whose power he had fallen in
the first years of his reign, he seemed
determined in after years to have his
full swing of vengeance on mankind.
Nor was the retribution entirely" un-
deserved by some of those who felt
it, for they had encouraged the evil
propensities of the young prince with
a view of keeping him longer in a
state of tutelage. Notwithstanding
this, when he first vindicated his own
power, he achieved from the strength
of his will, not yet perverted, much
that was great and useful. It was at
the age of sixteen that he assumed,
with the Asiatic title of Tsar, which
may have sometimes been borne by
his predecessors, but not by authority,
a crown which had once been sent to
Vladimir Monomachus by the Em-
peror of Constantinople. He was
crowned by the metropolitan, and
saluted by the Byzantine title ot
Autocrat. Thus it seems that he
wished to be recognised as the heir
of the defunct Greek sovereignty, and
the master de jure, if not de facto,
of Byzantium. These are import-
ant facts, because they show that
the idea of the acquisition of
Turkey does not merely date from
the time of Peter, but has been a
fixed principle of -action with Rus-
sian sovereigns ever since the fall
of the Lower Empire. We cannot
help considering the other encroach-
ments of Russia on the map of Europe
as in a measure incidental, brought
about often by an unforeseen concur-
rence of circumstances, at the same
time eagerly caught at by the nation
as a means to this one great end, the
possession of Constantinople, and the
centralisation of all the Russias and
their dependencies in the great capi-
tal on the Bosphorus. This has been
and is the one definite and distinct
object of the ambition of the Tsars,
the avarice of the courtiers, and the
fanaticism of the people. That Rus-
sia or her sovereigns ever had any
distinct design of conquering and ab-
sorbing the West of Europe we can
hardly believe, although such would
doubtless be to her a consummation
devoutly to be wished. For instance,
Germany was divided, bribed, and
overawed, not with a view to imme-
diate conquest, but with a view to
silencing her protest against Russian
aggression; and here Russia has fully
gained her point. Only one thing was
wanted, the revival of the old antago-
nism between England and France —
a thing which seemed the easiest of
all, but turned out, contrary to all
expectation, the most difficult — that
Constantinople should be once again
the capital of the Eastern world.
" Ibi omnis
Effusus labor."
The last link in the chain was want-
ing. As for Russia's views upon Asia,
of course aggrandisement to any ex-
tent or in any direction would have
suited her, but her actual conquests
seemed always to bear a primary re-
ference to the absorption of Turkey.
Turkey absorbed, all the rest would
follow, and we must soon have been
obliged to keep a sharp look-out for
British India. As it was, Russia was
getting all round Constantinople in
the Danubian principalities, by pro-
tection and occupation ; in Greece,
by intrigue; in Asia, by conquest.
Could England and France but have
been kept quiet, or bribed into dis-
union, the city of the Golden Horn
would have dropt into Russia's open
mouth, as the bird is said to drop
from the bough into the mouth of the
serpent who watches and fascinates it.
We should be going wide of the mark
here, were we to dwell at any length
on the misdeeds of Ivan the Terrible.
His character seems to have changed
for the worse on the death of his first
wife Anastasia, who, while she lived,
had the singular merit of keeping
quiet^ by an enchantment which had
the contrary effect to those of Circe,
who changed men into brutes, the
evil propensities of this human tiger.
When she died, his madness — or bad-
ness, for the two words differ by a
letter only, and are often convertible —
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broke loose. He is said to have mar-
ried seven wives. An English lady,
nearly allied to Queen Elizabeth, the
Lady Mary Hastings, had a narrow
escape from being the eighth; for
Elizabeth, in her admiration of power
in a sovereign, had formed a friend-
ship with Ivan, and actually proposed
to send her friend to the den of this
Bluebeard. His death saved her. But
Ivan, not contented with putting his
wives to death, used to pretend that
they were murdered, and made every
new bereavement of his own an ex-
cuse for numberless executions. One
thing that strikes us most among the
horrors of his reign, is the extreme
ingenuity with which he devised the
machinery of his wickedness. To do
evil as well as he did, one of those Old
Bailey physiognomies, with low fore-
head, wide mouth, and bull-neck, the
type of Caracalla, would never have
sufficed. Ivan was a genius. His words
and letters are as clever, as cutting,
and insulting, as if the tongue and the
pen had been his only weapons. No-
thing delighted him more than making
butts of those who suffered impale-
ment, or some other horrible torture,
before his eyes. He was not born a
demon, but became more emphatically
one by education than if he had been.
Nor was he without his fits of fero-
cious tenderness. He loved his wife
Anastasia, and because her Maker
called her away, he revenged himself
on the human race, more especially
on those of the same sex as his first
wife. He loved the son that she bore
him as he did her, and he slew him in
a fit of fury. For this alone of his
deeds he was inconsolable, and re-
morse for it hunted him to the grave.
Strange to say, he died in his bed.
The reign of Ivan the Terrible is his-
torically most valuable as illustrating
that quality in the character of the
Russians which makes them so for-
midable as enemies. Nero and Domi-
tian became the more unpopular the
more they slew their subjects; and
the latter, although he was enabled to
butcher the nobles with impunity (not
that that proved their love for him,
but only their pusillanimity), "ce-
cidit, postquam cerdonibus esse ti-
mendus incipit " — " fell when the
cobblers began to fear him." The
Romans were ever and anon revolt-
ing against their chains. Their ser-
vility was always hypocritical; not so
that of. the Russians. We cannot
sympathise with them in their mal-
treatment, for they love it. They
love Ivan the Terrible because he
decapitates, impales, and breaks them
on the wheel. One poor wretch that
he fixed on a stake in the presence of
his wife and children, is said to have
exclaimed nothing but u God bless
the Tsar" through his twenty-four
hours' agony; and that very son Ivan,
whom he slew, died with prayers and
blessings in his mouth for his father —
a conduct we should think heroic and
Christian did we not suspect that its
source was an innate and fanatical
servility. But the Russians were not
content with showing their servility
to the sacred Tsar himself. For this
Ivan was not satisfied with tyran-
nising in his own person, but he must
organise a body of guards, called the
Opritchini (the Elect or Covenanted),
selected sometimes from the lowest of
the people, and on account of their
vices, which made them the readier
instruments of despotism. These swore
implicit obedience to the Tsar, and
in return were not only chartered
libertines, but chartered robbers and
assassins. Each of them exercised a
despotism (and they were a thousand
at first, and became several thousands
afterwards) as odious as that of the
Tsar, though not in all cases so inge-
nious ; and so effectually, that things
accounted generally the good things
of this life — rank, virtue, riches,
beauty — became a terror to the pos-
sessors of them. These Elect were
the nucleus of a new kind of nobility,
the nobility of function and govern-
ment employ, which has now nearly,
if not quite, superseded the hereditary
nobility of Russia for all practical
purposes, and thus extinguished the
last remnant of her at first imper-
fect chivalry. That their requisitions
were submitted to almost without a
murmur, and that the monarch who
let loose such a pack of wolves and
such a Pandora's box of misfortunes
on his subjects should have been
worshipped as a god in his life, and
revered like a saint after his death,
would tend to shake our belief in the
cessation of the age of miracles. It
appears the more wonderful when we
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consider that there was scarcely any
set-off of national glory to the tyranny
of Ivan. The military successes of
the early part of his life were clouded
by the reverses and disgraces of his
latter years, brought on in a measure
by the misconduct and cowardice of
the Tsar himself, who on one occasion
fled from Moscow before an army of
Tartars, and left it to perish in the
flames without attempting a blow to
save the scene of his pride and his
enormities. It is this monomania for
submission in the Russian character
that makes them so formidable in
war. If a dog, the most submissive
of animals to legitimate power, is
cruelly and unjustly beaten, he will
turn sometimes on his master; not so
a Russian— he will kiss the knout that
flays him. If acting in obedience to
orders, he is much more dangerous
than a wild beast.
The Spanish bull in the arena may
be diverted from his mark, by his at-
tention being turned away to some
other source of persecution ; an Arctic
voyager or sportsman, when he sees a
wounded bear bearing down on him,
may throw down his weapon or his
glove to save himself from hugging ;
but woe be to him against whom a
mass of Russians is impelled. They
are as passive and as merciless as a
locomotive. On they go, one over
another, like the buffaloes in the West-
ern prairies. If the foremost perish,
the hindmost will not turn back, but
make a bridge of their bodies, and thus
the buffaloes get over the rivers and
the chasms, and the Russians over the
obstacles in their campaigns. It is,
certainly, a serious thing to fight with a
nation with whom men are of no more
account than gabions and fascines;
and it is well for us that it is not so
much by loss of men as by loss of
money that the fortunes of the war
will be decided.
As for expecting that such a people
would listen to reason, or give up an
inch of ground from which they were
not driven by positive pounding, such
an idea could only have entered into
the heads of those who sent Lord John
Russell to waste his own and the na-
tion's time and money at the Vienna
conferences. The Russian nation we
should not suppose very much changed
siuce the time of Ivan the Terrible, if
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it is true that the Grand-duke Con-
stantino could, to show off the sub-
missiveness of the Russian soldier to
a stranger, while standing at a review,
pass his sword through the foot of an
officer and withdraw it, without ex-
citing remonstrance or cry of pain, or
even, as is said, without his victim
flinching. This is reported to have
happened at Warsaw in the nineteenth
century, and in the reign of the mild
Alexander. The reign of Ivan, how-
ever, in most respects humiliating to
Russia, was still the beginning of her
greatness as a nation. In- this reign
she ceased to act on the defensive,
and assumed the offensive ; from
this time forth she begins a course
of advantages over her old enemies
and oppressors, the Tartars, which
ends at a later date in the submission
of their most powerful tribes. It was
in this reign, too, that Siberia, that
vast and dreary state- prison, was
annexed to Russia by accident. A
Cossack chief, of the name of Jermak,
having committed robberies about the
Volga, was hunted out of Russia by
the troops of Ivan into Siberia. Here,
with a handful of his followers, he
succeeded in doing what Pizarro did
in South America : he laid the foun-
dation of the subjugation of the
country, and then solicited pardon of
the Czar on the strength of what he
had done, laying at his feet the new
acquisition. Of course his offer was not
refused, and Siberia became Russian.
It was by Ivan that the Strelitz, a
kind of militia or national guard who
existed from old times, were organised
into bands of a more pratorian char-
acter, so as to be available for the per-
sonal service of the sovereign. They
were used, no doubt, originally against
the nobles, but in after time became,
probably from their local sympathies,
unmanageable, and Peter the Great
was obliged to disband them, and sub-
stitute an army even less of a feudal
character. However, no standing
army of any kind seems to have ex-
isted before the time of Ivan, and
without this it would be difficult in
most nations, whatever may have been
the case in Russia, to perpetuate a
pure absolutism in the person of the
sovereign. Although as yet the Tsars
of Russia for some time to come do
not seem to have pursued the definite
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and distinct policy which we call the
imperial policy of Russia, yet about
this time the one condition which
made the steady pursuit of that policy
possible — namely, the centralisation of
power in the person of the monarch —
appears to have been substantially
obtained. Unless this had been the
case, the sceptre which was held with
so firm a grasp by Ivan would have
slipped out of the weak hands of his
son, Fedor I., the last sovereign
of the old kingly race of Rurik.
As he could not hold the sceptre him-
self, it was held for him by Boris
Godounof, the brother of his wife
Irene. This man secured the crown
for himself, which he did not think
worth taking during the life of Fedor,
as he already held the sceptre, by
having the young brother of Fedor,
Dmitri Ivanovitch, assassinated. In
this weak reign of Fedor an important
change took place. The Bishop of
Rostof, by name Job, was made me-
tropolitan. He was a far-sighted and
aspiring man, and saw what favour
he might curry with the ambitious re-
gent by uniting the Russian church to
the state, and separating it from its
Greek head. Jeremiah, patriarch of
Constantinople, having some object to
gain with the Russian government,
bribed it to his purposes in the follow-
ing manner. He represented that
the church had once five chiefs — the
Bishop of Rome, and the Patriarchs of
Alexandria, Antioch, Constantinople,
and Jerusalem— but that the Pope of
Rome, having forfeited his claim to the
dignity by his heresies, deserved to be
superseded. No country more than
Russia merited to possess a fifth head
of the church. Jeremiah would have
liked to combine that dignity with that
he already possessed, but Boris Godou-
nof caught at his notion, and without
much persuasion procured the conse-
cration of Job. Henceforward Russia
had her own patriarch, independent of
him of Constantinople, and therefore
entirely dependent on his own Tsar,
a position which Peter the Great
chose to turn to his own purposes, as
we shall see hereafter.
Boris Godounof, a Tartar by extrac-
tion, having thus violently broken the
line of succession, proved the strength
of the sovereignty which could exist
in spite of that interruption. He was
succeeded by an impostor who as-
sumed the name of the assassinated
Dmitri, and whose fate forms one of
the most romantic passages in Russian
history. Then the monarchy becomes
elective. The Poles are mixed up
with the elections. Some of the pre-
tenders to the crown fight with others.
There is an interregnum. At last the
Russians are determined to allow
foreign intervention no longer. They
choose by a large majority of voices
as their Tsar, Mikhail Fedorovitch
Romanoff, son of Fedor Nikita Ro-
manoff, who had been forced into the
church by Boris, and nephew of the
Tsarina Anastasia, both members of
the family of Roman Jourevitch, the
ancestor of Peter the Great, and of
the great house of Romanoff.
The reign of the first of the Roman-
offs was ushered in by disaster. To
pacify Sweden, he was obliged to give
up to her Carelia, Ingria, Livonia,
and Esthonia ; to pacify Poland, he
lost Smolensk, Tchernigoff, and a
large tract of country. Notwithstand-
ing this, we find his son Alexis, while
Tsar of Russia, a candidate for the
throne of Poland, for which Jean
Casimir was the successful competi-
tor. In the son of Alexis, Fedor II.,
we recognise a prince of great spirit
and wisdom, though bodily weak.
He managed to achieve the indepen-
dence of the Cossacks — at least, if tak-
ing the Ukraine from the Grand Sei-
gnior, and placing it under the protec-
tion of Russia, could be so called. But
this was unimportart in comparison
with a step which he took to render
the power of the Tsar, even more
widely than before, the basis of the
Russian constitution. Coup-d 'etats
were known even in those days, and
this Tsar seems to have accomplished
at once, by one of these, what was
done in a more tedious and tragical
manner by the wars of the Roses in
England — viz., the diminution of the
power of the nobles. His ostensible
object was to put a stop to the inter-
minable quarrels of the great lords
about precedency at his court and in
the army. He called a general meet-
ing, ordering them to bring their
charters and certificates of privi-
lege with them ; having laid hands on
these, and taken advice, to divide the
responsibility, of the patriarch, the
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bishops, and the boyards, he caused
all these documents to be burnt the
12th January 1682, just about the era
of a political change in England of an
opposite kind ; declaring, at the same
time, that in future all privilege should
be founded, not on hereditary title,
but personal merit — by which he no
doubt understood attachment to the
person of the Tsar. Thus effectually
did his eldest brother lay the finishing
touch to that basis of despotism, on
which Peter the Great was able at
once to begin to build up his ambi-
tious schemes. The next in succession
to Fedor, if the hereditary principle
had been strictly observed, was Ivan,
his younger brother ; but Ivan was of
weak health, weak nerves, and weak
mind. Peter, their half-brother, was
judged by the majority of the grandees
and clergy assembled in the month of
June 1682, the fitter to fill the throne.
This arrangement did not please
Sophia, a sister of the former family,
and accordingly she endeavoured to
move the Strelitz, by telling them that
the prince Ivan had been strangled by
the Narischkin, or family of the
Tsarina Natalie, the mother of Peter.
These worthies, who seemed to have
combined the unreasoning fury of a
mob with the unity of action of an
army, marched to the Kremlin twenty
thousand strong, ordering the mur-
derers of Ivan to be put into their
hands. Peter, his mother, his brother,
and the ministers, showed themselves
at the vestibule, and Ivan himself
came to speak to them; but they did
not choose to be turned from their
purpose of vengeance, even by the
appearance in the flesh of him whose
death they came to avenge.
They storm the palace, immolate
the Tsarina's brother, then go out
into the town and massacre the pro-
scribed till nightfall. Next day they
begin again, and nothing less will
satisfy them but that Cyril Narisch-
kin the father, and John the brother
of the Tsarina, should be handed over
to them. Young Narischkin is cut to
pieces before his father's eyes, and
Cyril is buried in a convent. Stained
with the blood of these assassinations,
they become masters of the state, and
proclaim as joint sovereigns Ivan and
Peter, making Sophia regent, but
leaving in the hands of that princess
all real power. She favoured Ivan,
as was to have been expected, and
made him marry reputably ; whilst,
though she did not dare to depose
Peter, she handed him over to the
company and evil habits of a loose
set of foreigners who hung about the
court. These associates, though they
corrupted Peter's morals, did not, as
his half-sister intended, unfit him for
governing, but they put notions into
his head as to the manners and cus-
toms of other countries, which fur-
nished the first stimulus to the won-
derful career of his after life. Whilst
appearing to be simply wasting his
time without thought or object, he.
was secretly maturing plans, whose
execution astonished the world. He
had a reckoning to settle with the
Strelitz, but he was able to bide his
time. He must have seen early in
life that their destruction was a neces-
sity of state. One dangerous revolt
of this turbulent militia was quelled
by a speech of the patriarch, when,
strange to say, a superstitious fear
overcame them, so that they presented
themselves at the convent of the
Trinity, with cords round their necks,
carrying blocks and axes, and crying
with one accord, " The Tsars are our
masters ; we offer our heads to them ! "
The patriarch obtained pardon for all
but the ringleaders.
It seems that Sophia had not been
uninfluenced by the popular dream of
the recovery of Byzantium. She had
engaged to join in a crusade against
the Turks, in common with other
Christian powers ; Russia, of course,
in such engagement having an eye to
her own interests. But now the Tar-
tars in the Crimea were too strong for
her this time, and Prince Galitzin,
the minister who commanded the ex-
pedition, was rewarded as for success
when he returned defeated; probably
having, in the present Russian fash-
ion, cooked his bulletins. Peter
would not stand this, but expressed
his surprise and indignation unmis-
takably. Sophia found that her
young half-brother had broken his
leading-strings, and took measures to
play off the Strelitz against him. But
Peter had been quietly organising a
body of troops, armed and drilled in
the German style, and commanded
by foreign officers. Relying on these,
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he gave out that, being now seven-
teen, he was of age to govern. He
was generally obeyed. Galitzin was
banished for life, and Sophia im-
mured in a convent, where she passed
the rest of her days, — some histo-
rians say in an honourable imprison-
ment ; if so, it was only honourable
until the last revolt of the Strelitz,
when she was condemned to live in
sight of their impaled heads till she
died.
Having disposed of the strong-
minded Sophia, he had little trouble
with his weak-minded brother Ivan.
We must here remark that those
princes called weak in history, such
as our own Richard II., are often
no more than very amiable men,
who would have filled well enough
most other positions, but were un-
fitted for one requiring extraordi-
nary nerve and energy, such as royalty
must, in an unsettled state of society.
Ivan died in peace January 26, 1696,
leaving three daughters, the first of
whom,Catharine, married Charles Leo-
pold, Duke of Mecklenburg-Schwerin,
and from them descended Ivan the
Tsar, of the House of Wolfenbuttel.
From the marriage of Peter's daugh-
ter, Anna, springs that half-German
line of Holstein-Gottorp, now reign-
ing in Russia. The present Tsars
are thus by the mother's side Ro-
manoffs, by the father's Holstein-
Gottorps.
By the death of Ivan, Peter was
left the one unquestioned master of
Russia. No body in the State had
power to offer any serious resistance
to his plans. The nobles were cowed,
the priests were his, and the people
were the priests'. The great idea
with which Peter started in life seems
to have been the aggrandisement of
Russia and of her Tsars in every
direction, and by every possible
means ; this included the popular
dream of a restoration of the Greek
empire, which, according to circum-
stances, might become a means or an
end. The first thing that struck him
was, that Russia, though an ambitious
and conquering power, was not quite
a military power in the European
sense of the word. He overturned
all her military institutions, to organ-
ise her armies on the European
model ; and so earnest was he in this
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work, that he would not let his re-
views or sham-fights pass off without
real killed and wounded. This of
course he could have managed with no
other nation than the Russians. The
second thing that struck him was, that
Russia, though she thought of possess-
ing Constantinople, was not a naval
power at all. He at once determined
to make her so. But here his barbar-
ian genius was at fault. Sailors, like
poets, are born, not made. He went
to Holland and England, and worked
as a common ship-carpenter. He learn-
ed how to build ships undoubtedly,
but he appointed as* his' first admiral
Le Fort, a pure soldier. His fleet is a
failure to this day. The sailors are
artillerymen afloat, and they seem
most at home when they have sunk
their ships and are manning guns
ashore. Their ships are encumbrances
to them. Whether Peter acted on a
preconceived plan or not in declaring
war against Charles XII., despising
his youth, is uncertain ; but he most
probably longed for Finland as a nur-
sery for his sailors ; and when he ob-
tained the Baltic provinces of Sweden
as the result of the war with that
power, he seems to have considered
the building of St Petersburg, in a
situation otherwise most untempting
for a capital, a measure of vital im-
portance to secure the maritime pre-
ponderance of Russia. It is hard to
say whether he looked forward to St
Petersburg as a permanent or only as
a provisional capital, until such time
as Constantinople should fall into the
hands of the power that coveted it.
It appears that he thought it worth
wasting the lives of a hundred thou-
sand men upon — as many, probably, as
forgotten kings of Egypt wasted on
the imperishable monuments of their
empty names.
Peter seems to have postponed the
conquest of Constantinople to a more
convenient season, for it was the
Turks who declared war against him,
and at the instigation of Charles XII.
The war with Turkey was one which
crossed his projects, and interfered
with the consolidation of his power ;
and as he entered upon it with reluct-
ance, he came out of it with disaster,
having been saved from the humilia-
tion of having to surrender at discre-
tion on the banks of the Pruth solely
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by the address of his wife Catharine.
When he made peace, he was obliged
to give up Azof, and some of his
conquests on the shores of the Black
Sea. But he indemnified himself by
getting Livonia, Esthonia, and part
of Finland and Carelia, by a treaty of
peace, from Sweden, and by his bril-
liant successes in the campaign with
Persia. When he died, on the 28th
January 1725, of an inflammatory
attack brought on by exposure to the
cold at the ceremony of blessing the
waters of the Neva, he left Russia
entirely a new country. For this he
has been immoderately praised by
Voltaire and his school, and their
praises have become stereotyped in
history. Doubts may arise at this
day whether what he did for Russia
was even for her good. It was cer-
tainly not for the good of mankind.
Civilisation, like religion, to be good
for anything, must be part of the con-
stitution of a nation or an individual ;
it must grow up in the common natu-
ral atmosphere, not be forced in a
hothouse. What is the consequence
of Peter's so-called reforms to Russia?
Russia is like a sturdy boor who has
become a millionaire by gold-digging,
who bedizens his outward man with
pins, and chains, and rings, and is all
barbarism and brutality within. Yet
he expects to be treated like a gentle-
man, and is in consequence a great
nuisance to society. There was some-
thing grand in old Russia — her
enormous cities and palaces, especially
her town-like Kremlin ; the colossal
men who stalked within them, the
barbaric state and luxury that reigned
in them ; the flowing robes and Asiatic
costumes, so rich and picturesque ; the
gorgeous religion, an offshoot from that
of Greece, notyet secularised orschism-
atised, but commanding in its own
right, venerable and magnificent. All
this was to count for nothing in the
reforms of Peter. Beards and gowns
were changed for perukes and coatees,
Asiatic state for Parisian etiquette.
A Moscow of hoar antiquity, golden
and rainbow coloured, splendid with a
thousand minarets and cupolas of
gigantic grotesqueness, was to yield
the palm to the gimcrack would-be
Grecian city on the Neva, sadly out
of place among the ice and darkness
about the Polar circle. Peter only acted
15
in the spirit of his age in seeing no
difference between an old and a new
country. The intense bad taste of
that age penetrated all Europe, and
even in our own country overlaid the
carved oak, which had lasted from the
Crusades, with the same coat of level-
ling paint with which it daubed the
vulgar deal.
Peter seems to have destroyed the
last remnants of national morality in
Russia in destroying her antiquity.
We are not accustomed to look upon
Russia now as one of the old countries
of the world ; she seems as much of
yesterday as the United States. Like
her nobles, who gave up their papers
to be burnt by Fedor II., she has
burnt her Past, or rather Peter has
done it for her, more recklessly than
France did for herself at the first Re-
volution. And, indeed, the first Re-
volution in France and the reforms
of Peter are exactly of the same moral
character ; they spring from a com-
mon source. For the sake of conve-
nience, we may take the date of the
battle of Narva, the year 1700, as the
era of the beginning of Peter's sys-
tem. Now, we know that, at the end
of the seventeenth century and the
beginning of the eighteenth, a system
began in France, which spread through
Europe, of ignoring the interests of
the governed, and sacrificing all na-
tional good to the maintenance of
showy and trivial courts. Ceremo-
nial and stiffness, frivolity and extra-
vagance, ruled in these courts ; while
principles were followed and avowed,
in confidential circles, which would
necessarily be fatal to the privileges
of castes and classes, as soon as they
had passed out and spread themselves
among the people. It was not likely
that the people would respect those
who had ceased to respect themselves.
Louis XIV. ruled as a military mon-
arch ; he suppressed the remains of
chivalry, because it did not suit the
modern system of war. He made
religion an instrument of despotism.
Under the Regency and Louis XV.,
all knightly principles — in fact, all
principles whatever — were scoffed at
in the court, and nothing was believed
but the gospel according to Voltaire.
The Reign of Terror was a fit retri-
bution for all this. The grandees of
that time would, no doubt, have wish-
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ed to keep Voltaire from the people
as religiously as the priests kept the
Bible; but his religion suited their
inclinations, and they would have him.
One of Voltaire's chiefest apostles was
Frederick II. of Prussia, one of his
chief heroes and prophets was Peter
the Great,
But Peter was far from avowing
a contempt for religion, as Frederick
did ; he was much too politic for that.
He knew that attachment to the
source of their church was strongly
connected with the desire of the
Russians to obtain Constantinople,
and he knew that the possession of
Constantinople was the keystone of
the arch of Russian dominion, which,
once secured, it would become im-
pregnable, and as permanent as any-
thing earthly could be. Yet he man-
aged in the most skilful manner,
without scandal and almost without
offence, to get the religion of the
country into his hands in the persons
of her priesthood. The way had been
before partially cleared for him by
the establishment of the separate in-
dependence of the Russian patriarch.
When the patriarch died in his reign,
he declined to elect a successor, and
ended with making the Tsar the head
of the church in a much more full
and complete sense than Henry VIII.
did in making the King of England.
In fact, so far has this been carried
out since, that we may doubt whether
the Virgin Mary holds a higher rank
in the worship of the most bigoted
Romanist than the Czar does in that of
the ordinary Muscovite, or other Rus-
sian subject. Only the other day we
heard of a body of Bashkirs breaking
out in mutiny, because on a march by
St Petersburg they were not allowed
to see the Tsar ; and when he showed
himself to them, they evinced frantic
joy, kissed his stirrups, and hung round
his horse's legs with a sort of animal
devotion. That Peter, however, was
an egotist like Frederick, does not
appear : his religion was the aggrand-
isement of Russia ; it was a religion
which he bequeathed, whether form-
ally or not is not quite certain, as a
solemn legacy to his successors ; and
to show his sincerity, inaugurated by
the judicial murder of his son Alexis,
the heir to the throne, merely on the
grounds that he was not able to re-
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ceive its impressions. Peter enlisted
in this service alike the craft of the
Jesuit and the boldness of the Cru-
sader; personally he seems to have
preferred intrigue to force, and his
most effective strokes were dealt
bloodlessly. One of these, among
many, was his prompt recognition of
the Elector of Brandenburg as King
of Prussia, which a short - sighted
statesman might have thought rather
inimical than otherwise to the ex-
tension of Russia westward. Peter
well knew of what advantage it would
be hereafter to Russia to make Ger-
many a house divided against itself,
by raising a new power antagonistic
to the original German empire. Of
course, Prussia herself had no objec-
tion to this. Saxony, Poland, and
Denmark had sold their souls to
Peter, and England and Holland said
nothing against it, as they wanted to
hire Prussian troops at the time, the
former power having as usual neglect-
ed the maintenance of her native
army. In his latter days so little
awe did the German emperor inspire
in Peter, that he had the audacity to
assume the august title of Emperor or
Kaiser himself officially, having been
before called so sometimes as a com-
pliment, especially by England. This
was a kind of claim of admission in-
to the temple of European civilisa-
tion, like that of Philip of Macedon to
be admitted into the Amphictyonic
Council of Greece. Another most
sagacious move of Peter's was the
marriage of his niece to the reigning
Duke of Mecklenburg, thus affording
a German family an opportunity of
one day filling his own throne, and
forming the first of many such links
that bind Russia with Germany, or at
least her princes, so closely, that it
seems if one is pushed over a preci-
pice the other must go with it. The
effect of these two strokes of policy,
which were the beginning of many
others, is seen now in the neutralisa-
tion of a nation of thinkers, whose
opinion is on our side, and the para-
lysation as against Russia of more
than half a million of the finest sol-
diers in Christendom.
Although we have seen, in the early
history of Russia, strong indications
of the aggrandising spirit, and found
the design on Constantinople existing
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as a religious principle in her people
since the taking of that city by the
Turks, yet Peter was the first to re-
duce these tendencies and aspirations
to a system ; and as Ivan the Terrible
was the first Tsar, marking the esta-
blishment of absolute power and na-
tional independence, so was Peter
Alexievitch the first Emperor, mark-
ing the beginning of the militant and
aggressive era for Russia, in which she
seems to have thrown away the scab-
bard in her fight with the world, de-
termined to conquer all, or to die as a
great nation. Thus we have seen that
the aggressive movement of Russia
is twofold, depending, in part, on the
superstition of the people, and their
traditional notion of a crusade against
Byzantium, and in part on the policy
of her monarchs, brought into shape
by Peter, and left to his successors.
The courtiers- are of course with the
autocrat when they have nothing to
get by assassinating him, and they
have been found to keep up to the
mark and standard of ambition the
less aspiring monarchs. Being the
creatures of government employment,
they look upon conquest as good for
creating new offices, and rendering
existing ones more lucrative. Thus
we have to contend against, in Russia,
the Crown, the Court, and the People
in this movement, united as one man,
though on separate grounds — a view
which, if true, will make all hopes of
the war coming to an end through
internal disaffection illusory. This
matters not much, as England and
France may be esteemed together
quite equal to the three elements of
the Russian constitution. But a na-
tion so very large on the map, acting
as a great animal with a single will,
is a matter to make us serious; and it
\g to be hoped we are so. The great
struggle lies upon us, and if we come
out victorious, and know how to use
the victory, there will be joy and
peace for the world for many an age
to come. Ever since the time of Peter,
the imperial policy of Russia has come
upon Western Europe like the un-
healthy breath of an east wind ; even
like the very east wind which has
cheated us out of our spring this year,
as adverse circumstances cheat a man
VOL. LXXVIII.— NO. CCCCLXXVII.
out of his youth. Whether that wind
blew hot or cold, its effect was the
same; it blighted, it nipped, it wither-
ed, it blasted. The seed-leaves came
out, and then were curled up and
dried away ; the young shoots were
burnt at the edges. By-and-by clouds
gathered in the horizon of the far
West. They grew up and up, and
combined with some difficulty. They
were very deliberate in coming on,
but they did come on slowly but sure-
ly, and now from many quarters they
came on, against the wind. Some-
times their meaning was revealed in
bright flashes and distant thunder-
growls. At last they broke in tor-
rents of life-giving, health-giving rain.
The imprisoned powers of nature at
once broke loose, the flowers sprung
into seed-leaf, leaf and blossom, and
all, as it were, at once; every perfume
of the garden came out more delicious
for having been so long sealed up,
and the songs of love-making birds
were heard far and wide among the
dropping trees. Nature seemed to
make a great holiday because the east
wind had been discomfited. Thus
may it be now in the political world.
Europe is thoroughly aroused to the
pestilent nature of the breath of Rus-
sia. The thunder- clouds are gathering
in the West; they are travelling to the
North and South ; they are even now
bursting in the South. When the
salutary storm has blown over, we
may hope for a season of gladness — a
season when the voices of despotism
and democracy, those twin tyrants of
the earth, will be hushed, and rational
Liberty will find its way into courts,
castles, and cottages ; and Improve-
ment, which is the will of the Eternal,
will no more be considered to imply
political change, but rather the per-
fecting of the " powers that be" in
every land, investing the monarchies
with justice, the aristocracies with
philanthropy, and the democracies
with reverence ; arranging all time-
honoured institutions in the spirit of
method and order, and yet more spi-
ritualising that method and order, as
far as man's wisdom is capable, into
some similitude of the everlasting
beauty which underlies and permeates
the structure of God's own universe.
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ZAIDEE: A ROMANCE.
PART VIII. — BOOK II.
CHAPTER XXVII. — MRS WILLIAMS'S ROOM.
Mrs Burtonshaw was still more re-
joiced and exultant next morning to
find that she had wrought a complete
cure, and that, emerged from the pur-
gatory of gruel, bathed feet, and double
coverings, her young patient took espe-
cial care not to look pale in her pre-
sence again. " You must take care,
my dear, and wear this shawl to-day.
What a pleasure to think you are so
much better 1 " said Mrs Burtonshaw.
When she was gone, Zaidee, conscien-
tiously carrying the shawl with her,
hurried to seek admittance at the little
door, three or four steps up in a cor-
ner of the wall, which belonged to the
private apartment of Jane Williams.
In this great house, where there were
so many rooms, this little one was
merely intended for a linen closet ; but
pragmatical Jane was very Welsh
and very positive. She liked this small
corner, which put her in mind of her
limited accommodation at home, and
had it crowded with her belongings,
with true rural pride. A few things
in a great room looked " poor," as
Jane thought. The true sign of wealth
was to pack your apartment till you
had barely room to move in it. Ac-
cordingly, a very narrow winding
pathway over Jane's central carpet,
and a clear space by the side of her
little green porcelain stove, large
enough to hold herself, her elbow-
chair, and small round table, was all
the available space in the private room
of Mrs Williams. One window, close
into the corner of the wall, gave a one-
sided aspect to the little apartment ;
and this window looked into a great
elm tree, which, in summer, with its
multitudinous leaves, and at present
with a forest of bare branches, was
the whole visible world to the inmate
here. A spider-legged table, with
numerous drawers, stood in the win-
dow, and upon it were ranged various
ornamental matters — a stuffed par-
rot in a case, a grotto of shells,
an elaborate workbox, with its lid
open, disclosing all its treasures. By
dint of pertinacity, Jane had managed
to have these favourite articles of hers
carried among the family baggage
wherever they wandered ; and the old
woman took pleasure in the neat cover
of her table, and in the careful arrange-
ment of these treasured ornaments.
Her little mantel-shelf, too, was rich
with china shepherds and shepherd-
esses, and supported her library of
three books — an aged Welsh Bible, a
collection of hymns, and one of bal-
lads, in the same antique language —
for the newspapers were the only
things which Jane would submit to
read in English. She was a worldly-
minded old woman, but she had a
national regard for " religion," and
was reverent of the name, and of its
symbols, as Mary Cumberland was.
Jane's religion consisted in conning a
few verses in her Welsh bible on the
afternoon of Sunday, which she ob-
served with great decorum by means
of a long sleep and a grave face. Mr
Cumberland and his wife were liberal,
to the broadest extent of liberalism,
and never interfered with the " opin-
ions " of their servants. The " opin-
ions" of various of these respectable
domestics were in favour of coffee
and music at the Rosenau, and were
not against a concluding dance. Save
Mrs Burtonshaw and Zaidee, whose
ignorance was aghast at this, the
family were extremely indifferent.
Only Mrs Williams took the place of
censor upon her — she who herself was
virtuously conscious of spending the
day as her father spent it in the re-
cesses of religious Wales. This town
of Ulm, though it was Lutheran, was
no less addicted to its Rosenau and its
Sunday holiday than if mass had still
been said in its Domkirch ; and though
Sylvo Burtonshaw concluded it " very
poor fun" to sit by the long tables, on
the damp soil of these gardens, sipping
coffee, neither Sylvo nor his kindred
knew very well how to spend the day
better. They yawned through it, for
propriety's sake. Sabbath was a
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19
dead letter, and Sabbath-keeping un-
known to them. They were the best
examples in the world to a foreign
apprehension of the dulness of the
English Sunday. It was neither the
day of God nor the day of home ;
4k the fruit of this, the next world's
bud," to those hapless rich people who
had only "opinions," and no faith.
But while we digress, Zaidee stands
waiting at the door of Mrs Williams's
room, and is very glad to see Mrs
Williams herself sitting by the stove
in her little sanctum, mending her
laces, when she is invited to enter,
A great many pieces of furniture,
wardrobes, and boxes, fill up the
small space within these four white
walls, and Zaidee winds her way care-
fully towards the little throne of the
Welshwoman. Looking into the eltn
tree is like looking into a forest. Only
those bare branches and a morsel of
sky are visible, of the world without;
but all the world of its inmate is
within this small enclosure. Out of
it she is foreign and unintelligible,
even to her fellow-servants. Here she
hears the '* sweet Welsh," from her
own lips at least, and in her own fancy
lives her life over again. The hills of
Wales and the grand house of Powis-
land rise once more before her, as she
goes on with her silent occupations.
Poor old Jane Williams ! she is soli-
tary, and a stranger down-stairs, with
all her self-importance ; but here she
is at home.
44 Well then, child, shut the door.
I will not have them foreigners look-
ing iu. on me," said the old woman.
"u Did you come for the collars ? Yes,
sure, them ladies that never took up
a needle, they think poor folk's fingers
is made of iron. I do be busy with
them ; they'll be done in time."
44 I did not come for the collars,
Jane," said Zaidee, with a slight return
of her former trembling. " But you
said you would let me see some papers.
Will you ? and I will try to help you
if I can."
" And what do you want with my
papers, child?" said Jane, fixing upon
Zaidee her little twinkling scrutinis-
ing eyes.
44 1 like to see about the people you
tell us of. I like to hear your stories,
Jane," said Zaidee, with unconscious
flattery ; " and the old gentleman —
the old Squire. You said you would
let me see his name."
44 Well, I know a deal of stories.
Yes, indeed — that is the truth," said
Jane. u Miss Mary has her own
things to mind ; for certain sure she
never would listen to me. I like an
open-hearted child. I do, then ; and I
am good to learn any one experience
of the world. Yes, sure, I've seen a
deal myself — and my father, and my
sister, and my brother — and all among
great families too, and nothing com-
mon ; and I've a deal of papers.
There's all about Rhys Llewellyn that
married the pretty lady ; and Miss
Evelyn that runned away, and more
than I can tell. They'd get me
money, you take my word, if a scho-
lard was to see them ; but I'm no
scholard myself. Sit you down, child.
I'll get my* keys when I'm done."
Zaidee sat down patiently on the
stool by Jane's feet. The old woman
was very busy, holding the lace be-
tween her small brown shrivelled
hands, and working with great speed.
The sounds of the household life below
were lost in the distance ; the long
wide passages and staircase consumed
them before they came so far, and in
a strange isolation the little Welsh-
woman pursued her labours. The
wind rustled in the branches of the
elm, and the rushing of the Danube
interposed faintly ; these natural
voices were all the sounds that came
here. Zaidee was struck with the
loneliness — she wondered what mov-
ing cause there could be to bring this
old woman here.
" Jane, could you not stay at home?
Why did you come here?" asked
Zaidee in a half whisper.
44 Could I not stay at home ? You
don't know what you are saying,
child," cried the old woman, indig-
nantly. 4' They'd be glad to see
me home — ay, and rejoice this
day. I came for my own will ; yes,
I did, then. I had a mind to see
foreign parts. And to see the great
house at Powisland stripped and bare,
and every one dead and gone — it
broke my heart. I'm far off now,
child, over lands and seas ; but I can
see sweet Powisland, and my beauti-
ful Wales between me and that tree —
for certain I can. And I think upon
all my old tales ; and an old woman
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[July,
wants no more. I'm like none of you
young creatures, striving for change
and new faces. I'm doing my duty.
The Williamses always was known
for it, and I'm content. Once I was
young, and tripped upon the hills;
now I'm old, and the fire is my gar-
den. Will you husht, you child ! The
like of you is no judge. I please my-
self."
" And did nothing ever happen to
you ?" asked Zaidee. " You always
speak of other people. When you were
young, did nothing ever come to you? "
" Husht, I say," cried the old wo-
man, pushing Zaidee aside, as she
rose in great haste, and threw down
her work. u You will be talking— you
will be talking. Come and see those
papers now."
With her curiosity so much roused
by this, that she had almost forgotten
the prior interest that brought her
here, Zaidee watched the old woman
open one of the drawers in her table.
There were a great many bundles of
letters and papers in it, tied up in a
very primitive way, and at the back
one or two books, rich with tarnished
gilding. Jane lifted a few of these
yellow parcels out, and cleared a
space for them upon the ornament-
encumbered table.
"Was it the old Squire's name?
You child, you keep your fingers off
my shells and my birds. If you don't
do no harm, you shall come back
again, and see them again. I'm not
good at reading — my eyesight fails ;
but I don't mind you looking at them,
if you are a good child. Hark, now,
there is Miss Mary. You're not to
meddle nothing but the letters, and
stay till I come back, and don't let
nobody in but me. Hark, now, how
she calls me ! It's nothing but Jane,
Jane, from one day to another. Now
I'm going — mind the fire, and don't
meddle with, nothing, and you can
look at my papers till I come back."
So saying, Jane disappeared, shut-
ting the door carefully behind her,
and Zaidee was left in full possession
of this sacred apartment, and all its
treasures. A bird stirred in the elm
before her, and the burning wood
sank down with a little stir within
the stove. These sounds, as they
broke the stillness, oppressed Zaidee
with returning awe. She drew the
first pile towards her with a thrill of
fear, expecting to see Grandfather
Vivian's well-known handwriting at
her first glance. But this faded hand-
writing is a woman's, and all these
letters are about Rhys Llewellyn, and
Evelyn Powis, and others of the
house of Powisland. In other cir-
cumstances, these papers, full of fa-
mily story, would have been very in-
teresting to Zaidee, who had an un-
limited appetite for story-telling ; but
her eagerness after the sole object
of her search was quickened into
excitement by terror and a supersti-
tious awe. That bird in the elm-tree
branches fascinated poor Zaidee, as
her trembling fingers undid these fast-
enings ; and the crackle of the wood,
and the strange hushed sounds she
seemed to hear about her, wound her
up to nervous resolution, and oppress-
ed her with imaginative fear. " God
will not let you harm them any more,"
said Zaidee aloud. She thought
Grandfather Vivian was watching
while she examined this pile to
which he had conducted her, to find
the instrument of evil which he had
hidden there.
CHAPTER XXVHI.— GRANDFATHER VIVIAN.
But pile after pile brought nothing
to the nervous search of Zaidee.
Household bills and memoranda of
housekeeping, scribbled receipts of
Welsh tradesmen, and rural recipes
for cooking and for physic, were min-
gled with the letters of the house of
Powis in an indiscriminate heap.
The worthless and the valuable, fa-
mily secrets and housekeeping in-
structions, preserved with equal fide-
lity, would have formed a strange
medley to an eye less interested.
Zaidee, who went over them at light-
ning speed, found no time for amuse-
ment. She threw down, one by one,
these old correspondences — threw
down some uncouth letters, signed
Evan and Mary Williams, which
were among the heap, and with eager
curiosity searched further ; but, amid
all, there was nothing for her.
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Zaidee : a Romance. — Part Vlll.
Her anxiety gave way to disappoint-
ment. Grandfather Vivian, after all,
had not been the old Squire of Evan
Williams. Grandfather Vivian had
not guided her to this strange hiding-
place — there was no spiritual influ-
ence mysteriously using her for its
agent ; but, in her high strain of ex-
citement, Zaidee shed tears over her
failure — she was disappointed — her
expectations had been so sure.
While these tears fell, against her
will, on the papers where other
tears had fallen before, Zaidee drew
out the old book within the drawer.
It was a quarto volume, in binding
which had once been handsome ; and
though the gilding was blackened and
the boards defaced, it still had the air
of a book worn with use and not with
neglect. She opened it and found it
Greek, an occult language which al-
ways inspired Zaidee with the deepest
respectfulness. Somewhat languidly
she turned to the first page. Some
large characters, written in an uneven
oblique line across it, stumbling over
the title and over a name, roused
Zaidee once more. She read them
with a double thrill of awe and mys-
terious excitement. She was not mis-
taken— her sense of invisible guidance
seemed in a moment realised. The
name, written long before this start-
ling irregular line, was " Richard
Vivian," and bore a far distant date.
The additional writing — large and
black, and unsteady, like the writing
of a man whose eyes failed him, and
who wrote thus in desperation, that
he might be sure he had accomplished
his purpose — came to the young in-
vestigator like words from heaven.
" Frank Vivian, do justice to my son
Percy," — thus spoke this voice from
the dead. The dreadful helpless peni-
tence of this last outcry of compunc-
tion was visible in every line. Stum-
bling across his own signature, and
across the title of his favourite vo-
lume, the dying man, with eyes which
could only dimly discern those black
exaggerated letters, had left one re-
cord behind him, that he repented —
and that was all. The son he ad-
dressed, no longer remained to do jus-
tice to the other ; the other was gone
from his heirship and his lands. Into
the mysterious gloom of the world in-
visible this fierce spirit itself had
passed long years ago. Not remorse
for one wrong, perhaps, but repent-
ance of all had visited his forlorn
dying; but no one knew the secrets
of it— nothing remained to bid the
judgment of this world reverse its deci-
sion but this last cry of despairing atone-
ment. The child whom his evil caprice
had endowed so sadly, read his latest
words with eyes that shone through
a mist of tears. Holding the volume
fast, Zaidee looked round her into the
still and solemn daylight of this lonely
room. " Grandfather Vivian," said
the girl, firmly, u if you are here, I
did you wrong ; and if you guided me
here, I am glad; and it was God that
suffered you to do it, for I will never
do them harm ; and I am my father's
heir, and this is what he has left to
me."
She took the volume to her again,
and put her innocent lips to that dark
memorial of wrong and of repentance.
The tears were choking at her heart,
but something restrained them, and
drove them back from her dry eyes.
With a great effort she restored the
papers to their place, put the precious
book under her shawl, and went to
her own room, gliding with steps as
noiseless and rapid as a spirit ; then
she laid it under her pillow, and threw
herself down upon her little bed. She
was worn out with intense excitement,
with terror and awe, and a supersti-
tious sense of some invisible presence.
When some one came to seek her,
late in the day, after the early twi-
light had begun to fall, Zaidee's brown
cheeks were bright with the flush of
fever. She was lying very quiet,
awake, looking into the shadows with
eyes only too lustrous. They could
not tell what had happened to thecfiild,
who scarcely could speak to them
when they questioned her. Her tu-
mult of thought was dying into un-
consciousness— her excess of emotion
fading into a long trance of waking
sleep. They watched by her in great
terror while those open eyes of hers
gazed into the darkness and into the
candle-light. Mrs Burtonshaw, with
eager kindness and a little liking for
the office, changed her dress immedi-
ately, and, with a thick cap and a
shawl, took her seat by Zaidee's bed-
side. Mary hung about the foot of
the little bed in silent agony. All the
Zaidee: a Romance. — Part VIII.
[July,
while these bright eyes searched about
through the little apartment. Even
Sylvo Burtonshavv sat up down-stairs,
and Mr Cumberland fidgeted, half-
dressed, about the door of his sleeping-
room ; and watchers were never more
rejoiced at the saving calm of sleep in
the crisis of disease, than were these
when the fitful slumber of fever closed
the eyes of Zaidee. The news was
carried down stairs, and Mary was
sent to bed. " She will be better to-
morrow," said Aunt Burtonshavv, as
she dismissed the unwilling girl. But
Aunt Burtonshaw shook her head,
and knew better, when she was left
by the bedside of Zaidee, to watch
through that long spring night.
And Zaidee had a fever, and for
weeks lay on that restless couch of
hers, struggling for her young life.
Mary, who would not be restrained
from watching by her, and Aunt Bur*
tonshaw, the kindest nurse in the
world, gave sedulous attendance to the
unconscious girl, who did not rave or
exhaust herself in ordinary delirium,
but only searched the vacant air with
her brilliant eyes, and seemed per-
petually looking for some one, though
she recognised neither of her nurses.
They had found the book under her
pillow, and put it away without fur-
ther thought. No one associated this
old volume with Zaidee's illness ; and
even old Jane's inquiries for her lost
treasure were fruitless in the excite-
ment of the time. This whole whim-
sical house was concerned for Zaidee,
Mr Cumberland forgot to read his last
importation of theories, and took to
investigations of homceopathy and hy-
dropathy— of electricity and mesmer-
ism. Mrs Cumberland kept her
room, and was ill by way of meeting
the emergency. Sylvo, infinitely
bored, set out for his college, to the
relief of everybody. The house be-
came very quiet, above stairs and be-
low, and full of sick-nurses, of whom
Mrs Cumberland appropriated the
lion's share. " If she should be
worse— if anything should happen,"
said Mrs Burtonshaw, with tears in
her eyes, as she bent over the bed of
her young patient. " Poor dear, we
are all strangers to her— she is far
from her own friends."
"Nothing will happen, Aunt Bur-
tonshaw," cried Mary vehemently;
" and she loves us — I know she does.
She has no friends."
Aunt Burtoushaw shook her head,
and raised her hand to silence her in-
discreet assistant. " You must never
get excited in a sick-room. Go and lie
down, my darling," said Aunt Burton-
shaw. Mary, who would have been
shocked at the idea of lying down, had
she known that the crisis of this strange
illness was approaching, was reluc-
tantly persuaded, and went. Her good
aunt sat down once more at the bed-
side of the young exile. " Poor dear ! "
said Aunt Burtonshaw. She thought
this solitary child, far from all who
loved her, was about to die.
But Zaidee did not die. Her young
elastic life, almost worn out by the
struggle, was not yet conquered. The
morning brought sleep to these bright
open eyes, and when she woke again,
it was to look with recognition and
intelligence upon her watchers, and to
bear the twilight and the lighted
candles without any of those wistful
investigations which her eyes had
made in her fever. The German doc-
tor pronounced her out of danger — it
was the signal for a great increase of
Mrs Cumberland's malady; and Mr
Cumberland, down stairs, was very
busy getting a hydropathic apparatus
in readiness for Zaidee, and waiting
for the English mail which should
bring him a multum inparvo — a dwarf
medicine-chest, rich in globules, and
warranted to cure all Ulm of all the
diseases under heaven. A larger con-
signment in shape of a .galvanic ma-
chine was also on its way, to aid in the
recovery of the patient. It was the
especial character of Mr Cumberland's
genius, that he combined into one half-
a-dozen nostrums, and piled one in-
fallibility on the top of another, mak-
ing, out of other people's systems, a
system of his own. With all these
murderous preparations in progress, it
was well for Zaidee that Aunt Bur-
tonshaw barricaded her folding-doors,
and held the amateur physician at
bay ; and that health, once returning,
came at a rapid pace, and needed
little assistance. " A touch of elec-
tricity will set her up again. Wait till
I get her down stairs," said Mr Cum-
berland, as he carried off his wet
blankets from the inexorable defender
of Zaidee's room. But even Mr Cum-
1855.]
berland, though foiled in his endea-
vours for her recovery, had a warm
heart to the invalid, whose illness had
cost him some anxiety. Mrs Cumber-
land kissed her pale cheek when she
Zaidee : a Romance. — Part VIII.
23
was able to leave her room, and Mary
rejoiced over her like a recovered
treasure. Poor little Zaidee, in her
orphan solitude, had fallen among
friends.
CHAPTER XXIX. — RECOVERY.
As Zaidee came to health — one
might almost say, came to life again
— the events which preceded her ill-
ness came slowly to her recollection,
one by one. Making a timid and
eager search through her room, she
found the book, in which that solemn
message was, laid carefully aside in a
drawer; and Zaidee remembered how
it was the tumult of desires and ima-
ginations, occasioned by her discovery
of it — the question whether, armed
with this she might go home again —
whether Philip and Aunt Vivian would
hold it of enough authority to annul
that other unhappy document, which,
combined with her visionary dread
and awe, had been too much for the
young mind, overtasked and solitary.
As she considered this momentous
subject now, in the calm of her weak-
ness, Zaidee decided that this was
not sufficient warrant; and though
she longed exceedingly that they
should see these last words of the old
Squire, she could think of no possible
way of sending the book to them
without a betrayal of her secret. She
was here beyond reach of their search,
and their search, hitherto had been
unsuccessful, and she shrank within
herself, even in her safe solitude, at
the idea of being found and carried
home the heiress of the Grange. She
never would supplant Philip, and
here she was as safe as if she had
died. But now a great compunction
for Grandfather Vivian took posses-
sion of the child. She had done him
wrong — they had all done him wrong.
He was no longer u that wicked old
man," though Sophy still would call
him so ; and Zaidee was humbly re-
pentant of her own error. All the
solitary time of her convalescence —
every half-hour in which her watchful
attendants could be persuaded to leave
her alone — her meditations were
busy upon her own uncharitable judg-
ment ; and many letters, written and
destroyed in a returning panic — im-
possible letters, which should convey
this intelligence without giving a clue
to her hiding-place, were written in
secret. If those longing thoughts
could travel to them ! — if those half-
articulate words, which broke from
her lips in secret, could but reach the
ears they were addressed to ! But
Zaidee recollected herself, and took
her resolution again to her heart.
Better that they should never hear
from her, best that they thought her
gone out of the world for ever ; and
Zaidee's simple mind supposed no
changes in the home circle. She
thought of the young Squire ruling
his paternal acres, and all the house-
hold prosperous and happy as of old.
The image in her mind had suf-
fered no clouding out of the dim
horizon of her own fate. She looked
back upon them, and the sky was
ever smiling. It was the comfort of
her life.
When Zaidee was well again, Jane
Williams came one morning with a
startling knock to her chamber door.
Jane came armed with law and justice
— a self-appointed magistrate, legis-
lating in her own behalf — and de-
manded her book back again. Zai-
dee was fortunately alone.
" Yes, child, you deceived me,"
said Jane. " I did trust you— yes, I
did — and left my room and all I have
to you. In my country, for sure, you
might leave an open door and gold
untold ; but here I'd not have any-
body turn over my belongings. Look
you here, child, I put you in charge
of it, and I went to Miss Mary.
Well, then, I come back — and my
door is open, and my lire be burning,
and them papers, that's worth money,
swept in like dust ; and when I do
look close, my book is gone. My
father's book it was. It belonged to
the old Squire. You tell me just why
you runned away."
"I was ill, Jane," said Zaidee
humbly. Zaidee had turned the key
Zaidee : a Romance.— Part VIII.
[July,
already in the drawer which held the
stolen book.
"Was it 'cause of being ill you
took the book, you child?" cried Jane.
" Yes, sure, I heard you was ill ; and
this and another said, she'll die. If
you'd have died, what would you
have done then with a book was not
your own ? "
"Did they think I would die?"
asked Zaidee. It gave her a strange
solemnity of feeling. She had been
near this great event, and knew it not.
" It's waste time talking," said the
peremptory Jane. " Will you let
me have my book? Husht, then,
I'm not hard on you, child ; it isn't
no pleasure to you now — it's in a
heathen tongue — it may be not a good
book, for aught I know. You listen
to me. I have got a pretty book all
stories and tales. I'll teach you to
read it — I will, if you are good — and
give me back that old thing that's no
pleasure to you."
" Will you let me keep it, Jane? "
pleaded Zaidee. " I like to look at
it, and I have pleasure in it. May I
have it a little ? When you ask it
again I will give it you."
The little old woman looked at Zai-
dee's pale face with compassion. "You
poor child, you want to be at home
and the wind on your cheeks," said
Mrs Williams ; " but if you do have
a fancy in your head, as they be all
fancies in this house, will I baulk you,
you little one? No, sure, the Wil-
liamses was always known for tender
hearts. You take good care of it,
then, and when you're well you may
come back again, and I'll tell you of
Rhys Llewellyn and his pretty lady,
and how it was Miss Evelyn run-
ned away."
"How did she run away?" said
Zaidee eagerly. She was suddenly
struck with the expression, and in
her innocence immediately leaped to
the conclusion that the running away
was like her own.
"There was a rich gentleman, and
there was a poor gentleman," said
the ready narrator. " Sir Watkin
and my lady, they would have the
one, and Miss Evelyn, poor soul, she
would have the other — you don't
know nothing about such things, you
child— and they fell upon a plan. I
don't inind telliog it, you be cer-
tain, unless some one does want to
hear."
Jane was clear-sighted, and saw
that her young listener, finding the
story not like her own, had flagged
in her attention. But it was only
for a moment, and Zaidee listened
with great edification to the story of
an elopement, in which Jane Williams
herself had been art and part. But
the current of her own thoughts,
more interesting than any story, ran
through the whole. " Frank Vivian,
do justice to my son Percy"— these
words rang into her heart like a
trumpet; and Zaidee's mind made
visionary addresses to Grandfather
Vivian, telling him that she was her
father's heir, and that she would
never do them harm. Philip's chiv-
alrous pride in his right as head of
the house to protect her title to
his own inheritance was repeated
in the girlish flush of resolution
with which she protested to herself
that she was her father's heir, and
that this was the inheritance Grand-
father Vivian had left her. Now that
she had time to think of it, in spite of
the disappointment in her first hope
of going home, this last discovery
was a great support to Zaidee. She
was no longer totally alone in her
exile and self-banishment. It seemed
to her that now a little company had
interest in her flight; that the old
Squire's will had guided her unawares ;
that her father's honour would have
been compromised had she done
otherwise. She never could have
found this had she remained at home.
She must have done them wrong
without remedy, and never known
that Grandfather Vivian wished, at
last, to restore them to their right.
Her young imagination, calmed as it
was by her long illness, was so strong
still that it elevated her into the
position of representing both Frank
Vivian and his father. She had done
what they would have done, but
were not permitted. She was the
heir of this injunction, and she had
obeyed it ; and high within her, for-
lorn and generous, rose Zaidee's
heart.
When she was alone she took this
book and laid it with her father's
bible. She read the family name
in both of them with a strange pride
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and tenderness. She was no longer
Zaidee Vivian — she had given up all
right and title to be' called so ; yet
father and grandfather seemed to
give to her a hold upon her native
name once more. " I have not died
now," said Zaidee softly, as she held
these treasured volumes together;
" but some time God will send for me,
and then I will send my books home
and say I am Zaidee, and write down
how I have always thought upon
every one of them at home. I wonder
why I did not die when I was so near
it ; but next time God will take me
away."
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With this conclusion Zaidee so-
lemnly put away these her posses-
sions— wiped from her eyes the dew
which was not positive tears — and,
closing her secret world, with all that
belonged to it, went away to be Mary
Cumberland's companion in the other
world below stairs, where Mr Cum-
berland was experimenting on his
galvanic battery, and Mrs Cumber-
land making observations on a new
poem — where Mary "practised," and
Aunt Burtonshaw did Berlin work —
and where no one had ever heard of
Grandfather Vivian, or was aware of
such a place as the Grange.
CHAPTER XXX.— A PAIR OF FRIENDS.
After this a gradual change came
upon Zaidee's life. Her mind began
to grow, and her frame to develop.
Mr Cumberland's philosophy and his
wife's aesthetics both came in to lend
something to the unconscious and in-
voluntary culture of the stranger
within their gates. These pranks of
science and mad theories gave what
was in them of truth, exaggerated or
overlaid, to the simple eye which
looked upon them trustfully through
the pure daylight of nature ; and those
romances which made Mrs Cumber-
land highflown, were sweet and harm-
less to the fancy of Zaidee, who needed
no extravagance to display her appre-
ciation of the loftiest art. Mary Cum-
berland's firm standard of good sense
did not answer this visionary girl, who
never transgressed its laws, yet went
a world beyond them ; and Mary
learned to understand how fudge was
by no means an unfailing synonym
for sentiment, and how sentimentalism
was something quite distinct and se-
parate from the tender human pathos
which belongs to all things striking
deep to the heart. Mrs Cumberland
still made many efforts to teach them
to think, and filled her stores with
" subjects," between which lay gulfs
wide enough to discourage the most
daring leaper, and the young ladies
had no extraordinary success in think-
ing after this fashion; but once re-
leased from the necessity of bringing
up their thoughts to drill, a very re-
spectable amount of meditation came
to be done between them. Quite se-
cure from interruption — with closed
doors, with the womanly excuse of
sewing, which Mary condescended to
for sake of Zaidee's example, and with
even Aunt Burtonshaw out of hear-
ing— many grave and weighty subjects
were discussed by these two girls.
In Mary Cumberland's large sleeping
room, with its little bed by the wall,
its great closed folding-doors, and its
three windows, they sat together in
their private convention as the spring
warmed into summer. The furniture,
though not very small, looked dwarfed
in the distance of those great recesses,
and so large an amount of lofty white
wall gave a vacancy and extent to
this apartment, which was not quite
consistent with our English idea of a
young lady's chamber ; but the trees
shake out their opening leaves upon
the windows, the sunshine comes in,
and throws a long radiant line over
the white and empty floor. Yonder
is the tower of the Dom rising high
towards those fleecy showery clouds
which speck the serene blue overhead
— the chiming of the cathedral bells
strikes now and then through the air,
which always tingles with the way-
faring of this swift-footed Danube
passing by. And here the two girls
are content to sit for hours, working
at their needle, talking of every sub-
ject under heaven. The one of them,
who has perceptions of a more every-
day character than those of the other,
piques herself a little on her expe-
rience and knowledge of the world ;
but the world, an undiscovered wil-
26
Zaidee: a Romance.— Part VIII.
derness, lies far away from these
budded flowers— these children who
are women, yet children still. In the
boldness of their innocence they stray
into wonderful speculations, and plan
such futures as never yet existed —
then sink their young sweet voices,"to
talk with a hushed and reverential
earnestness of matters which no one
directs them to — the holy mysteries
of heaven. In their fearless and un-
shackled communion there is nothing
too deep or too great for these com-
panions to touch upon ; and the Saxon
beauty of Mary Cumberland — her
thick curls of fair hair, and well-
developed womanly figure, and coun-
tenance, where everything is fair, and
clear, and full of sunshine — does not
differ more from that brown expres-
sive face, which is already changing
into what it'shall be — from that pliant
jshadowy figure, with movements as
quick as those of a savage — than the
mind of Mary differs from Zaidee's
mind. But the same sunshine falls
over them — the same sweet influence,
the common dew of youth, is on the
friends. There is no path so high but
they will glance across it, as they sit
with their woman's work between
them — none too dangerous for their
innocence to venture upon. When
they know little of the way, they go
wondering, and telling each other what
their wonder is ; and now and then
they stop to count the chimes, and
Zaidee's eye follows that noble line of
building up into the sunny heavens ;
and they sigh when necessity, in the
shape of old Jane Williams, summons
them to other occupations than the
sewing about which they have been
so busy. Commendable as this in-
dustry is, it comes sadly in the way
of accomplishments, and Mary's
"practising" grows rather tiresome
to Mary. Independent of all other
inducements, this young lady has a
liking for talk, and bears her part in
it always with spirit ; and there are
no hours so pleasant to these com-
panions as the hours they spend in
Mary's room.
To Mrs Burtonshaw there is some-
thing extremely puzzling in this sud-
den industry. She thinks sewing a
most laudable occupation, and was
delighted for the first few days, but
so long a persistence puts her out of
[July,
her reckoning. " Not tired yet,
Mary ? " says Mrs Burtonshaw.
" When I was like you — though I
am very fond of it now — I hated the
sight of needle and thread. I think
it is time for your practising, my love.
See what the dear child has done,
Maria Anna. All this — and this —
since the beginning of the week! —
and Elizabeth Francis the same.
When we were young, we had a pre-
sent to encourage us when we did
well. They thought it a great thing
to make us industrious when we were
young."
f I would a great deal rather they
spent their time in improving their
mind," said Mrs Cumberland. '* A ser-
vant could do all that for me ; but no
one can make Mary a refined woman
unless she chooses to apply herself —
nor you either, Elizabeth, my dear :
come here, and I will give you a book
to read, and put that stupid sewing
away."
" You are only discouraging the
children, Maria Anna," said Mrs
Burtonshaw, with displeasure. " It is
not stupid sewing — it is very nicely
done, I assure you ; and I am sure I
think it a great deal more sensible
employment than what you call im-
proving their mind."
" These girls only puzzle you, sis-
ter Burtonshaw," says Mr .Cumber-
land, who sits at the lower end of
this universal apartment, among the
gilded chairs and marble side-tables,
arranging his battery : u they only
get together to gossip ; they care no
more for your sewing than I do. They
are like all you women — they love to
lay their heads together and discuss
their neighbours. By the way, I
wonder what effect the phrenological
cap would have on this propensity.
Young heads — fine development — a
slight pressure on ideality to reduce it;
another on language ; and a corre-
sponding elevation for benevolence.
Not the least pain or confinement,
sister Burtonshaw — not the slightest;
the gentlest administration of moral
discipline that ever was invented.
I'll see about these caps presently.
If we return to England, their minds
will require to be fortified. A good
idea — I am glad it occurred to me —
a beautiful experiment ! I'll have it
in universal use before a year is out."
1855.]
Zaidee : a Romance. — Part VIII.
27
" Put iron caps on their heads, Mr
Cumberland!" cried Mrs Burtonshaw
with a scream of horror. u We had
steel collars in my day, and they say
that was barbarous, though it was only
for the shoulders. My dears, I will
never let it be !"
" Pooh ! nonsense. Your steel
collars were only physical ; this is to
insure a good conformation to the
mind" said the philosopher, who was
already making models with paper
and scissors. u Suspend your judg-
ment, sister Burtonshaw. Wait and
see."
This new project was disturbed by
the arrival of letters from England.
Every one, then, had some news to
tell. Mrs Burtonshaw's intelligence
was that her friend, and Zaidee's
friend, Mrs Lancaster, was dead ;
and the kind-hearted good woman re-
tired to her own apartment to devote
an hour's lamentation and a few
honest tears to her old companion's
memory. Mr Cumberland returned
to his machinery. Great havoc, and
an infinite quantity of fright and
hysterics, this startling machine had
brought into the household. Almost
every individual in Ulm who could be
brought to consent to it, had received
a " shock" from the domestic demon ;
and if many cures were not wrought
by galvanism in the Danubian city,
it was no fault of the English resident,
who presided over it with ardent phi-
lanthropy, and dispensed its beneficial
influences with a willing hand.
And Mr Cumberland, who talked
now of returning to England, had quite
given up his prospective paradise in
the South Seas. The phrenological
cap was nothing to a Polynesian,
banishment, and Mary was gracious,
and only laughed at the threatened
infliction.
And thus ran on the altered life of
Zaidee. She was already one of this
household — a child of the family, re-
ceived warmly into its heart. The
world was not a cruel world to this
poor little exile of love ; and as the
child silently gave place to the woman,
the years and the hours brought grace,
and tenderness, and unexpected gifts
of fortune, enriching Zaidee Vivian's
youthful life.
CHAPTER XXXI. — THE CURATE S WIFE.
Time, which went on slowly with
the household on the banks of the
Danube, did not move more rapidly
under the shelter of the hill of Briar-
ford. All the little eddies of excite-
ment had long since passed away
from the quiet waters there. Except in
the Grange, people had ceased to re-
member Zaidee Vivian, or to talk of
her strange disappearance. Instead
of that, everybody was concerned and
sympathetic for the failing health and
woe-begone looks of poor Mrs Green,
the Curate's wife. Was her husband
good to her, strangers wondered, who
did not know the clumsy but genuine
kindness of the perplexed Curate ;
and neighbours nearer at hand con-
cluded her to be in a hopeless con-
sumption— a "decline," which nothing
could arrest. Good Mrs Wyburgh
went a toilsome journey to her own
cosy kitchen, to superintend the mak-
ing of good things for this poor help-
less invalid, to whom and to whose
unregulated servant the noble art of
cookery was almost unknown; and
compassionate young ladies knitted
warm cuifs and jackets for the fading
Angelina, to whose pale cheeks the
Cheshire wind brought no roses. The
cottage matrons shook their heads
and said, " She'll not be long here,
poor soul," as Mrs Green took her
languid walk with her book of poetry
past their doors. The good Curate,
who loved the helpless creature de-
pendent on him, and who was by no
means exacting in his personal re-
quirements, was struck to the heart
with fear and anxiety for his droop-
ing wife. His uncouth cares and at-
tentions were pathetic in their clum-
siness. She was no great type of a
woman, this poor Angelina; but she
was his, and he cherished her. She
cried weakly over his tenderness many
a day when she was alone, but had
never courage to unbosom herself;
and Angelina was rather glad to re-
sign herself a pensive martyr to her
illness and her danger, and to feel
what a sublime sacrifice she was mak-
ing to her absent friend. But these
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lofty thoughts were only occasional.
For the most part she bemoaned her-
self helplessly, and cried over those
pages ' in her poetry-book — and they
were many — which discoursed of
blighted lives and broken hearts.
That she always cried at the name of
Zaidee, was nothing, because she
cried so much. " A Niobe all tears"
awaited good John Green when he
came home from his labours, and a
suppressed sob woke him in the
morning. Many futile endeavours
which he made to get at the cause of
this mysterious melancholy, only clos-
ed with more pertinacious terror the
burdened heart of his wife. Every
day made her disclosure more impos-
sible. UI might have told him at
the time — I dare not tell him now,"
sobbed the frightened Angelina ; and
the Curate was driven into desperate
theories touching the weakness of
womankind, to account for the in-
comprehensible weakness of this one
who had fallen to his especial lot.
In the spring of the year after
Zaidee's disappearance, when Zaidee
was safely disposed of in Ulm, and
far from that dreaded pool which An-
gelina shuddered to pass, and which
haunted her dreams, the good Curate
came home in great glee one morning
to tell his wife how an application he
had made without her knowledge for
a curacy in the south had been so
much more than successful, that he
was now vicar-elect of a small parish
in Devonshire, with an income more
than doubled, and the most beautiful
house in the world. " We must
have no more pale faces, Lina," said
the Rev. John, patting the poor
cheek, washed by so many tears, with
his great kind finger. " We can
afford a little chaise of our own now,
to drive you about in, and the sweet
air of Devon will soon set you up, my
dear." Poor Angelina's secret had
almost burst from her at that moment.
She was ready to throw herself on her
knees and confess her sins to him ;
but she drew back again, poor fool,
and was miserable a little longer;
while he, good man, went about all
his arrangements for removal — those
arrangements which she could only
cry over her uselessness in — and
worked like a porter, when the time
came for packing, with the most inno-
cent glee imaginable, and no thought
of infringed dignity. They left Briar-
ford in the early summer weather,
when the rugged little hill was burst-
ing into its glory of furze blossoms,
and all the hedgerows were white
with May. This season was full of
the sweetest showery freshness, the
gayest gales, and most exulting sun-
shine in boisterous Cheshire ; and
good John Green directed the tearful
eyes of Angelina to the brightness
here, and jo}7fully wondered what it
would be in Devon, when even in this
place of winds the radiance was so
warm and sweet.
But not the vicarage, which was
the most beautiful of vicarages — not
the soft climate of Devonshire, the
novel country — nor scarcely even
another prospect she had, could suf-
fice to lighten the burden of this de-
voted victim of friendship. The Rev.
John was disappointed, but persever-
ed with inexhaustible patience. Then
came a time when Angelina had ra-
tional occasion to be ill without any
intervention of sentimental blight or
heartbreak. She was very ill, this
poor young wife — so ill that she was
not conscious when she became a
mother, and did not hear that sweet-
est of all discords, the baby-cry of a
new life. When she woke, exhausted
and feeble, and opened her dim eyes
to the light, it was to see her loving
clumsy husband holding her baby to
her — the tenderest and most awkward
of nurses. Poor Angelina ! her guil-
tiness rushed back upon her as the
little one was laid into her arms. It
was a woman's heart still, though a
weak one, which fluttered against her
breast, where the sweet baby breath
rose and fell with such a helpless se-
curity. It was no longer " Mr Green"
who knelt before her, with his face
all joy and triumph: it was "baby's
papa " — her child's father ; and An-
gelina's terrors and precautions yield-
ed to the flood of her full heart. Pro-
tected by her infant, she told him her
guiltiness, and cried a little, but was
bold, and bore out this dreadful or-
deal. The Rev, John was much too
happy to be very severe. He pitied
his weak wife for all her sufferings,
and, though shocked and distressed,
had no condemnation for her. Baby,
with its small slumbering face, and
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tiny hand thrown out already upon its
mother's breast, covered with a shield
of mighty defence the feeble Angelina.
Good Mr Green, he was so reverent
of the little one in its helplessness,
and felt its baby state and serenity so
far superior to all the nurse's expe-
dients to amuse the unamusable in-
fant, that Angelina herself took dig-
nity from this little existence one day
old. He wept himself when he went
down stairs into his study — wept a
few great tears of joy and wondering
thankfulness. His wife was restored
to him, and he had a child. This
good heart could not keep itself arti-
culate for joy and wonder. No — An-
gelina was by no means a distinguish-
ed representative of womanhood, and
the baby, perhaps, was not so pretty
as your baby or mine — but they were
his, and they were everything to him.
After that it was astonishing to
see how rapidly Angelina recovered.
Having cast off her burden upon her
husband, she and her baby throve
together with an equal progress. His
wife in her pretty, fresh, invalid cap,
with her baby in her arms, and no
more tears, was something as new as
it was delightful to good John Green.
He said nothing about the confession
for many days. He never either
looked or spoke one allusion to it, in-
deed, till Angelina was once more
established in the little drawing-room,
which had never been so bright as
now. Then, when he had placed her
in the easiest chair, and drawn her
seat towards the window that she
might look out upon the autumn fo-
liage, bright in its many- coloured
vestments, Mr Green spoke.
" When yon are so well now, Lina,
and baby all right, the little rogue, I
think perhaps I had better start to-
morrow."
" Start to-morrow! — where?" cried
Angelina, with a momentary pause.
Gentle as was the tone of the Rev.
John, his wife had an incipient dread
that he was about to betray her.
" My dear, for Briarford," said the
good man, firmly. " I do not blame
you for being so long of telling me.
I am sure, my poor Lina, you your-
self see how wrong it was,- but now,
of course, I cannot lose any time in
letting the Vivians know. A whole
year is lost already ; and, with the clue
I have, I cannot be easy till I have
found some trace of this poor child."
" Oh, Mr Green ! " cried Angelina,
with tears, u she will destroy herself
if you try to take her home."
u My dear, I am not Mr Green,"
said the Rev. John, attempting to be
playful. " If I find her, I will take
care she does not destroy herself."
" But John, John ! papa ! "
" Hush, Lina," said the Vicar,
gravely interrupting her entreaty, in
spite of the powerful argument of this
name — " I must do my duty. Take
care of yourself, and be cautious till I
come back. You must mind your
health now, for baby's sake as well as
for mine, and leave all this business
in my hands. Hush, Lina, there is
nothing more to say."
And the next morning Mr Green
left his wife, once more weeping, and
drove away in the pony chaise. But
when the chaise came back, Angelina
was able to take a drive with baby
and nurse ; and though she blushed,
and was inclined to cry again for
shame when her friendly visitors
asked where Mr Green had gone, yet
by-and-by she came to be quite com-
posed ; and, thankful that she had no
chance of encountering the Vivians,
committed the responsibility content-
edly into her husband's hands. She
had no longer any leisure to read
books of poetry. She began to cut
down her white muslin gowns and
make frocks for baby — to glance at
the pages of her old new cookery
books— to set her house in order, as
well as she knew how, to the much
amazement of her spoilt housemaid.
Angelina had found herself quite mis-
taken in one vocation. She had to be-
gin to be the Vicar's wife and baby's
mother now.
CHAPTER XXXTL— THE GRANGE.
The Rev. John Green drove along
the road to Briarford in his hired gig,
with feelings strangely mingled. Re-
gard for his old residence, pleasure
at the kindly recognition which some
of his old parishioners gave him, and
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[July,
the certain hope of steady happiness
with which he remembered the change
which had befallen him at home, were
scarcely enough to neutralise the dis-
agreeable feelings with which he
looked forward to this visit. He did
not like to say — he did not like to
think — how silly and how weak his
wife had been. He neither wished
to accuse her, nor to make it appear
that he himself had been an accessary
to her foolishness ; and he feared the
natural indignation of those anxious
friends from whom this intelligence
had been kept so long— long enough,
perhaps, to make it useless — for he
had himself made some inquiries as he
passed through London. Eager to
have it over, yet reluctant, he trotted
along in the indifferent vehicle, which
was much less agreeable to the vicar
of Newton Magna, who had a pony
chaise of his own, than it was to the
curate of Briarford, who knew of no
such luxury. The turnpike gate
swung open before the well-known
face of " our old curate ; " and Mr
Green alighted, and climbed the hilly
pathway, following close upon a slim
young gentleman in black, who pushed
on against the wind at a pace which
proved him to have no disagreeable
anticipations in his visit to the Grange.
It was not Mr Powis, who now car-
ried his fascinations to market in quite
a different quarter. Mr Green strode
on with his swinging pace, admiring
the gloss of the clerical coat before him,
which had no heavy divinity in its
pockets to drag it out of proportion.
u The new curate," he said to himself,
raising his eyebrows — for Mr Green
had been a vicar for six months, and
already, though quite unconscious of
his weakness, looked down a little
upon the lower grade of reverend
brethren.
The young man went upon his way
with such evident use and good plea-
sure, that the vicar of Newton
Magna, following after, shook his
head, and wondered that Mrs Vivian
did not think it dangerous, with her
unmarried daughters, to have "a
poor curate " familiar in her house.
But the Rev. John had soon enough
to do, realising how Mrs Vivian would
look upon himself and his errand,
and thinking of the agitation, and
perhaps fruitless hope, which he
should bring to the family. Involun-
tarily his steps slackened as he drew
near the door. When he had reached
it, he lingered, looking upon that
familiar landscape. Yonder lie all
those changeless Cheshire fields.
Yonder is the tawny line of sea, the
yellow sandbanks, the horizon, with
its blue mountains of cloud. There
the tower of Briarford Church, the
roof of the vicarage, the smoke as-
cending from the village fires, the long
lines of road leading seaward — lead-
ing far into the sky. Here is the old
family dwelling-place, with the last
water-lily floating in the moat — the
lawn like velvet — the old thorn- trees
heavy with their scarlet berries.
Where is Zaidee ? where is Philip ? —
the poor supplanting heiress — the
natural heir and head of the house.
Angelina! Angelina! be thankful
that you are safe in Newton Magna,
with baby and nurse, and the new
frocks, which it is so hard to cut.
The Rev. John has a storm in his
face, and groans aloud. You might
weep torrents and not melt him, if he
had you here.
The drawing-room of the Grange
is perhaps in better order than it used
to be. There are not half so many
young-lady materials. The writing-
table in the corner bears no longer
any trace of the litter which Percy,
his mother said, always left behind
him ; and Philip's newspaper has not
been thrown down this morning on
the table. Mr Green thinks it looks
colder than it used to do — more pre-
cise— less a populated place. In the
great window, looking to the front,
sits Margaret, and the light falls
down full and clear, but with a chilly
tone, upon the pale face which you
can only see in profile, and on the
white hands which hold her booki
Mrs Vivian is in her high easy- chair,
with her snowy shawl of Shetland
lace hanging over it, and a book of
accounts upon her little table. The
young clergyman has arrived before
his suspicious brother, and quite real-
ises Mr Green's suspicion as he ap-
pears now, seated by Sophy's side,
talking in an under-tone. Sophy's
pretty face varies with the conver-
sation from gravity to laughter, and
there is a running accompaniment of
smiles and blushes, quite enough to
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justify Aunt Blundell in particular in-
quiries into the prospects, means,
and connections of Mr Wy burgh's
curate. The library door is closed,
the young ladies' -room no longer
throws its glimmer of warm light
into the larger apartment, and there
seems a great deal of space to spare
in this great drawing-room, from
which half of its inmates have been
scattered. Mrs Vivian, closing her
account-book, rises with hospitable
alertness, and holds out her hand, as
she welcomes warmly the old friend
of the house.
41 Let me speak to you alone," says
good Mr Green, clearing his throat.
He is very anxious not to be abrupt,
to tell his tale gently, but is far from
confident that he will be able. " I
have something of importance to say
to you — news. Pray let me speak to
you alone."
Mrs Vivian's face clouded over.
"What is it?— Philip?— Percy ? —
some disaster," cried the mother of
these absent sons. She grasped his
great hand, and held it fast with her
small nervous ones. " Tell me all at
once. I had rather hear it all."
" It is no disaster," said the Rev.
John with a subdued groan. u It is
neither Philip nor Percy — but good
news — good news. Let me speak to
you alone."
With such a darting rapid motion,
that the Vicar of Newton Magna be-
came more confused than ever, poor
Zaidee's fairy godmother introduced
him into the vacant library. While
he lumbered along in search of a seat,
she drew a heavy chair to the table
for him, and seated herself in another.
" Now, Mr Green," said Mrs Vivian.
She was only half satisfied that he did
not come to intimate some great mis-
fortune to her.
Poor Mr Green ! guiltless sufferer as
he had been so long, he was the cul-
prit now. He cleared his throat — grew
red and confused — and at last burst
into the subject over head and ears.
" My wife knows where your niece
Zaidee fled to — my wife was in her
confidence — there! Angelina has been
very foolish, very wrong, but I cannot
bear to hear her blamed. I have only
waited long enough to see her health
re-established before I came to tell
you. I am grieved beyond measure.
Had she spoken in time, she might
have saved you all your anxiety, and
rescued this poor child."
Mrs Vivian, interrupting him, rising
from her seat with an outcry of joy —
" Zaidee ! can you tell us of Zaidee ?
where she is ? where we can find her ?
I will not blame your wife — I will
thank you for ever. Where is my
poor Zaidee? Tell me where she is."
But the Vicar shook his head des-
pondingly. " She went to a Mrs
Disbrowe, whose daughters had been
at school with Lina. She went as
nursery-governess. They had her for
two or three months, and then she
went away.'1
" She went away," said Mrs Vivian,
unconsciously repeating what he said,
— " where is she now ? "
But Mr Green shook his head once
more. " I made no further inquiries
till I had your authority ; but Mrs
Disbrowe knew nothing of her. She
went abroad. Now that I have seen
you, I will return to London. I will
try every means. My poor wife ! I
feel how much she has been to blame."
" Went abroad ?" cried Mrs Vivian.
" Why did she go abroad ? When ?
— with whom ? And why did a woman
who had children, suffer my orphan to
stray further away?"
" Mrs Disbrowe tells me she went
with a lady to be a companion. I
cannot tell where — she does not know,"
said the Rev. John, who was very
humble. " The lady is dead who was
the means of Zaidee's going away. No
one even knows the name of the per-
son she is with : they had no right to
interfere. But I will return at once.
I feel it is all Angelina's blame."
" And Philip is in India, and Ber-
nard is abroad, and Percy is with his
brother-in-law. Do not speak to me
of Angelina!" exclaimed Mrs Vivian,
with a gesture of impatience, " there
will be time enough to speak of the
past ; it is the present moment that is
of importance. I will go with you my-
self to-night."
" The fatigue is too much for you,"
began the Rev. John.
Mrs Vivian only answered with
another impatient motion of her hand,
and beckoned him to follow her into
the drawing-room. In half-a-dozen
words she told Margaret, and left her
to inform the amazed Sophy, who by
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this time had been roused from her
more agreeable occupation. Then the
rapid old lady left the room. Uncer-
tain and undecided, Mr Green lingered,
repeating his story to the younger
ladies, who pressed upon him to hear
it. As he spoke, they brought re-
freshments to him with their own
hands, and pressed him to eat. The
good Vicar was nothing loth, but he
had only half begun when the door
opened, and Mrs Vivian made her ap-
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pearance in a travelling -dress, and
with a face so full of speed and energy
that Mr Green paused in his im-
promptu meal, at the first glimpse of
the fairy godmother, who seemed
about to fly off at once in her aerial
carriage. But Mrs Vivian was con-
tent to substitute the hired gig for her
pumpkin coach, and in less than an
hour she had given her farewell direc-
tions, and was hastening fast upon
the London road.
CHAPTER XXXIII.— MRS VIVIAN'S JOURNEY.
More speedy than it could have
been without her prompt and rapid
guidance, was the express journey by
night which carried Mrs Vivian and
her reverend companion to London.
The good Vicar looked on in wonder
from within the high collars of his
overcoat upon that small delicate
figure, enveloped in a great mantle,
which filled the opposite corner of
the carriage in which they dashed
along through the gloom of midnight.
Mr Green had known Mrs Vivian
only as the Lady of the Manor, some-
thing fastidious and rather dignified ;
and by way of making the best of
Angelina, it is certain that the Rev.
John had been betrayed into a little
kindly contempt for the whole feminine
community. But the Rev. John, with
all his anxiety to recover the lost
Zaidee, and so, as far as possible,
exonerate his wife, was not prepared
for this breathless race of inquiry.
The good man felt himself seized
upon by something stronger than he
was — an anxiety which, very different
from his own, took this matter as an
affair of life and death. With curious
interest he watched his companion
in the unsteady light of the railway
carriage. She never spoke and
scarcely moved, but sat still in her
corner— her entire figure mufHe'd in
her cloak, listening to the clanging,
deafening strides with which their
rapid journey proceeded, and travel-
ling faster in her thoughts than even
the headlong pace at which this great
conveyance travelled. He could see
her steady face as the faint light
swung above them, and their carriage
vibrated with the gigantic impulse
which bore it on. She was looking
out always into the darkness. He
could see her mind was impatient and
chafing at the tedious journey, rapid
though the journey was. The Rev.
John relapsed into his overcoat, and
made a vain effort to go to sleep ;
but it was quite impossible to sleep
within sight of this little lady's wake-
ful eyes.
They arrived in London at an hour
much too early to disturb the slum-
bers of Bedford Place, and Mr Green
was thankful to be permitted an
hour's rest and a hasty breakfast.
The Rev. John shrugged his shoulders
and sighed for Angelina. The fairy
godmother hurried the good Vicar off
his equilibrium ; he could scarcely
have been more discomposed had she
invited him to an aerial drive in the
pumpkin coach. When at last it was
possible to proceed to their destina-
tion, they found Mrs Disbrowe in
her fresh pink ribbons and thrifty
black satin gown, not expecting
visitors, but quite prepared for them.
Mrs Vivian did not estimate very
highly the fashion of Bedford Place.
Its well-preserved.1 carpets and expe-
dients of thrift were new to the
country lady. u My poor Zaidee ! "
she said to herself, as she entered the
drab drawing-room, where Minnie
Disbrowe, exceedingly curious, kept
mamma company. Mrs Vivian did
not know that this drab drawing-
room, with its dark green trimmings,
was quite another sphere from the
nursery and the spare bedroom in
which Miss Francis spent her medi-
tative days.
Mr Green was already slightly
known to Mrs Disbrowe by his former
visit. Mrs Vivian, however, had no
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recollection of Mr Green, and prompt-
ly took the matter into her own
hands.
" Only yesterday I heard that my
dear little niece had been here," said
Mrs Vivian. " You had not ob-
served our advertisements. We tried
every means to find her. Tell me, I
beseech you, where my poor Zaidee
has gone."
" Zaidee ! I said there was a Z
on her handkerchiefs ! " cried Minnie
in an under-tone of triumph.
" The lady means Miss Francis,
I have no doubt," said Mrs Disbrowe,
looking to the Vicar, who towered
over little Mrs Vivian. " I sympa-
thise very much with your anxiety.
I cannot tell where to find her, but I
will tell you all I can. The lady
is" — and Mrs Disbrowe again looked
for explanation to Mr Green.
u Mrs Vivian of the Grange," said
the good man, who felt himself en-
tirely thrown into the background.
Then he sat down with resignation
behind his "principal," content to
listen, since nothing else was left for
him to do.
" Miss Francis came to me about a
year ago — just a year ago — before my
(laughter was married," said Mrs
Disbrowe. " I was surprised to find
her so young, but felt interested in
her, and did all I could to give her
authority in my nursery. The chil-
dren are well- grown," said Mrs Dis-
browe, apologetically, — u and they
were so much accustomed to their
sister. To my great regret they
would not pay attention to Miss
Francis."
" Miss Francis 1 Will you do me
the favour to say Miss Vivian ? " said
Zaidee's fairy godmother, with a little
impatience. " Zaidee must have
taken this from her father's Christian
name. Frank Vivian's daughter ! I
beg your pardon. The idea is so
painful to me."
u I did what I could to prevent her
life being painful to her while she was
with us," said Mrs Disbrowe, point-
edly. u Miss Francis — pardon me, /
knew her by no other name — was
assured of my kind feeling and interest
in her, I know. Indeed, the young
lady remained with us, after it was
quite apparent that she could not be
my nursery governess. Then, while
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visiting my daughter, she saw a lady
connected with us by marriage — Mrs
Lancaster, who was stepmother to
Mr Edward Lancaster, my son-in-
law. Mrs Lancaster had" a friend
staying in her house, who was anxious
to carry abroad with her a companion
for a young lady. They thought Miss
Francis a suitable person, and Mrs
Lancaster came to me to make in-
quiries. Of course what I said was
satisfactory to her, and her character
was satisfactory to me. It did not
occur to me to make any inquiries
about her friend. I was glad to see
Miss Francis provided for. I am
quite certain they went abroad ; but
where, or who the lady was, I am ex-
tremely sorry I cannot tell."
u But surely some one knows,"
said Mrs Vivian, hastily. " Some one
had more curiosity — felt more in-
terest? You do not mean that there
is no clue to trace my poor Zaidee by?
— absolutely none ? It is impossible.
I cannot tell you how important it is
to us. My poor child's character and
happiness may be involved. Our hon-
our as a family is pledged to find her.
I beg of you to give me some guidance
— some clue. I cannot go home with-
out accomplishing something. Can
no one else tell me where she is ? "
Mrs Disbrowe drew herself up a
little. Mrs Vivian could not quite
help looking the great lady, nor being
dismayed to hear of Frank Vivian's
daughter as a companion and nursery
governess ; and though she would have
been glad only yesterday of so much
intelligence, Mrs Vivian could not
keep herself from being almost angry
with her informant now. " To let
her go without an inquiry ! with no-
thing to trace her by ! " Mrs Vivian
exclaimed indignantly within herself;
while Mrs Disbrowe, wrho was con-
scious of having done a great deal for
Zaidee, was naturally still more in-
dignant with this questioning.
" I am sorry I cannot give you in-
formation which I do not possess,"
said Mrs Disbrowe, coldly. "My
son-in-law might have been of some
assistance perhaps, but he has gone
to Jamaica, to look after some valu-
able property left to him there under
his father's will, in which his father's
widow had a life interest. It is quite
uncertain when Edward may return,
c
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[July,
and he might not be able to help you
if he were here ; but I am much occu-
pied with my own large family. I
was not very intimate with Mrs
Lancaster, and I really know nothing
of her friends. Neither did I think,
if Miss Francis was satisfied, that I
had any right to interfere," continued
Mrs Disbrowe, still more on her de-
fence. u I had no title to take upon
me the duties which her relations did
not concern themselves about."
" Her relations tried every means
to find her," cried Mrs Vivian. "She
went away from us out of the purest
generosity — folly — the most perfect
affection for us all. To lose this un-
expected hope will be like losing
Zaidee once again. Can you do no-
thing for me ? Pardon me if I do not
thank you for the kindness I am sure
you have shown her. I can think of
nothing but Zaidee. My poor child !
My poor child ! "
Mrs Disbrowe's offended dignity
was appeased. She promised to write
to her son-in-law forthwith, and fur-
nished her impatient visitor, who
could not be satisfied with this deputy
inquiry, with his address, that she
might herself write to him. She pro-
mised to set out immediately to find,
if possible, one of Mrs Lancaster's
servants. She expressed her deep
regret that she had not known sooner
— that Mrs Green had given her no
hint of the young stranger's identity.
Mr Green, sitting behind Mrs Vivian,
shrugged his shoulders, and made a
wry face, but said nothing. Angelina
was spared on all hands ; no one
awarded her her due of condemnation ;
but the Rev. John profited little by
this forbearance, as he was perpetually
on the watch for the reproach which
never came, and perpetually suggesting
to himself a different turn to this and
that sentence. Then he was anxious
ajbout this poor wife of his, whom he
himself clung to the more, because
she was condemned by others. He
asked what further use he could be
to Mrs Vivian ; and she, glad to be
left at liberty, made no claim upon
his services. So the Vicar of Newton
Magna washed his hands of Zaidee
Vivian, hoping never to hear more of
her than that she was brought home
in safety, and, with pleasant thoughts
of baby, and much tenderness for his
culprit wife, set off on his road home-
ward, where we leave him now and
finally ; and Mrs Vivian pursued her
search alone.
CHAPTER XXXIV. — FAILURE.
But Mrs Disbrowe cannot find Mrs
Lancaster's servant. Mrs Vivian, tan-
talised with vain hope, can only make
fruitless expeditions to Bedford Place,
to Percy's closed-up chambers, and,
in this sudden change of habits and
lack of comforts, grows feverish with
the vain endeavours which she never
personally took part in before. There
is nothing for it now but to wait till
Mr Edward Lancaster is heard of, to
see if he can throw any light upon
this darkness. Mrs Vivian must go
home ; but Margaret and Sophy write
so anxiously, yet so confidently, of
poor Zaidee — sending messages to her
even, and telling of a great parcel
they have made up of wrappers and
cloaks for the journey, that their mo-
ther almost fears to return to them
with her disappointment. Another
idea strikes the retired but not world-
forgetting mistress of the Grange.
Captain Bernard, Elizabeth, and Percy
are surprised at their breakfast-table
in Brussels, not many mornings after,
by the unexpected appearance of Mrs
Vivian. A very few words are enough
to make them partakers of her anxi-
ety. Zaidee is on the Continent ! —
Zaidee may be near them ! All-for-
getful of how vast that Continent is,
Percy dashes out, like an impetuous
youth — bursts from the great gates
of the Hotel de Suede, and loses him-
self in these interminable streets, look-
ing into every face and every window.
"How absurd!" he says, as with
difficulty he finds his way back again.
But it is strange how often this ab-
surdity is repeated before the day is
done. The most strange and feverish
excitement rises among them. They
are loth to leave Belgium, where
there are so many towns in the beaten
track of the wandering English ; and
Captain Bernard speaks of the Rhine,
and Elizabeth of the sunny south of
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France. They cannot tell where to
move — to their right hand or to their
left. Zaidee may be almost within
hearing of them, or she may be a
thousand miles away. They reverse
all their plans on the instant, and be-
gin to travel once more — with an
object, and with many inquiries — till
winter has come only too sensibly —
till Margaret and Sophy call earnestly
for their mother — and till Colonel Mor-
ton has more than once written per-
emptory letters, summoning home his
son. Percy, too, loses time in those
grave and valuable studies of his.
They are obliged to submit, with heavy
hearts ; and in November, in boisterous
weather, they at last set out for home.
In all their journeys they cannot pass
a figure like hers; but they are struck
with the hope that it may be Zaidee ;
and many times, flying along at rail-
way speed, Percy, who is fanciful and
quick- sighted, catches a momentary
glimpse of some dark face by the way-
side, and, when they reach a halting-
place, would fain turn back to see.
It is therefore with much dissatisfac-
tion of mind, and with many doubts
that they may have passed close by
her present shelter, that they consent
to return, with no further news of
Zaidee. Their anxiety, which had
been in a measure calmed by time
and by the fruitlessness of all their
exertions, has returned in tenfold
strength. Renewed advertisements,
renewed endeavours, keep the flame
alive. Angelina's secret, in departing
from herself, has come to overshadow
them with a double cloud. Again they
think of nothing but Zaidee — and
Zaidee is nowhere to be found.
After a long delay, Mr Edward
Lancaster answers the letter of Mrs
Vivian. Mrs Lancaster had a multi-
tude of friends, writes Mr Edward —
half the old ladies in the kingdom, he
believes, were acquainted with his
stepmother — but he cannot tell, upon
his honour, what particular old lady
this may be. He had seen little of
Mrs Lancaster during the last year of
her life ; in fact, his wife and she did
not pull well together, and they had
little or no intercourse. He is ex-
tremely sorry ; but the fact is, he has
not the remotest idea who the old lady
can be whom they are looking for. In
his postscript, however, Mr Edward
kindly adds a list of old ladies — a
few names with addresses, but most
without — which he heads, " Some
of Mrs Lancaster's friends." It is
just possible — it may be one of
these.
As these old ladies — all who have
addresses — live in London, Percy
must leave the Temple, and his most
important and weighty studies, to
seek them out, — a task which Percy
sets about with exemplary earnest-
ness. Some of the old ladies are in-
terested— some a little affronted —
many astonished : they cannot tell
why they should be applied to, of all
the people in the world. One of them
thinks she has heard Mrs Lancaster
speak of Miss Francis. Is not Miss
Francis that interesting creature who
was so sadly deformed ? Some acci-
dent in her youth, the old lady be-
lieves— she who wore spectacles, and
worked cross-stitch like an angel?
No ? — then the old lady knows no
other Miss Francis, and is quite con-
vinced that Mrs Lancaster knew no
one whom she herself did not also
know. Another is persuaded that the
lady who went abroad must be Mrs
Cleaver, who settled in Florence. A
young lady went with her, a pretty
fair young creature — she married An-
tony Cleaver six months ago, and
came home, and was very well settled
indeed. Can that be the young lady ?
Percy Vivian, his face flushing with
the pride of descent, says No, abrupt-
ly— it could not be Zaidee, — Zaidee
was dark, and only fourteen years
old, and would never marry an Antony
Cleaver; whereupon the old lady
makes him a curtsey, and says she
cannot pretend to know.
Altogether it is a most unsuccessful
business from first to last ; and the little
party who have been abroad are, each
of them, persuaded that they have
been in personal contact with the ob-
ject of their search, and yet passed
her by. Mrs Vivian is certain that
some one brushed past her in the very
courtyard of the Hotel de Suede, with
the flying step of Zaidee. Elizabeth
is haunted with a vision of one slight
figure standing apart at that midnight
examination of baggage and passports
on the French frontier. Percy is con-
fident she was one of that English
party with those ugly blue shades on,
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[July,
who .looked up at them from a very
little obscure roadside station as they
dashed by on the road to Calais ; and
Captain Bernard knows he saw her
with some children and a bonne in the
gardens of the Tuileries. When he
followed them, the girl disappeared.
" It was impossible to find her again,"
says Captain Bernard. And as they
sit in the drawing-room of the Grange,
Sophy, who is something matter-of-
fact, wipes the tears from her cheeks,
and asks, " Could they all be Zaidee?
Could she be in so many different
places ? Are you sure it was our Za^,
mamma?" At which name Sophy is
once more overpowered, and weeps
again. Angelina might have kept
her secret to herself, for all the good it
has done ; and now that there is lei-
sure to think of her, all these ladies
fall upon Angelina with the bitterest
contempt. " And she has a baby!"
says Mrs Vivian. You would fancy
Mrs Vivian thought it some grand
mistake in Providence, by the tone in
which she speaks ; and they are all
extremely compassionate of poor Mr
Green. The sympathy into which
Angelina deluded them for her imagf-
uary " decline," comes in now to swell
their wrath ; and the young Curate
of Briarford, who is one of the fireside
party, cannot but conclude this Vicar-
ess of Newton Magna to be by no
means a creditable representative of
the Church Establishment, for the
honour of which this very young gentle-
man is jealous above measure. And
it is very well for Mrs Green that she
is no longer solicitous about the favour
of the Grange. The lady of the
Manor could have inflicted a due and
satisfactory punishment upon the
curate's wife of her own parish, but it
is not easy to reach the snug retire-
ment of Newton Magna, where Angeli-
na dresses her baby in extraordinary
frocks of her own making, and the
reverend John smiles upon her with
unfailing indulgence, and thinks the
said frocks astonishing works of art.
It is a small consolation to be indig-
nant— a very small consolation to ex-
press one's opinion of Mrs Green,
however terse and pithy the terms of
this opinion may be ; and the family
heart, awakened from its resignation,
longs for Zaidee, and will not be com-
forted concerning its lost child. In
those winter nights they seem to hear
footsteps climbing the hilly pathway
through the storm and wind ; — they
seem to hear some wandering irreso-
lute stranger coming and going about
the doors and windows, as if afraid,
and yet anxious to seek admittance ;
but when they hurry out on a hundred
messages of search, there is no Zaidee
— there is nothing but the falling
leaves swept up in gusts, and rustling
as they fly past like a flight of winter
birds. Her life in Mrs Disbrowe's is
the constant theme of conversation
among them, and they are all familiar
with the drab- coloured drawing-room
— with Mrs Disbrowe's pink ribbons
and comely face. Zaidee has met with
friends at least — that is a consolation.
She has not been harshly treated by
the world, nor cast abroad altogether
out of its homes. Safe and honour-
able shelter is a great thing to be cer-
tain of, and this she has had from the
very day of her departure. If they
had but known then ! — if they could
but have found her ! — and Mrs Vivian,
and Margaret, and Sophy,end their fire-
side conversation with again a notice of
Angelina, very true if not very flat-
tering. For " fools are never harm-
less," says Mrs Vivian bitterly. And
when they go to rest, it is still with
many thoughts of Zaidee, doubts and
fears, and speculations of restless un-
certainty; for all their inquiries have
come to no result : the lost is more
entirely lost than ever, and the hearts
of her friends are sick with this second
failing of all their hopes.
CHAPTER XXXV. — THE FAMILY FORTUNES.
The family circle of the Grange is
grievously broken now. Instead of
the young Squire and his projected
improvements, those works which were
to quicken the blood in the rural
veins of Briarford, to stimulate the
whole county, and double the rental
of the estate, Mrs Vivian governs
these small domains, as Squire Percy's
wife might be expected to govern them
— though not without a trace that
Squire Philip's mother is also here,
not disposed to reject with utter pre-
judice the innovations sanctioned by
1855.]
her absent boy. The estate goes on
very well under her careful superin-
tendence; and now and then, with
a flash of feminine daring, from
which she retreats hastily in feminine
cowardice, Mrs Vivian dashes at a
morsel of improvement too, and has
it done before she has time to repent.
There is no large young family now,
uncontrolled, and without any neces-
sity for controlling themselves, to
make the Grange an expensive house-
hold ; there are more rooms shut up
in the family dwelling-place than it
is pleasant to reckon, and a great
many expenses curtailed ; for the
family of the Grange consists only of
Margaret and Sophy, who find it very
hard not to be dreary in that great
drawing-room, once so well tenanted.
The young ladies' room, once the
brightest corner of the house, is dull
now, with its fireless hearth, and with
its sweet presiding genius gone ; the
library, cold and vacant, cries aloud
for Philip ; the house echoes only to
those dull sounds which are lightened
no longer by Percy's voice of frolic
and youthful impetuous footstep ; and
Zaidee, whom Sermo seeks continually
as he stalks about through the hall,
and up and down the great staircase,
accosting every one with his wistful
eyes — Zaidee, whose voice was heard
but seldom in the household, is the
most sadly missed of all. The ser-
vants even pine for the old life, and
tell each other how dull it is now in
the Grange.
And Margaret Vivian watches at
those far-seeiug windows, no longer
looking for the approach of any one,
but, with a sad indefinite wistfulness,
tracing those solitary roads as they
disappear far away into the stormy
heaven — watching those great masses
of cloud swept hither and thither
before the wind, the light leaves that
rustle through the air in swarms, and
that stouter foliage which stiffens
on the dwarf oaks in every hedgerow.
No, it is not the Rector of Woodchurch
with whom Margaret's thoughts are
busy. They are not busy with any-
thing ; they are drooping with the
meditative sadness which marks, like
a mental dress of mourning, where the
heartbreak has been, and how it
wears away. She is much too young,
too fresh and human-hearted, to flatter
Mr Powis's vanity by inconsolable
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37
disappointment. She is consoled, but
she is sad. An imaginative and
thoughtful melancholy wraps heaven
and earth for Margaret Vivian. She
has found out the discord in our
mortal music — the jar among all its
harmonies ; and though she does not
favour poetry which treats of blights
and desolations, and is rather less
than more sentimental, Margaret,
whose young life has come to its first
pause, does make a pause at it, and
stays to consider. It is already well
for her fanciful mind that this curb
has come, and by-and-by it will be
better ; so she stands at the window
in the twilight, and no one reproves
her ; the discipline of Providence is
working its own way.
And Margaret works very hard at
her landscapes, and makes portraits
of Briarford ; also, having note of a
new school of painting, begins to study
a bit of greensward so closely that
you can count its blades, and puts in
every leaf upon her dwarfed and
knotted oaks. There is a morsel of
ground ivy in one of her sketches,
which you would say must have been
studied with a microscope, or painted
by some fairy whose eyes were nearer
to it than the eyes of common mortals
are wont to be. But in spite of this,
Margaret cannot get over Zaidee's
criticism. It is quite impossible to
tell what sort of a day it is from that
placid canvass. It is Briarford, but it
is not nature ; and Margaret is as far
as ever from knowing how people
contrive to paint those invisible re-
alities— the air and wind.
Sophy, in the meanwhile, is busy
with her own avocations. Sophy is
greater than ever in Briarford school
— a contriver of holidays and manager
of feasts. Mrs Wy burgh, who is
always glad to share her afternoon
cup of coffee Avith her young visitor,
admires the activity which she is not
able to emulate, and, with her rich
Irish voice, calls Sophy " honey," and
declares she must be a clergyman's
wife. The young Curate of Briarford,
who is a Rev. Reginald Burlington,
as old of blood and pure of race as
Mr Powis himself, was somewhat
inclined to extreme High Churchism
when he came to succeed Mr Green,
and had conscientious doubts on the
subject of clergymen's wives. But
the young gentleman has seen cause
38
to alter his sentiments singularly
within the last few months. Nobody
is known to have argued the question
with him, yet his views are much
ameliorated, and he too strongly coin-
cides with Mrs Wyburgh as to the
special vocation of Sophy Vivian.
But the Rev. Reginald has no pro-
spects to speak of, and Miss Sophy
is not known to admire love in a
cottage ; so the young curate makes
the best of his time by perpetual
visits, and establishes himself, as a
necessity, at the fireside of the Grange,
where Sophy, in spite of herself,
begins to look for him, and to wonde'r
if any chance keeps him away ; and
thus the youthful churchman bides
his time.
And Percy is in the Temple, a law
student, burning his midnight oil not
un frequently, but seldom over the
mystic authorities of his profession.
Percy knows an editor, and writes
verses. Percy, once extremely econo-
mical, begins to unbend a little in his
severity, and intends to make a bril-
liant debut as an author. The youngest
son is full of life, of spirit, of frolic, and
affectionateness when he goes home.
It is as if some one from another
sphere had lighted among them, when
Percy makes a flying visit to the
Grange. Mrs Vivian says it is
a certain thing that he cannot be an
idle student, for he is never happy
without occupation ; for this good
mother does not know what a restless,
brilliant, busy mode of idleness her son
is proficient in. They wonder at his
hosts of friends ; they wonder at his
bright and happy animation, and the
fulness of his undaunted hope. Yes,
though Percy Vivian is a whole year
older — though he has actually begun
life — though he has known a great
family reverse, and will have but a
small portion of worldly goods falling
to his share— Percy, still undismayed,
spurns at the subject world in his
proud, young, triumphant vigour, and
knows no difficulty which was not
made to be conquered.
And Philip is in India. The young
Squire is no ascetic either; he has his
pleasures, as they find, by these manly
open-hearted letters of his. He tells
them of his Indian Prince with a merry
humour, and laughs at the habits of
luxury he is acquiring, and threatens
Zaidee : a Romance. — Part VIII. [July,
to come home a nabob ; and even
whiles he prays them to send out a
Cheshire gale, or one fresh day of the
climate of Briarford, the young man
in his honourable labours enjoys his
life. He is working to make an in-
dependence for himself. Philip, the
head of the house, will not consent to
have the Grange. If Zaidee is lost, his
mother and sisters may remain in it,
and its revenues accumulate, says the
brave young man ; but Percy and he
have their own way to make, and
must establish themselves. When he
says this, Philip sends part of his
first year's allowance to Percy, to en-
able him to prosecute his studies; and
Percy sends out to him a batch of
magazines, with poems in them, in
return.
Elizabeth is in Morton Hall, a
beautiful young matron, doing all
her duties with the simplicity which
gives an almost royal dignity to her
beauty, and Captain Bernard's dark
face glows with the sober certainty of
his great happiness. The Grange
looks thankfully, but sadly, on its dis-
tant sons and its transplanted daugh-
ter. Life is brighter for those who
have gone away than for those who
remain. Nobody thinks of Zaidee, nor
of the other losses of the family, as
they do who are left at home ; and
those women, who are sometimes cast
down in their wrestle, look abroad with
wistfulness, and would almost envy,
if they were not grateful for the lighter
burden of the others. Their affection
knows where to find Philip and Percy
and Elizabeth — to rejoice and give
thanks for their young abundant
lives — but where is Zaidee, the lost
child ?
Zaidee is in her new home, grow-
ing as few have ever expected to see
her grow — a pleasant life rising be-
fore her, a loving companion, friends
who care for her. Zaidee's mind is
alive and awake : she has thrown off
her burden. If she longs for home,
she is no longer desolate, and life
rises before this voluntary exile fresh
and fair as life should ever rise ; for
Hope has taken her hand again ; she
has far outgrown the pool of Briar -
ford, and Zaidee's thoughts travel
forth undaunted. There is no possi-
bility so glad or so lofty but she is
ready to accept it now.
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NOTES ON CANADA AND THE NORTH-WEST STATES OF AMERICA.
PART IV.
WISCONSIN.
WHEN that inestimable character,
Mr Mark Tapley, arrived at the city
of " Eden," the first conviction which
forced itself upon his mind was, that
he had never in the course of his pre-
vious experience felt called upon to
be " jolly" under more "creditable
circumstances " than when locating
himself in that dismal swamp.
Without being quite so discouraging
as Eden, there was nothing inviting in
the first aspect of the extreme western
point of Lake Superior, as a spot upon
which to take up one's permanent
abode. It was a raw, bleak morning ;
black clouds gathered behind the
range to the north, and swept east-
ward across the broad lake, as if they
meant mischief. The wind whistled
over the narrow sandy spit of land
on which we stood, curling up the
corners of the bark upon the Indian
wigwams, ominously flapping the cur-
tain at the doorway, and sending the
smoke eddying back into the eyes of
the occupants, with a force which
rendered them any thing but agreeable
habitations. A little schooner came
dancing over the white waves of the
lake, close hauled, and gunwale under ;
but there was a sea on the bar which
frightened her away; and, standing
off again on the other tack, she short-
ened sail, and prepared herself for the
coming storm. There was another
craft riding uneasily at her anchors in
the Lagoon, and we heard afterwards
that in the course of the night she
had a narrow escape, and dragged
almost ashore. Even the Sam seemed
anxious to get away, and avoid the
possibility of leaving her old timbers
upon the shores of the St Louis, as
materials for the first Chouses of
the city of Superior. Meantime, we
were becoming not a little desirous
to reach the said city ; and I could
not help feeling grateful that fate had
not destined me to be one of the ori-
ginal settlers. Indeed, I had no cause
for complaint, as one of a party of
four, determined to make the best of
everything, and before many months
were over, to wind up our travels with
a white - bait dinner at Greenwich
(this is an event still to come off, by
the way) ; so that good-fellowship
and the prospects of home enabled us
to regard discomforts and inconveni-
ences in the light of adventures. It
is when they become matters of every -
day^routine that they lose their charac-
ter of romance ; and it would require
a good deal of faith in the future pros-
perity of an embryo town in the Far
West, to induce one to live in it
through the first stages of its exist-
ence. I therefore felt some commis-
seration for our fellow-passengers in
the little boat which at last came to
ferry us across to the " City." One
was a German, with the usual roll of
bedding, on the outside of which were
strapped an axe, a gridiron, and a
kettle ; his companion was an Irish-
man, with nothing but never-flagging
spirits and gigantic muscle to trust to
in the western world before him ; and
the third was a Yankee, in a swallow-
tailed coat, with a revolver, a bundle
in a yellow silk pocket-handkerchief,
and unfathomable u 'cuteness " as his
stock-in-trade. Our boatman was a
well-educated and intelligent young
Englishman, who had forced his way
to this distant region early in the day,
and had been the first to ply regularly
upon the river ; he charged high fares
accordingly, but we did not grudge
him the due reward of his enterprise.
He told us that he was already worth
more than his most sanguine expec-
tations led him to anticipate, con-
sidering the short period of his stay ;
and, as a small clearing in the woods
opened up to view, he showed us the
timber walls of a bowling-saloon in
the process of erection, the first of
which Superior could boast. Indeed,
that celebrated city now burst upon
us in all its magnificence, and one
lofty barn-like shed, surrounded by an.
acre of stumps, represented the future
emporium of the resources of the fer-
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40
tile and prolific country of which it is
destined to be fhe metropolis. The
arrival of the steamer had evidently
created a sensation. There was a large
group collected at the door of the
barn which was called the Hotel,
and little heaps of luggage were piled
up in the mud ; and here and there the
more energetic among the late arri-
vals were cutting down branches and
constructing sheds, or pitching tents
among the bushes, or hurrying to and
fro in all the excitement of preparing
for a sojourn in the woods until per-
manent shelter could be erected. A
tall, raw-boned American, with very
short, wide trousers, and moccasins,
was standing on a rough pier, con-
structed with a few logs, as we ap-
proached, and watched the process of
our debarkation with languid interest.
His aspect was as little encouraging
to a stranger as the place of his abode.
He had only one eye ; and a deep scar
at the left corner of the empty socket
suggested the idea of a " difficulty"
which had resulted in the violent
abstraction of the other. A short
stubbly mustache was united to a
beard of a like character by a dried-
rip rivulet of tobacco juice; and one of
his yellow, parchment-like cheeks was
largely distended by a plug of the
fragrant herb. " Gwine to locate in
our city, gentlemen?" he drawled out
as we collected round the tarpaulin
package that contained our united ef-
fects, as if he thought we had come
unusually well provided for such an
experiment. We shook our heads.
" Wai, pro-spect'mg for copper, may-
be?" We assured him we had no
such intention. He looked a little
puzzled, and favoured us with a length-
ened stare of more than ordinary curi-
osity. " Ah," he said with a sort of
doubtful grunt, " Injun traders ;" but
our appearance belied that, and he
evidently expected the answer he re-
ceived in the negative. He could
gain no information from our cos-
tumes ; they consisted simply of flan-
nel shirts, and trousers of the same
material, with the usual belts and
knives. At last a bright thought
struck him. " You're government
surveyors," he said in a decided tone;
but we scorned the idea : so he gave
an incredulous spirt of tobacco juice,
and turned his back upon us — evi-
dently in doubt whether, as Mr
Chuckster would say, we were " pre-
cious deep," and would not reveal our
intentions — or "precious flat," and had
not got any. We then dragged our
luggage some fifty yards up a steep
muddy bank to the door of the hotel,
and, not being taken the slightest no-
tice of by any one, sat upon it in a
helpless way. Just then I saw the
Sam steam slowly out of the river :
the last link which connected us with
civilisation seemed broken, and I
thought that to have been a friend-
less emigrant upon that distant shore
— without a roof to cover one, or a bed
to lie upon, surrounded by a gang of
selfish, unfeeling adventurers — would
have been perhaps the most unenvi-
able experience in one's life. It was
impossible to get an answer to a ques-
tion, or to attract any interest what-
ever. Each person manifested the
most profound indifference to every-
body's concerns but his own ; so we
determined to watch the luggage and
explore the city by turns. Striking
along a swamp, and balancing myself
upon the pine logs that served as a
pathway, I observed a white sheet
fluttering among the bushes, and, upon
approaching, found that it was a tent
formed of some sheets fastened inge-
niously together with bark, and to
which there was no visible entry. At
last I discovered a part where it was
not pegged down, and poking my head
under, perceived lying in the centre,
upon the hard damp ground, like a
chrysalis in its cocoon, a huge mum-
mied figure, wrapped in a blanket,
above which gleamed a pair of spec-
tacles ; the only other article in the
tent was a carpet-bag, which served
as a pillow to the prostrate occupant ;
the keen wind was whistling under
and through the thin cotton sheeting ;
the moisture oozed up through the
damp soil ; and as it was the middle
of the day, I thought some serious
malady was the occasion of so uncom-
fortable a proceeding. A pair of round
eyes goggling at me through the spec-
tacles relieved me from any apprehen-
sion of waking the sufferer, so I asked
him if he was ill.
"No, stranger; guess I'm only lazy."
u But it will be very cold to-night."
" Wai, don't reckon on its being
colder than it was last night."
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" Then, do you mean always to live
here?"
" Ah, shouldn't wonder. I have
got a house building on hill 'ull be
the finest in the city for a spell.
I'll make it a saloon, and there will
be a room 18 by 25. The rent is only
two hundred dollars a-year ; if you've
a mind to it, go up by swamp half a
mile and see it, and come back and
tell me what you think of it. I ain't
one of your darned picayunish coons,
and '11 hold on to this hyar fixing to
oblige a stranger; but if you're nosing
about to no good, wal, put !" This
latter hint was given with such em-
phasis, and the eyes looked so threat-
ening, that, as I had no design upon
the saloon, I " put " forthwith, or, in
less concise terms, took myself off, care-
fully avoiding my friend's fixing during
the remainder of my stay at Superior.
On my return to the hotel, I doubted
whether the solitary and cheerless
habitation I had just visited was not
a preferable abode to the public
lodging-house. As yet it was quite
unfinished. The greater part of the
interior was devoted to the purposes
of a carpenter's shop. Sawing, plan-
ing, and hammering went on without
intermission. There were piles of
planks and bales of cotton, baskets of
tools and casks of pork, all mingled
indiscriminately; rough logs with
rough people sitting on them, and
shavings a foot deep everywhere.
There was a lath partition which had
not yet been plastered, and by looking
through the interstices of which it was
easy to discover that it was the bed-
room of mine host, his wife, and
family. A similar partition, in which
a door had not yet been put, separated
the eating-room from the dirt and
shavings. A ladder led up through a
trap-door to a spacious loft, which at
first sight presented a most singular
aspect. All round the sides were
arranged beds of shavings upon the
floor; and above each, suspended from
the roof, were musquito-nets of all
colours, so that they looked like a
collection of variegated meat-safes
imbedded in shavings. Above them,
again, were a series of stages, sup-
ported by rickety wooden posts.
Each stage was capable of containing
two or three occupants, and the only
means of access these latter possessed
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was by u swarming " up the posts, to use
a schoolboy's term. In one corner of
the loft there was a small room
screened off: this was the land-office;
and as we have hitherto devoted our-
selves to describing first impressions
of Superior in its external aspect, a
visit to the land-office will afford us a
good opportunity of learning some-
thing more of its present condition
and future prospects. It can rarely
happen that a settlement in its inci-
pient state, however brilliant its future
prospects may be, is inviting ; and if
I have painted Superior in somewhat
dingy colours, and taken a gloomy
view of the emigrant's first experience,
it is not to discourage him from ad-
venturing in the wilds of America,
but simply to warn him, that in order
to realise those large sums which are
gambled with there as if they were
lottery tickets, he must expect
hardships and trials of no ordinary
nature. If he have a bold spirit,
common prudence, and some fertility
of resource, there is no part of the
world in which those qualities can be
turned to more profit and advantage
than in Canada and the north-west
states of America. Investments made
with ordinary prudence are attended
with scarcely any risk ; for as civili-
sation advances, property everywhere
increases in value, and in the course
of time the most injudicious selection
of land will realise a handsome profit.
The value of land is frequently doubled
in these regions in one year, or even
in a few months; the difficulty is not
to make money, but to keep it. The
same incentives to the permanent
accumulation of wealth do not exist
in America which operate in England.
No man cares to be the founder of a
family in a country where all differ-
ence of birth is ignored, and it is im-
possible to entail his wealth upon a
single representative of his family.
The amusements of Americans are
not so expensive as ours, and there
are fewer of them ; nor is there any
rank or society which necessarily in-
volves a heavy expenditure to the
man whose home is in the Far West.
Money is still less valuable for its own
sake, or as an ingredient in his happi-
ness. The amenities of civilisation
have no charms for him. He longs
to exchange his insipid existence in
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42
an eastern city for the freedom of the
woods, where his occupation has ever
been reckless speculation, the excite-
ment of which still forms his chief
source of pleasure ; so he plays
away his fortune as soon as he
has made it. His habits of life re-
main unchanged, whatever be his
pecuniary circumstances ; and whether
the last card was a trump, matters
very little to him, for he means to
gamble all his life. To an English-
man intending to return to his native
land with a comfortable independence,
the country in which the Yankee specu-
lates is the one for him to invest in; and
if he is contented with a tithe of the
winnings, without the risk, of the more
dashing game, he will not repent the
day when he crossed the Atlantic to
seek his fortune on the shores of the
American lakes. In looking out for
eligible land-investments in an un-
settled country, the attention of the
explorer should ever be directed
to the discovery of those localities
which seem to combine the neces-
sary requisites for a future town. If
he wish to buy upon the shores of a
lake, the two great considerations are,
the excellence of the harbour, and the
character of the back country, with
the facilities which exist for transport
into the interior ; and to compare its
merits with those of other spots upon
the coast, so as to avoid the risk of
competition. If he be desirous of set-
tling in the interior, he should do so
upon the banks of a river. The head
of the navigation is a certain site for
a town. Good water-power is almost
indispensable, and a fertile back coun-
try, the nature of which may be judged
of by the size and character of the
timber : hardwood, including maple,
birch, oak, &c., is an indication of the
best land ; softwood betokens a
poorer soil ; but upon the banks of a
river the most valuable locations for
lumber purposes are amid pine for-
ests. If the land-speculator be for-
tunate enough to establish a pre-emp-
tive claim upon a tract of land com-
bining such qualifications upon the
confines of civilisation, he may within
a few years, or even before the last
instalment of his purchase-money has
been paid down, charge more for his
land by the foot than he is at the same
moment paying to government for it
by the acre, and, before ten years are
past, may see a large bustling town
covering the land which was clothed,
when he bought it, with virgin forests ;
and find himself a millionaire, with
just enough (if he be a Yankee) to
meet the liabilities he has incurred in
taking out a patent for diving-bells at
New York, in laying down a gutta-
percha pavement at New Orleans, and
contracting to rebuild San Francisco
after a fire ; together with a few other
experiments in various parts of his
almighty continent, too trifling to
mention.
But this mode of land-speculating
is not alone confined to individuals.
Companies are formed, who purchase
large tracts of land in eligible locali-
ties ; and the position of Fond du Lac
appeared such apromisingsite, that two
separate companies obtained grants of
land at the mouth of the St Louis.
It is not difficult to perceive the ad-
vantages which the western extremity
of Lake Superior holds out as a point
for such speculation. It is situated at
the head of the lake navigation of
North America. Since the passing of
the reciprocity treaty, by which the
internal navigation of America is made
available to the vessels both of Eng-
land and the United States, there is
uninterrupted fresh-water communica-
tion for large steamers, from thence
to the sea by way of the St Lawrence,
a distance of 2000 miles. There is no
harbour nearer than La Pointe, ninety
miles distant upon the southern shore
of the lake ; and upon the northern
the country is sterile and uninhabited,
and affords no good harbour between
Fond du Lac and the frontier of the
British possessions and the United
States. When the bar at the mouth
of the St Louis, on which there is
now nine feet of water, is dredged,
the lagoon, which is about six miles
long and two broad, will be easy
of access, as well as safe and com-
modious. Not only are the hills in
the neighbourhood of Fond du Lac
prolific in mineral resources, but the
whole country lying to the west and
south, and extending to the Mississip-
pi, is rich, well watered, and susceptible
in a high degree of cultivation. When
it is settled, the whole cereal and
mineral produce of Minnesota, and a
great part of that of Wisconsin, must
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find an outlet at this point, which will
also be the port for the import trade
of the east. A railway has already
been projected from Superior to St
Paul's, the head of the navigation of
the Mississippi, 130 miles distant,
when a large share of the traffic which
has contributed to the rapid growth
of Chicago will find its way by this
route. As soon, therefore, as the ad-
vancing tide of civilisation made it
apparent that the time had arrived to
turn these capabilities to account,
rival companies bought land, and hung
up the plans of their prospective cities
in all the hotels of the northern towns.
These plans are magnificent in appear-
ance. Handsome squares, avenues and
streets, with pictures of the noble edi-
fices with which, in the imagination of
the artist, they are ornamented, dazzle
with their splendour our unsuspecting
emigrant, who labels his luggage for
the perfect specimen of architecture
which he sees marked in the corner as
the National Hotel, situated upon the
principal square ; and on his arrival
finds to his dismay a wooden shed in
the midst of stumps, with an unfeeling
landlord and beds of shavings. It is,
however, fair to say that the chances
are strongly in favour of the bright
visions in the plans being realised in
an incredibly short space of time.
It is only necessary to glance at
the progress of Wisconsin, at the
north-eastern corner of which Superior
is situated, and at the character and
capabilities of the State generally, to
justify the prediction that in the course
of a few years Superior will be as
large and thriving as its other cities.
Wisconsin was only admitted into
the Union as a State in May 1848.
The rapid increase of its population
has been unprecedented even in the
annals of American progression. In
1838 the population, according to the
State enumerations, was only 18,130;
in 1850, the census returned the popu-
lation as 305,391. I saw the Gover-
nor of the State in Washington in
1854, and he assured me that there
were upwards of 500,000 inhabitants
in Wisconsin, who had all emigrated
there within the last fifteen years.
It is needless to observe that the
value of property must have risen
commensurately with the increase of
population, in order to support my as-
sertion as to the eligibility of Wiscon-
sin as a field for investment ; but it
possesses many other attractions to
the emigrant beyond that of mere
progression. "The salubrity of the
climate," saysMr Latham, "thepurity
of the atmosphere, and of the water,
which is usually obtained from copious
living springs, the coolness and short
duration of summer, and the dryness
of the air during winter, all conspire
to render Wisconsin one of the most
healthy portions of the United States."
It is one of the most fertile as well as
healthy. The general surface of the
State is gently undulating ; the higher
elevations are upon the shores of
Lake Superior, where the hills are
covered with dense forests of ever-
green ; and the streams are rapid, af-
fording good water-power. It is there-
fore a good timber district, and ex-
ports about 200,000,000 feet per year,
while many of the ranges are rich in
iron and copper ore. The soil is even
here very rich ; and, unlike mineral
regions generally, this promises a rich
reward to the farmer as well as the
miner. But it is to the south-eastern
part of the State that the attention of
the farmer should be more particularly
directed. I afterwards travelled, along
the southern boundary of Wisconsin
— over its rolling prairies, where the
long luxuriant grass was interspersed
with flowers — past oak openings where
belts and clumps of oaks vary the
monotony of the prairie; for these
forest giants alone can stand the ac-
tion of the vast annual conflagrations
which sweep over the western prairies,
and which, while they enrich the grass,
add doubtless to the productive power
of the soil, and prepare it for the
ploughshare. The soil is described
as a dark brown vegetable mould,
from one to two feet deep, very
mellow, without stone or gravel,
and very fertile. This charming
country is intersected by five or six
navigable rivers, and dotted with
numerous extensive and beautiful
Lakes. It possesses the greatest
facilities for exporting its produce.
Bounded on the north by Lake Supe-
rior, on the east by Lake Michigan,
and on the west for 275 miles by the
Mississippi, it has outlets in every di-
rection, while railroads already con-
nect its principal towns with New
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44
York. The lake commerce of Wis-
consin iii 1851 exceeded 27,000,000 of
dollars. Amongst the most important
and valuable of the exports of Wis-
consin, however, is lead, which is
found in great abundance and rich-
ness upon the upper Mississippi. Such
is a brief description of the attrac-
tions which this State offers to intend-
ing emigrants, which are more fully
set forth in some thousands of pamph-
lets issued by the State immigration
agent at New York, and which, hav-
ing been printed in German, Dutch,
and Norwegian, have been in a great
degree the means of populating the
State with settlers of different nation-
alities from the continent of Europe.
I was glad to have the opportunity
of witnessing the process by which a
vast and heretofore almost uninha-
bited country was becoming thickly
and rapidly populated, as a process
which involved so much that was in-
teresting and anomalous.
The blind confidence which in-
duces crowds of utterly destitute
people to emigrate to comparatively
unknown and altogether uncivilised
regions, with the intention of living
there permanently — the cool pre-
sumption with which crowded steam-
ers start for cities which do not exist,
and disgorge their living freights
upon lonesome and desolate shores,
to shift for themselves, and the very
remarkable manner in which they do
shift for themselves — first, by build-
ing a hotel, then a newspaper office,
then probably a masonic lodge, or
something equally unnecessary, then
saloons and places of public enter-
tainment— and, finally, shops and or-
dinary dwelling-houses — are amongst
the most novel and characteristic
experiences of a traveller in the Far
West.
Having inspected the plan of the
city in the land-office before described,
we sallied forth to choose some lots
for our own benefit ; and having been
particularly fascinated by the eligible
position of some, situated within two
doors of the bank, just round the
corner of the grand hotel, opposite
the wharf, fronting the principal
square, and running back to Thomp-
son Street — in fact, in the very thick
of the business part of the town — and
preceded by a very communicative
and civilised young man, evidently
imported from New York or Boston
for puffing purposes, we commenced
cutting our way with bill-hooks through
the dense forest, which he called
Third Avenue, or the fashionable
quarter, until we got to the bed of a
rivulet, down which we turned through
tangled underwood (by name West
Street), until it lost itself in a bog,
which was the principal square, upon
the other side of which, covered with al-
most impenetrable bush, was the site
of our lots. We did not think it worth
our while cutting our way through them
to the business quarter, and therefore
returned somewhat sceptical, despite
the glowing eulogy which our cicerone
passed upon our selection, of its wis-
dom ; and almost disposed to quarrel
with one of our quondam fellow-pas-
sengers whom we met, and who asked
us if " we had got to housekeeping
yet."
The table d'hote was quite in keep-
ing with the hotel in which it was
given. Twenty or thirty rough fel-
lows, in red flannel shirts, and knives
and pistols stuck into their girdles,
sat round the massive table to wash
down a great quantity of hard salt
pork with brandy, and garnish their
conversation, of which they were
very chary, with a singular variety
and quantity of oaths. Indeed, so
frequently and inappropriately are
they lugged into the common parlance
of backwoodsmen, that it is at first
very difficult to understand anything
that is said ; and as, even when used
as an embellishment in civilised con-
versation, they do not give one a
very high estimate of the sense of the
speaker, when they also interfere
with the sense of the sentence, fami-
liar intercourse with the denizens of
the West is neither profitable nor
attractive. There was a judge at
dinner, who was a singular instance
of this; and if his decisions were
framed in such blasphemous terms
as his talk, it would have been mor-
ally impossible for his suitors to un-
derstand him unless they had under-
gone a special education for the
purpose. He was seeking rest from
his judicial labours by a little "pro-
specting ; " and had determined to
employ his holidays by doing a stroke
of business in the copper line. To
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45
judge by his appearance, he had been
a good deal in the bowels of the
earth, and had not washed himself
since he had started on his explora-
tions. However, it was difficult to
account for the filth and shabbiness
of his attire, for he had with him an
unusually large portmanteau — in
which he was always burrowing —
competent to contain a sufficient sup-
ply of clothes for the most fastidious.
Upon one occasion, however, when a
group was collected near this myste-
rious receptacle, he suddenly opened
it and displayed an enormous bundle,
on the top of Which were sprinkled a
few dirty socks and collars, and
which, on being untied, was found to
contain huge specimens of copper,
with which he was returning to his
native State to induce his friends to
advance the funds necessary for his
purposes.
In olden time people used to say
that poverty made one acquainted
with strange bed-fellows. This is an
experience which nowadays the tra-
veller shares with the pauper, and
it is involved by a tour in the Far
West to an unusual extent. When
the shades of evening closed upon
Superior, and we had smoked a pipe
or two in the twilight, we asked our
host whether he could give us sleep-
ing accommodation, to which he con-
siderately replied : " Wai, I guess, if
you can find a corner that's not pre-
empted, you may spread your shav-
ings there." And having received this
permission to litter ourselves down
amongst the prostrate figures in the
loft, and luckily hit upon a corner
that was not pre-empted, we formed
our blankets into sacks, which we
filled with shavings from the shed
below, and pulled up the ladder after
us. Fortunately there were very few
musquitoes, as we were unprovided
•with nets ; but we had no sooner
stretched ourselves upon our beds than
we discovered the reason of our sup-
posed good fortune in finding a vacant
corner to consist in its being exposed
to the full force of the wind, which
whistled through the interstices of
the logs of which the walls were com-
posed, and one of which, just at my
ear, was big enough for me to fill up
with my coat. I could scarcely re-
gret any cause, however disagreeable,
which kept me awake to contemplate
for a short time the novelty of our
night's quarters. We were surround-
ed by thirty or forty snoring men in
every variety of costume ; for the
process of turning -in in the West
consists simply of kicking off shoes or
moccasins ; while here and there pre-
vious " claims" were being somewhat
querulously discussed ; and at the
further end of the loft an eager
party were leaning over a table, on
which stood a bottle, with a tallow
candle placed in it, playing " faro," a
game they had imported with them
from California ; for some of our bed-
fellows had taken a turn at the dig-
gings, and, with their lank hair, un-
kempt beards, and rugged features,
lit up with an unusual excitement
by the interest of the game, they form-
ed a group whose aspect was by
no means reassuring to four quiet
Cockneys. Moreover, men were con-
tinually " swarming up " posts to
roost upon fragile platforms over our
heads, and slipping rapidly and un-
expectedly down them again. The
creaking of these became ominous, as
stout " parties " rolled uneasily in
their sleep upon very thin planks,
placed so far apart that, by looking
up, we could see their forms between
them, and lay in no small terror of
being deluged with a cataract of
tobacco juice ; and there was a wrang-
ling kept up in the land-office, for a
long time. . At least I listened to it
until snores, and oaths, and creaking
became all blended into a soft mur-
mur, and gradually worked them-
selves into a series of pleasant dreams
of home.
Before sunrise, however, we were
roused to the stern realities of back-
wood life. And as we had no inten-
tion of u getting to housekeeping "
in Superior, it became us to think of
proceeding on our journey westward.
This, however, was no easy matter ;
and the various descriptions we re-
ceived of the relative merits of the
diiferent routes to St Paul's, whither
we were bound, were by no means
encouraging. These were three in
number ; but no two accounts agreed,
either with regard to the time the
journey would occupy, or the diffi-
culties to be encountered. There was
one route which involved walking
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sixty miles through swamps, with
the chance of finding a canoe at the
St Croix River; and in default of that,
walking sixty more, carrying our
provisions with us for the whole dis-
tance, and sleeping out every night
And there was another by the Brule
River, which would probably occupy
three weeks in a bark canoe, but
might take much more if the water
was low, and we could get no infor-
mation upon that point; so we decid-
ed upon the first, and had engaged
some voyageurs to accompany us ;
but, as we were on the point of
starting, their courage failed them,
and they refused point-blank to move
a foot; at which crisis a man who
had just arrived from St Paul's — in-
deed the only person who had made
the journey during the season — pro-
posed a third route, by the St Louis
and Mississippi, which, after much
discussion, was finally adopted, and
which involved a great many pre-
parations. We began by buying a
bark canoe for twenty dollars; then
we tried to engage two Indians, as
well as two voyageurs. The former
were painted warriors of the Chippe-
way tribe, who had just returned from
the war-path, and had scarcely ever
seen " pale-faces " in their lives be-
fore. They seemed willing enough to
come at first, but when they found
that our proposed route lay through
the country of the Sioux, with whom
they are at war, they backed out, and
we were reduced at starting to our
two half-breeds, Batiste Cadot and
Jean Le Feve, whose services we had
so much trouble in securing. At their
instigation we laid in, at the only
store in the place, a hundred pounds
of flour, three hams, some bacon, tea,
sugar, biscuits, and brandy. The pur-
chase of these articles involved an
immense amount of liquoring up, for
our trip had now become matter of
notoriety, and ourselves of no little
curiosity. Conflicting advice was ten-
dered in every direction by people
who knew nothing whatever of the
matter, but who all expected a drink
for their trouble. As the brandy was
villanous and expensive, it was no
less a tax upon one's stomach than
one's pocket. However, it is one of the
most ancient and sacred institutions of
the country, whenever you are intro-
duced to a man at the bar of a hotel,
to *' liquor him right away ; " a com-
pliment which, according to the strict
rules of American etiquette, he ought
to return before parting with you.
In the fulness of their affection for
us, some of these gentry, who wanted
to make the journey at any rate, but
lacked the necessary funds, offered to
accompany us to St Paul's ; and it was
not without running some risk of
giving offence that we declined their
proposal. At last we bade adieu to
our Superior friends, and with a
voyageur at each end of the canoe,
stowed away our four selves at the
bottom of it, having made a con-
venient disposition of the luggage and
stores for that purpose. It was upon
a lovely morning, near the middle of
August last, that we started on our
voyage up the St Louis, here about
two miles wide, and dividing the State
of Wisconsin from the Minnesota
territory. Soon after leaving Supe-
rior, we paddled past a few log-huts,
the residences of our own voyageurs
and others of the same fraternity,
who originally settled here many
years ago as British subjects, and
servants of the North- West Company.
They pointed out to us the remains
of the Old Fort, and a little beyond
it we saw the debris of the rival
establishment which belonged to the
Hudson's Bay Company. Voyageurs
and Yankee speculators have all the
Indian trade to the south of the
boundary-line to themselves now. At
the head of the bay, where the river
takes a sharp turn to the south-west,
it is full of fields and islands of wild
rice, intersected with so many chan-
nels that an inexperienced voyageur
might easily lose himself.
Although we were so far north, as
the banks of the river approached one
another we might have imagined our-
selves in the tropics. The massive
foliage on either side dipped into the
water; the stream was dark and slug-
gish ; and a burning mid-day sun ren-
dered the labour of paddling a heavily
laden canoe somewhat irksome. We
were, therefore, seven hours in reach-
ing the Indian village of Fond du Lac,
twenty-one miles from Superior. Here
we determined to lighten our work,
by taking two Indians, and another
canoe for some of the baggage. This
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consisted principally of provisions, as
we carried no tent, and our spare
wardrobe was limited to a flannel
shirt a-piece. There will no doubt be
a town built shortly at Fond du Lac,
as it is navigable for steamers drawing
six feet of water, and there are good
mill-sites at the falls of the St Louis,
the head of the navigation. The
Manhattan is the only steamer which
navigated the river to this point in
1850. The trading -house of the
American Fur Company is situated on
the north shore of the river, and im-
mediately opposite is the corner of
the State of Wisconsin ; it is also the
corner of the boundary lines running
south and east between the ceded
lands of the Chippeway, and those
still held by that tribe east of the
Mississippi. Professor Owen says,
that the waters of the Lake Basin had
their western terminus formerly above
this place.
There was a good deal of excite-
ment in the village, in consequence of
a murder which had been committed
a day or two before our arrival. The
father-in-law of the chief had been
tomahawked in his hut, and a serious
division in the tribe was likely to be
the result. The village contains about
400 inhabitants. We lunched in a
neat cottage belonging to a half-breed,
while the " sauvages," as the voya-
geurs call the Indians, were preparing
their canoe; and afterwards made the
unpleasant discovery that the Mes-
sieurs Batiste Cadot and Jean Le
F6ve were somewhat savage in tem-
per themselves.
The art of managing strange ser-
vants in a strange country is one of
the traveller's most valuable accom-
plishments, and his personal comfort,
if not the actual success of his expe-
dition, very often depends upon his
tact and patience. Both these qua-
lities were destined to be severely
tried by our two voyageurs at Fond
du Lac, and from their dogged inso-
lence and refusal to obey orders, we
augured badly for the future, though
we could not discover the cause for
such a manifestation of discontent,
unless it arose from our having inti-
mated at starting that we intended
to lose no time on the way, a deter-
mination which did not accord with
their interests, since they had stipu-
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lated, as an indispensable condition,
that they were to be paid by the day,
doubtless with the view of taking ad-
vantage of our ignorance of the route,
as we were evidently such "griffins"
at bark-canoe voyaging. However,
we mustered a good deal of general
travelling experience among us. B.
had spent two years of his life among
the Arabs of Barbary and the Kurds
of Upper Mesopotamia; A. had under-
gone a settler's experience in New
Zealand, and made the tour of the
world, besides a little desultory travel-
ling to Mexico and South America ;
my own wanderings extended to the
frontiers of Thibet and Kalmuck Tar-
tary ; and C. had gone through the
ordinary course of European travel ;
so that this display on the part of our
voyageurs did not give us much un-
easiness.
The view from our resting-place
was striking. Below us the river
wound between islands, and on the
opposite shore the Indian village
dotted the cleared country ; behind it
a high range clothed with forest rose
abruptly, one peak attaining an eleva-
tion of about seven hundred feet, of
so precipitous a character that it can
only be ascended from one side. The
summit is a level bare rock, exposing
to the south a perpendicular face,
several hundred feet high. Sending
our canoes round by the river, we took
a short cut over some low land cover-
ed with cedar, basswood, and other
swampy bush, and then crossing a
ridge, descended a steep bank to the
river-side, where we found it a tumul-
tuous torrent^ compressed between
banks about a hundred feet high, so
boiling and bubbling that it did not
seem to have recovered the excite-
ment of going over the falls. These
commenced here, and to avoid them
we were compelled to make a long
portage of eight miles. We thus lost
some magnificent scenery. The lower
falls are described as a series of cas-
cades, ten or eleven in number, and
from six to seven feet in height,
running obliquely across the stream,
and extending for half a mile. The
water falls in this distance a hundred
and three feet, gliding rather than
falling over inclined layers of slate.
The second falls are more imposing :
enormous walls of rock, thirty to
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forty feet in height, project from
cither bank, and run nearly across the
river like huge dams. At one point
the river forces itself through a pas-
sage forty feet wide, the width of the
river above and below being from a
hundred and fifty to two hundred
yards. The third and fourth falls
are made up of a series of cascades.
The entire fall of the river in these
few miles is three hundred and eighty-
nine feet, and the scenery throughout
grand in the extreme.
We only carried one canoe across
the portage, as the Indians said
they had another in cache on the
other side. The burdens which
these men carry are scarcely credi-
ble. One of our stout fellows clam-
bered up the almost perpendicular
bank with 60 Ib. of flour on his
head, with no more apparent incon-
venience than if it was his ordinary
head-dress, and with a good load on
his back besides'; another packed up
the cooking utensils and remaining
provisions, and trudged merrily away ;
the two voyageurs shouldered the
canoe ; we did the same with our
guns, having first killed a kingfisher,
the only living creature we had as
yet seen, — and tramped through the
woods along the narrow trail, until
the growing darkness and the mur-
murs of the voyageurs compelled a
halt. We dined on damper and bacon,
washed down with the concentrated
essence of green tea, strong enough,
in woodsman's parlance, " to float an
axe;" and then, with our feet to the
fire, and wrapped up in our blankets,
we lay watching the stars twinkling
through the dense foliage overhead,
until the soothing influence of coarse
Cavendish exerted its soporific effects,
and we followed the example of our
servants, who had long since been
snoring roundly on the opposite skle
of the fire. We were preparing
breakfast before daylight on the fol-
lowing morning. P.'s culinary ac-
quirements were most valuable, and
lie produced quite a variety of dishes,
with flour and bacon as the only in-
gredients. Neither the Australian
damper nor the Indian jupatty are,
however, to be compared with the
bread which our voyageurs made, and
which was leavened with yeast, car-
ried in convenient portable packages.
We had camped half-way across the
portage, so we had four miles to walk
to the river, where we found a canoe
in cache, and paddled against a cur-
rent so impetuous that the waves
often dashed into the canoe; and we
were half-an-hour accomplishing fifty
yards. At last, after having forced
our canoe, by dint of immense yelling
and punting, up rapids that would
have given a salmon pleasant ex-
ercise, we reached a rocky island
about eighty feet high, dividing the
stream into torrents that were quite
impracticable. We therefore were
compelled to make a portage of three
miles, called the " knife portage,"
because the surface of the ground is
covered with masses of slate, which
cut through moccasins. At the other
side of the portage the scenery is
very fine : the river makes a perpen-
dicular fall of fourteen feet ; and
though the altitude is inconsiderable,
the body of water which rushes over
the ledge of rock has a most im-
posing effect. The men were obliged
to make two trips across the portage,
as, with the second canoe, it was
impossible to convey over every-
thing in a single journey. Delays of
this sort are unavoidable upon these
rivers, but their duration depends very
much upon the good-will and activity
of the voyageurs and Indians. We
were still playing at cross purposes,
and being annoyed by our men in every
possible way. Our occupations upon
these occasions usually were fishing,
without catching anything — shooting,
almost without shooting anything —
cooking, sketching, and bathing. After
dining on a jay, a woodpecker, and a
kingfisher, we started again. The
current was so rapid that we were
frequently obliged to have the men to
pull the canoes up the river, and to
follow them along the banks. This
was a trying process to feet covered
only with moccasins, and I soon found
that, however comfortable they are
upon swampy trails, a good shooting-
boot would have been infinitely pre-
ferable upon the sharp rocks.
We found a good cam ping- ground
in the evening upon the right bank of
the river, and were completely ex-
hausted with our day's work when we
arrived. We received not the slightest
assistance from our men in making a
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49
fire or preparing the camp; and when
they found that we made our arrange-
ments independently of them, they
informed us that they intended to
leave us and return. This we assured
them they were at perfect liberty to
do, but that as we meant to keep both
the canoes, all the provisions, and
should certainly not give them any of
their pay, they would find the return
journey very laborious and somewhat
unprofitable. As they were not in
a position forcibly to dispute this
arrangement, they stated, in a more
humble tone, that they considered
themselves overworked, and we ef-
fected an amicable compromise at last,
by which it was agreed that they
were to work twelve hours a-day, and
be their own masters in all other re-
spects, choosing the camping-grounds,
hours for starting, having meals, &c.
After this we got friendly and confi-
dential, and discussed the merits of a
voyageur's life, and the prospects of
Indian trade, in bad French, with
much profit. Le Fe've informed us
that he had once made a bark-canoe
voyage with a French philosopher,
who took observations everywhere,
and who determined the spot at which
we were then camped as having an
altitude of nine hundred feet above
the sea. Our palaver was most dis-
agreeably terminated by a heavy
shower of rain, in the midst of which
we turned in for the night. Tilting
the canoe on its side, we put our
heads under it, and made a sort of
screen of tarpaulin, which prevented
the rain from beating upon our faces ;
but when we woke next morning, we
found that it was still raining hard,
and that we were lying in a puddle
wet through. Under these circum-
stances, tobacco is the invariable re-
source of the voyageur. We were now
in Minnesota territory, far beyond
the utmost limits of White settlement,
and in this part very little traversed
by Indians. In the whole course of
our voyage up the St Louis, we only
saw one wigwam after leaving Fond
du Lac. There was not much variety
in our life. Sometimes it rained hard
all day, but we pressed pertinaciously
on, forcing our canoes against the
swollen current. Our aspect upon
these occasions would have astonished
a quiet party of Indians not a little,
VOL. LXXVIIl. — NO. CCCCLXXVII.
as, with pipes in our mouths and pad-
dles in our hands, we struggled furi-
ously with the stream, sometimes
carried back against the rocks, at
others hanging for a moment or two
in the middle of the rapid, unable to
advance a yard, and then, with a
vigorous spurt, shoving our light bark
into the smooth water beyond ; then,
paddling with measured stroke to the
melodious chants of thevoyageurs, and
joining lustily in the chorus of them
all, but more especially of the one
which begins —
Deux canards blancs
S'en va baignants,
En roulant ma boule ;
Le fils du roi s'en va chassant,
Roulez, roulons, ma boule roulons.
Chorus.
En roulant ma bou!6, roulons,
En roulant ma boule.
And which goes on, throughout an
interminable number of verses, to re-
count the history and adventures of
the ducks and the prince, with its
cheery chorus ever recurring. Then
we would wake up the slumbering
echoes of these old woods with Eng-
lish college songs they had never
heard before, and which the Indians,
who have excellent ears, always pick-
ed up and sang in perfect time, with
a very good imitation of the words,
amid shouts and laughter. A good
understanding having been once esta-
blished, we became the best friends
imaginable, and a more noisy, merry
party never stemmed the waters of
the St Louis. As we passed the soli-
tary wigwam before mentioned, our
shouts brought an old woman, its only
occupant, tottering to the bank. She
informed us that her husband was out
upon the war-path against the Sioux ;
that he was a great warrior from Rainy
Lake, and had a splendid collection
of scalps in his hut ; that he had
killed a bear a few days before he left,
and she proposed to " trade " a hind
quarter with us for some biscuits.
We were delighted to make the ex-
change, as we had not tasted fresh
meat for some days, and were getting
excessively tired of nothing but rusty
ham and flour; indeed we had scarcely
any of the former left. So we regaled
ourselves that night with a royal feast
on u tender bear," the cooking of
which caused the greatest possible
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excitement, and the effect of which
was to make us all sleep so soundly
that we missed some sport in the
night. A large animal crossed our
camp and woke two of us, who seized
their rifles, and jumped up just in time
to hear the plunge in the water, and
see indistinctly an object swimming
across the river, but they could not
tell whether it was a bear or a carri-
boo. At all events, it was the only
animal except a skunk that we saw
upon the St Louis. The principal
drawback to travelling in this part of
America is the almost utter absence
of all game ; so that not only is sport
out of the question, but there is an
actual difficulty in procuring means of
subsistence with the rifle in case of
the supply of flour running out. We
tried the St Louis with fly, bait, and
troll lines, but without the slightest
success ; indeed, the appearance of
the water is anything but promising;
it was the colour of coffee — so dark
as to make navigation very dangerous.
The utmost vigilance often failed to
discover a jagged rock not three inches
below the surface, upon which a severe
blow might possibly have sunk us on
the spot. As it was, we were often .
obliged to jump out into the water,
and every evening there was a great
deal of patching up, with gum, of
wounds received on the bottoms and
sides of the canoes. The dexterity of
the voyageurs in everything connected
with the incidents of our mode of
travel was marvellous. Whether it
was displayed in punting the canoe up
a foaming torrent with long poles, or
discovering with quick glance hidden
rocks, quite imperceptible to the inex-
perienced eye, and avoiding them
with inimitable presence of mind, or
in carrying heavy loads over rocky
portages, or cooking excellent dishes
with inadequate materials, or making
a cosy camp with a bit of tarpaulin
and a few branches, or mending the
canoe with strips of bark and gum,
they were never without resources ;
and if not interfered with, were good,
active servants ; but they resented in
the highest degree any dictation upon
matters in which they were proficient,
and we had no inclination to disturb
arrangements which were the result
of long experience, and always proved
advantageous. The voyageurs are
half-breeds, but pique themselves very
much on their French origin; look
upon the " sauvages" with immense
contempt, and talk an old Norman
patois, which is very intelligible. They
are most valuable servants to the
Hudson's Bay Company; possessed of
great powers of endurance and know-
ledge of the country, their Indian
blood renders them convenient chan-
nels for intercourse with the different
tribes for trading purposes. They
are hardy and independent, not more
dishonest than their neighbours, and
easily managed by those who under-
stand their peculiar temperament.
Those in the neighbourhood of Supe-
rior have profited from the rise in the
value of property, and have not been
improved by their intercourse with
the Yankees, and increase of wealth.
Our voyage up the St Louis was
somewhat tedious, notwithstanding
the occasional beauty of the scenery,
where broad reaches were dotted with
green islands, or high rocks com-
pressed the river within a narrow
channel; and we were glad, after hav-
ing ascended it for about eighty miles,
to turn off into a small tributary, called
the Savannah Eiver, which was not
more than ten yards wide. Although
there was comparatively little cur-
rent, our progress here was even
slower than in the St Louis. In places
the channel was almost choked up
with fallen trees, drift-wood, weeds,
and debris of all sorts — a prominent
feature in which was frequently the
wreck of a canoe. The banks being
composed of soft clay, slides often
occurred, carrying with them their
growth of trees, and which, collecting
in the beds and narrow parts, form
what are called "rafts." Sometimes,
where a tree had fallen right across the
river, we wereobligedto lift the canoes
over it, and, more often still, to press
them under the logs, and jump over
them ourselves. Some of these trees,
we observed, from their pointed ends,
had been cut down by the industrious
beaver ; and the voyageurs showed us
the remains of a former dam. The
danger of sharp rocks was here ex-
changed for that of snags; and it set
our teeth on edge to hear the grating
of a pointed stick along the bottom of
the thin bark canoe. The effects of
this were soon apparent, and we found
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our canoes leaking heavily before the
close of the first day in the Savannah.
The stream wound sluggishly between
low banks covered with long grass,
from which shot lofty trees, aspen,
maple, ash, elm, birch, hemlock,
pine, and fir, that met overhead, and
formed an agreeable shade from the
noonday sun. It was just such a
jungle as would have been considered
good tiger-cover in India; and yet
here not even the chirp of a bird
broke the perfect stillness, which is
one of the most striking peculiarities
of American forests, and which often
exercises a painfully depressing in-
fluence upon the spirits. Nevertheless,
as the sun glanced through the thick
foliage, the effects were certainly
pretty, and there was a novelty in the
style of navigation which rendered it
full of interest. We passed the smoul-
dering embers of a camp-fire of a
party of Indians, and shortly after-
wards the voyageurs pointed out to us
a rock which is worshipped by them,
and on which every person that passes
puts an offering of tobacco for the be-
nefit of Manito.
After we had followed the tortuous
river for some miles, we suddenly
found ourselves in a labyrinth of chan-
nels winding among long rushes, and
we were informed that we had entered
the great Savannah itself. As, how-
ever, the rushes almost met overhead,
it was impossible to form any impres-
sion of it, so we contented ourselves
with poking on, trusting to the instinct
of our voyageurs not to lose them-
selves in the singular and intricate
navigation in which we were now en-
gaged. At last we saw a clump of
tall birch- trees, for which we steered,
and found ourselves upon a small cir-
cular island, which afforded a com-
fortable resting-place, and from which
we could take an inspection of the
Savannah, which was nothing more
than a boundless swamp, covered with
wild rice (the stalks of which were
sometimes ten or twelve feet high),
and dotted over with islands similar
to the one upon which we stood, and
from which sprung tall birch- trees,
their white stems forming an agree-
able variety in the endless expanse of
pale green rushes. The exertion of
forcing our canoes along the devious
channels which intersected this swamp
51
in every direction, was very great.
The voyageurs said they had never
seen the wild rice so rank and abun-
dant. The seed was quite ripe, and
very sweet, so we amused ourselves
plucking the ears and eating their
contents as we pushed slowly along.
Sometimes we grounded on floating
islands of vegetable matter, at others
were deluded into the idea that it was
practicable to punt, and were only
undeceived by sticking the pole so
deeply into the mud that it required
all hands to pull it out. Very often
the channel was altogether choked,
and the rice was so thick that pad-
dling was impossible ; and we only
extricated ourselves by the most vio-
lent and united efforts. It was upon
one occasion while thus engaged, and
unable to see three yards in any direc-
tion, that we suddenly found our-
selves face to face with a naked sav-
age, alone in abark canoe, who, glower-
ing at us through the rushes, looked
as if he was some amphibious animal
indigenous to the swamp, and whose
matted hair, hanging over his shoul-
ders, was no improvement to a hideous
face daubed over with ashes, and
which displayed some terror at so un-
expected a rencontre. His first im-
pulse evidently was to escape, but
that was impossible, and as we looked
amiable, and addressed him through
one of our Indians, he seemed reas-
sured, and told us he had returned
from an expedition against the Sioux ;
that he was the husband of the woman
from whom we had got the bear, and
was now on his way to Fond du Lac,
to revenge the death of his relative,
who had been murdered there, and for
whom, he said, pointing to the ashes
upon his face and head, he was then
mourning. As our dough diet was
beginning to tell upon some of the
party, we were glad to exchange some
powder with him for a partridge and
a pigeon ; and so we parted with mu-
tual good wishes, and left this wild
man of the lakes and forests to pro-
ceed on his solitary mission of blood
and vengeance. The only other in-
cident, in the course of our passage
through the great Savannah, was the
appearance of a flock of wild ducks,
one of which C. shot; but as it dropped
among dense rushes, we were obliged,
after a long search, to give up all hope
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of finding it. Our night-quarters, in
this delectable region, were the most
disagreeable we had as yet experi-
enced. We had reached a shallower
part of the swamp, and were obliged
to get out of the canoes, and walk for
about a mile up to our waists in mud
and water. At last we found a dry
spot, on which we made our fire, and
strewed long grass, as usual, for our
beds, and looked over the cheerless
marsh in a somewhat desponding
frame of mind. We had already been
nearly a week en route, and had not
succeeded in procuring an ounce of
fresh meat by our guns ; our salt meat
was exhausted, which we scarcely re-
gretted, as it had been rancid from
the first ; and a considerable quantity
of our flour had got wet at the bottom
of the canoe, and was spoiled in con-
sequence. We had a portage of six-
teen miles before us for the following
day, and, according to the account of
the Indian from whom we had just
parted, there was scarcely any water
in the Little Savannah, where we hoped
again to launch our canoe. The In-
dians, moreover, determined to re-
turn, as they were approaching so
near the country of the Sioux, that
they began to feel a little nervous
about the safety of their " hair;" and
had therefore come to the conclusion
that, after seeing us safely across the
portage, they would not be justified
in exposing their scalps to further risk.
The voyageurs took a rather gloomy
view of matters generally, and would
venture upon no opinion as to the
probable date of our arrival at St
Paul's. We had already occupied
twice the number of days in reaching
our present point that they had spe-
cified at starting ; and so they sulkily
said, as they had been wrong before,
they would give us no information
upon the subject, beyond that of as-
suring us that the distance to St Paul's
was considerably over 500 miles ;
and as I had but a very limited time
at my disposal, this was by no means
comforting. To add to our miseries,
a dense mist settled heavily down
upon the swamp, and we could feel
the chill damp air eating into our very
bones ; myriads of musquitoes, against
which we had no protection, literally
hived upon us, and B. complained of
feeling ill. Indeed, we were all more
or less affected from contact with the
poisonous ivy, from which he seemed
to suffer most severely. His face and
head were so much swollen that his
eyes were scarcely visible, and his
hands and arms were double their
natural size. This, we were assured
by the voyageurs, resulted from our
having slept on a description of plant
which they called poisonous ivy ; and
certainly, although neither A. nor my-
self were so much disfigured, our fin-
gers looked very much like .Bologna
sausages. Altogether, I did not fall
asleep in a happy state of mind, more
especially as, when in the act of doing
so, I made the discovery that my blan-
ket was already completely saturated
with moisture. We generally lay
pretty close together, but that night
an ordinary blanket would have cover-
ed us all four very easily. It was our
usual habit for the first who should
awake to give such a yell as not only
to rouse the rest of the party, but to
startle them so effectually as to ren-
der it impossible that they should
again relapse into a state of somno-
lency. Sometimes it was the leve, leve
of the voyageur that first fell upon the
unwilling ear ; but we were more often
frightened into our senses by an un-
earthly screech from A., who used to
think he had done his duty, and not
being in the least startled himself,
drop contentedly off to sleep again,
with the pipe hanging gracefully from
his lips, which he had inserted the
last thing the night before.
When day dawned upon the Savan-
nah, however, it found us all wonder-
fully lively, for everybody had been
lying awake on the look-out for it
for some time. At last the morning
sun dispelled the mist. We pulled
on our moccasins, wrung the water
out of our blankets, swallowed a jo-
rum of pure green tea, eat a pound
of dough, and were only too glad to
make a start. Having cached the
small canoe for the Indians to return
with, we commenced dragging the
other after us, and wading for two
miles through a tamarack swamp,
often so deep that we were obliged to
balance ourselves upon poles, where
a false step would have buried us in
mire. Altogether it is considered the
worst " carrying place " in the north-
west— a character which the wrecks
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of canoes, smashed in the attempt to
carry them over, fully justifies. At
last we reached the edge of the Sa-
vannah, where we made a distribu-
tion of effects, and with our sepa-
rate loads started off on our walk
across the water-shed, having finally
left the streams which run into the
Gulf of St Lawrence, with the in-
tention of launching our canoe upon
the head waters of those which flow
into the Gulf of Mexico. The Indi-
ans, who carried the canoe, took a
different route from that which we
followed under Le Feve's guidance,
upon which alone we were dependent,
for there was not a vestige of a path
to an ordinary eye. Le Feve, how-
ever, assured us that we were on the
north-west trail, and that if we went
on long enough, should reach the Red
River settlement, and ultimately the
shores of the Pacific, by the most ap-
proved route. We were, in fact, fol-
lowing the line of the projected rail-
road to the Pacific by the northern
route, an enterprise the importance
and magnitude of which may render
it an interesting subject for considera-
tion on a future occasion. The divid-
ing range is composed of ridges of
drift hills, covered principally with
young birch, maple, and pine, on the
tops of which are many enormous
boulders, derived principally from
granitic, gneissoid, and schistose
rocks. The aspect of the country
generally was tempting to the settler,
and the view we obtained from the
highest point of our route, and which
had an altitude of about fifteen hun-
dred feet above the sea-level, was
charming in the extreme. Well-
wooded hills, and valleys, and mea-
dows with long rich grass, bore tes-
timony to the fertility of the soil,
while numerous lakes sparkled in
the sunshine, and formed a most at-
tracting picture ; and I could not but
believe that this country, which look-
ed so bright and smiling even in a
state of savage nature, was only watt-
ing for the hand of man still more to
gladden and to beautify it.
At our feet lay a small lake, with
grassy plains extending to the water's
edge, dotted with clumps of wood, and
watered by tiny meandering streams,
the course of which was marked by
fringes of long rank grass. We could
just discern in the distance our Indi-
ans towing the canoe down one of
these, until they reached the lake,
which they crossed, and found their
way out oif it by another equally in-
significant rivulet, called the Little
Savannah River. Meantime we dived
into the woods again, sometimes to
come out upon grass country, some-
times to push our way through scrub
and bush, and sometimes to wander
through a forest of red pine, where no
underwood impedes one's progress, or
spoils the effect of those straight lofty
columns which shoot upwards to a
height of forty or fifty feet, and then,
spreading out their evergreen capitals,
completely roof in one of nature's
grandest temples. At last we reach-
ed a small stream, where we waited
for the canoe. This portage is always
necessary; but at other times of the
year, when there is more water, the
distance is considerably reduced. The
method of floating a heavily-laden
canoe down a shallow stream is very
simple, though somewhat tedious. The
voyageurs hurriedly construct a series
of little dams, and when enough
water is collected to float the canoe
over the shallows, they open them suc-
cessively. It is, however, less trouble
to lift an unloaded canoe out of the
water altogether. Our voyageurs
used to trade chiefly with the Indian
tribes on Vermilion Lake, taking up
cotton goods, blankets, tobacco, rum,
&c., and receiving in return peltry,
horns, &c. They go in the autumn,
live with the Indians all the winter,
and return in the spring, very much
dissatisfied if they do not clear 100
per cent profit upon their outlay.
The stream they were now engaged
in damming up in the manner describ-
ed, was the first we had reached flow-
ing into the Mississippi ; and although
it was so small that a lady could have
stepped across it without inconveni-
ence, still its direction alone exercis-
ed a most cheering influence upon our
spirits. A few miles lower down it
fell into the Prairie River, a stream
twenty yards broad, and deep enough
to admit of the embarkation of the
whole party.
The reason that travelling in wild
countries is congenial to certain tem-
peraments, does not consist, as it ap-
pears to me, in the variety of scene or
Once upon a Time.
[July,
adventure which it involves, so much
as in the vividness and diversity of the
emotions which are experienced. For,
as all pleasure derives its intensity in
a great degree from the existence of
pain, so the many drawbacks and
discomforts of a rough life only serve
to render its amenities more thorough-
ly enjoyable to those keenly susceptible
of external influences. Thus our voy-
age down the Little Savannah River
would have been robbed of half its
attractions had we not undergone a
miserable experience upon the great
Savannah swamp. As it was, a few
hours changed entirely the aspect of
affairs. Instead of punting labori-
ously against an overpowering cur-
rent, or forcing our gloomy way amid
sedge and rush, or tramping wearily,
with loaded backs, through mud and
water, we were now gliding easily
and rapidly down the stream. We
had shot some wood-pigeons in the
course of our walk through the wood,
so we looked forward to a good din-
ner and a hospitable reception at the
Indian village on the shores of Sandy
Lake, which we hoped to reach before
nightfall ; and in the cheering antici-
pation thereof, we bent our backs to
our work with a will — our eight pad-
dles dashed merrily into the water,
sending showers of sparkling spray
far and wide, and frightening the
musk-rats out of their senses. The
wooded banks echoed back our lusty
French choruses, which we wound up
with a British cheer, and shot out
upon the broad bosom of the lake as
it glittered in the rays of the declining
sun.
LETTER TO EUSEBIUS.
ONCE UPON A TIME.
PART II.
WE are advancing, my dear Euse-
bius, down the stream of time, and
leaving real Antiquitie behind. That
mystery should have a verse at part-
ing. I ended my last with a sonnet,
and commence this with another.
Let Antiquitie hear —
" Hail ! sacredness of hoar Antiquitie,
That takest of the day no hue, but keepest
The grey of silence, in the which thou
Or in repose like sleep— the mystery
Of death's no dying — thine eternitie,
Dim shades of years in aisles sepulchral
heapest ;
And in lone nights in the moon's paleness
steepest
The love- writ records of mortalitie.
While thy compeer, Oblivion, from within
Old shattered tombs, and dry decay, and
dust,
Comes forth in gloom of twilight, and with
thin
Cold finger droppeth soft corroding rust
On sculptured scrolls and monumental pride;
And the grieved ghosts through the chill
cloisters glide."
Pass we on, then, to ever-living
Shakespeare. You may travel with
him, if you please, in our little volume,
from London to Stratford, and so to and
fro, and take your supper with him at
the hostelry, the Crown, in the Corn-
market in Oxford. But before you see
Shakespeare in the presence of Queen
Elizabeth, indulge yourself with a little
intervening episode of Queen Eliza-
beth herself visiting the sports of May-
day, when May-day was kept ; before
the "Puritans waged war with the
Maypoles, and, indeed, with alf those
indications of a full-hearted simplicity,
which were the echo of the universal
harmony of nature," as Mr Charles
Knight well remarks ; and as truly
adding, " The Maypoles never held
up their heads after the Civil Wars.
The 'strait-laced' exulted in their
fall ; but we believe the people were
neither wiser nor happier for their
removal." But to Queen Elizabeth
a-Maying — how pleasantly graphic is
the description ! " The scene, Wind-
sor. Her most gracious majesty is
busily employed in brushing up her
Latin and her Castle at the same time,
doing Horace's Art of Poetry into exe-
crable rhymes, and building private
staircases for the Earl of Leicester.
Her employment and the season make
her aspire to be poetical. She resolves
to see the May- day sports ; and, sal-
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Once upon a Time.
55
lying forth from the castle, takes
a short cut, with few attendants,
through the lawn which lay before
the south gate to the fields near the
entrance of Windsor town. The may-
pole stands close by the spot where
now commences the Long Walk. The
crowd make obsequious way for their
glorious queen, and the sports, at her
command, go uninterruptedly forward.
The group is indeed a most motley
one. The luxuries of a white cotton
gown were then unknown ; and even
her majesty's experience of knitted
hose was very limited. The girls
frisk away, therefore, in their grey
kirtles of linsey-woolsey, and their yel-
low stockings of coarse broad -cloth ;
the lads are somewhat fuddled, and
rather greasy ; and a whole garment
is a considerable distinction. The
Queen of May is commanded to ap-
proach. She has a tolerable garland
of violets and primroses, but a most
unprepossessing visage, pimpled with
exercise or ale. ' And so, my dainty
maiden,' says her majesty, 'you are
in love with Zephyr, and hawthorn
bushes, and morning dew, and wend-
est to the fields ere Phoebus gilds the
drifted clouds.' — ' Please your majes-
ty,' says the innocent, 4 I'm in love
with Tom Larkins, the handsome flesh-
monger, and a pretty dressing my
mother will give me for ganging a-
Maying in the grey of the morning.
There's queer work for lasses among
these rakehellies, please your majes-
ty.' Elizabeth suddenly turns with a
frown to her lord-in-waiting, and hur-
ries back as if she had pricked her
finger with a May-bush." If you have
not a specimen of the " poetry," you
have the " prose" of a May-day in
the olden time.
And now to Shakespeare — and who
with him ? You shall give him a not-
able companion ; a grave, a wise one —
not too grave nor too wise for Shake-
speare, however, though it be Francis
Bacon himself. Yet perhaps you
will have some disappointment, for
there is no actual dialogue between
them on record. Yet they met, and
for what purpose ? The gentlemen of
Gray's Inn had to enact devices and
shows and certain dramatic perform-
ances before the queen at Greenwich,
at the close of the year 1 587. There
is a curious record extant in the Brit-
ish Museum, among the Garrick papers,
showing of what kind were these
" certain devices and shows." The
subject, the Misfortunes of Arthur,
Uther Pendragon's son. " It was
reduced into tragical notes by Thomas
Hughes, one of the Society of Gray's
Inn." " Precious is this record,"
says Mr Charles Knight; " the salt
that preserves it is the one name,
Francis Bacon.* Bacon, in 1588, was
reader of Gray's Inn. To the devices
and shows of Hughes' tragedy — ac-
companiments that might lessen the
tediousness of its harangues, and
scatter a little beauty and repose
amongst the scenes of crime and
murder— Bacon would bring some-
'thing of that high poetical spirit which
gleams out at every page of his phil-
osophy." The gentlemen of Gray's
Inn, and Burbage with the queen's
players, on this occasion, were assem-
bled at Greenwich. Shakespeare and
Bacon, the greatest spirits of the age,
or of any age, met, probably uncon-
scious of each other's power. And yet,if
Bacon had to suggest additions, al-
terations, improvements, they must
have caught the observation of Shake-
speare ; for wisdom, like the air, car-
ries the scent of many flowers to
those who have the faculty ever open
to receive it. But the queen, after a
few days, wishes to renew the pastime.
Shakespeare has witnessed the dul-
ness of Hughes' efforts, and thinks he
can please her majesty as well. " The
cautious sagacity" of old Burbage is
well told — he weighs (how could he
weigh?) Shakespeare in his dramatic
scales. After many mental pros and
cons, he will trust the production of
this William Shakespeare to the judg-
* I know not if Mr Knight meant to perpetrate a pun when he wrote the " salt
that preserved;" but as the salt was "Bacon," the hint seems to have been taken, and
the salt applied where it should be, and Bacon made the recipient. A Miss Bacon,
an American authoress, desirous of appropriating to the family name, and through it
to herself, all genius, has written to prove that Shakespeare, did not write " Shake--
Bpeare," but that Bacon did. This is, in the American phrase, " going the whole
hog."
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Once upon a Time.
[July,
ment of the queen. It is Love's
Labour Lost. The queen does judge
well. She has heard something, in-
deed, very different from the old my-
thological formalities. Raleigh, who
is present, acknowledges that " a real
poet has arisen, where poetry was
scarcely looked for." Every work of
true genius is a " labour of love," and
the world, from that day to this, has
given approval, and declared, as it
ever will declare, that Shakespeare's
Love's Labour, in spite of its title,
was not lost.
Now pass we on,Eusebius, or rather
loiter about the same period, to hear
a little of Shakespeare's rival — enemy,
as people unknowing of the truth
unwisely called him — Ben Jonson.
He was probably a hasty man,
but there is evidence enough of his
generous spirit. This miniature bio-
graphy, by Mr Charles Knight, is ad-
mirably told. It is a beautiful history
of a mother with trust in her heart,
which nothing can put aside, that her
son will one day make a figure in the
world. The aspect of fortune is
frowning enough to all but her. She
will have him to be a scholar, and ful-
fil his destiny. She, a widow, had
married Thomas Fowler, a master
bricklayer, the child being then about
a year and a half old. The characters
are well made out. The master-
bricklayer husband is a common-
place, honest man, of fair common-
sense, but no dreamer of the destinies
of genius. Benjamin's mother is of
quite another stamp — a woman of
resolution, patience, of unalterable
affection, and the keenest discernment
and persuasion of the genius of her
son. Benjamin is the inevitable
genius — working out fame in his own
strange way, as genius ever does, in-
comprehensible to the common-sense
master bricklayer ; and in that same
ever -condemned untoward way did
his contemporary Shakespeare work
his way to fame that shall never die.
Such was the child, the boy, the man
Benjamin, till, true to his mother's
prophetic instinct, he became the " Oh
rare Ben Jonson." First the child,
picking up somewhat wild knowledge
in the parish school and in the alleys
of St Martin's Lane — then the boy,
who must " earn his living," mixing
even then fine poetic thought into the
coarse mortar he is working with his
hands ; the grown youth, the friend
of " Master Camden, good man, and
learned," who will pay for his school-
ing ; the half-starved scholar of Cam-
bridge returning, destitute again, to
take up the hod ; the man, passion-
ate, and of quarrel, receiving his
grandfather's sword, and off to the
Low Countries. Returns again, and
finds his mother a second time a
widow — works again a bricklayer, like
an affectionate son, but has his old
chamber and his learned books. Then
comes the touching scene. The com-
panion of wits and dramatists at the
Mermaid, he writes and quarrels. A
man is killed. Oh " rare" Ben, thou
art in danger of thy life. He escapes
that, and there is a memorial banquet
given on the occasion. I must quote
the finale, in which the heroic mother
is true to herself and her gifted son.
" There is a joyous company of im-
mortals at the feast. There, too, is
that loving and faithful mother. The
wine-cups are flowing. There are
song and jest and passionate earnest-
ness, with which such friends speak
when the heart is opened. But there
is one whose shadow we now see
more passionate and more earnest
than any of that company." She
rises, with a full goblet in her hand :
" Son, I drink to thee. Benjamin, my
beloved son, thrice I drink to thee.
See ye this paper ; one grain of the
subtle drug which it holds is death.
Even as we now pledge each other
in rich canary, would I have pledged
thee in lusty strong poison, had thy
sentence taken execution. Thy shame
would have been my shame, and
neither of us should have lived after
it." " She was no churl," says Ben-
jamin. And had he not a right to say
so, Eusebius ?
A little more yet of Ben Jonson. In
1618 he undertook a pedestrian travel
toEdinburgh, of which feat be appear-
ed to be proud. Of which travel
Bacon wittily said, that " he loved
not to see poesy go on other foot than
poetical dactylus and sponda3us."
Bacon, it seems, had a leaning to the
drama, and kept up the intercourse
with the dramatists, which had be-
gun when he tried his emendations
of the " devices and shows" for the
queen's entertainment at Greenwich.
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Once upon a Time.
57
Doubtless, dramatists still think this
one mark of his wisdom. At the
same time "honest John Taylor," as a
part of his " Penniless Pilgrimage,"
visited Scotland also, where he fell in
with Jonson. The object of Mr
Knight, in this essay of the English
Poets in Scotland, is to show that
Shakespeare also was there. I will
not compliment him upon his success,
his best argument being a few lines
descriptive of " cloud land," begin-
ning, " Sometimes we see a cloud that's
dragonish." Admitting the poetry
of John Taylor, the dubiety of Shake-
speare having been amongst them on
this occasion will not allow the Scots
to say, " Laetamur nos poetis tribus."
There is, however, evidence that
Shakespeare's company was at' Aber-
deen in October 1601. Mr Knight
thinks " his tragedy of Macbeth ex-
hibits traces of local knowledge, which
might have been readily collected by
him in the exact path of such a jour-
ney." I doubt if you will relish, as
the author will think you ought, this
little piece of antiquarian gossip. It
is easy enough for one who rides his
hobby, as does our author, pretty fast,
to overtake the water poet, and, pass-
ing him at full speed, hope to over-
take the poet of all others he would
wish to see, Shakespeare.
I am glad to see a record of play-
loving and play-going in Scotland.
Aberdeen is complimented. " It is
to the honour of Aberdeen that, in an
age of strong prejudices, they welcom-
ed the English players in a way which
vindicated their own character for
wisdom, learning, gallantry, breeding,
and civil conversation." It is not to
those who so welcomed them that we
must chiefly lay the charge of the
witch -persecutions of that time. In
almost every case these atrocities
were committed under the sanction of
the kirk -session. It is noticed, that
at the second Christmas after James
had ascended the English throne,
Shakespeare's early plays were the
favourites at the court. It is infer-
red that James had acquired this
taste from seeing them acted in Scot-
land. Mr Knight makes no mention
of the plays acted before James at
Cambridge. As the Gray's Inn
gentlemen were the performers and
dramatic caterers at Greenwich, so
were the students and fellows at Cam-
bridge both purveyors and actors. On
this occasion the Latin play of Ignor-
amus, somewhat malevolent upon law-
yers, was acted. It was commanded
by, and quite to the taste of the
pedant king, who on this visit was ac-
companied by the Prince of Wales,
afterwards Charles T. The queen
was not present, the Cambridge
authorities having been remiss in gal-
lantry, and neglected to give an invi-
tation. The names of the actors are
recorded, among whom may be seen
a future bishop, Mr Towers, Queen's
College, afterwards Bishop of Peter-
borough.
" The only book that took Samuel
Johnson out of his bed two hours be-
fore he wished to rise, will scarcely
do for a busy man to touch before
breakfast. There is no leaving it,
except by an effort." Such is the
commendation bestowed on Robert
Burton, author of The Anatomy of
Melancholy. There have been and are
very many ready to subscribe to this
sentence of praise. I know your ad-
miration of tha book, Eusebius; I
have lately taken it up, but confess that
I found the unvaried style, accumula-
tive of epithets, similitudes, and dis-
similitudes, and exaggerations, some-
what wearisome. I could not read it
continuously; very entertaining to dip
into. But perhaps I referred to it
when not in the best mood for a work
of that peculiar character. In Once
upon a Time, the forethought and
civic wisdom of Burton is manifested
by the evidence of time present. '* I
will, to satisfy and please myself,
make a Utopia of my own — a new
Atlantis, a poetical commonwealth of
my own, in which I will freely domi-
neer, build cities, make laws, statutes,
as I list myself." Utopias on paper
are amusing enough, but from Plato
to Rousseau there never yet was one
fit for man to inhabit — for the very
reason that they are fashioned for all
by the whim of one. Commonwealths
and civic politics grow; they start up
not ready made. If on any occa-
sion they do appear, it is by some
such severe blow upon the principal
head as that from which Minerva
sprang, who, of a quarrelsome nature,
made her father's and all the gods'
heads ache ever after. There is a
58
Once upon a Time.
great deal of practicable wisdom in
Burton, and applicable to states and
cities after they are grown. He can
very well inform the people of Salis-
bury how beneficial to them would
be their river rendered navigable to
Christchurch — " that it might be
made as passable as the Thames from
Brentford to Windsor; and that, by
means of such navigation, the loiterers
might be turned into labourers, and
penury into plenty." " Amongst our
towns there is only one (London) that
bears the face of a city Epitome Bri-
tannise — a famous emporium, second
to none beyond seas — a noble mart,
and yet in my judgment defective in
many things. The rest, some few
excepted (York, Bristow, Norwich,
Worcester), are in mean estate, ruin-
ous most part, poor, and full of beg-
gars, by reason of their decayed trades,
neglected and bad policy, idleness of
their inhabitants, riot, which had
rather beg or loiter, and be ready to
starve, than work." You will not re-
cognise the industry and enterprise
of the English nation, Eusebius, in
this description of their towns, com-
paring it with the old cities, enlarged
and renovated, and new ones sprung
up, since the days of " Democritus,
junior." But as this is peculiarly the
age of improvements, or so-called, so-
cial, political, and family, or in all that
relates to the art of living, it is not
surprising if modern sense has taken
hints from an Oxford scholar of
1621. One is very notable. " I will
have convenient churches, and sepa-
rate places to bury the dead in." Onr
Burial Act dates 1853. The fact is,
Eusebius, that it is the trading spirit
which is both the inventor and worker-
out of improvements. Legislature
often impedes, and seldom does more
than give a sanction. All great works
of permanent utility are done by com-
panies. Industry creates capital. Ca-
pital suggests, and combination be-
comes the means. It has been re-
cently in every one's mouth, that if the
Government had contracted with com-
panies for the transport, armament,
victualling, and medical establishment
for our troops in the Crimea, the work
would have been done without fault.
To be sure it would, as the work of
companies is done; but then, what are
these companies — these mercantile
[July,
firms ? They are not shifting, but
permanent bodies, practical men, with
a certain object, and means provided
for continuance. But what is a go-
vernment undertaking these things?
A shifting body, not one of whom is
brought up to the business; not chosen
even from fitness to it; every one has
to fight for his place as long as he is
in it : his mind distracted, so that the
hundred hands with which, as a Bria-
reus, he is supposed to be supplied,
are all sawing the air, and acting in-
dependently of the head; which head
all the while hardly knows whose
shoulders it is on. I retain, Eusebius,
the principles still of an old Tory (I
dislike the Conservative term, as I
would to appear at the Old Bailey
under an alias), and think it a misfor-
tune that the executive Government
has lost its legitimate preponderance.
The Reform Bill has brought it to a
sickly state. For such a country as
this it ought to be strong. There
should be just such preponderance as,
unless under extraordinary cases,
when other parties would combine
against it, would give it a fair chance
of durability. A government now
lasts three years, is considered long-
lived at six; sometimes, as recentty,
we have one for a week, and some-
times are without one. If one lasts
the longest, a man has no sooner
acquired some knowledge of his busi-
ness than he yields up his office to a
successor, who has everything to learn.
Burke spoke of the folly of treating
our legislators like chimney-sweepers,
who, as soon as they have learnt their
business, are too old to practise it.
But why impertinently thrust before
your eyes my opinions, when you
should be reading Burton's sugges-
tions ? He is rabid about lawyers —
" gowned vultures," as he calls them.
But how truly he describes some evils
that still exist amongst us, and which
we still bear patiently ! " Our fore-
fathers," as a worthy chorographer of
ours observes, " had wont, with a
few golden crosses and lines in verse,
make all conveyances assurances.
And such was the candour and inte-
grity of succeeding ages, that a deed,
as I have oft seen, to convey a whole
manor, was implicite contained in
some twenty lines or thereabouts.
But now many skins of parchment
1855.]
must scarce serve turn. He that buys
and sells a house must have a house
fall of writings." And then come
" contention and confusion," and men
go to law, and " I know not how
many years before the cause is heard;
and when 'tis judged and determined,
by reason of some tricks and errors
it is as fresh to begin, after twice seven
years sometimes, as it was at first."
Who shall say that this is obsolete ?
The patience with which the atrocities
of law are endured has ever appeared
to me, Eusebius, the most wonderful
phenomenon of the age. There was
the case of poor old Mrs Cummings,
who had a fancy for cats. She was
possessed of some few thousand
pounds. Was she sane or insane?
That could have been, if ascertainable,
ascertainable in a day ; but it took
just so long time as sufficed to swal-
low up every shilling, and she died
beggared, and, if not insane before,
driven out of her mind, and into her
grave.*
It is only a few posts ago I received
a letter requesting subscriptions to de-
fray the Braintree case expenses. The
simple question being whether church-
rates were or were not to be legally
enforced, why should not an hour have
settled the matter? It has lasted
I know not how many years, and
cost £2500. It costs a bishop thou-
sands of pounds to try whether a
clericus has misbehaved ; and after
all, what is still worse, an offend-
ing clericus may escape and an inno-
cent bishop suffer. This will put
you, Eusebius, into one of your vitu-
perative humours — indulge in, then,
other satire than your own, and turn
to your old Burton, and see into what
glorious frenzy of his malignity he
heaps up his accumulated vitupera-
tions. When you have read your
Times, and see the shiftings of places,
the treacheries, the mismanagements,
the harlequinades of governments and
no governments, places given up, em-
bassies undertaken, you will think for
Once upon a Time. 59
the moment ^emocritus junior a
living man, and expressing himself
with an application to the news of the
Times. u Now come tidings of wed-
dings, maskings, mummeries, enter-
tainments, jubilees, embassies, tilts
and tournaments, trophies, revels,
sports, plays. Then, again, as in &
new-shifted scene, treasons, cheating
tricks, robberies, enormous villanies
in all kinds, funerals, burials, death of
princes, new discoveries, expeditions;
now comical, then tragical matters.
To-day we hear of new lords, and
offices created ; to-morrow, of some
great men deposed ; and then, again,
of fresh honours conferred. One is
let loose, another imprisoned ; one
purchased), another breaketh ; he
thrives, his neighbour turns bank-
rupt; now plenty, then again death
and famine ; one runs, another rides,
wrangles, laughs, weeps, &c. Thus
I daily hear, and suchlike, both pub-
lic and private news, amidst the gal-
lantry and misery of the world ; jol-
lity, pride, perplexities, and cares,
simplicity and villany, subtlety, knav-
ery, candour, and integrity, mutually
mixed, and offering themselves."
As in the catalogue of colours
there are but few names, and indeed
scarcely more than what are called
the primitive, yet the mingling and
the varieties of hues make them,
almost infinite, — so is it in opinions —
nay, in moralities themselves ; they
have their shades and mixtures, and
colouring of circumstance, and motive,
and natural temperament, yet are
all these almost infinities, in our
converse and treatment of them, at-
tachable to but a limited nomencla-
ture. I say this, Eusebius, thinking
of Milton, a Milton the Londoner "
of Mr Knight's essay in Once upon a
Time. In our common parlance we
admit impossibilities rather than en-
dure the fatigue of philosophical un-
ravelling the entangled skein of char-
acter. We speak of Milton the Puri-
tan. Could Milton have been a Puri-
* If there be such a blessed thing as hope at the bottom of that Pandora's box,
Law — which is crammed so full of accumulated abominations that the lid will not
close, but is ever gaping to receive more— the world will have to thank the author of
" Jarndyce and Jarndyce" for the daring and dexterity with which he has thrust in
his hand, and turned over to the exposure of the keen and purifying atmosphere of
general indignation the poisonous rags of legality; that, if it be yet possible, Hope
may rise through the lightened encumbrance.
60 Once upon a Time.
tan? — impossible, if we know what a
Puritan is, or rather was. See the
impossibility of real Puritanism clutch-
ing the heart of John Milton— it would
have strangled its great nobility. But
that remained unimpaired. You and
I, Eusebius, are not of that great
man's politics, nor of many of his
opinions ; but we dare not approach
the shade of such a man with levity,
much less with contumely. What he
was can only be in the grasp of one
of his genius to handle. In Once upon
a Time, two lines from Wordsworth
are quoted to portray him ; and they
are in thoughts borrowed from the
sublime of the heavens and the earth :
''Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart;"
And—
" Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like
the sea."
Milton a Puritan ! The Puritans
hated poetry — John Milton was, is,
the world's everlasting poet. The
Puritans hated, maligned, persecuted,
the drama and dramatists — Milton
loved them, and wrote plays. They
proscribed sports and common mirth —
Milton, we are told, was ever mirth-
ful, and wrote well of sports. Wit-
ness that fine irony in which he runs
through the difficulties of putting
them down, which that age wished to
do. " It will ask more than the work
of twenty licensers to examine all the
lutes, the violins, and the guitars in
every house. They must not be suf-
fered to prattle as they do, but must
be licensed what to say. And who
shall silence all the airs and madrigals
that whisper softness in chambers?
The windows, also, and balconies,
must be thought on." . . . "The vil-
lages, also, must have their visitors,
to inquire what lectures the bagpipe
and the rebeck reads, even to the
ballatry and the gammut of every
municipal fiddler; for these are the
countryman's Arcadias and his Monet
Mayors." The Puritan writes thus !
Rather would you not think you
were following the gifted and gayest
of the Puritan-scorning, the wittiest
of the Cavaliers? I have said before,
Eusebius, that the sensitive man hath
wit ; see it in this passage. How ex-
quisite it is in the imaginary string
fastening the long Puritan's lecture
[July,
upon the uncontrollable breath of the
bagpipe. The Puritans hated the
organ, as Satan's instrument; it creat-
ed Milton's ecstasy, and moulded his
verse. They hated the show and cir-
cumstance of greatness, as guilt in
gorgeousness ; he spoke of it as un-
der its inspirations — with its chivalry
in his heart, and his voice, and pen,
when the morose fit of his party was
off him ; for he had this imperfection.
No, John Milton, whatever name you
give him, was a perfect, a consum-
mate man, of unmutilated sympathies,
and, whatever else, was not a Puri-
tan. Milton's life is too well known
to be treated of here. The story of
his separation from his wife and their
reconciliation is most touchingly and
dramatically told, in some very good
modestly introduced poetry, by the
author of Once upon a Time. We
are descending in the course of time,
when we read of an interview be-
tween John Dryden and John Milton ;
the former called " Glorious John,"
but here a greater glory met him — for
was not also Milton a " Glorious
John?" It is narrated by Aubrey,
" John Dryden, Esq., Poet-Laureat,
who very much admired him, and
went to have leave to put his Para-
dise Lost into a drama, in rhyme. Mr
Milton received him civilly, and told
him he would give him leave to tag
his verses." This anecdote does not
savour much of John Dryden's un-
doubted good sense — if true, it sa-
vours of Milton's wit. Milton and
Dryden ! Verily " Once npon a
time" has been stealthily advancing,
and closing in upon u the memory-of-
man time," like that iron shroud I
have read of, which, large at first, im-
perceptibly shrinking and drawing
itself in upon the body, was at last to
crush it ; so shall we be sent back into
the " Once upon a time." In those
days of Milton, Time was indeed as
the iron shroud ; for it looked dark,
with pike, and cuirass, and artillery.
Let us hope the black days of civil
strife are gone. u The memory-of-man
time," approaching, wears a sunnier
aspect. It is almost within the me-
mory of man that the Stuart race have
passed away. How near it appears !
I remember, Eusebius, hearing my
grandfather say (he died about ninety-
four years of age) that he well re-
1855.]
membered his grandmother, who was
twenty years of age, and in London,
when Charles I. was beheaded. So
that you see, were I to live to his
age, how striking would be the fact of
this touching of generations; it would
be possible for me to say that I had
heard some incident which might have
taken place on that wretched occasion,
not, indeed from an eyewitness, but
from one who had received it from an
eyewitness. We are approaching the
time of biographies and true records.
There follows the well-known tale of
" Lucy Hutchinson," and it is sweetly
told. A little child interests John
Hutchinson, by talk of her sister Lucy.
Everything is Lucy — all love, all
speak of this Lucy. John Hutchinson
is almost in love by report — no won-
der that the presence of the real Lucy
captivates him. She is one of those
persons who are so near perfection,
that in contemplating their characters,
people in their enthusiasm have doubt-
ed, through their excellence, the
taint of original sin ; so perfect have
they ever seemed. But for the truth
and safety, nay, profound warranty of
the Scripture creed, those very per-
fect persons confess to the great
truth — whence we draw the inference
that virtue, the higher it is, is con-
scious of its imperfection, and ever
aspires to a goodness which it acknow-
ledges to be far above itself. The
betrothed Lucy is nigh unto death ;
she is seized with the small-pox, when
John Hutchinson is permitted to see
her. "She is the most deformed
person that could be seen." " But
God recompensed his justice and con-
stancy by restoring her, though she
was longer than ordinary before she
recovered to be as well as before."
They married ; their after happiness,
troubles, and trials, are shortly and
well told. I could not help thinking,
as I read the little tale, that the Esther
Summerson, the Dame Durden of
Bleak House, was imagined from the
real Lucy Hutchinson. How beauti-
fully do such personages come upon
the stage of life ! — good enough to make
the misanthrope in love with humanity.
Never is virtue more lovely, never of
a more heavenly dignity, than when it
comes in the sunshine of feminine ex-
cellence.
"Burden not the back of Aries,
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Leo, or Taurus with thy faults ; nor
make Saturn, Mars, or Venus guilty
of thy follies. Think not to fasten
thy imperfections on the stars, and so
despairingly conceive thyself under a
fatality of being evil." So said Sir
Thomas Brown, Knight, M.D., in his
Christian Morals. Mr Knight has
a chapter on "Astrological Almanacs."
We begin to think ourselves above
superstition, because we have pretty
well, as we dare say, laughed astrology
out of the heads of people. We burnt
old women for witches, but we did
not burn superstition out of the land.
Witchcraft itself is not quite gone. I
remember an old woman, in a parish
in which I lived some years, whom a
young man, a farmer's son, shot at
with a crooked sixpence. Superstition
is ubiquitous ; like the demon driven
out of one body, it escapes into another.
Eusebius, people are as ready to be-
lieve anything, provided it be some-
thing rather new, as ever they were —
even more silly, more impossible than
the old impostures. I will not waste
your time with proofs — you have them
everywhere. I could almost forgive
astrology for its connection with the
occult philosophy, which ultimately
brought about the study of chemistry ;
but more still for the amusement
which the grave wit of Swift has
afforded in his account of the death of
Partridge, the almanac- maker. If it
did not kill the astrologer, it put an
end to his almanac. Nothing can be
liner drawn, after the unpretending
pattern of commonplace truth, than
poor Partridge's dying confession of
his ignorance and blasphemy. The
witty Dean, who could persuade the
gaping people that he had put off the
eclipse, was more formidable than
Aries and Leo to poor Partridge ; he
might have ridden upon their backs
for life, but when he put the Dean's
back up, he was thrown upon his own,
never to rise again. He might better
have wrestled with Saturn and Mars
than against the Dean. His wit was
the keenest of weapons ; like "Durlen-
dana" of Orlando, it cut through so
clean that the combatant did not
know he was dead till he shook his
shoulders, and his head rolled at his
feet. Somewhat similar was the
Dean's treatment of Curll. But what
induced Swift to annihilate Partridge?
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Once upon a Time.
Is there a secret history to that affair?
The clever French novelist De Wailly,
who has worked into a tale the lives of
Swift, Stella, and Vanessa, I know not
upon what authority, has given the
origin of this spite upon Partridge, in
some vexation Swift felt at a very in-
opportune credulity on the part of
Mrs Dingley, which touched the Dean
himself, with regard to Partridge's
prophesying. It is quite amusing to
read, as we do, every now and then,
a paragraph in newspapers, exempli-
fying ignorance and superstition by
anecdote of some poor dupe, in a far
country village, victimised by fortune-
teller ; — the writer forgetting that in
the metropolis in which he writes,
" ignorance and superstition," even of
the same kind, may be found, or may
have been lately, among those who
are classed among the wise, the pru-
dent, the educated, the wealthy. The
poor almanac* makers were innocent,
if compared with spirit-rappers and
mesmeric fortune-tellers. Cagliostro
grew rich at court, and among the
great. Cagliostros still exist under
other names. Whoever will have the
impudence to assert boldly, and trick
it cleverly, that he has direct inter-
course with the world of spirits, will
not lack believers, followers, nor almost
worshippers.
You may, in your fancy, once
more, and for the last time, Eusebius,
dance round the Maypole in an ac-
count of " May Fair." May Fair was
once distant enough from City habita-
tion. " Where Apsley House now
stands was a low inn, called the
Hercules Pillars." Heroic and classic
reminiscences still attach to the spot.
You have there the statue of Achilles,
and near to the old watering-place,
"the Triumphant Chariot," stands the
great conqueror's, Apsley House. May
Fair was the site of a fair ; and there,
surviving the animosity and potency
of the Puritans, was the Maypole
again erected in 1661. Not only the
Maypole, but fairs became a nui-
sance. There was a magnificent May-
pole of enormous height ; the Duke of
York ordered the sailors to officiate in
erecting it, to the sound of drums and
trumpets. "In 1717 it was carted
away to Wanstead under the direc-
tion of Newton, and there set up to
support the largest telescope in the
world, which had been presented to
the Royal Society by a French mem-
ber, M. Huyon." This was its apo-
theosis, if I may so call its celestial
inclination. It was highly honoured
at last, for philosophy, Urania herself,
leaned upon it, and learned from it to
turn an upward ken to the vast hea-
vens. With the fair, the old puppet-
shows are gone. Are there any in
existence yet, Eusebius ? How they
delighted us when boys ! It is some-
thing to speak of, that one lived in
the days of puppet-shows. Had such
puppet-shows as we have seen, been
in the palmy days of Rome, they had
become better dates than the " Con-
sule Planco." Perhaps they were as
rational as the Olympic Games. I
wish the people had a few of these old
amusements. Amusement can swal-
low and innocently digest many follies.
If you will not allow a few of the
minor kind, the disposition to have
them may be apt to break out into
great madness. In 1701, Brookfield
revelry was not abolished. How al-
most incredible is it, that " eleven
million pounds of tobacco were then
annually consumed by a population of
five millions." But May Fair had
another celebrity, more disgraceful
than poor mummers and puppet-show-
men. " When fashion," observes Mr
Knight, " obtained possession of the
site, the form of profligacy was changed.
The thimble- riggers were gone ; but Dr
Keith married all comers to his chapel,
' with no questions asked,' for a guinea,
any time after midnight till four in the
afternoon." There is no Dr Keith now,
and May Fair is more respectable.
u There are few books," says the
author of Once upon a Time, " that I
take up more willingly in a vacant
half-hour, than the scraps of biogra-
phy which Aubrey, the antiquary,
addressed to Anthony a Wood ; and
which were published from the origi-
nal manuscripts in the Ashmolean
Museum, in 1813." John Aubrey was
the Boswell of Anthony a Wood. He
appears to have been one of those
wanderers whom I have elsewhere
described, as driven out of the com-
mon walk, cares, and prudences of
life, by some troubles of a domestic
kind, and reverses of fortune, which,
unsettling slightly the balance of the
mind, sets the brain upon a little, and
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the foot upon much, wandering. Such
are ever restless and busy, so was
John Aubrey. " He lived about in
country houses with kind squires, with
whom he took his diet and sweet
otiums." His love was to make notes
of people and things. A pleasant ac-
quaintance now is John Aubrey, per-
haps pleasanter than when he gossiped
with Mr Evelyn and Mr Isaac Wal-
ton. Born in 1626, " he lived seventy-
two years in the greatest period of
transition in our English history."
Something of that period he tells in
this anecdote of Hollar, the celebrated
engraver, who went into the Low
Countries, and remained till 1649.
" I remember he told me that when
he first came into England, which
was a serene time of peace, the people,
both poor and rich, did look cheer-
fully ; but at his return he found the
countenances of the people all changed
— melancholy, spiteful as if bewitch-
ed." That " spiteful as if bewitched"
is an admirable expression. It epi-
tomises the history of the times.
Alas ! that fame, too, should be spite-
ful, and keep back in her hiding-
places names that ought to live. We
only know this malevolence by a few
accidental discoveries, when fame or
her spite was asleep, and such anti-
quarians as John Aubrey took the
keys, and rummaged the odd places
where they had been put away. Here
we have some lines of Sir Robert
Acton, or Ay ton, that ought ever to
carry with them the spirit or image
of him that thought them and made
them. They have been closely copied
by Burns.
" I do confess thouVt smooth and fair,
And I might have gone near to love thee,
Had I not found the slightest prayer
That lips could move, had power to move
thee ;
But I can let thee now alone,
As worthy to be loved by none.
I do confess thou'rt sweet, yet find
Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets,
Thy favours are but like the wind,
Which kisseth everything it meets;
And since thou canst love more than one,
Thou'rt worthy to be kissed by none."
There is another song, which is
everywhere heard to this day, which
every heart responds to in tenderness.
Burns said he took it down from an
old man's singing ; but it was consi-
dered to have been his own. The
a Time.
63
" Bannatyne Club" discovered it to
be by Sir Robert Ay ton. The Doric
of Burns has but slightly altered it.
" Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And never thought upon,
The flames of love extinguished,
And freely past and gone ?
Is thy kind heart now grown so cold,
In that loving breast of thine,
That thou couldst never once reflect
On old langsyne ? "
Here is another scrap, precious and
vital, rescued from the mummy hand
of buried Time. It was a true child
of poetry that would not yield a jot
of his spirit to misery, and could in a
cellar write such lines as these.
u Poor Lovelace, as he is called, wrote
them ; " but not so poor after all, nor
so miserable, for he could at will
count his riches by his rhymes.
" Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage ;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage.
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above
Enjoy such liberty."
Every man is apt to calculate an-
other's miseries by the arithmetic
table of his own idiosyncrasy. I ve-
rily believe, Eusebius, it not unfre-
quently happens that the nominally
miserable would not change lots with
the nominally happy.
Andrew Marvel would not drink in
company, not even of the friends of
his own party — not that he disliked a
glass, but he feared what he might
say when the liquor was in and the
caution out. There is a sad history
of those times in that prudence of
Andrew Marvel. But the succeeding
times, after the Restoration, made up
for all former abstinence. The poets
whom John Aubrey was acquainted
with were given to jollity, and there
was a " chiel amang 'em taking
notes," and the antiquarians now
" prent 'em." It is extraordinary that
gravity of character was not entirely
upset and thrown in the dirt by in-
ebriety. "These poets have left a
Bacchanalian odour behind them.
But there is a smack of tipsy jollity
in every grade of society, as if in de-
fiance of the Puritans."
If Denham, who, according to Au-
brey, " was generally temperate in
drinking," was betrayed on one occa-
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[July,
sion, after being " merry at the ta-
vern," into the fancy " to get a plas-
terer's brush and a pot of ink, and
blot out all the signs between Temple
Bar and Charing Cross," what shall
we say of Dr Butler, a famous physi-
cian, who, our veritable record tells,
" would many times go to the tavern,
but drink by himself; about nine or
ten at night old Nell comes for him,
with a candle and lanthorn, and says,
4 Come home, you drunken beast !'"
Sir John Denham, however, had a
noble heart, and has one anecdote re-
corded of him, which is large in cha-
rity enough to cover a multitude of
follies. " George Withers got Den-
ham's estate from the Parliament.
After the Restoration, Withers is in
danger, for he had written bitter
things against the Royalists. Sir
John Denham went to the king, and
desired his Majesty not to hang him,
for that whilst George Withers lived,
he, Sir John, should not be the worst
poet in England." The kind heart is
as admirable as the ready wit. Anec-
dotes are told of similar kindnesses
during and after the Civil Wars.
Oliver, the Protector, himself even
loved the company of Sir James Long,
a colonel of the horse in a Royalist
brigade, and went hawking with him.
The Cavaliers had in them a spirit of
the old chivalry, well described by
Ariosto —
" O gran bonta de' Cavalieri antiqui !
Eran rivali, eran de fe"1 diversi,
E si sentian degli aspri colpi iniqui
Per tutta la persona anco dolersi ;
Eppur per selve oscure e calli obliqui
Insieme van, senza sospetto aversi."
— Canto i., st. xxii.
I venture a translation.
O generous hearts of Cavaliers of old,
Who, hostile in their arms and in their
creed,
In battered limbs and bruises manifold,
Feeling the prowess of each other's deed,
Did in dark woods and wilds together hold
In trustful guise their unsuspecting speed.
It may fairly be supposed that such
a brain as Aubrey's would gather a few
improbabilities from Hearsay, that
notable liar. Such is the tale of
Chief-Justice Popham. " He for
several years addicted himself but
little to the study of the laws, but to
profligate company, and was wont to
take a purse with them ! " It is told,
also, that being over-persuaded by
his wife to give over these wild
courses, being then about thirty years
old, he did so, and desired her " to
provide a very good entertainment
for his camerades, to take leave of
them." Mr Knight, by recommenda-
tion, delivers over the Lord Chief-
Justice to the mercy of the painters
for two pictures, " The Barrister
at the Rogues' Feast," and "The
Judge charging the Jury for the
Murderer," for defending whom, it
is said, he received a park and a
manor. Two great judges of our
land, Eusebius, appear in leave-tak-
ings from societies of a very opposite
character: Lord Chief- Justice Pop-
ham of rogues, Judge Blackstone of
the Muses. The farewell of the latter
was suitable to the company, for it
was in verse. It is to be hoped the
former took leave not according to
the profession of his society, in the
division of spoils.
The second volume commences with
a dialogue between Addison and Steele
at the printing-office of Mr Buckley,
who bears a part in it. It is upon
the subject of the imposition of the
newspaper stamp. This was in 1712.
Now, in 1855, there is an alarm at
the taking off the stamp. Mr Buck-
ley boasts—" Look at my printing-
office, and see if we are not improved.
Why, Sir Roger L'Estrange, when he
set up the Intelligencer fifty years
ago, gave notice that he would publish
his one book a-week, ' to be published
every Thursday, and finished upon the
Tuesday night, leaving Wednesday
entire for the printing it off;' and
now I, gentlemen — Heaven forbid I
should boast — can print your Spectator
off every day, and not even want the
copy more than -three days before the
publication. Think of that, gentle-
men, a half sheet every day. A
hundred years hence nobody will
believe it." The incredulity of the
"hundred years hence" — that is, in
1812 — on the fact, would have aston-
ished the ghost of Mr Buckley, could
he have been called up from the
shades, and placed in one of the print-
ing-offices of that day. Miracu-
lous, indeed, would appear the work
of Printing-house Square in 1855.
Yet the marvel of readers must pre-
cede, or be simultaneous with, the
mechanical improvements in printing.
1855.]
" Ye're a wonderful man, Mr Buck-
ley, and we are all very grateful to
you," says the laughing essayist ;
" but talking of a hundred years
hence, who can say that our moral
and mechanical improvements are to
stop here? I can imagine a time
when every handicraft in the country
shall read ; when the Irish chairman
shall read ; and when your Intelli-
gencer shall hear of a great battle on
the Wednesday morning, and have a
full account of it published on the
Thursday."
I doubt, Eusebius, if our friend, the
author of Once upon a Time, has made
enough here of his comparison of old
with present days, either as to print-
ing or reading. For instance, in this
case of hearing of a battle on Wednes-
day, and having an account published
of it on Thursday, we not only hear
of a battle, but have a'printed account
of one that took place, only a few
hours before, three thousand miles off.
Nay, more ! — in a day or two we
have an exact, or rather many exact,
pictures of the scenes of action, taken
accurately on the spot, transferred to
the pages of a newspaper, and circu-
lated by thousands upon thousands
over England in a few hours among
multitudes of readers never dreamed
of. Would you not like, Eusebius, to
call up the shade of Mr Buckley, and
put into his hands an Illustrated News,
and inform him when and where the
scenes were acted which he sees re-
presented to the truth with such ex-
quisite skill? Nor would the poor
Buckley shade have cause to boast
much of his material. I had in my
possession, and gave it away to a
collector, one of the numbers of the
/Spectator. It would be now, so bad
was the paper, quite unfit to lay upon
a breakfast-table. The wit of those
days was " finer wove " than the
material on which it appeared. (Exit
the ghost of Mr Buckley.)
Trivia — the name of the pure
Diana — witnessing to all impure ways.
We learn that the last of the ancient
shoeblacks was seen about the year
1820. I suspect the blacking before
that period was not of that superior
quality, the advertisement of whose
excellence was painted on the great
44 Pyramid," as travellers record. " In
1754," says our author, " the polite
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Chesterfield and the witty Walpole
felt it no degradation to the work
over which they presided, that it
should be jocose about his (the shoe-
black's) fraternity, and hold that his
profession was more dignified than
that of the author." " Gay makes
4 the black youth ' his mythological
descent from the goddess of mud, and
his importance in a muddy city the
subject of the longest episode in his
amusing Trivia:'1 The fraternity did
certainly, Eusebius, maintain a kind
of dignity, for I remember hearing a
gentleman "in a muddy city" re-
monstrate with one of the "profes-
sion," that he had either cleaned the
wrong shoes or cleaned ill, and was
much amused by the reply, made
with an air of great indifference, " Oh,
it must have been a mistake of my
clerk's." The shoeblack of those
days went in despair to the poor-
house when streets were paved ; " and
his boys, having a keener eye than
their father to the wants of the com-
munity, took up the trade which he
most hated, and applied themselves
to the diligent removal of the mud in
an earlier stage of its accumulation —
they swept crossings instead of sweep-
ing shoes." The trade is happily re-
vived, however, and, to give it its
dignity, if he has not always '4 fine
linen," the~' shoeblack is clothed in
scarlet. Before 1750 the road (the
only road, we are told) to the Houses
of Parliament was so bad that, when
the King went to Parliament, fagots
were thrown in to fill up the ruts.
This was nearly a century before the
wooden blocks, which gave occasion
to the witty proposal of Sydney
Smith to the Dean and Chapter of
St Paul's, that they should "lay their
heads together to improve the ways."
Among the street obstructions are
noticed the gallows, and the pillory,
and the foot- ball players. It is in-
conceivable to us, who witness the
serious stir of business now in those
places, how the foot -ball players
should have been a nuisance little
more than a century ago in Cheap-
side, Covent Garden, and the Strand.
But how few of the living generation
have seen a pillory! You and I,
Eusebius, have seen pillories more
than once or twice. We read of it
now as a barbarity, and youngsters
66
ask what it was. The foot-ball must
have been a savage game, .which
spared neither^ clothes nor limbs of any
passers-by. D'Avenant's Frenchman
thus complains of the streets of Lon-
don : " I would make a safe retreat,
but that methinks I am stopped by
one of your heroic games called foot-
ball, which I conceive (under your
favour) not very conveniently civil in
the streets, especially in such irregu-
lar and narrow roads as Crooked
Lane." In the days of Elizabeth the
sturdy 'prentices played this game in
the streets, and were not very par-
ticular whom they deposited in a ditch.
But street- walking was not then much
the fashion. u The red-heeled shoes"
of the time of Anne were as little
suited for walking as the "pantoffles"
of Elizabeth, " whereof some be of
white leather, some of black, and
some of red, some of green, rayed,
carved, cut, stitched all over with
silk, and laid on with gold, silver, and
suchlike." Perhaps the necessity of
walking was considered a vulgarity.
To wear, or rather invent such shoes
as were unfit to walk in, was better
than the Chinese method of mutilat-
ing the feet, and ingeniously persuad-
ing both man and woman-kind that it
was the beauty of gentility.
44 These fine shoes belonged to the
transition state between the horse and
the coach." We have often thought
contemptuously of our forefathers for
their want of taste, shown in their nar-
row streets. The fact is, everywhere in
Paris, that empire of fashion, as well
as in London, streets were narrow
till the era of coaches came ; and
coaches were at first poor affairs,
44 uneasily hung, and so narrow that
I took them," says D'Avenant, u for
sedans on wheels." We owe com-
fortable carriages and wide streets to
the Fire of London. Macaulay, in his
History, speaks disparagingly of the
refinement of our ancestors, describing
the narrowness of the streets in which
they lived. He instances Bristol ; but
if he had viewed the present remains
of almost costly grandeur of the inte-
rior of their houses, he might have
drawn another inference. It is curious
to see how we gild over our barest ne-
cessities ; in more homely phrase, put
44 a good face upon a bad matter" — out-
ward show to inward beggary. The
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coachman's box and hammer - cloth,
which we all so well remember to have
seen so fine — what was their origin ?
44 In the times of William III. and
Anne, we invariably find him (the
coachman) sitting on a box ; this
thing was for use, and not for finery.
Here, or in a leather pouch appended
to it, the careful man carried a ham-
mer, pincers, nails, ropes, and other
appliances, in case of need ; and the
hammer-cloth was devised to conceal
these necessary but unsightly remedies
for broken wheels and shivered panels."
Such was the state of the streets.
But sturdy chairmen, in arid out of
livery, carmen, and other unrestrained
44 bullying and fighting ministers of
transit," made dangerous mobs, ren-
dering the passage of carriages no
easy luxury. These Fielding termed
44 the Fourth Estate." These were the
bludgeon -men who influenced elec-
tions. How much do we learn from
Hogarth ! There was a strange jumble
in those days of liberty and tyranny.
There was a liberty which was a
license to do evil, and a tyranny which
touched the middle class — that exer-
cised by those above them, and by
those below them. The 44 brutish-
ness " of the 44 fourth estate " is de-
scribed by Fielding. 44 He is speak-
ing most seriously when he complains
that 4 the mob ' attack well-dressed
river passengers 4 with all kinds of
scurrilous, abusive, and indecent
terms;' that they insult foot pas-
sengers by day, and knock them down
by night ; that no coach can pass
along the streets without the utmost
difficulty and danger, because the car-
men draw their waggons across the
road, while they laugh at the sufferers
from the alehouse window ; and
finally, that they insult ladies of
fashion, and drive them from the park
of a Sunday evening." Fielding fur-
ther tells us that 4t in 1753, in the
month of August," he 44 was almost
fatigued to death with several long
examinations, relating to five different
murders, all committed within the
space of a week, by different gangs
of street robbers."
Civilisation, whether it be art or
science, is of slow growth ; nor is ex-
tinction of crime sudden. There has
been at length a recognition of the
existence of that unseen personage,
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The Public, whose life and property is
to be cared for. The art of governing
has at length, after much endurance of
evil, invented the police system. There
are street brutalities enough now.
Brutality generates brutality ; there
is a large quantity to be got rid of.
The police are accumulating know-
ledge both of the causes and the
whereabouts. Comparing our days
with those described, we think our-
selves fortunate. Yet, perhaps, half
a century hence, these our days may
be recorded as days of brutality.
Without question, the banditti of
Italy, Spain, and other countries,
were and are the legitimate descend-
* ants of the u Condottieri" of former
days. Our street villanies may make
their boast of ancestral notorieties.
With our new engine, the police, they
ought to be in progress towards ex-
tinction. It is the fault of the Gov-
ernment if they are allowed to get
ahead of civilisation. But it is much
to be feared that the abominable
ticket- of- leave system is daily, hourly,
generating crime to a great extent.
I rejoice, Eusebius, to see this noticed
in the House of Lords by Lord
Lyndhurst, who quotes the strong
language of that able police magis-
trate, Mr Jardine. It should seem
that the noises of the streets were
perhaps a greater nuisance two cen-
turies ago than now. Mr Charles
Knight, in proof, quotes a dialogue
from Jonson's /Silent Woman ; and
cites Hogarth to speak of its continu-
ance by the wondrous eloquence of
his pencil. The noise-hater was the
ridiculous of many times. His sen-
sitive and feeble cries have at length
been heard, and tender ears have had
the benefit of modern legislation.
You and I, Eusebius, are of this
"irritable genus," the noise-haters —
you out of pity for others, I out of
my own individual suffering. I re-
member when some, as I then
thought, abominable composer set
the London cries to music, thereby
tending to perpetuate them. Silly
was the sing-song affectation : full-
grown men and women, muslined and
silk-stocking'd, drawled out with
pathetic voices, u Come, buy my
white sand," or other such nonsense.
Our author thinks we were at one
time a nation famous for music, be-
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;
cause it waa the practice of barbers'
'prentices to delight their customers
either with the fiddle or guitar. A
pamphleteer, in 1597, says, " Turning
themselves to periwig- making, they
have forgot their cittern and their
music." " Haifa century later even,
barbers, coblers, and plowmen were
enumerated as * the heirs of music.'" I
should doubt, however, if the people
were, as they are here called, " the heirs
of poetry as well as music." Nor can
the authority of Isaac Walton estab-
lish as a fact that the milkmaids sung
the madrigals and sweet songs which
he gives them. Morley, as Mi-
Knight observes, writing in 1597,
speaks of the astonishment of all pre-
sent that he could not sing at a
supper-party. " Yea, some whisper-
ed to others, demanding how I was
brought up." "In a condition of
society like this, the sweet music must
have been worth listening to." A
** noise of musicians," as a little band
was called, was to be found every-
where. If their descendants are our
organ-grinders, it is a very appro-
priate naming, UA noise of musi-
cians." The terra reminds me of a
very quaint observation once made
by a humorous friend, in company
where the relative merits of painting
and music were discussed. He very
drily dropt in these few very meaning
words, " Music would be very well if
it were not for the noise"
Perhaps it is to be lamented that
ballad-singing is extinct — and why is
it extinct ? Have poor-laws, vagrant
acts, beadles, and constables, put
down the unoffending race, that, if
not always dealing in the best poetry,
seldom failed in good honest senti-
ment? I remember in my younger
days hearing Dibdin's excellent songs
sung unceasingly in our streets, and
have even believed they did their part
in keeping up a true spirit in our
navy. Poor Dibdin ! he had a poor
small pension in his latter days ; but
when the Whigs came in they took it
from him, and he did not long sur-
vive the loss. There was the very
marrow of good sense in that saying
of the wise statesman, " Let who will
make the laws, only let me make the
ballads." What historian can solve
this difficulty — were the Iliad and
Odyssey sung about the streets — were
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Chevy Chase, and other such ballads,
in the people's voices ? We know, at
any rate, that the Jacobite songs had
a wondrous effect. Popular ballads
are gone, and many other popular
good things with them, and people
seem more care-worn than books de-
scribe them in days past. It would
be a good thing to see a little more
merry-making, and the good old bal-
lad-singing fashion brought back.
It is noticed that "a noise of musi-
cians" were sagacioushunters of feasts.
But this was in the days before feasts
were occasions of drunkenness and
gluttony. As drunkenness increased,
music went out. Mendicancy had,
however, at all times its e'xecrable
sounds. Was it upon a known
principle that acts of charity are not
performed with cheerfulness? Nor
was the value of peace and quiet-
ness misunderstood. " The principle
of extorting money by hideous sounds
was carried as far as it could go by a
fellow of the name of Keeling, called
Blind Jack, who performed on the
flageolet with his nose." I suspect,
Eusebius, that this Blind Jack was a
leader of a fashion, and that if he
received a few kicks, as a nuisance, in
return he took his betters by the nose;
for these nose-flageolets were not the
sole property of Blind Jack. When
I was a boy, my father gave me one
which he found in an old house in the
country, which came into his posses-
sion, and which had belonged to the
gay " man about town" who received
the post-office order in 1745 for
horses and guide from London to
Bath and back, as I mentioned in the
last letter. It was of ebony (a walk-
ing-stick), with ivory top, with two
holes for the nostrils. According to
old Norman law, which would be best
off, — Blind Jack, who took Fashion
by the nose, or Fashion that kicked
Blind Jack? The Normans, like peo-
ple of honour, provided a penalty of
five sous for a lug by the nose, and ten
for un coup au derriere. But Fashion,
imperative Fashion, Eusebius, is desi-
rous of introducing to your notice quite
another sort of personage. Here is be-
fore me Walpole1 s World of Fashion.
Horace Walpole ! Fashion's Epitome,
and unwittingly, or rather carelessly, its
true historian. His letters, always
witty and most amusing, picture him-
self, and in himself, as the facile prin-
ceps, the world of Fashion of the day.
His wit sometimes touched upon wis-
dom, but glanced off as if ashamed of
such a grave respectability. A speci-
men: "In a regutar monarchy the
folly of the prince gives the tone ; in
a downright tyranny, folly dares give
itself no airs : it is in a wanton over-
grown commonwealth that whim and
debauchery intrigue together." The
age made Walpole rather than he the
age of Fashion. Too frivolous for any
serious aim, what would have been
other men's idleness was his industry.
His was the u otiosa sedulitas." He
was born to a position which made
poor qualifications more serviceable
to him than great ones. There was
little really good in him ; but his wit,
the indifference of his virtues, such as
they were, even gave his wit a light-
ness that made it delightfully current.
Had it possessed any weight of re-
spectable seriousness, it would never
have floated upon the surface of the
society into which he was born, and
for which he held himself to be gifted.
His deficiencies nevertheless were
great, because they were in all, or
nearly all, his qualifications. That
which he most prided himself in, his
taste, and which, at first view, might
appear most needful to a leader of
fashion, never could have been re-
spectable, for taste is the result of
good sense and feeling united. A
spurious taste gains credit by assump-
tion of fastidiousness. Brought to any
decent test, Walpole's never amounted
to more than a plausible whim. The
world believed in him ; and this court-
ship of the world ever fed his vanity,
and encouraged him, through that his
vanity, to make displays of bad taste,
which the indulgence or ignorance of
the world he lived in applauded, and
which a soberer age for the most part
pronounced ridiculous or contemptible.
Perhaps his secret unhappiness in the
midst of his success was a suspicion his
cleverness could scarcely help enter-
taining,that there was error and a falsity
in all he did. Did he doubt the vitality
of the atmosphere of admiration which
he daily inhaled ? Whatever were
his own secret suspicions, he had the
cunning to establish in his generation
the credit of his taste by a graceful
denial of it, and a light and glittering
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playfulness which made that denial
a modest assumption. He wished
the world to know that he did esti-
mate himself, and intimated the posi-
tion from which his admirers might
see him to most advantage. He was
as clever as he could be, and, I fear,
notwithstanding Mr Charles Knight's
defence in this respect, as heartless as
he affected to be. "lam writing, lam
building — both works that will outlast
the memory of battles and heroes !" So
said Vanity. "Truly I believe the one
will as much as the t'other. My
buildings are paper, like my writings,
and both will be blown away ten
years after I am dead." In this
speaks Suspicion. " If they had not
the substantial use of amusing me
while I live, they would be worth
little indeed." Here is a cunning
assumption in a repudiative form.
Can that be worthless, would his ad-
mirers say, which can amuse Horace
Walpole? That he wished something
more than amusement while he lived,
is evident from the fact that, though
he outlived three sets of his own
battlements, he " nevertheless con-
trived, by tying up his toy- warehouse
and its movables, with entails and
jointures, through several generations,
to keep the things tolerably entire for
nearly half a century after he had left
that state of being " where moth and
rust do corrupt." His " Strawberry
Hill," which was Horace Walpole in
lath and plaster, is gone— so much the
better for its own glory. The eyesore
removed, generations to come may
imagine it to have been something
better than it was. He built Straw-
berry Hill, and embellished it with
bijouterie for his own glorification. He
was like a man who built a temple for
a deity — such an one as he conceived —
and daily walked into it to worship
himself, both as builder and idol.
And both were unsubstantial, trump-
ery affairs enough. But I must not
forget, Eusebius, his " World of
Fashion." The world of fashion, and
nothing else ; for he knew no other
world — that of the middle classes he
ignored. " Society with him is di-
vided into two great sections — the
aristocracy and the mob." He hated
authors that were out of the pale of
fashion. "Fielding, Johnson, Sterne,
Goldsmith— the greatest names of his
Once upon a Time. 69
day — are with him ridiculous and con-
temptible." "His feeble constitution
compelled him to seek amusement in-
stead of dissipation ; and his great
amusement was to look upon the
follies of his associates, and to laugh
at them. He was not at the bottom
an ill-natured man, or one without
feeling. He affected that insensibility
which is the exclusive privilege of
high life — and long may it continue
so." " When he heard of Gray's
death, in writing to Chute he apolo-
gises for the concern he feels, and
adds, ' I thought that what I had seen
of the world had hardened my heart ;
but I find that it had formed my lan-
guage, not extinguished my tender-
ness." More graceful than touching —
more of himself than of Gray. True
sorrow needs no apology.
" Nil pietas de se dicere vera solet."
Ask me not, Eusebius, where I got
that line. I know not. I need not
tell you that here pietas is affection.
In 1741, the people, Horace Wai pole's
mob, and Fashion, were at issue ; dire
was the conflict — bludgeon-men hired
to subject Taste to club law ; and
about what was this war ? " Whether
the Italian school of music should pre-
vail, or the Anglo- German." Horace
Walpole, according to his nature, was
of the party of " his order." " Handel
had produced his great work, 'The
Messiah,' in 1741 at Co vent Garden.
Fashion was against him, though he
was supported by the court, the mob,
and the poet of common sense. He
went to Ireland, and the triumph of
the Italian faction was immortalised
by Pope." The forcible lines in the
Dunciad are a true acknowledgment
of Handel's genius and supremacy,
and warn the Empress Dulness of his
reign.
" But now, ah soon, Rebellion will commence,
If Music meanly borrows aid from sense ;
Strong in new arms, so Giant Handel stands,
Like bold Briareus, with a hundred hands :
To stir, to rouse, to shake the soul he comes,
And Jove's own thunders follow Mars's drums.
Arrest him, Empress, or you sleep no more —
She heard, and drove him to th' Hibernian
shore."
The love for the theatre was not
confined to the nobility in the days of
Walpole. But even good acting had
fashionable opponents. The theatre
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had its warfare. In nearly all mat-
ters of real taste Walpole was wrong.
That he did not feel the merit of Gar-
rick, few will wonder, who know that
Garrick's excellence was founded on
nature and feeling ; but it vexes one
that Gray should have been, as he
said himself, "stiff in the opposition."
Pope, as in the case of Handel, was
right in his judgment of Garrick —
"That young man never had his equal
as an actor, and will never have a
rival." The following is a specimen
of the manners of play-critics in those
days : — " There has been a new
comedy, called the Foundling, far
from good ; but it took. Lord Hobart
and some more young men made a
party to damn it, merely for the love
of damnation. The Templars espoused
the play, and went armed with sy-
ringes charged with stinking oil, and
with sticking-plasters ; but it did not
come to action. Garrick was imper-
tinent, and the pretty men gave over
their plot the moment they grew to
be in the right." There is a regular
row at the theatre; bear-garden
bruisers are introduced to knock down
every one that hissed. On this occa-
sion, Horace Walpole is delighted with
his own heroism ; while he affects to
shrink from its notoriety, he takes
care it shall be known. The heroism
consisted in his calling the manager,
Fleetwood, " an impudent rascal ;"
upon which " the whole pit huzzaed,
and repeated the words. Only think
of my being a popular orator ! " But
the ringleaders further look to him
for directions. " Mr Walpole, what
would you please to have us do next ? "
How characteristic the finale ! " I
sank down into the box, and have
never since ventured to set my foot
into the playhouse. The next night
the uproar was repeated with greater
violence, and nothing was heard but
voices calling out, ' Where is Mr W. ?
where is Mr W.? ' In short, the whole
town has been entertained with my
prowess ; and Mr Conway has given
me the name of Wat Tyler." These
theatrical hurricanes, and the bear-
garden bruisers, bring to mind a well-
nigh forgotten similar event — the
O. P. riots of our day, Eusebius.
Younger folk may ask what they were.
Old Prices versus new. Was it not
the case upon that occasion that the
flooring gave way, and the O. P.'s
had to be extricated with difficulty,
and promiscuously ? It surely was so.
I cannot have fabricated it for the
sake of a quotation — " Effodiuntur
opes, irritamenta malorum."
In those times ladies frequented
taverns — gamed; and a Mrs Mackenzie
horsewhipped Jemmy Lumley,who re-
fused to pay because he was cheated.
" There was a deep philosophy," says
Mr Knight, " in a saying of George
Selwyn's, when a waiter at Arthur's
Club-house was taken up for robbery,
1 What a horrid idea he will give of
us to the people in Newgate !' 1750,
and again 1756, there was a great
fright about an earthquake, and, of
course, prophecy took courage and
cash, and foretold the world's coming
to an end. People ran away from
London previous to the predicted
catastrophe. " Several women have
made earthquake gowns — that is,
warm gowns to sit out of doors all to-
night. These are of the more coura-
geous. One woman, still more he-
roic, is to come to town on purpose ;
she says all her friends are in London,
and she will not survive them. But
what will you think of Lady Catherine
Pelham, Lady Frances Arundel, and
Lord and Lady Galway, who go this
evening to an inn ten miles out of
town, where they are to play at brag
till five in the morning, and then come
back ? I suppose to look for the bones
of their husbands and families under
the rubbish."
These kind of prophecies have ever
been very taking — perhaps from the
natural credulity of evil consciences,
or a little spiteful expectation of the
destruction of the sinful. We have had
of late years, Eusebius, very numerous
announcements of this awful kind.
One is perfectly in my recollection,
which alarmed the citizens of Bristol,
and at that very time the Pitching
and Paving Commissioners made a
singular mistake. They literally ad-
vertised to receive tenders from con-
tractors " To sweep up the ashes of
the inhabitants." People loved the
marvellous ; noble and great ones
flocked to see the Cock Lane ghost —
highwaymen, not fabulous, but real,
were heroes in those days, and had
their sympathisers, as the worst cul-
prits have now occasionally. Fashion-
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ably then as Lady Caroline Petersham
and Miss Ashe wept over M'Lean
the highwayman, nowadays it is
feminine hypocrisy or bigotry. " The
real robbers were as fashionable in
1750 as their trumpery histories were
in 1840."
Here we are, Eusebius, running
somewhat too fast from old to modern
times, only a hundred years from this
our year. Let me go back but a very
few — for I think I can amuse you by
parts of two letters, which I have
picked out of some family papers,
addressed to my great- grandmother.
Some one said of a sauce that it was
so piquant that one might eat one's
grandmother with it. Devour, if you
please, the anecdotes told in the let-
ters, and relish them, but not a word
of disrespect to my great-grand-
mother, for she lives in her portrait, a
goodly one, and in family feminine
remembrances that will compel me to
put lance in rest in defence and in
honour of her worth and beauty.
Yes, Eusebius, there was beauty in
the family one hundred and twenty
years ago, whatever you may be
pleased to think of us now.
The first letter I bring to your no-
tice is dated London, November 25,
1735. The gossip is amusing, show-
ing that minor interests then are
minor interests now, and that there
never was a time when public inter-
ests were not the greatest that ever
were or will be : —
" Dear Madam, — Last night the Mem-
bury cheese came safe to me, which
by its good appearance I should have
judged to be a very good one ; but can
never doubt of its being so, as it is re-
commended by a lady of yr good taste. I
am truly concerned for Mr B 's cough,
but hope he will get rid of it time enough
agst the sitting of Parliament, when, as
you rightly judge, matters of such conse-
quence are likely to be the subject of
debate, that hardly any that are absent
must expect to escape the publick cen-
sure, upon wch occasion, as the times are,
every tongue will be let loose wth the
utmost bitterness. In the mean time I
shall take care to provide a warm lodg-
ing for his reception. Master C. is much
in the right in preferring Oxford to
Somersetshire. I don't know why he was
sent thither, if he could have spent his
time anywhere else to more advantage.
" I don't know whether you have heard
of a late discovery agst the life of your
kinsman, the Lord Brook, who is now in
France. By his father's will, at least
£2000 per annum was given for ever to a
bastard son of his, if the present young
Lord sh<i happen to dye before he
came to age. But this bastard having
squander'd away the little fortune was
left him, and despairing of the young
Lord's comeing to an untimely end by the
course of nature, he being now in the 20th
year of his age, had made a proposal to
one that taught him to play on the French
horn, to give him £2000 if he would go
over to France and murder Lord Brook.
So considerable a reward tempted the
assassin to undertake the villanous office;
but his conscience at last check'd him
and press'd him to send to Mr J. Howe
(guardian to the young Lord), and ac-
quaint him with his crime. Mr Howe
writes immediately to Ld Hertford, and
Ld Hertford loses no time in sending to
the Ld Chief Justice for his warrant
to seize the bastard, whose name is
Silvestre, who cannot yet be found.
You may depend upon the truth of this
story. I am glad to hear my niece is out
of danger; but what a sad thing will it be
if she loses her complexion ! I hope you
don't think that irrecoverable. — I am,
dear Madam,
Your most affectionate humble servant,
GEO. H N.
" My best compliments to Mr B. and
all the good ladies and gentlemen."
The next letter is from the same to
the same, the year following, dated
London, 21st December, 1736. I
omit the gossip of ladies in confine-
ment, whose children and grandchil-
dren have since died of old age ; of a
receipt to make brawn ; of books com-
ing by carrier, &c. ; of this town being
discomforted at the long absence of
their monarch, &c. &c., in order to
come to an anecdote, the like of which
you never heard or read of perhaps,
incredible in these money-loving
days : —
" I cannot close this letter (as long as
it is), without telling you a remarkable
story of two sisters, now in the Fleet
Prison, who have suffer'd already a great
deal, and are like to endure much more,
onely for their obstinate refusal of six
thousand pounds which is now tendered
to them in Chancery as their just right.
But neither entreaties nor menaces can
yet prevail with them to accept this
money, and discharge the executors, who
earnestly desire to pay it. They are
nieces of the late Dr Stradford, canon of
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Christ Church, who left them in his will
residuary legatees; and to them, as such,
Dr Friend, of Westminster, and the other
executor, having several times given no-
tice that they had now in their hands the
forementioned summe, for the payment of
which they onely desire their order and
discharge : but all their solicitations have
hitherto proved ineffectual. They will
not believe that their uncle Stradford dyed
worth a groat. They say he was a vain
extravagant man, and could not possibly
save any money, and consequently that
Dr Friend uses them very ill in endea-
vouring to persuade them to the contrary.
In short, Dr Friend, having no other way
to get rid of this money, and the trust of
being executor, being forced to apply to
Chancery, they were served with orders
from that court to appear before it; but
as they complyed wth none of these
orders, they were committed to Chester
Goale (where they lived) for contempt.
There they lived a full year in prison,
and being lately brought to ye town, and
into the Court of Chancery, all the exhor-
tations of the Lord Chancellor and the
court were to no purpose. They still
adhere incorrigibly to their opinion that
their uncle had no money to leave them,
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and in this obstinate resolution they seem
determined to rot in the Fleet Prison.
The charges they have been already put
to, which must be pay'd, amount to at least
a thousand pounds," &c., &c.
I presume this Dr Friend was the
celebrated physician, who, skilful in
physic, and perhaps in the quickness
of his cures, was lengthy in epitaphs,
the writing of which particularly
amused him. One would not, Euse-
bius, like to know that the physician
who is feeling your pulse has a par-
ticular fancy to write your epitaph.
I must now, my dear Eusebius, bring
my letter to a close. I shall probably
have something to say of Chatterton
that may be new, and from a MS. fill
up a gap in the poetry, whether of
Rowley or Chatterton. In the mean-
while, digest this marrow of Once
upon a Time offered you, and accom-
plish in your own person the wish of
Thales, to grow old with good sense
and a good friend — the latter being
yours ever,
AQ s. VIVE VALEQUE.
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THE BROAD CHURCH.
WERE we not tired of the perpetual
babble which rings in our ears from
every quarter, declaring the unparal-
led wonders and excellences of these
times of ours, we scarcely could begin
our comment upon the strangest fea-
ture of all its many anomalies, without
once more echoing the common senti-
ment that this is a wonderful age.
But it is strange enough to know that
the experience of ever so many cen-
turies has thrown so little light upon
the perennial inconsistencies of human
nature, that every age is extraordi-
nary, and that we are perpetually
wondering and gaping at the vagaries
of our fellows as if we were the
first to find them out. Still to-day is
to-day, and has an interest for us
which yesterday cannot have : we are
more immediately influenced by the
lamps in our own streets than by the
stars which dwell apart in the far-off
ages ; and it seems to be a necessity
of human progress that we should
always be engaged about some crisis
or other, and feel that the real battle-
ground of time and existence is this
footbreadth of soil which we are con-
testing to-day.
But if we are to believe the newest
light of philosophy which has arisen
among us, it is a super-eminently seri-
ous crisis at which we are now ar-
rested. The foundations of the world
are breaking up — we want new ground
laid down for us — the former prin-
ciples of the universe are antiquated
and unreasonable — the old revelation
has served its time, and wants re-
newal— the old religion is a worn-out
garment, and the work which lies
before is no less a work than to
make a new heavens and a new earth
" for our own hand."
So we have placed ourselves in the
noble position of " inquiring after
truth." Our philosophers are the most
impartial, the most candid investiga-
tors in the world : no old-fashioned
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faith stands in their way; they are
above the prejudices of education,
above the weakness of personal inte-
terest or anxiety. They are mar-
tyrs to the noble thirst which possesses
them ; they must follow Truth, sub-
lime conductress ! wherever she leads
them ; and though now and then it is
a will-o'-the-wisp dance enough,
their lofty purpose sustains them
through all. And whether it be the
sublime eclecticism which selects a bit
out of Paganism and a bit out of
Christianity, and complacently pro-
nounces its verdict on all the creeds,
as the Creator did upon the world He
made — or that sad, conscientious,
much -suffering infidelity, which weeps
over its own vain efforts to believe,
and deplores its undeceivableness — or
the improved divinity, clad in new
graces, which makes something hand-
some out of that Bible and that Gos-
pel which hitherto have only given a
rude idea to the world, — we surely can-
not refuse to be struck with the beauti-
ful aspect of this open unbiassed judg-
ment, this mind which begins its in-
vestigations with no prior tendency —
this candid impartial intellect, which
sits apart, overlooking " creeds and
systems," and judging of them like a
god.
But, after all, it is a remarkable
thing to find this nineteenth century,
with all its boasts of itself and its own
progress, so completely at sea about
the most important matters of human
thought. Have we drifted so far
away from the everlasting standards
that it is a Eestoration of Belief, and
nothing less, for which the world of
to-day is waiting? — have we lost hold
of the old clue so entirely that we can
do nothing but grope about the dark-
ling labyrinth, and feel our way by
touch and sense ? Is the ancient
system of faith, which, pressing on
through crowds of foes, has kept itself
intact for eighteen hundred years,
proved so imperfect at last that our
skilled artificers have to take it to
pieces, and cobble it to suit "the re-
quirements of the times? " A strange
result of all our learnings and philo-
sophies ! yet not so strange a conse-
quence of our universal smattering,
our universal self-applause, our wide-
spread persuasion, that of all the ages
of the world none has ever been so
well qualified to sit in judgment on
everything human and divine as this
age of steam and electricity, this nine-
teenth century, this culminating point
of human wisdom, from the eminence
of which we can supervise and conde-
scend to the beggarly elements of the
past.
Of old times, when scepticism was
an unfamiliar monster in our respect-
able nation, and when the popular
judgment unhesitatingly connected it
with all manner of license and immo-
rality, the beast was much less harm-
ful ; but even now, when innocent
people are staggered by finding what
they call good men among the fashion-
able sceptics of the time, we have not
the slightest fear for the faith of the
people. Those very common people who
go to church for form's sake, as their
charitable critics conclude — who have
not very much to say about their own
doctrines — who answer the arguments
of the gainsayer, for the most part,
with a mere dumb impenetrability —
who have sin, trouble, inconsistency,
all the natural incumbrances of hu-
mankind, about them on every side —
are the square, solid, silent phalanx on
which the polished lancets of the foe
can make no impression. We re-
member, through the lapse of a great
many years, some strangely signifi-
cant words which we once heard from
the lips of a benevolent Unitarian
lady in one of the greatest towns in
England. It was very strange, she
said, but they had actually no poor
people in their congregations — almost
all their members were wealthy. While
churches and chapels around, of every
other name, were burdened with pen-
sioners, they had none — though the
leaders of their sect were publicly ac-
knowledged as the kindest and most
liberal almsgivers in the place. The
speaker was quite unconscious of all
that lay in this admission ; but we think
we have a right to conclude that infi-
delity, and especially the amiable
and refined infidelity of the day, is
caviare to the multitude — a sin which
does not tempt them. The common
people in general, of all ranks and
classes — they who fulfil the ordinary
duties of humanity — who are not
clever, nor distinguished, nor in any
way raised above their fellows — those
same common people who " heard "
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the gospel " gladly," when ritualists
and illuminati alike stood aloof from
the Divine preacher — are safe above
all others from a prevailing epidemic
of this nature ; and that being the
case, let the clever people, the talent-
ed, the gifted, the philosophical, look
to themselves.
But infidelity, however fashionable,
and sceptics, however amiable, are not
our immediate subject. They are
what they are, distinct and acknow-
ledged ; but we find a more curious
field for inquiry among those members
and leaders of the Church who, not
content to relinquish their faith, and
confident in the wonderful elasticity
of that wide and all- embracing cordon
which surrounds the English Estab-
lishment, have entered upon the dan-
gerous experiment of accommodating
and reconciling the gospel to the
theories of their neighbours who have
passed therubicon. These divines are
no longer contented with justifying
the ways of God to man : they bring
Himself, a most august defendant, to
the bar. They say, with more or less
plainness, "We will believe in you, if
we find you come up to our standard,
and realise our idea of what God
should be ; " and with a real and true
desire that the glorious Examinant
before them should vindicate His own
character according to their view of
it, they set about, with His own ma-
terials, to build a system of — we can-
not say salvation, but of Divine help
and benevolence. Let us give all
just credit to these teachers ; they
strive at their work anxiously ; they
do it, we believe, devoutly ; they only
begin with a different idea in their
minds from that which revelation de-
clares to have been in the mind of
God.
Were we to treat of the opinions of
the Rev. Frederick Denison Maurice,
or of the Broad Church which he re-
presents, as a divine might treat of
them, our profane laymanship would
break down, of course, and Maga
would incontinently reject the coun-
terfeit ; but, fortunately for us and for
our purpose, these smooth orations
are not divinity, but light literature.
We confess, for our own part, that we
approached Mr Maurice's books, on
our first introduction to them, with a
profound awe and reverence. Among
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the many good people who believe in
him without believing in his doctrines,
the idea was current that this re-
spectable divine possessed the gift of
an unintelligible and bewildering elo-
quence.
We could not make him
out," said many kind critics, insinu-
ating a charitable hope that, lost in
his own bright maze of words, the
reverend gentleman could not always
make himself out, and so was a great
deal less heretical than harsher judges
concluded. But when we made actual
experiment of these well-written vol-
umes, we were no longer able to ac-
quiesce in the popular judgment ; for
modesty forbids the supposition that
it was the pure force of our own supe-
rior understanding which made Mr
Maurice's style perfectly legible and
clear to us. We who have been stranded
a score of times on the shelving beach
of In Memoriam, have consequently
no extraordinary penetration to boast
of; yet — we say it with humility — it is
our modest and respectful persuasion
that we can understand Mr Maurice.
And let not any of the uninstructed
suppose that this is a partial inno-
vator, a dealer of stray blows, a re-
former of unconsidered trifles. Mr
Maurice discloses himself boldly <as
the author of an elaborate and labori-
ous plan, which, though we grant to
him, as he rejoices that more compe-
tent authorities have granted, to be
by no means novel in its parts, strikes
us as sufficiently novel in its combi-
nation ; so much so, indeed, that if
the world is to believe as Mr Maurice
believes, it is indispensable that his
work on the Doctrine of Sacrifice be
instantly prepared for universal circu-
lation, as a companion and auxiliary
to the Bible, which is by no means to
be understood without it. The freaks
of humanity are strange; there are no
men in the world who do protest so
much against bigotry, intolerance, and
narrow-mindedness as these liberal
and enlightened teachers of this age ;
yet Mr Kingsley finds rare sport in
exterminating the Spanish Papists,
and Mr Maurice's trumpet gives forth
no uncertain sound as to the unfortu-
nate people called Evangelical, who
have, as it seems, for ages, and after,
in the main, a singularly unanimous
fashion, been steadily contradicting
and perverting the gospel, which now
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at last has found one true expositor.
To make his argument all the easier,
Mr Maurice is pleased to set up a man
of straw — a sham representative of the
theology he condemns. Let us pause
for a moment to recommend this sys-
tem to all popular controversialists ;
no chain of reasoning, however cogent,
can equal the force of a bold and con-
sistent assumption. Let your first
step, oh man of arguments! be, not to
disclose your own sentiments, but to
determine your opponent's. When you
begin your speech, however visible may
be the denial, or energetic the protest-
ing gestures of your hapless adversary,
who must wait till you are done, fix
his creed for him, in the first place,
without hesitation or timidity, and
then — you are but a very poor novice
in the art if you cannot destroy what
you yourself have constructed. With
this grand principle for his guide, Mr
Maurice takes the field against uni-
versal Christendom, and kindly ex-
plains to us what is our own idea,
and what the old-fashioned opinion
of our pious forefathers, respecting the
scheme of salvation. We have been
holding the heathen principle of sacri-
fice, says Mr Maurice. On one side
is an offended God — a somewhat
grander Jupiter, with all his thunder-
bolts suspended over us, and his arm
raised to exterminate the world. On
the other side, sullen, gloomy, half
terrified, half defiant, trying hard to
buy Him off, are we, His revolted sub-
jects ; and midway between stands a
grand inexplainable Personage, whom
we, by some inexplainable means,
have persuaded to conspire with us to
buy a reluctant pardon from the an-
gry Jove above. This is heathen
enough, certainly ; but so far as we can
perceive, it would not be much of a
gospel even to the worshippers of
Vishnu ; and we are puzzled to un-
derstand how Mr Maurice, being a
good man, as universal consent allows,
can either be so blind or so uncan-
did as to set up this poor distortion
as the belief of any mind which has
ever thought twice, or even once,
upon the subject. If there did hap-
pen to be, at this present speaking,
any intelligent creature in the civilis-
ed world who had not heard a better
account of it, Mr Maurice's latest
work would exhibit to such a one
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nothing of any recognised or believed
gospel, except this monstrous Frank-
enstein and his own, elegant produc-
tion— the one very ugly, the other very
pretty to look at, admirable foils for
each other — the latter believed in, at
least, by Mr Maurice, the former by
no sane creature, even in this perverse
and distorted world.
It is not our vocation to preach the
gospel which lies between these anti-
podes ; how our most wonderful and
glorious Lord verily bought, ran-
somed, purchased us ; yet how this
infinite and extraordinary price could
be suggested only by the everlasting
love of the Father, who alone knew
what could be substituted for the
forfeited life of His sinful creatures, is
a twofold truth, in the strength of
which, generations of the saints of
God, the truest, stoutest, noblest
hearts among men, have been content
to live and die. " The theory of a
propitiation not set forth by God, but
devised to influence His mind," says
Mr Maurice, " changes all the rela-
tions of the Creator and creature."
We ask seriously — sadly — who, save
Mr Maurice, ever knew of such a
theory ? From what dangerous pul-
pit has Christian man in Christian
country ever heard such a doctrine ?
Is there a written creed in the world
which contains it; or whence came
the monstrous idea? That such a
hope might lurk, with other unspeak-
able spectres, in guilty hearts and con-
sciences, no man who knows himself
will refuse to believe ; but when we
try to buy off the Judge before whose
face we tremble, which of us goes to
Christ to help us in such an endea-
vour? Have we not, every soul of
us, an instinctive certainty, that of
all helpers He is the last to apply to
for this kind of assistance ? Do pen-
ances, go pilgrimages, endow hospi-
tals, build churches, take self-torture,
voluntary poverty, mortification, and
pain, for your saviours — but so long as
your plan is to influence and change
the mind of God, we promise yon,
you will have no desire to ask His
Son to help you in your purpose. We
will not pause to inquire where Mr
Maurice may have found this ex-
traordinary doctrine, which he pre-
sents with so much confidence as the
ordinary creed of Christianity in these
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days ; we only give it our unhesitat-
ing and unqualified denial. What
individual Pharisees may believe in
the bottom of their hearts is no rule
to us ; but we are persuaded that no
written creed in existence, and no
uttered preaching, knows anything of
" a propitiation not set forth by God,
but devised to influence His mind."
Calvinism, that bete noir of the popu-
lar English understanding, wots of no
such invention. We frankly avow
that we never saw the monster till we
saw it in the pages of Mr Maurice ;
and we would fain put some questions
to him on the subject before leaving it.
Who "devised" this "propitiation
to influence the mind of God? " Who
persuaded God's Son to lend Himself
to it ? If the belief is popular, there
must be some popular explanation of
these difficulties. We dare not say that
Mr Maurice states anything which he
does not believe to be true, for Mr
Maurice is a good man; but we would
fain know something of the preachers,
and of the interpretation of this other
gospel, which it is his vocation to
overthrow, and which we promise
him, for our own part, we should not
believe, were it, as St Paul says,
preached by an angel from heaven.
So much for the man of straw. Mr
Maurice's own pretty and graceful
gospel stands in elegant opposition
to this mercantile bargain between
God and man. There is but one fact
in the history of mankind which our
author forgets or passes over, and that
is a tolerably momentous one, as we
suppose — a very clamorous fact, which
lies at the bottom of all rites and
ordinances — no less an event than the
Fall. Eden and its strange sweet morn-
ing of innocence — its inexperienced
blessed creatures, so wise, so ignorant,
so human — its sudden tempest, and
tragical re volution — the sudden change
of that first bride and bridegroom into
the sorrow-stricken, awed, and trem-
bling people who went forth from the
beautiful gate of Paradise to the
dreary world and its probation, — these
have no place in the concise volume
wherein Mr Maurice traces the after
history of their descendants. In this
book the curtain rises abruptly upon
the sons of this first pair. That their
position is at all peculiar, solemn, or
important, we are not led to suppose ;
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no grand event close at hand throws
its shadow over them ; they are ordi-
nary human men, whose father and
mother have been culpably negligent
of their education. Adam has never
told these boys of that grand and
loving Visitant who walked with him
in the cool of the garden, and taught
the humble holy creature, made in His
own image, such lore of heaven as he
was fit to know. Eve has never held
these brethren's hands, and bade them
hush to hear of the Seed of the woman
who was to bruise the serpent's head.
In that first primitive tent, or bower,
or cave, there has been no talk be-
tween the father and mother of what
befell before these children came to
comfort the great sorrow of the parent
hearts. No : the father has never
taught the wondering boys how their
inheritance was lost ; the mother has
never thrilled their swelling hearts
with that mysterious promise of re-
gaining it, which her own eager hope
had snatched at, when she said, " I
have gotten a man from the Lord."
Cain and Abel might almost as well
have been without parents for any
instruction they have had ; and as a
natural consequence, it follows that
the lads are as little impressed by the
great events which so closely preceded
their entrance into the world, as any
two rustics in Kent or Devon who
live at a distance of six thousand years
from the Creation and the Fall.
But yet there have been some faint
elements of education. Mr Maurice
thinks there have. " No doubt their
parents have told them that they have
a Lord, and that He sees them, and is
ordering their ways. Surely it is He
who is making them feel His pre-
sence, urging them to confess Him.
How shall they confess Him ? What
is the simplest of all possible methods
in which they can manifest their
subjection ? Ask yourselves. Is it
speech ? Is it some vehement phrase
of thanksgiving, some passionate peti-
tion ? These may come in time, but
they cannot come first ; they are not
the most childlike way of testifying
homage — not the one which ordinary
human experience would lead us to
look for, when One has revealed Him-
self to us, whom we perceive but dimly,
yet with whom we feel we have to do.
Acts go before words. The shepherd
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takes the sheep ; he desires to present
it to this Ruler, who must be near
him, whom he must find some way of
acknowledging. The tiller of the
ground takes the fruits of the earth ;
he would present these." Thus we
have the first suggestion of the doc-
trine of sacrifice — a suggestion, as it
appears, entirely natural, human, and
proceeding from man, and in which
Mr Maurice begins his first grand
practical contradiction of his own
assertion, stated in his preface, that
his system, like the system of the
Bible, is " to ground everything upon
the name of God," and to show every-
thing as proceeding from God. He
goes on to say, however, " Whatever
he (man) discovers on that subject, or
on any other, he receives. It is wis-
dom which is imparted to him — light
which comes to him from the Source
of light. I do not see what one can
say different, or more in the other
case." (The other case is, " Why one
mode of tillage, or one mode of fold-
ing sheep, occurs to him rather than
another.") " There, too, the suggestion
of the mode in which the service is
performed is welcomed as divine ; yet
it is felt to be natural and reasonable."
So that is all God has to do with the
matter. The principle of sacrifice,
and the mode of it, He suggests only
as He suggests a better mode of till-
age. This is quite a new and pecu-
liar method of proving that everything
proceeds from God.
But, acknowledging that God has
nothing to do with it save in this far-
away mode, it is very true that a
child's impulse of gratitude or affection
is to offer some of its little cherished
possessions to its benefactors — per-
fectly true — so that one can under-
stand the " childlike " sentiment of
Cain in his offering. But what would
Mr Maurice think of the Nero in pet-
ticoats, who slaughtered a butterfly in
his honour? Would that be childlike?
Would it be anything but monstrous,
horrid, cruel — the promise of a butcher
and not of a saint? Yet we are
obliged to admit that by all scriptural
analogy this is but a type of what
Abel must have done. He brought the
firstlings of his flock — the very flower
and sweetest blossom of animal life —
and offered it as his sacrifice. Was
it Abel's gentle nature that prompted
the slaying of his lamb? True, we
are not told in so many words that he
did slay the lamb ; but neither is
Abel's sacrifice in any way separated
from the other Old Testament sacri-
fices, in every one of which a victim
dies. If, then, we acceptMr Maurice's
hypothesis, that the origin of sacrifice
is only in the desire of man to confess
his dependence on God, and is nothing
more than the "simplest of all possible
methods in which he can manifest his
subjection," we must give a decision
in the matter of these two brothers
entirely contrary to the decision
given by God. We must approve
of the natural grace and fitness
of Cain's beautiful offering. We
must lift up our voice against the
cruel, revolting, and inhuman sacri-
fice of Abel. Mr Maurice does not
hesitate to say that u the Bible would
not be a true book if it did not exhibit
to us the difference " between these
two types of offerers — how " some have
been the better for their prayers, and
some very much the worse." Avail-
ing ourselves of the same license, we
add that the Bible would not be a
true book if it did not assign some
distinct, clear, and sufficient reason
for these sacrifices, of which Abel's is
the first example in the sacred record.
We will not linger upon our author's
explanation of the disappointment of
Cain, because he leaves the individual
subject to explain by our own ex-
perience what this disappointment
was : "the Cain-spirit in us all," he
says, "is that we supposed God to be
an arbitrary being, whom we, by our
sacrifices and prayers, were to conci-
liate. Was not this the false notion
that lay at the root of all our discontent,
of all the evil thoughts and acts that
sprung out of it ? We did not begin
with trust, but with distrust ; we
did not worship God because we be-
lieved in Him, but because we dreaded
Him ; because we desired His presence,
but because we wished to persuade
Him not to come near us. And does
not this experience, brethren, enable
us to understand the nature of that
true and better sacrifice which Abel
offered ? Must not all its worth have
arisen from this, that he was weak,
and that he cast himself upon One
whom he knew to be strong ; that he
was ignorant, and that he trusted in
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One who he was sure must be wise ;
that he had the sense of death, and
that he turned to One whence life
must have come ; that he had the
sense of wrong, and that he fled to
One who must be right ? Was not
his sacrifice the mute expression of
this helplessness, dependence, con-
fidence ? And was not the acceptance
of it the pledge that the Creator is
goodness and truth, and that all
creatures have goodness and truth so
far as they disclaim them in them-
selves and seek them in Him ? "
All very well said, true and good ;
but we are still standing by the slain
lamb — the innocent, spotless, harm-
less creature : can nothing but its
brief agony express these lofty senti-
ments ? What has all this filial and
reverent devotion to do with the shed
blood— the sight most abhorrent to
humanity ? Could Abel's " helpless-
ness, dependence, confidence " be ex-
pressed in no other way ? Or was
this a merely arbitrary sign of these
inward and spiritual emotions ? We
are left, in our ignorance, to marvel at
our leisure. Mr Maurice thinks he
has explained it all so clearly that he
is justified in saying, " If this be the
case, we have had a glimpse into the
nature of sacrifice, and into its con-
nection with the nature of every hu-
man creature, which we may hope
will expand into brighter and clearer
vision." Amen for Mr Maurice ; but
for ourselves we have not had the
slightest glimpse into the nature of
sacrifice. We have had descriptions,
true and faithful, of two different
moods of mind — of a man approach-
ing God with humility and tender
confidence, and of another man, who
comes sullenly because he dares not stfiy
away ; but we have not the slightest
comprehension what was the use of
Abel's lamb. It remains an utter en-
igma to us, bewildering andinexplain-
able. We cannot understand how
any human creature could express
his emotions of gratitudeor confidence
by destroying one of the gentlest
lives which confided in his care. If
there is no better explanation than
this, we can only turn with disgust
from the altars of the old world; there
is no meaning in them.
And now there marches another
figure upon the record. Noah, a pa-
triarch, the second father of the world,
a man whose years extended to within
fifty of a millennium. Mr Maurice is
very kind to Noah ; he who is of
Lincoln's Inn and the nineteenth
century, patronises him of the Flood.
If you had asked this simple-hearted
old giant to explain to you what his
sacrifice meant — "to tell you what
these visible things signified to him,
he could have given you no answer,"
says Mr Maurice. And again — " The
man who came out of the ark, andbuild-
ed an altar to the Lord, must have felt
that he was representing all human
beings — that he wasnotspeakingwhat
was in himself, so much as offering
the homage of the restored universe.
The simple mind of a patriarch could
not take in so vast a thought as this ;
what need that he should take it in ?"
What need indeed, when there was
a coming man — a critic and expositor,
like Mr Maurice — fated to appear ever
so many ages after, to explain to us
the inexplainable thoughts for which
poor old savage Noah could find no ex-
pression? We are irresistibly reminded,
as we read, of a famous critic in another
department. " Ah, sir," said this re-
doubtable gentleman, as he looked
upon a sketch of a deceased painter,
an unhappy disinherited son of Fame,
— u Ah, sir, was a great
colourist, and he never knew it ! "
The patriarch, like the painter, was
unconscious of what was in him — a
dumb inglorious Milton, full of inarti-
culate greatness. Yet one could sup-
pose that that same mountain-head of
Ararat, with the great world appear-
ing around, in the water and out of
the water, and the rainbow arch over-
head, was about as fit a scene, not only
to inspire grand ideas, but even the
grand simple language of nature in
which to express them, as the shady
groves of Lincoln's Inn, or even the
classic cloisters of Somerset House ;
and that the man whom the Apostle
describes as emphatically a preacher
of righteousness — a man in whose
youth the first of men was still living
to tell his wonderful experiences — one
who for many a troublous year con-
tended with a world of giants, the sole
representative of God's church and
truth among them, might possibly have
been quite as competent to understand
his own deeds, and interpret his own
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thoughts, as the Rev. Frederick Deni-
son Maurice, a Cambridge scholar,
and chaplain of Lincoln's Inn. We
believe they may be an " unchancy"
audience, these same learned benchers,
but not quite so hard to manage
either as the sons of Cain and La-
mech, the primeval Titans of the
world ; and we confess it seems to us
somewhat ludicrous to see how this
reverend gentleman patronises Noah,
who, to say the least of it, is Mr Mau-
rice's grandfather as well as our own,
and 'deserves some little filial reve-
rence at his descendant's hands.
But, "what need that he should
take it in ? " continues Mr Maurice.
44 It was true; if he could not compre-
hend it, he yet could speak out the
marvel and the awe of his heart to
Him who knew all. What was Noah's
sacrifice but this ? — as childlike as that
of the man who first gazed on the
strange world and could not interpret
it ; who first saw death, and wanted
to be told what it signified ; who first
felt sin, and would fly from it. As
childlike as his ; perhaps more child-
like, because the oppression of ages,
and of the sin which had been done in
them, of the deaths which had been
died in them, was greater than that
which the other could experience —
and, therefore, the need of casting it
on some one who could bear it was
greater ; and because the sense of de-
liverance and redemption and resto-
ration— the assurance that the righte-
ous God was a deliverer, redeemer,
restorer — must have been such as
none could have had who had not seen
how all the powers of the world were
used for the punishment of those who
had braved Him instead of believing
in Him ; and how, nevertheless, the
order stood fast, and came forth fresher
and fairer out of the ruin. In what
words was it possible to express a
sense of man's greatness — the king
over the mightiest animals — and of
man's littleness in the presence of the
elements which had been let loose upon
him ; of the intimate inseparable union
between man and man ; of the bitter
strifes which tore them asunder; of
the awful nearness of men to their
Maker ; of their estrangement from
Him? How could he and his sons
say, 4We confess that Thou hast
made us rulers ; help us to govern : we
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know that the world can crush us ;
help us not to fear it, but Thee. We
are sure that we have rebelled against
Thee ; we bless Thee that Thou up-
boldest us, and unitest us to Thee?'
The altar, the clean beasts, the fire,
and the man presenting the animals
to Him whom he cannot see, in the
fire as one of the mightiest ministers
of His will — these were the signs which
supplied the want of language, or
translated the language of earth into
that of heaven."
Now it appears to us that this is
one of the most marvellous instances
on record of an appearance of reason-
ing in which there is neither argument
nor consequence. It is very probable
that all these thoughts were in Noah's
mind when he stood at the opened
door of the ark, and saw before him a
recovered world ; but states of mind
are not the whole and sole materials
of which philosophy and history are
made, and we come back in hopeless
darkness to Noah's altar and its heap
of victims. This libation of blood,
these slain beasts, whose lives have
been miraculously preserved only to
perish here, how do they express man's
greatness and man's littleness, the
union between man and man, the
strifes between man and man, their
nearness and yet estrangement from
their Maker ? — how ? In what man-
ner do these slain creatures express
the prayer of Noah and his sons?
How are these the signs which supply
the want of language ? Mr Maurice
is a great deal more arbitrary than
those he condemns so easily : it is so,
he says ; but he gives us no light to
show us why or how : instead, he gives
us a great many admirable descrip-
tions of the various phases of indivi-
dual human experience, a great many
inculcations of the necessity of yield-
ing our will to God, of coming to Him
with trust and confidence, in every
word of which we are only too glad to
concur; but still we come back to our
premises. This altar and its shed
blood — this offering, made, not mildly,
after the gentlest sweetest fashion, but
violently by fire and knife, and the
agonies of death — what is the meaning
of it ? This is no expression of your
states of mind ; at least you have only
said it is so : you have not advanced a
single argument which convinces us :
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of what, then, is it an expression? for
we are more in the dark than ever.
If it should happen to dawn upon
the mind of the inquirer here, that
there was in existence an ancient pro-
mise, instantly applied to the sufferers
from the Fall, like balsam to a wound —
something which spoke of a certain
Seed, who should undo the evil of that
first tremendous overthrow — and that
the altar and the blood, mysteriously,
darkly, but so as faith could build
upon, pointed to Him who was to
come, God's own eternal glorious re-
medy for the destroyed and ruined
world, — we say, if this should happen
to dawn upon an inquirer's mind,
bringing the daylight of the gospel to
interpret the morning of the ancient
world, it seems to us that the most
wonderful illumination would imme-
diately stream upon those ancient
rites. " In the name of One to come,"
— when the old world echoes with these
words, as we verily believe every sin-
cere ear that listens for them will
hear it echoing, there is no longer
either difficulty or incoherence in the
ordinances of the ancient dispensa-
tions. This simple and palpable sign
of sacrifice is no longer an arbitrary
token of the human thoughts to which
it has no real affinity, but is the lively
representation of one distinct event, as
simple, real, and palpable as itself.
But if we attempt to show how Noah's
awe, gratitude, and reverence, or the
filial trust of Abel, found their natural
expression in that hecatomb of slain
animals, we are lost in utter bewilder-
ment: on the one side nothing but
filial adoration, humble confidence,
hope, and prayer ; on the other, agony,
destruction, cruel suffering, and pain.
How or by what means does the one
interpret the other? We can make
nothing of the mystery ; it has no
analogy to anything else known to us,
human or divine.
The history passes on. Another
grand antique personage appears upon
the stage, and we have now to consider
the sacrifice of Abraham. We avow
at our beginning that it is not much
our habit to read books of divinity, and
frankly we do not know whether the
merit of this slander upon the Father
of the Faithful belongs solely to the
inventive genius of Mr Maurice, or if
somebody else, equally clever and fer-
tile of brain, has a hand in it. But,
according to our primitive comprehen-
sion, and that plain Scripture narra-
tive, which does not say God sug-
gested, but God spoke, we had formed
a certain idea of Abraham. We con-
ceived of him as, in the first place, a
man extraordinarily tried, whom God
commanded, in so many distinct un-
mistakable words, to take his only
son— the son of hope, of promise, long
waited and longed for — and offer him
a sacrifice upon the altar. We under-
stood from the story that Abraham
arose, dumb, saying not a word,
scarcely thinking a thought in his
silent anguish, only hastening to do
it — to do it — to obey what God com-
manded, though it was worse than a
hundred deaths. A wonderful tale —
no words to dilute the intense force of
it — nothing to explain how that agony
of faith went upon its silent journey,
day by day, single-minded, broken-
hearted, knowing only what God had
said, and seeking no evasion of that
dread commandment. But it is a very
different story which meets us on the
pages of Mr Maurice. Abraham !
You thought he was a grand simple
soul, a natural princely man, one who
entertained travellers, who delivered
the treasures of his heathen neigh-
bours, but, with a noble magnanimous
generosity, would have none of the
spoil he recovered — who took the gifts
of God's full hand with a full heart,
and no thought of paying for them.
Was this your idea ? Oh simplicity !
what a mistake you have made !
There is no magnanimous and princely
hero visible in the sermon of Mr Mau-
rice—but there is a man who " thinks
upon his thoughts," who makes subtle
investigations into his own spirit, an
accomplished casuist, an egotist of the
first water. This poor, vain, ungene-
rous creature is too mean and small of
soul to accept a gift of surpassing and
unequalled magnitude without offer-
ing God something to make up for it ;
his first thought, on receiving the prize,
is what he shall give in return ; and
after various processes of thought, the
barren result of all is, that the man
makes up his mind to offer back again
to his heavenly Benefactor the gift
which He gave. " I knew thee that
thou wert an austere man ; here is thy
talent; behold, now thou hast that
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which is thine." And Mr Maurice's
Abraham binds the wood upon his
back, and in ineffable self- estimation,
and resolved to be even with God,
sets off to Mount Moriah to deliver
back again the greatly appreciated
boon.
We are not misrepresenting Mi-
Maurice ; it is true that when his
Abraham arrives at this conclusion,
he determines that it has been sug-
gested by God ; but that is all that the
Divine will has to do with the mat-
ter. We subjoin the narrative of Mr
Maurice and that of Moses. There
is some difference between them— not
a little in fact, as we suppose ; and
the most wonderful distance in at-
mosphere. But we will let these two
historians speak for themselves.
MOSES.
" And it came to pass after these thing?,
that God did tempt Abraham, and said
unto him, Abraham: and he said, Behold,
here I am. And he said, Take now thy
son, thine only son Isaac, whom thou
lovest, and get thee into the land of
Moriah; and offer him there for a burnt-
offering upon one of the mountains which
I will tell thee of. And Abraham rose up
early in the morning, and saddled his ass,
and took two of his young men with him,
and Isaac his son, and clave the wood for
the burnt-offering, and rose up, and went
unto the place of which God had told
him. Then on the third day Abraham
lifted up his eyes, and saw the place afar
off. And Abraham said unto his young
men, Abide ye here with the ass; and I
and the lad will go yonder and worship,
and come again to you. And Abraham
took the wood of the burnt-offering, and
laid it upon Isaac his son; and he took
the fire in his hand, and a knife; and they
went both of them together. And Isaac
spake unto Abraham his father, and said,
My father: and he said, Here am I, my
son. And he said, Behold the fire and
the wood: but where is the lamb for a
burnt-offering 1 And Abraham said, My
son, God will provide himself a lamb for a
burnt-offering: so they went both of them
together."
MR MAURICE.
" A man who has waited long for some
I, which has seemed to him more
bland each day that has not brought it to
him, and yet has also seemed each day
more improbable; who has been sure from
the first that if it ever came, it must be a
gift from One who watched over him and
cared for him, and who, for that very
reason, has gone on trusting that he shall
receive it — yes, growing in trust, as the
natural difficulties looked more insur-
mountable; such a man, when the dream
of his heart becomes a substantial reality,
has a sense of grateful joy which turns to
pain,which is actually oppressive till it can
find some outlet. Yet what outlet can it
find 1 What can he do for the Giver more
than rejoice and wonder at the gift 1 —
more than say, It is thine1? Nothing per-
haps. But how can he say that ? — how can
he utter what he means to One who, he
knows, is the source of all he has, and
can need nothing from him? What can
he offer 1 — a mere sign or symbol? — a sheep
which he would slay for his own food, and
which he would not miss out of his flock 1 —
a miserable sample of the fruits which the
earth is pouring out to him1? It must
surely be something better, more precious,
than any of these. His own heart seems
to scorn such presents — must not the
heart of Him to whom he brings them 1
Out of such feelings comes the craving
for the power to make some sacrifice — to
find a sacrifice which shall be real, and
not nominal. The Book of Genesis says,
i God did tempt Abraham.' It leads us
back to the source from which the
thoughts that were working in him were
derived. It says, broadly and distinctly,
This seed did not drop by accident into
the patriarch's mind ; it was not self-
sown; it was not put into him by the
suggestion of some of his fellows. It was
part of the discipline to which he was
subjected that these questions should be
excited in him. It was his divine Teacher
who led him on to the terrible conclusion,
' The sacrifice which I must offer is that
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very gift which has caused me all my
joy. That belongs to God. I can only
express my dependence upon God, my
thankfulness to Him, by laying my son
upon the altar.' If it was true that he
had been called out by the living and true
God to serve Him, and trust Him, and be
a witness for Him — if it was true that he
had received his child from God — it was
true also, he could not doubt it, that this
was a command — that it was a command
directly addressed to him ; that he was
to obey it."
Did it never occur to Mr Maurice
that, if Abraham's sacrifice did indeed
proceed, in the first place, from this
paroxysm of insane thankfulness, it is
the most singular thing in the world
that he should have waited so many
years before accomplishing it ? Isaac
was no newly received gift, no baby
blessing, at this period, but a reason-
ing lad, capable of bearing the wood
upon his shoulders, and asking shrewd
questions ; " the sense of grateful joy,
which turns to pain," must have had
years to sober down into reasonable
and pious gratitude by this time ; why
such a frantic outburst now ? Oh this
power of " spiritual anatomy " ! these
states of mind ! We are afraid that
this faculty of description is a danger-
ous one. At all events, Moses treats
the subject very differently. We see
nothing whatever of Abraham's pro-
cesses of thought in his history ; and
if we were to enter our own fancy in
opposition to Mr Maurice's, our indi-
vidual apprehension of him would
paint Abraham, hastening on his way,
thinking nothing, saying " God said,"
hurrying onward, taking no time to
consider what he was doing ; feeling
that his only safety was to do it, to
obey, and leave the rest to God.
Heaven and bereaved hearts only
know the unspeakable agony of sub-
mitting, when a child is only taken ;
but to give — to offer — fancy has no-
thing to do with such an unimaginable
anguish ; and there is not a word in
the Scripture story which authorises
us to believe that Abraham's thoughts
and wishes had the slightest share in
the dread command of God.
But we must hasten from the Old
Testament and its dimmer ordinances,
only pausing to note one important
enunciation which our author makes
in this same sermon about Abraham.
Abraham's reward, says Mr Maurice,
was this —
" He had found sacrifice to be no one
solitary act, no sudden expression of joy,
no violent effort to make a return for
blessings which we can only return by
accepting; but that it lies at the very root
of our being ; that our lives stand upon
it ; that society is held together by it ;
that all power to be right and to do right
begins with the offering up of ourselves,
because it is thus that the righteous Lord
makes us like Himself."
In this we find the first statement
of what is in reality Mr Maurice's
leading principle : he returns to it
again and again ; he tell us that he
can conceive of no state, or rather, to
use his own words, " that the most
pure and perfect state of which we can
conceive is the state of which sacrifice
is the law ;" and " that it is impos-
sible to imagine a blessed world in
which it does not exist." He " main-
tains that sacrifice is entirely inde-
pendent of sin ;" that, in fact, instead
of being a means, it is an end, and, as
it would appear, in reality, the chief
end for which this world was created.
Let us endeavour to realise this con-
dition of existence ; the intense amia-
bility of it is scarcely to be conceived
by our gross mortal understanding.
We can all of us understand a sacri-
fice which has a motive. The man
who puts his own life, or his own good
fame, upon deadly hazard to save his
brother's ; the woman who resigns all
the joys of life to recall one soul astray
and erring to a better way, — these,
we say with reverence, are humble
shadows, far off and faint, of one In-
finite Sacrifice, and we commend them
for their motive, but not for them-
selves : their design is to save — with-
out this design they are meaningless ;
and though they may fail a hundred
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times, the purpose that is in them,
and which gives all force and nobility
to them, remains. That is the old
doctrine ; but Mr Maurice requires no
design, no purpose, no motive. The
supreme excellence of the thing is
enough for him ; and we cannot re-
member any example which so per-
fectly exhibits his doctrine, as it ap-
plies to the social intercourse of mortal
men, as that of the far-famed old man
of the fable with his ass. Pure, mo-
tiveless, unselfish sacrifice was that ;
and the conscientious and sorely tried
hero of the tale, panting as he carries
his faithful beast along the road, where
that same faithful beast, but for pub-
lic opinion, ought to have carried him,
must be, we should fancy, the very
beau ideal of Mr Maurice. When all
the world is equally complaisant, what
a world it will be ! how mild, how
tender, how gentle should be all the
symbols and images which point to-
wards this consummation ! Are they
so? Of what do these slain beasts,
these holocausts, these heaps of slaugh-
tered victims, testify to the world?— of
violent agony, frightful, unspeakable,
only to be expressed by the last pang
of mortal suffering. What has this to
do with man's sweet submission to his
brother, with his filial reverence to
God, his childlike dependence upon
Him ? If that were all, these murder-
ed creatures should have been brought
hither garlanded and crowned, and
lived guarded lives as dedicated offer-
ings, instead of dying violent deaths.
Why did they die ?
It is a hard question ; and when we
turn to our author's exposition of the
New Testament, we cannot but feel
that the death of the Lord is a source
of continual embarrassment and per-
plexity to his mind. But for that
death, all would go well with him ; if
the Son of God had only lived His
perfect and wonderful life, spoken His
marvellous words, done His works of
mercy, and ascended to the heaven
from whence He came, all would have
been harmonious and consistent ; but,
unfortunately, the central and culmi-
nating point of the gospel is not even
so much that Jesus lived as that Jesus
died. It is not the manger, but the
cross, that is the type of Christianity;
and all the world, past and present,
centres towards this mysterious Death.
In this death Mr Maurice believes
fervently : he preaches that it has
saved all the world ; but how ? That
is a different question. He begins by
presuming that it was to be expected
that this supreme perfection of men,
if He ever did come, should sacrifice
Himself. " If there could be one who
never did lift himself up above his
brethren, who never claimed to be
anything but a member of a kind,
must he not be the perfectly righteous
man, and yet must he not be in sym-
pathy and fellowship with all sinful
men as no other ever was ? Must he
not have a feeling and experience of
their sins which they have not them-
selves ? Is it not involved in the very
idea of such a being that he sacrifices
himself? "
We confess that this " must" only
confounds and bewilders our poor ap-
prehension. We can see no necessity
in it. It seems to us as if somebody
going to America, and finding an
English-speaking people there go-
verning themselves, should begin to
predict that the original colony must
separate itself from the parent state ; —
very safe prophesying now, but not
quite so patent a truth in the days of
the " Mayflower." It is the time of
David of which Mr Maurice is treat-
ing; and he goes on to tell us, speak-
ing of the whole race (of Jews, of
course — at least we presume so), " I
say for a#, because this was the very
discovery which gave them comfort,
and the only one which could. They
were not only taught, * If there is
such a righteous man, then he must
and will offer such a sacrifice as this,
and that sacrifice must be a sacrifice
of God,' but their hearts said also, —
* Such an One there is, and such an
One will be manifested. His exist-
ent is implied in all that we are
thinking, feeling, doing. Some day
He will make it clear by a transcen-
dent act — an act pregnant with the
mightiest consequences to the world-"
that He is."
Yet, in spite of this universal en-
lightenment in the time of David, the
very chosen companions of the divine
Redeemer were dismayed and bewil-
dered at any mention of sacrifice on
His part. What does this inconsist-
ency mean? But whatever it means,
Mr Maurice has at last come to the
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conclusion that it is expected of all
mankind that a Saviour is to come,
and is to die. And now it is time to
enter on the question, Why was He to
die? Not for sin, because sacrifice is
independent of sin. For what, then,
was it necessary that this divinest
•essence of manhood was to give forth
His life upon the cross?
Returning to Mr Maurice's book to
search for this reason in his own
words, we find it the most difficult
thing in the world to light upon it.
So far as God Himself was concerned,
its main reason seems to have been to
testify " the eternal and original union
of the Father with the Son — that
union which was never fully manifest-
ed till the Only Begotten by the
Eternal Spirit offered Himself to God ;"
.and again, " that union and co-opera-
tion of the will of the Father with the
will of the Son, which was, as St Peter
taught us, before all worlds, which
lay at the very ground of creation,
but which was never manifested in its
fulness till the Son yielded Himself up
to the death of the cross."
But the real motive of the sacrifice
of Christ was this — God had already
forgiven His sinful creatures their
iniquities; and, as we read, we almost
fancy we can see some benignant
father smiling at the follies of his
-children, which are in reality so harm-
less and trifling that it is no effort on
his part to forgive them — that they
scarcely need forgiveness. But God
lias forgiven these transgressions ; it is
only necessary to make man believe
in it. How is this to be done? By a
secret inward revelation, as Abel and
Noah were moved ? by an oath and
covenant, as sufficed for Abraham?
No ! Astonishing prodigality of Hea-
ven ! to convince this obstinate, pre-
judiced, unpersuadable man, the Son
comes to this world, and this divine
and glorious life is thrown away upon
the cross to coax the sullen villain to
believe (what was nevertheless true
whether he believed it or no), that
God had saved him ! And that death,
so often typified, so often predicted,
for which such solemn preparations,
such widespreading providences clear-
ed the way— that death, after all, was
not a ransom, but only an argument;
not a propitiation, but simply a proof
— a most astounding disproportion,
surely, of means to the end ! If Abel,
Noah, Abraham, David, had believed
on God's word and assurance, how
did these lesser men of later times
require so extraordinary an additional
security? We are lost in amazement
when we come to think of it. If this
is so, it seems to us the only instance
on record of waste of means and un-
necessary expenditure on the part of
God.
But if our Lord's death was after
this wise, a proof to man of God's ac-
complished deed, and a full pledge,
such as never had been given before,
of the entire union of the Father and
the Son, how majestic, how calm, how
full of the grandest solemn delight and
satisfaction must have been that so-
called sacrifice? How we can fancy
the sun, His shadow in the heavens,
shedding its mildest effulgence on
His glorious head as He hangs upon
His cross as on a throne. Neither
agony nor passion can be there. There
is nothing to agonise for. He is a
witness of his Father's accomplished
pleasure— a benign advocate of God
to man, and not of man to God.
So has died many a holy martyr to
His word and truth. So fell Stephen,
with the glory of heaven on his young
brow. But so did not die the Lord of
All. The convulsed and trembling
earth, shaken to her foundations ; the
rended hills; the darkened sun; the
pale atmosphere of gloom, and terror,
and agony; the face of solemn an-
guish ; the cry of desertion and soli-
tude; and that last voice of triumph,
of agony, of conquest, what do they
mean? "It is finished!" What? The
witness-bearing, the persuasion, the
proof, the sympathy? But these are
never to be finished while Time and
Hope endure.
41 It is finished!" What? This
interpreter does not tell us — on his
principles we find it impossible to tell.
All the common words are here, yet
we are robbed of our Lord, and can-
not tell where He is gone. He died
to convince us ; He did not die for us.
He is our brother; but not our head,
our substitute, our Redeemer, who
stood in our stead, and bore our pun-
ishment. He is the Father's secu-
rity to us; the hostage of God's
treaty ; and not our security with the
Father, our Royal purchaser and
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owner, who undertakes all things for
us. Out of chaos we came, and into
chaos we return. We see no signi-
ficance in the arbitrary sign of Abel's
primitive offering; no natural lan-
guage of gratitude or confidence in the
slain lamb. Nor can we understand,
in any sense, how the Son, whose
death declares His union with His Fa-
ther, and who is only the pledge and
guarantee of His Father's sincerity,
can be called the Lamb of God, which
taketh away the sins of the world.
We have been obliged to hasten
over this book, a book which tempts
contradiction on every page, and on
which we could have lingered very-
much longer had space or time permit-
ted. But though, even in the quota-
tions we have made here, we have
passed over many statements which
we would wish to record our energetic
protest against, we do not think we
have omitted any important link of Mr
Maurice's argument, or misrepresented
the drift of it. It is, indeed, a con-
sistent and carefully constructed
scheme, with its leading idea clear
and well sustained, and an immense
amount of skill and pains expended
in its arrangement. The plausibility
of the whole depends on the plausibi-
lity of each part, and this Mr Maurice
admits as well as ourselves, when he
makes the singularly candid avowal,
that unless he can succeed in explain-
ing how we are " redeemed" by Christ
from " the curse of the law" in some
other sense than that which declares
" that He offered His blood, which was
an adequate purchase- money or ran-
som for it," he u must abandon all
the conclusions respecting sacrifice
which we have deduced hitherto from
an examination of Scripture." How
he manages to make this explanation
we leave to better judges — our voca-
tion is not to expound or interpret.
We have floated along the easy stream
of Mr Maurice's special pleading — we
have looked on with wrath and pug-
nacity, at which we could not help
being amused when we thought of it,
while our old faith was disposed of —
we have paid-all attention to his state-
ments—and our conclusion is, that
cleverer appearances of giving a rea-
son scarcely could be ; but for the
reason itself, we could not catch sight
of it. In our private retirement we
85
have been carrying on a smart dialogue
with Mr Maurice. "This is," says
the teacher— " Why?" say we. But
our instructor never condescends upon
the why : we are continually pursuing
him in wonder and bewilderment, con-
tinually calling upon him to stop and
explain himself; but unfortunately
the points on which Mr Maurice is
disposed to be explanatory are pre-
cisely those which we ask no ques-
tions about. Mr Maurice is a good
man, and no doubt was entirely satis-
fied himself with the truth of his pre-
lections ; and we trust his learned
audience at Lincoln's Inn found some-
thing more than assertions in them.
But we — well, we are only one of the
public ; we are neither learned in divi-
nity nor in law — we find, as we have
before acknowledged, several graphic
sketches of u states of mind " in this
clever volume, but as for connection
between these " states of mind" and
the tokens which, according to Mr
Maurice, are their natural interpreta-
tion, we confess candidly that we can
see none. If we are to believe Mr
Maurice, this singular institution of
sacrifice means nothing at all, and
has, in fact, had a certain propriety
and significance only among the.
heathen. The merest and most ar-
bitrary of forms, — a pure motiveless
bloodshedding it must have been with
the patriarchs, who, doubtless, if they
had not so much talk in them as this
modern generation, were able enough,
even Noah, to say in so many words
their prayers and their thanksgiving,
without the melancholy and tragical
intervention of these " poor dumb
mouths," the wounds of the victims
on their altar.
Mr Maurice tells us that in his
philosophy everything proceeds from
God ; but this is rather a delusive1 doc-
trine, for in reality everything in his
philosophy proceeds from the pro-
cesses of human thought, influenced in
an inward far-away mode, unacknow-
ledged by the divine Whisperer, by
some suggestion of the Supreme. We,
for our part, feel very confident
that the idea of sacrifice could never
have occurred to the human mind
at all if God had not given it forth
so plainly, that it was possible to
pervert, but not to deny it. How-
ever, teaching is not in our way,
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Vernier.
[July,
and we have only one thing more to
Bay before leaving Mr Maurice. We
were never more struck with a
change of atmosphere than we were
when we laid down his book, and
took up that Book from which he
takes his texts. The words were
often the same, but the air, the
spirit, the essence was changed.
We add another "Why?" to our
long list of interrogations. This
amiable and good man has been led
away by his anxiety to find a libe-
ral and enlightened gospel, fit for
the nineteenth century, and its in-
tellectual dabblers in scepticism ; and
he has been too much occupied by
the course of views necessary to
establish his theory, to observe that
subtle inexpressible breath of life
which he has left behind.
Fathers and mothers ! ye who are
proud in your secret hearts when
your boys are born to you, and
snub the poor little sisters, the de-
trimentals of the nursery, — do you
know that a great many philoso-
phers (and Mr Maurice and the
Broad Church are undoubtedly sup-
porters of the same opinion) main-
tain that no man can have a real,
stout, individual faith of his own
till he has passed through certain
regions of Disbelief, Scepticism, In-
fidelity, of which it is the fashion to
speak with great reverence and re-
spectfulness ? And do you know that
it is the persuasion of Mr Thackeray,
that the same young man must take
a certain course of vice, before he
can hope to become such a man as
Lord Kew? Deluded and insane
Heads of Houses ! do you hear these
oracles, and will you still persist
in bringing up the miserable little
urchins, doomed to undergo this
fate? Be persuaded, we beseech you,
good people : let us have a genera-
tion of the little sisters — those pro-
per little beings, whom nature her-
self keeps in order, and who have no
necessity laid upon them to be either
dissipated or sceptical. As for the
other unfortunate moiety of the crea-
tion, dispose of it somehow — we will
not inquire too closely into the par-
ticulars— but surely anything is better
than taking care of and preserving the
imp till it is old enough to meet this
predicted fate.
VERNIER.
IP ever thou shalt follow silver Seine
Through his French vineyards and French villages,
Oh ! for the love of pity turn aside
At Vernier, and bear to linger there —
The gentle river doth so— lingering long
Round the dark moorland, and the pool Grand'mer,
And then with slower ripples steals away
Down from his merry Paris. Do thou this ;
'Tis kind and piteous to bewail the dead,
The joyless, sunless dead; and these lie there,
Buried a hundred fathoms in the pool,
Whose rough dark wave is closed above their grave,
Like the black cover of an ancient book
Over a tearful story.
Very lovely
Was Julie de Montargis : even now,
Now that five hundred years are dead with her,
Her village name — the name a stranger hears —
Is, " La plus belle des belles ;"— they tell him yet,
The glossy golden lilies of the land
Lost lustre in her hair ; and that she owned
The noble Norman eye — the violet eye
Almost — so far and fine its lashes drooped,
Darkened to purple : all the country-folk
Went lightly to their work at sight of her,
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And all their children learned a grace by heart,
And said it with small lips, when she went by,
The Lady of the Castle. Very dear
Was all this beauty and this gentleness
Unto her first love and her playfellow,
Roland le Vavasour.
Too dear to lose,
Save that his knightly vow to pluck a palm,
And bear the cross broidered above his heart,
To where upon the cross Chrlft died for him,
Led him away from loving. But a year,
And they shall meet— alas ! to those that joy,
It is a pleasant season, all too short,
Made of white winter and of scarlet spring,
With fireside kisses and sweet summer-nights:
But parted lovers count its minutes up,
And see no sunshine. Julie heeded none,
When she had belted on her Roland's sword,
Buckled his breastplate, and upon her lip
Taken his last long kisses.
Listen now !
She was no light-o'-love, to change and change,
And very deeply in her heart she kept
The night and hour St Ouen's shrine should see
A true-love meeting. Walking by the pool,
Many a time she longed to wear a wing,
As fleet and white as wore the white- winged gull,
That she might hover over Roland's sails,
Follow him to the field, and in the battle
Keep the hot Syrian sun from dazing him :
High on the turret many an autumn-eve,
When the light, merry swallow tried his plumes
For foreign flight, she gave him messages —
Fond messages of love, for Palestine, ,
Unto her knight. What wonder, loving so,
She greeted well the brother that he sent
From Ascalou with spoils — Claude Vavasour ?
Could she do less ?— he had so deft a hand
Upon the mandolin, and sang so well
What Roland did so bravely ; nay, in sooth,
She had not heart to frown upon his songs,
Though they sang other love and other deeds
Than Roland's, being brother to her lord.
Yet sometimes was she grave and sad of eye,
For pity of the spell that eye could work
Upon its watcher. Oh ! he came to serve,
And stayed to love her ; and she knew it now,
Past all concealment. Oftentimes his eyes
Fastened upon her face, fell suddenly,
For brother-love and shame ; but oftener
Julie could see them, through her tender tears,
Fixed on some messenger from Holy Laud
With wild significance, the thin white lips
Working for grief, because she smiled again.
He spake no love — he breathed no passionate tale,
Till there came one who told how Roland's sword,
From heel to point, dripped with the Paynim blood ;
How Ascalon had seen, and Joppa's list,
And Gaza, and Nica3a's noble fight,
His chivalry ; and how, with palm- branch won,
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Bringing his honours and his wounds a-front,
His prow was cleaving Genoa's sapphire sea,
Bound homewards. Then, the last day of the year,
He brought the unused charger to the gate,
Sprang to the broad strong back, and reined its rage
Into a marble stillness. Ah ! more still,
Young Claude le Vavasour, thy visage was,
More marble-white. She stood to see him pass,
And their eyes met ; and, ah ! but hers were wet
To see his suffering ; aira she called his name,
And came below the gate ; but he bowed low,
And thrust the vizor down over his face,
And so rode on.
Before St Ouen's shrine
That night the lady watched — a sombre night,
With no sweet stars to say God heard or saw
Her prayers and tears : the grey stone statues gleamed
Through the gloom ghost- like ; the still effigies
Of knight and abbess had a slrow of life,
Lit by the crimsons and the amethysts
That fell along them from the oriels ;
, And if she broke the silence with a step,
It seemed the echo lent them speech again
To speak in ghostly whispers ; and o'er all,
With a weird paleness midnight might not hide,
Straight from the wall St Ouen looked upon her,
With his grim granite frown, bidding her hope
No lover's kiss that night — no loving kiss —
None — though there came the whisper of her name,
And a chill sleety blast of midnight wind
Moaning about the tombs, and striking her
For fear down to her knees.
That opened porch
Brought more than wind and whisper ; there were steps,
And the dim wave of a white gaberdine —
Horribly dim ; and then the voice again,
As though the dead called Julie. Was it dead,
The form which, at the holy altar foot,
Stood spectral in the spectral window-lights ?
Ah, Holy Mother ! dead — and in its hand
The pennon of Sir Roland— and the palm,
Both laid so stilly on the altar front ;
A presence like a knight, clad in close mail
From spur to crest, yet from its armed heel
No footfall ; a white face, pale as the stones,
Turned upon Julie, long enough to know
How truly tryst was kept ; and all was gone,
Leaving the lady on the flags ice-cold.
PART II.
Oh, gentle River ! thou that knowest all,
Tell them how loyally she mourned her love ;
How her grief withered all the rose-bloom off,
And wrote its record on her patient cheek ;
And say, sweet River ! lest they do her wrong,
All the sad story of those twenty moons,
The true-love dead — the true love that lived on
Her faithful memories, and Claude's generous praise,
Claude's silent service, and her tearful thanks ;
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And ask them, River, for Saint Chanty,
To think no wrong, that at the end she gave,
Her heart being given and gone, her hand to him,
Slight thanks for strong deservings. —
Banish care,
Soothe it with flutings, startle it with drums,
Trick it with gold and velvets, till it glow
Into a seeming pleasure. Ah, vain ! vain !
When the bride weeps, what, wedding-gear is gay ?
And since the dawn she weeps — at orisons
She wept — and while her women clasped the zone,
Among its brilliants fell her brighter tears.
Now at the altar all her answers sigh,
Wilt thou ? — Ah ! fearful altar-memories —
Ah ! spirit-lover — if he saw me now !
Wilt thou ? — Oh me ! if that he saw me now ;
He doth, he doth, beneath St Ouen there,
As white and still — yon monk whose cowl is back.
Wilt thou ? — Ah, dear love, listen and look up.
He doth — ah God ! with hollow eyes a-fir&.
Wilt thou ? — pale quivering lips, pale bloodless lips —
I will not — never — never — Roland — never !
So went the bride a-swoon to Vernier,
So doffed each guest his silken braveries,
So followed Claude, heart-stricken and amazed,
And left the Chapel. But the monk left last,
And down the hill-side,, swift and straight and lone —
Sandals and brown serge brushed the yellow broom —
Till to the lake he came and loosed the skiff,
And paddled to the lonely island-cell
Midway over the waters. Long ago
He came at night to dwell there — 'twas the night
Of Lady Julie's vigil ; ever since
The simple fishers left their silver tithe
Of lake-fish for him on the wave-worn flags,
Wherefrom he wandered not, save when that day
He went unasked, and marred a bridal-show, —
Wherefore none knew, nor how, — save two alone,
A lady swooning — and a monk at prayers.
And now not Castle-gates, nor cell, nor swoon,
Nor splashing waters, nor the flooded marsh,
Can keep these two apart — the Chapel-bells
Ring Angelas and even-song, and then
Sleep like her waiting maidens — only one,
Her foster-sister, lying at the gate
Dreaming of roving spirits — starts at one,
And marvels at the night-gear, poorly hid,
And overdone with pity at her plaint,
Letteth her Lady forth, and watches her
Gleaming from crag to crag — and lost at last,
A white speck on the night.
More watchful eyes
Follow her flying — down the water-path,
Mad at the broken bridals, sore amazed
With fear and pain, Claude tracks the wanderer —
Waits while the wild white fingers loose the cord ;
But when she drove the shallop through the lake
Straight for the island-cell, he brooked no stay,
But doffed his steel-coat on the reedy rim,
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And gave himself to the quick-plashing pool,
And swimming in the foam her fleetness made,
Strove after — sometimes losing his white guide,
Down-sinking in the wild wash of the waves.
Together to the dreary cell they come,
The shallop and the swimmer — she alone
Thrusts at the wicket, — enters wet and wild.
What sees he there under the crucifix ?
What holds his eyesight to the ivied loop ?
Oh, Claude ! — oh loving heart ! be still, and break.
The Monk and Julie kneeling, not at prayer.
She kisses him with warm, wild, eager lips —
Weeps on his heart — that woman, nearly wived,
And, "Sweetest love," she saith, " I thought thee dead."
And he — what is he that he takes and clasps
In his her shaking hands, and bends adown,
Crying, " Ah, my sweet love ! it was no ghost
That lefc the palm-branch ; but I saw thee not,
And heard their talk of Claude, and held thee false,
These many erring days." Oh, gaze no more,
Claude, Claude, for thy soul's peace ! She binds the brand
About his gaberdine, with wild caress ;
She fondles the thin neck, and clasps thereon
The gorget ; then the breast-piece and the helm
Her quick hands fasten. " Come away," she cries,
*'Thou Knight, and take me from them all for thine.
Come, true-love, come." The pebbles, water-washed,
Grate with the gliding of the shallop's keel,
Scarce bearing up those twain.
Frail boat, be strong !
Three lives are thine to keep — ah, Lady pale,
Choose of two lovers — for the other comes
With a wild bound that shakes the rotten plank.
Moon ! shine out fair for one avenging blow !
She glitters on a quiet face and form
That shuns it not, but stays the lifted death.
" My brother Roland ! Claude, dear brother mine,
I thought thee dead — I would that I had died
Ere this had come. — Nay, God ! but she is thine ! —
He wills her not for either : look, we fill —
The current drifts us, and the oars are gone —
I will leap forth." " Now by the breast we sucked
So shalt thou not : let the black waters break
Over a broken heart. Nay — tell him no ;
Bid him to save thee, Julie — I will leap ! "
So strove they sinking, sinking— Julie bending
Between them ; and those brothers over her
With knees and arms close locked for leave to die
Each for the other; — and the Moon shone down,
Silvering their far-off home, and the great wave
That struck, and rose, and floated over them,
Hushing their death-cries, hiding their kind strife,
Ending the earnest love of three great hearts
With silence, and the splash of even waves.
So they who died for love, live in love now,
And God in heaven doth keep the gentle souls
Whom Earth hath lost, and one poor Poet mourns.
EDWIN ARNOLD.
May 7, 1855.
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THE STORY OF THE CAMPAIGN.
CHAP, xxii.— (Continued.}
ON the 3d May, an expedition,
which had been for some days in
course of preparation, consisting of
about 7000 French with 12 guns, and
3000 English with 6 guns, sailed for
Kertsch, but just after arriving in sight
of its destination, was recalled by a
message from the French commander.
He had received telegraphic instruc-
tions from the Emperor to despatch all
the transports he could command to
the Bosphorus, to convey the French
reserves there to the seat of war, and
considered the instructions as suffi-
ciently imperative to necessitate the
recall of the expedition, which accord-
ingly returned, amid much dissatisfac-
tion. A few days afterwards, General
Canrobert resigned the control of the
army to General Pelissier, and took
the command of the first division, the
same he had held under St Arnaud.
Several events marked the change
of commanders. On the night of the
22d, the French made a determined
attack on the rifle-pits between the
Quarantine and Central Bastions,
which form part of the earth-works
covering the town. At nine o'clock a
cannonade, accompanied by volleys far
warmer and more sustained than in
any previous night-attack or operation
of the siege, marked the commence-
ment of the enterprise, and continued
without intermission till three in the
morning. The moon rather glimmered
than shone upon the scene, and against
the cloudy horizon the flashes of the
guns, like summer lightning, marked
the lines of defence and attack; the
rattle of small-arms was almost inces-
sant, and occasional cheers, rising
from the gloom, showed some advan-
tage won or charge attempted.
On the following day I visited the
scene of combat. Entering the French
lines at the Maison de Clocheton, a
long walk through the zigzag ap-
proaches led to the advanced trench,
where glimpses over the parapet and
through loopholes, rendered precarious
by the proximity of the Russian rifle-
men, who fired incessantly, revealed
the features of the ground.
In a green hollow or basin, at the
head of the inlet known as Quarantine
Bay, is a Russian cemetery, having in
the midst a small church, surrounded
by crosses and headstones. No Eng-
lish country churchyard, where the
forefathers of the hamlet sleep, can, in
its trim sanctity, be more suggestive
of repose than this peaceful spot, above
the occupants of which rude requiems
of musketry and cannon had for
months broken the silence. Instead
of mourning friends, marksmen had
crouched in the grass of the graves, or
lain in the shadow of the tombstones.
On the previous night there had been
hard fighting above the dead, on the
thresholds of whose green abodes lay
others ready to join them. The ceme-
tery is surrounded by a wall, and is
about seventy yards square ; the
further wall was less than a hundred
yards from the wall of the town, which
was of masonry, upright (those of
fortified places are in general strength-
ened with sloping buttresses, termed
revetments), and having no ditch.
It was breached in three or four
places, though not extensively enough
for the assault ; but it was evident
that, in a few hours, the French bat-
teries could, whenever they pleased,
destroy the whole extent of wall,
which it would have been impolitic to
do until the moment for storming had
arrived. Between the wall of the
cemetery and that of the town was a
line of rifle- screens, strongly con-
structed of earth and gabions, and
capable of holding each at least a
dozen marksmen. Only two of these
had been taken by the French, and
the number of dead stretched on the
grass showed at what cost. The
cemetery was cleared of Russians, who
had retired to their remaining rifle-
pits, and its right wall now formed
part of the French parapet. The
Russian batteries before the town
were silent, and the garrison had
hoisted a flag of truce, which the
French refused to respond to, as it
was known the attack was to be
resumed in greater force the same
night (23d) ; and, on returning in the
evening, I met bodies of troops enter-
ing the lines. In all, it was said that
30,000 men were to be assembled in
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92
the trenches for this new attack.
That night at nine o'clock, the can-
nonade and musketry opened as be-
fore, but soon became fainter, and by
midnight died away. The Russians,
cowed by the slaughter of the previous
night, and overpowered by the num-
bers of the assailants, withdrew within
their works, after a short struggle,
and left the whole of the rifle-pits to
our allies, who connected them by
trenches, opened a communication
with their nearest approach, and occu-
pied them as a new advanced line.
On the 24th there was a truce for six
hours to collect the dead. The
French lost 1600 killed and wounded,
of whom about a fourth were killed.
They delivered to the Russians 1150
bodies ; 800 more were collected by
the burial parties on the ground,
most of whom had been killed by the
lire of four French field-pieces, which
ploughed through the enemy's dense
columns drawn up in support ; and
the loss of the garrison in the two
attacks could scarcely have been less
than 6000 men.
On the 23d the expedition again
sailed for Kertsch, and this time
accomplished the object of its mission.
On the afternoon of the 24th, the
allied force disembarked at Kainish, a
village south-west of Kertsch. About
2COO Russian cavalry showed them-
selves there, but did not offer to
attack ; and the garrison, after blow-
ing up their magazines and spiking
most of their guns, were seen moving
[July,
off. Next morning the allies advanced
on Kertsch, and halted for an hour in
the town, where they destroyed a large
foundry and bullet- factory, and then,
advancing on Yenikale, and finding
the place deserted, they proceeded to
intrench themselves. In all, 108
guns were taken, many of them of
large calibre (68 -pounders), which in
another week would have been mount-
ed in the batteries, ottering a formid-
able defence. Some of our war-steamers
of light draught, and gun- boats, im-
mediately entered the Sea of Azoff,
capturing 260 boats laden with grain,
and proceeding to Arabat, a strong
fort at the southern extremity of the
long narrow isthmus, by which the
land communication with the neigh-
bouring provinces of Russia is main-
tained, blew up, with the first shell
fired, an immense magazine there. A
few days afterwards, Genitsch, at the
other extremity of the isthmus of
Arabat, was set on fire, and eighty-
six boats destroyed in its harbour.
The whole of the Sea of Azoff was
scoured by this light armament. The
town of Berdiansk on the north shore
was abandoned by the enemy, as was
Soujouk-kale, near Anapa; and be-
sides the towns, guns, ammunition,
and vessels (including four war-
steamers sunk by themselves), the
Russians either destroyed or lost grain
sufficient for 100,000 men for four
months ; moreover, the road by which
supplies had chiefly been sent to
Sebastopol was rendered unavailable.
CHAP. XXIII. — THE POSITION EXTENDED.
During the month of May the Sar-
dinian contingent had joined us. The
appearance of these troops was much
admired ; they were very neatly and
serviceably clothed, those of the line
in grey coats, fitting loosely, and
leaving the neck free, with a light
jacket and trousers underneath ; their
arms, equipments, waggon-train, and
horses, were all in excellent order;
the troops looked healthy and cheerful,
and the few cavalry that accompanied
them were extremely soldier-like and
well-appointed.
Besides this addition to our forces,
the French had received such strong
reinforcements that it was necessary,
if only for the ventilation of the army,
to extend our position. On the 25tb?
twenty thousand Frenchmen thousand
Sardinians, and twenty thousand
Turks, quitting the'plateau some hours
before daybreak, marched towards the
Tchernaya, from which the Russians,
who were in inconsiderable numbers
there, fell back without opposition :
the area of our position was thus
nearly doubled — the passage of the
river secured, with a plentiful supply
of water — and a large portion of the
army encamped on spots far more
eligible than could be found on the
bare and trodden surface of the heights.
The Russian supplies from the Sea
of Azoff being cut off, and our force
thus largely augmented, the campaign
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93
assumed a new aspect. The enemy
must now draw their supplies from
their depot at Simferopol, and an
allied army advancing from Eupatoria
to threaten that place, would draw
their force thither, as Sir John Moore's
advance in the north of Spain drew
Napoleon's army from Madrid. A
second force of the Allies might fol-
low them from the Tchernaya, still
leaving sufficient troops to watch Se-
bastopol, and eifect a junction with
the army from Eupatoria, presenting
a force which it is unlikely the Rus-
sians could attempt to cope with, and
the conquest of the whole province
might ensue. On such grounds the
time for actively continuing the siege
would seem past, as, with our present
means, the town might be obtained
on easier terms than at the expense
of a bloody assault. Situated as the
Crimea is, at the extremity of the em-
pire, and all the northern portion being
extremely barren, it appears impos-
sible that Russia should be able to
maintain there an army at all equal
to ours, and the form and position of
the province render it very vulnerable
to an enemy who commands the sea.
On such considerations the time would
seem to have arrived when the oper-
ations of the siege might give place to
new, more extensive, and more de-
cisive enterprises.
On the 25th I rode to our outposts
on the Tchernaya, and afterwards
completed the circuit of the position.
Descending from the plateau by the
Woronzoff road with a companion,
we crossed the ground where the light
brigade made their memorable charge,
to the low heights between the plateau
and the Tchernaya, leaving behind
us the hills from which the Turkish
outposts were driven in the affair of
Balaklava, and which were now again
occupied by our Ottoman allies. The
plains were in every part covered with
luxuriant herbage and flowers, vary-
ing in character with the ground, the
lower portions being sometimes moist
and filled with marsh plants, while a
shorter growth clothed the upland
slopes. At the base of the low heights,
which were now occupied by a French
division under Canrobert, six field-
batteries were posted, the heights
themselves were covered with the
French tents, and bowers made of
branches; and the guns in the Russian
works above the ruins of Inkermann
tried vainly to reach them with shells,
which, for the most part, burst high
in air midway. A dell in the
midst of these heights led to the road
along which we had marched from
Mackenzie's Farm. The bridge by
which we had crossed the Tchernaya
was uninjured, and on the further
side the French were constructing a
Ule-du-pont or earthen work, the faces
flanked by parapets for musketry on
the hither side of the river. We rode
along the bank, which was lined with
Frenchmen and Sardinians fishing,
and who appeared to have good sport,
pulling out fish something like trout ;
one soldier caught a carp of a pound
and a half. The meadows here,
though they must in winter have been
deep swamps, contained the remains
of many burrows where the Russians
had bivouacked, the branched roofs
of which had fallen in. At a neigh-
bouring ford several hundred French
cavalry were watering their horses,
the men in their stable dresses, with
carbines at their backs, while a
strong picket, fully accoutred, was
drawn up beyond the river to protect
them from any sudden descent the
enemy might make from the opposite
heights, where a few Cossacks were
occasionally visible. Close by, on the
opposite bank, is a tall conical hill
held by the Piedmontese, who have
here their advanced post of light
troops, dressed in green tunics, and
hats with bunches of green feathers,
like theatrical bandits, and armed
with short rifles. The back of this
hill forms, with a steep slope opposite,
a narrow gorge, where a pretty stone
bridge spans the Tchernaya, and from
this point branches the aqueduct which
used to supply Sebastopol. Beyond,
the valley widens again into meadows
sprinkled with trees, and tinted glow-
ingly with flowers; in some places
knolls are so covered with purple, red,
or yellow, as to look like great nose-
gays. In the midst of a grove stands
the village of Tchergoum, with its
large octagonal tower, and up the
road behind it a Cossack may be seen
sauntering towards some of his com-
rades who appear on the heights, and
occasionally fire at those who advance
furthest from the outposts. There
are plenty of Russian burrows here
on both sides of the river, and the
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Allies in their advance made spoil of
abundance of arms and furniture,
which they'disposed of to visitors, one
of whom was offered a piano a great
bargain, of which he was unable to
avail himself, as it was rather too
large to put in his saddle-bags ; while
in another quarter a post-chaise was
for sale. Had the same purchaser got
both, he might have taken home the
piano in the post-chaise.
Riding back over the steep hills,
which in the eastern corner of the
position are held by Sardinians, you
reach their right outpost nearKamara,
where a road sweeps round the back
of the mountain. Here the aspect of
the country suddenly changes — for
whereas the hills towards Bakshi
Sarai are bare and chalky, here they
are clothed with a thick verdure of
tall coppice, with some trees of large
growth, spotting with the darkness of
their shadowed sides the even sunlit
green of the bushes, which is further
broken by park- like glades. All is
silent here ; there are no soldiers vis-
ible, and no sound is heard except
the thrushes in the leaves, and the
murmur of a small stream caught in
a stone fountain beside the road.
The next turn discloses a camp occu-
pied by a detachment of our marines,
supplying the pickets and sentries
who complete the circuit of outposts
from Kamara to the sea-shore far
south of Balaklava. Their tents are
pitched in a sunny meadow, before
which rises a wooded mountain, with
craggy peaks breaking through the
verdure, on each of which stands
a sentry with his red- coat and cross-
belts discernible a mile off against
the sky. From this camp a wood-
path, shaded with fine trees, ascends
to the next mountain ridge, where
a turn of the road discloses a really
magnificent prospect. Doubtless the
long residence on the dreary heights
of Sebastopol enhanced for us the
effect of the view, but anywhere in
the world it would have been emi-
nently attractive. Below us lay the
valley of Baidar, stretching from the
edge of the sea-cliffs on our right to
the distant mountain range, where it
wound round out of sight. Like the
fabled vale of Avilion, it was " deep-
bower'd, happy, fair with orchard-
lawns;" flowery meadows, sprinkled
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with trees and groves, reminded me,
in their fertility and expanse, of the
vega of Granada, as seen from the
mountains behind the city. Two red-
roofed villages, embowered in trees,
stood, at some distance apart, in the
midst of the valley, but no inhabitants,
nor cattle, nor any kind of moving
thing, gave life to the scene — it was
beautiful as a dream, but silent as a
chart. No corn had been sown for
this year's harvest; the only tokens
of agriculture were some farm-wag-
gons discernible through the glass at
a distant point of the valley. The
villages were not only deserted, but,
as some visitors had ascertained a
day or two before, quite denuded of
all tokens of domestic life. Beyond
this outpost it was now contrary to
orders to pass ; a marine officer was
in charge of the party, and lay in a
kind of nest, under the shade of his
blanket and cloak, which hung on
bushes.
Turning with regret from this view,
we rode back along the sea-cliffs to-
wards Balaklava. The tint of the
Euxine was so light in the bright
sunshine that it was not easy to dis-
tinguish where the sky joined it ; and
the steamers that crossed to and from
Kertsch (one of them tugging a sailing
vessel, perhaps a prize) seemed to
traverse the air. The cliffs, as I have
mentioned elsewhere, are of remark-
able beauty, with delicate rosy tints
and purple shadows. At length we
arrived at the stockaded barrier drawn
across the road in the winter, passing
which we came to the fortified ridge
from whence you look down on the
harbour of Balaklava, lying like a
small lake in its rocky, tower-skirted
basin. Here work- a- day life began
again— troops lighting their cooking
fires and fetching their water— guards
lolling in the sunshine — mules and
buffaloes toiling with their loads ; and
up the hills beyond Kadukoithe beard-
ed pashas, sitting in open green tents
like canopies, gazing, as they smoked
their tall silver nargillys, towards the
distant mountains which surround
Bakshi Sarai ; while the more devout
among the Mussulman soldiers, drawn
up in a body, with their faces turned
(I suppose) towards Mecca, repeated,
with many bendings and prostrations,
their evening prayers.
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CHAPTER XXIV. — ASSAULT OF THE MAMMELON AND QUARRIES.
Notwithstanding the extent of our
force, great part of which was neces-
sarily idle, our strategical operations
seemed to be limited to the expedi-
tion to Kertsch, as the preparations
for a renewal of the cannonade on
Sebastopol, to be followed by an as-
sault, were actively continued. We
erected new batteries, accumulated
great stores of ammunition, and aug-
mented the number of mortars in the
trenches. On the 6th June, at three
o'clock in the afternoon, the batteries
opened, and after a short space the
Russians replied with a fire heavier
than in former attacks, but by no
means so well directed, owing, per-
haps, to the want of reinforcements
of good artillerymen. All that after-
noon and all night our fire continued,
and the next morning that of the
Russians, which had begun so spirit-
edly, was much subdued. TheMamme-
lon, which on the previous afternoon
had fired salvos, was reduced to two
or three guns, and its parapets, as
well as those of the Redan, and the
face of the Malakoff looking towards
our batteries, were little more than a
shapeless heap of earth, testifying to
the excellence of our artillery fire,
which was probably unequalled for
precision and effect. The practice of
our mortars was admirable — scarcely
the smallest interval elapsed without
a huge shell bursting in the midst of
the Mammelon, and the loss of its gar-
rison must have been very severe — of
which, indeed, we shortly had proof.
It had been arranged, before open-
ing the fire, that on the second day an
assault should be made ; by the
French on the Mammelon and the
smaller works towards Careening
Bay — by us on a work known as the
Quarries, in front of the Redan. Up
to our last cannonade the ground
there had been occupied merely by
heaps of loose stones and rubbish,
where marksmen were posted; but
since then the enemy had thrown up
an intrenchment surrounding the
Redan at about four hundred yards
in front of it, and had filled it with
riflemen — and it was this work
which, though quite regular in form,
retained the old name of the Quarries,
As soon as the French had secured
the Mammelon we were to attack this
point, and establish ourselves ; but
our attack was for the present to
terminate with the success of this
operation, because the Redan, if car-
ried, would be untenable so long as
the Russians retained possession of
the Malakoff. The time chosen was
half-past six in the evening, and for
this reason, that as men advance
with much more spirit and confidence
when they see what is before them
than in night-attacks, the assailants
would have daylight enough to secure
possession of the work, while dark-
ness would descend in time to enable
them to throw up the necessary cover
against the fire which the Malakoff
(looking on the rear of the Mammelon)
would otherwise pour in so hotly as,
perhaps, to render the occupation of
it difficult and attended with heavy
loss.
At half-past five the French columns
of attack were formed at the mouth of
the ravine which divides the English
right from the left of the French at
Inkermann, — and to each battalion
General Bosquet addressed a few
words of encouragement, to which
they responded with cheers, and
straightway plunged, in rather more
tumultuous array than English dis-
cipline permits, into the ravine. A
most conspicuous personage was a
vivandiere, who, well mounted, and
wearing a white hat and feather, rode
at the head of the column with a
little keg slung at her saddle. First
went the Algerine Zouaves, tall,
lithe, swarthy, and with African
features; next the French Zouaves,
who, having obtained precedence over
the Green Chasseurs, greeted these
latter braves as they passed them
with screams, howls, and derisive
expressions, which were received in
silence by the Chasseurs, who fol-
lowed next, attended by their vivan-
diere, a very pretty and smartly -
dressed girl, who seemed to possess
great control over her feelings ; for,
whereas a woman can scarcely be ex-
pected to see with indifference even
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a single lover going to battle, this
young lady beheld with equanimity a
whole regiment of admirers advancing
to deadly conflict. Several regiments
of the line followed, and the whole
array swept down the ravine to the
trenches.
The English light and second
divisions were destined to attack the
Quarries. Two bodies, each of two
hundred men, issuing from the fore-
most trench of our right attack, were
to turn the extremities of the work,
drive out the occupants, and, advanc-
ing towards the Redan, and lying
down there, keep up a fire to cover
the operations of eight hundred work-
men, who, with pickaxe and shovel,
were to throw up a parapet towards
the enemy. Besides the guards of
the trenches, other detachments were
to remain at convenient points, ready
to support them against all attempts
of the enemy.
By some means the news had got
abroad that an assault was to be made,
and crowds assembled at different
commanding points before the camps.
As the hour approached, and the num-
ber of the spectators augmented, the
greatest excitement prevailed. We
could see the French lining their
trenches, and the English filing into
theirs. The fire from our batteries
was hotter than ever, and shells were
showered more thickly into the devoted
Mammelon. At length three rockets
were fired from the Victoria redoubt,
which General Pelissier had just
entered, and every glass was turned
towards the French trenches, from
which the assailants were seen to
issue and swarm up the slope. Led
by one man, who kept considerably in
advance of the rest, they passed the
line of intrenchment which the enemy
had drawn round the front of the
work, and in a few minutes were seen
at the edge of the ditch, firing into
the embrasures. Presently some
climbed the parapet — large columns
pressed in at the left — and, almost
without a struggle, the Russians hur-
ried off towards the Malakoff, while
the tricolor was hoisted in the captured
work. The smaller works towards
Careening Bay had been simulta-
neously assaulted, though the conflict
there was disregarded in the absorbing
interest of the attack on the Mammelon,
and they also were carried after a
short struggle ; but the one nearest
the sea, being exposed to the fire of
batteries on the north side of the har-
bour, was found too hot to remain in,
and the French quitted it.
Possession of the Mammelon being
obtained, it was necessary to cover
the operations of the workmen by a
further advance, and the foremost as-
sailants dashed out in pursuit of the
Russians who made for the Malakoff.
Flushed with their easy success, the
French did not content themselves
with a demonstration against this
formidable work, but actually assailed
it. It immediately became a hornet's
nest— every gun opened — its parapets
sparkled with musketry — and the
garrison of the Redan, not yet assailed
by the English, were seen leaving
their post, probably to succour the
Malakoff.
The French pressed on gallantly till
stopped by a -belt of abattis — an ob-
stacle composed of trees with the
branches pointed and sharp stakes.
A few men penetrated through this,
and, advancing to the edge of the
ditch, fired on the defenders. At this
time the Malakoff became wrapt in.
smoke, which, drifting across the
scene, dimmed the view of the struggle.
The guns fired wildly ; v shells exploded
in all parts of the ground, and shot
came bounding up among the spec-
tators, one of which, later in the
evening, killed an unfortunate civilian
who was looking on. After the lapse
of about a quarter of an hour, during
which the French, unable to penetrate
into the Malakoff, gallantly held their
ground on the slope before it, the
Russians, reinforced by several batta-
lions, drove them back amidst a tre-
mendous uproar of musketry and can-
non, and they retired into the Mamme-
lon, behind which a considerable body
of their comrades were drawn up.
Here they made a stand against the
enemy, and commenced a struggle
which wore an unpromising aspect —
for while some of the French sup-
porting force held their ground, others
retired to the intrenchment midway
down the slope, and began to fire
from thence. At length the French
gave way, and ran down the face of
the hill to their own trenches, where
their reserves were drawn up. Upon
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these they rallied, and, after a breath-
ing space, were again led to the assault,
and successfully. Again they rushed
into the Mammelon, drove out its
defenders, and pursued them to the
Malakoff, around which their musketry
continued to crackle long after dark-
ness set in, while their comrades in-
trenched themselves in the Mammelon,
which was found strewn with dead
from the effect of our shells.
Meantime our men, issuing from
their trenches, had entered the Quar-
ries, which they found unoccupied,
and advanced towards the Redan to
cover the operations of the working
party. Their movements were not so
plainly visible from the rear as those
of the French, owing partly to the
nature of the ground, partly to the
dense smoke which overhung the
scene; but Lord Raglan, who remained
at a point about half-way between the
ridge before our camps and the bat-
teries of our left attack, received occa-
sional notices of the state of affairs.
Some of our men had entered the
Redan and found it empty, the garri-
son having, as before said, probably
gone to reinforce the Malakoff; but
they speedily returned in force, and
our reserves advanced to support the
assailants. When darkness set in,
the line of musketry marked the dis-
puted points, but the artillery fire had
almost ceased, except from our mor-
tars, which threwshells into the Redan
and Malakoff. The latter work seemed
to be still assailed by the French; the
former was silent. All was darkness,
except where the sparks of musketry
were scattered as from a forge — then,
with a flash and roar, a shell would
climb the sky, passing the ridge of
clouds lying on the horizon, mingling
confusedly amid the stars, and then
rotating downwards, when, as it dis-
appeared behind the parapet aimed
at, for a moment all was dark, till the
explosion lit up the work, making it
stand out in transient red relief from
the surrounding blackness ; or a shell
from a gun would traverse the ground
at a low angle, the burning fuse rising
and falling in graceful curves as it
bounded on, till its course ended in a
burst of flame. Sometimes a bugle
sounded shrilly in the still night — once
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or twice there was a cheer — and these
sounds and the rattle of the small
arms showed the chief part of the
combat, in which so many of our com-
rades and friends were darkly engaged,
to be in the ravine of the Woronzoff
road. Sometimes the sound of strife
died almost away, and then was re-
newed with great warmth. These
sudden outbursts marked the onsets
of the Russians, who made vigorous
efforts to retake the work, and even
drove our men out of it, but were
again repulsed. Towards morning
they advanced on our trenches, and
penetrated into some of the ap-
proaches, but were driven back with
loss.
The next morning the Russian
works, beaten into uneven heaps, were
almost silent, firing only an occasional
shot. The French had intrenched
themselves in the Mammelon, and had
placed some small mortars there,
while we had made good our footing
in the Quarries. Both the English
divisions had suffered severely; in
the second, the report up to ten
o'clock in the morning snowed 50
killed and 270 wounded ; while, in the
light, the 7th and 88th had suffered
severely. In the afternoon several
Russian mortars were directed on the
Mammelon, and must have caused loss
to the French in it.
Before and during the assault no
feint or demonstration was made at
any other point of the line to mislead
or distract the enemy, who took ad-
vantage of the directness of the attack
to collect their troops in the Malakoff
in sufficient numbers to drive back the
French, as before described, from that
work, and even temporarily to retake
the Mammelon. Our allies attacked
with great gallantry, and the Rus-
sians, taken as they were by surprise,
and having already suffered much
from our heavy fire, showed more
stubbornness in the defence than was
generally anticipated. Next day the
expectation was very strong, in the
English camp, that the attack was to
be renewed in the course of the day,
and that this time the whole south
side would be ours, but the sun went
down without any preparations for a
second assault.
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TWO YEARS OF THE CONDEMNED CABINET.
THE House of Commons has grown
accustomed of late to strange sights.
The Parliamentary history of the
last two years is without a parallel
in our annals. As a consequence of
the recent revelations of Ministerial
duplicity, faith in our public men is
vanishing ; and the National Represen-
tatives, foiled and duped by the Exe-
cutive, have become sceptical and
apathetic, and view each new turn in
the Parliamentary drama pith sar-
casm or levity. The fall of a Minis-
try, the vapid effrontery of a Premier,
or the inane termination of a six
nights' debate, is alike received with
laughter; and the majority of the
House now seem to regard their
lengthy debates as mere fencing-
matches, wherein they who make the
cleverest feints are to be the most
applauded. Earnestness is disap-
pearing, and an idle mocking spirit is
taking its place. Athens of old once
witnessed a similar scene. Themis -
tocles, Pisistratus, Pericles — the mas-
ter-spirits of their nation — the Crom-
wells, Chathams, and Pitts of the
Athenian state, had passed away; and
in their room had arisen a race of
clever talkers, — men who prided
themselves on their ability to prove
right wrong and wrong right by
turns, as best suited their interests, —
who sneered at honesty when it gave
an advantage to an adversary, and
worshipped falsehood as a means to
outwit, — and whose sole study it was
to find how they could best blindfold
and lead the public into their plans.
These things were not done in a
corner, but in the forum and the mar-
ket-place. It was the affairs of the
state that the Sophists made the sub-
ject of their game ; and all Athens,
looking on, grew faithless, callous,
mocking. Athens in those days
laughed at its leaders, laughed at it-
self, laughed at its gods. The people,
a mere handful, laughed with their bet-
ters, and the disease deepened into
death. The British nation, thank
God, are neither fickle nor few, — they
can neither be corrupted nor coerced
by example ; and unlike the spark-
ling boasters of the city of Pallas, the
sight of Ministerial shamelessness and
duplicity only arouses them to ear-
nestness and indignation. The coun-
try is at war, and has no need of ene-
mies at home ; and the political lead-
ers who have at length unmasked
themselves as renegades to patriotism
and to their pledges, must henceforth
be notably branded as if on their fore-
heads, and banished from the offended
presence of the nation.
" Our constitutional government,"
said the Prince-Consort lately, "is
now undergoing a heavy trial." The
words were true ; but whence has
arisen the main source of that dis-
credit which is now attaching itself
to institutions around which the heart
of the nation has so often rallied, —
— institutions not more venerable
for their antiquity than they are
cherished for their consonance with
the national feelings? We have al-
ready indicated the cause. The
Constitution is weakened, because
the statesmen who of late have held
the chief places have shown how well
falsehood to the country can lurk with-
iri its precincts, and under the very
shadow of the Throne. It is not
that there has been official misman-
agement : it is not that millions of
money have been wasted, or — what
touches the heart of the nation far
more — that thousands of our gallant
soldiers, men whom twice their num-
ber would hardly face in the field,
have been doomed by Ministerial
neglect to inglorious deaths. It is
because that neglect itself was but a
symptom of still deeper guilt. Minis-
ters did not prepare to assail Russia,
because they did not wish to assail
her, — did not support our gallant
army in the East, because they were
ever striving secretly to patch up an
unsafe and discreditable peace at
Vienna. It is because the suspicions
of the nation, ebbing and flowing for
the last two years, have now culmin-
ated in a dread certainty ; and be-
cause, by an edaircissement forced upon
the ex-Ministers, it is now known that
these men — calling themselves " Peel-
ites," — have from first to last been
playing us false. They have been false
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to the country, and false to their own
words. Their policy has been Russian,
and their speeches prevarications.
Hence the distrust and apathy of Par-
liament. It has felt itself befooled and
blinded every time it attempted to ob-
tain explanations. It struggled in vain
with a Jesuitry that was too strong for
it, because the Legislature, split up,
debauched, and emasculated by Coali-
tion tactics, had no longer any faith
in itself, and no courage to call its
suspected leaders to account. And,
thus at its wits' end, it has of late
taken to mere talking smdfarniente :
it makes long speeches in its sleep.
And yet it will rise up again, we feel
assured, even as it awoke suddenly
from its torpor five months ago ; and
the old British spirit will flash out
steadily in opposition to all Peelite
cant and Russianism, and in support
of any Ministry that will heart and
soul support the honour and interests
of our country. We have no desire
that the Legislature should usurp the
powers of the Executive; but the
truth cannot be too vividly impressed
on the public mind that the remedy
for our present embarrassments is not
more confidence on the part of Par-
liament, but more straightforwardness
in our Ministers.
The House of Commons will not
soon forget the week in which the
long-latent Russianism of the ex-
Ministers was openly divulged. There
had been rumours of another Austrian
proposition, which a majority in the
Cabinet was disposed to accept; and on
a day immediately previous the Peelite
chiefs, invited by the Premier, had
dined with their quondam colleagues
at the Royal table. On Monday came
on Mr Milner Gibson's "peace" mo-
tion. It was disagreeable to the Minis-
try, as exciting discussion and sug-
gesting explanations ; — it was not less
so to the Peelites, who were unwilling
to publish their Russian leanings when
every thing seemed so near a final settle-
ment, and when peace, they thought,
would have to be accepted by Par-
liament and the country as a fait
accompli. Therefore a mock scene
of question and answer was got up
between Messrs Herbert and Glad-
stone and the Premier, conducted
with that sanctimonious Jesuitry
in which the former gentlemen are
proficients ; and on Lord Palmerston,
thus invoked, stating (what his ques-
tioners knew full well) that the Vienna
Conferences were not concluded,
Mr Gibson was prevailed upon to
withdraw his motion. The collusion
was transparent, and the House by
murmurs testified its indignation.
The Conservative leader did more.
Apprised of the secret treachery at
work, and the contemplated accept-
ance of the Austrian proposals by the
Government, Mr Disraeli resolved to
bring matters to a crisis by moving a
vote of want of confidence in the
Ministry. The Premier instantly
took the alarm. No subterfuge or
jocularity, he knew, could rid him of
this motion. A meeting of the Minis-
terialists was accordingly summoned,
at which the Premier found that no-
thing would do but either to resign or
adopt a more resolute policy. Here
the split with the Peelites began. The
tremendous castigation bestowed by
Mr Disraeli upon Lord John Russell
for his blunders and inadequate pro-
posals at Vienna, and the cheers with
which it was received by the House,
gave fresh proof to the "peace" party
in the Cabinet that their game was
up. Their speeches grew more war-
like, and the breach with their late
colleagues was completed. Then at
length up rose Mr Gladstone, Mr
Sidney Herbert, Sir James Graham,
and the Duke of Newcastle in the
Lords, to unbosom themselves of that
tenderness for Russia which they had
so long and too well concealed when
in office. The House sat silent as the
ex-Ministers gave damning proofs of
their former duplicity. The country,
less used to such scenes, less in the
secret, and unwilling to the last to
believe so much evil of statesmen
whom they had trusted, broke into
vehement and indignant denuncia-
tion when the hateful truth was
forced upon them ; and the Press,
unanimous for once, opened its many
voices to upbraid. The worst charges
against the Aberdeen Cabinet were
now justified, — suspicions, apparently
the most improbable, were now seen
to have been truth. A mist rolled
away from before the eyes of the
nation, and a horrid light broke over
the events of the last two years. We
had, then, been duped after all I
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Aberdeen and his colleagues were
indeed confederates of Russia, and the
Czar was right in calling the ex-
Premier his " old friend !" It was now
clear why Mr Gladstone starved the
war, — why Mr Sidney Herbert and the
Duke of Newcastle made the expedition
to the East a mere parade, — why Lord
Aberdeen kept protocoling instead
of acting, — why Sir James Graham
sent no gun-boats to the Baltic,
spared Odessa,* and forbade the fleet
to attack Kertsch or harm the Rus-
sians in the Sea of Azoff! A much
lighter shade of criminality than this
would in former times have sent a
Ministry to the Tower. Why, the
mere sparing of Odessa and Kertsch
was a graver fault than that which
Admiral Byng expiated with his life ;
—the one endangered Gibraltar, the
other has cost us an army by saving
Sebastopol. Under any other Go-
vernment, Sebastopol would have been
ours last year ; yet the flag of Russia
(though, we trust, soon to fall) still
floats over its bristling earth-works,
and England now pays with the lives
of her soldiers for the policy of her
Government. The British nation has
grown tolerant of misconduct in high
places. The public, for its blind acqui-
escence, now charitably takes to itself
a portion of the blame of those who
dupe it. But in a case like this,
where the honour and interests of
Great Britain are alike concerned,
and where the national feelings have
been outraged in their most sensitive
point, — where a Ministry has at once
involved us in a gigantic war, and
betrayed us in the conduct of it, —
forgive is an impossible word, and
the long tale of treachery will be
requited by generations of censure
and abhorrence.
The tale is a longer one than the
less watchful portion of the public
may imagine. The fountain lies deep,
and, we confess, it contains abysses
into which we do not care to search.
Future historians will lay it all bare,
after the lapse of years has stripped
some points of the delicacy which
now envelopes them. A French OP
Russian alliance, — that was the
fundamental question from whence
has arisen the conflict of opinion
among our statesmen. Louis Napo-
leon, enthroned in France, held out
his hand to England. Far-seeing as
his uncle, and prescient of coming
storms from the North, he sought to
establish himself and fortify Western
civilisation by an alliance between
the two freest and most liberty-loving
nations of Europe. Lord Palm erston
on the spot accepted it. For the last
thirty years it has been the practice
of our country to recognise every
de facto Government in other coun-
tries, whether it be popular or abso-
lutist, whether it be a Republic, a
Monarchy, a Presidency, or an Em-
pire. In December 1851, Lord Pal-
merston, nothing loth, followed the
prescriptive practice, and hastened to
recognise the Presidency of Louis
Napoleon. We shall not pry into the
cloud which envelopes the Cabinet
crisis which ensued. Suffice it to say,
the pressure must have been great
which rent asunder the Whig party,
and drove from office so veteran and
accommodating a statesman as Pal-
merston. But this first coup of the
anti - Gallican party failed notably.
The Russell Cabinet, already totteringr
was prostrated by the dismember-
ment. And the Conservatives succeed-
ing to the reins of government, gave a
diametrically opposite bias to our for-
eign policy, and, rapidly undoing what
the anti-Gallicans had commenced,
at once drew closer the alliance with
our neighbour France. Stratford
Canning, the man in all the world
whom the Czar hated most, was
created Lord de Redcliffe, and, com-
ing home from his post at Constanti-
nople, doubtless gave his Conservative
friends the benefit of his long experi-
ence of Russian policy. Lord Mai raes-
bury, the Foreign Minister, had been
* Sir James now takes credit for having proposed to Admiral Dundas to bombard
Odessa. But when was this proposal made ? Not till the middle of December last,
after the mischief was done, and the Government had been challenged in Parliament
for not having bombarded the place at the opening of the campaign. If Sir James
had wished Odessa destroyed— and the enterprise would then have been of great use
— why did he not give orders for its bombardment in May, when the Allied fleets
were before the town, and had actually opened fire upon it ?
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a personal friend of Louis Napoleon,
and was acquainted with his philo-
English and anti- Russian predilec-
tions. So, at the head -quarters of the
Conservative Ministry, there was both
a friend of the French ruler and an
Inveterate antagonist of the Czar.
The adherents of German principles
and the Russian alliance were in
despair. Nothing but a quick over-
throw of the Derby Administration
could prevent England from frater-
nising with France to the disadvan-
tage of Russia ; — and they resolved to
attempt it. Party rivalry and lust
of office had their part in what fol-
lowed ; but the grand feature of oppo-
sition between the Derby Cabinet
and its successor was in their Foreign
policy, — the one leaning to France,
the other to Russia.
Woburn Abbey, of old the seat of
many a wily conclave, was the scene
of these first "conferences." Russell,
Lansdowne, and Aberdeen were the
plenipotentiaries ; and they made
quicker progress in their work than
their own plenipotentiaries did after-
wards. A Coalition was effected.
The Peelites were to become Liberals
at home, — the Liberals were to be-
come Absolutists abroad. Popular
principles were to be tabooed on the
Continent, and Palmerston, to be out
of the way, was put into the Home
Office. Peelism, from some other
cause than its numerical strength,
was in the ascendant, and even Lord
John Russell was for a time almost
without office. Pceans were sung in
the Winter Palace of St Petersburg.
Nicholas, hitherto cold and distant,
now caught hold of Sir George Sey-
mour by the button-hole. At a pri-
vate meeting at the Palace of the
Grand- duchess Helen, on the 9th
January — that is to say, as soon as
despatches from or concerning the
new Ministry could be received from
London — " the Emperor came up to
me," says our Ambassador, " in the
most gracious manner, to say that he
had heard of her Majesty's Govern-
ment being definitively formed, adding
that he trusted the Ministry would be
of long duration. He desired me
particularly to convey this assurance
to the Earl of Aberdeen — with whom,
he said, he had been acquainted for
nearly forty years, and for whom he
entertained equal regard and esteem."
But the Czar, while remembering his
" old friend," did not forget the anti-
Gallicanisra of Lord John Russell in
December 1851 ; and from the conjunc-
tion of two such stars in the same
Cabinet, he knew that Russia's hour
for triumph was come. "I repeat,"
he went on to say in that memorable
interview, "it is very essential that
the English Government and I should
be upon the best terms ; and the ne-
cessity was never greater than at
present. I beg you to convey these
words to Lord John Russell. When
we are agreed, I am quite without
anxiety as to the west of Europe."
True. " If ever France and England
form a sincere alliance," said Napo-
leon on the rock of St Helena, "it
will be to resist Russia." And Nicholas
now believed he could render that
alliance impossible.*
The Czar knew his men, and spoke
out. " I am willing to promise," he
said, " not to establish myself at Con-
stantinople — as proprietor I mean,
for as its holder in deposit I do not
say." He afterwards made his de-
sire to become Lord-Paramount of
Constantinople still clearer, by show-
ing that every other possible alter-
native would be resisted by him to
the last. "Constantinople," he said,
" never shall be held by the English,
or French, or any other great nation.
Again, I never will permit an attempt
at the reconstruction of a Byzantine
empire, or such an extension of Greece
as would render her a powerful state ;
* It is but justice to Sir George Seymour, and at the same time a grave charge
against the Ministry, to say that, in one of his admirable despatches, he expressly
warned them (Jan. 11) that the Czar's overtures " tended to establish a dilemma by
which it was very desirable that her Majesty's Government should not allow them-
selves to be fettered." Again, on 21st Feb., he wrote to Downing Street : " The
Emperor's object is to engage her Majesty's Government, in conjunction with his own
Cabinet and that of Vienna, in some scheme for the ultimate partition of Turkey, and
for the exclusion of France from the arrangement" Verba inissa ad auras! The
Cabinet disregarded the warning, because they acquiesced in the general proposal.
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still less will I permit the breaking up
of Turkey into little republics. Rather
than submit to any of these arrange-
ments, 1 would go to war, and as long
as I have a man and a musket left,
would carry it on ! " The Czar's over-
tures were no idle talk. At the same
time that the British Cabinet thus
received intimation of the Czar's de-
signs, they were informed by our
ambassador that two Russian corps-
(Tarmee (the 3d and 4th) had got the
route for the Turkish frontiers ! But
nothing disquieted them in their reso-
lution to lean upon the Russian alli-
ance. Only, lest the affair should get
wind, or be deemed obnoxious by
some of their colleagues, it was un-
constitutionally resolved that this cor-
respondence should be secretly con-
ducted by a small conclave. Lord
John Russell was deputed to make
the first reply. He commenced with
an acknowledgment of " the mode-
ration, frankness, and friendly dis-
position of his Imperial Majesty ; "
— then, for sole answer to the Czar's
verbal and military menaces against
Turkey, meekly observed that as yet
" no actual crisis has occurred which
renders necessary a solution of this
vast European problem : " but re-
marked that "her Majesty's Govern-
ment are persuaded that no course of
policy can be adopted more wise, more
disinterested, and more beneficial to
Europe, than that which his Imperial
Majesty has so long followed, and
which will render his name more illus-
trious than that of the most famous
sovereigns who have sought immor-
tality by unprovoked conquest and
ephemeral glory!" To these Coalition
compliments and sugar-plums, Lord
John added a special and uncalled-for
reference to one point in the ""disinte-
rested and beneficial" policy which
was to raise the Czar to such a pitch
of glory. And what was this point,
but that very Protectorate over the
Greek Christians which afterwards
occasioned the fatal imbroglio', — and
what did Lord John but actually com-
mend the Emperor for performing
this protectorate— not only as a right,
but as a " burdensome and inconve-
nient " duty ! * By a preceding mail,
also, the gratifying news had reached
St Petersburg that two members of
the British Cabinet (Sir C. Wood
and Sir J. Graham) had vilified and
denounced the French Emperor from
the public hustings, and that their col-
leagues and his "ancient friend " had
by silence acquiesced in the sentiment!
Thus complimented and encouraged,
the Czar proceeded in his plans.
Prince Menschikoff was despatched
post-haste to Constantinople to pick
a quarrel with France about the Holy
Places, and to concuss Turkey into a
recognition of the Protectorate which
the British Cabinet thought the Czar
was entitled to, and so well dis-
charged. But the French Emperor
was too knowing to be thus entrapped.
He felt that England under the new
Ministry was breaking away from
him, and he had no desire to fight the
Continent single-handed. The im-
petuous Lavalette had been recalled ;
and when the Russian envoy arrived
at Constantinople with his demands
about the Holy Places, France at once
released the Porte from its difficulties,
by resigning the privileges lately con-
ceded to her. The first ultimatum,
though agreed to, thus failed in its
object. The next news was, an
alarming despatch from Colonel Rose,
* The words of this commendatory sentence addressed to the Czar are : — " The
more the Turkish government adopts the rules of impartial law and equal admini-
stration, the less will the Emperor of Russia find it necessary to apply that excep-
tional protection which his Imperial Majesty has found so burdensome and inconvenient,
though, no doubt, prescribed by DUTY and sanctioned by TREATY." Yet, in the July
following, Lord Palmerston declared that " no country had ever achieved so many
reforms, in the same time, as Turkey had done within the last fifteen years." And
exactly a year after Lord John Russell's testimony to the Czar's right and duty to
exercise the Protectorate, Lord Clarendon said (Jan. 31, 1854) :— « No injury to the
Christian subjects of the Porte afforded even a pretext for such acts of aggression.
On the contrary, from the introduction of new laws for their protection, and their
own gradual progress in wealth and intelligence, the condition of the Christians was
manifestly improving." And before fifteen months had expired the Aberdeen Cabi-
net declared war against the Czar, to resist this Protectorate, of which at first they
expressly approved !
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our charge -d'affaires, stating that
Menschikoff had been secretly offering
to conclude an offensive and defensive
alliance with Turkey, to which Eng-
land was not to be a party, and from
which she was to be sedulously ex-
cluded ; and that the Russian Gov-
ernment offered to support Turkey
against any Power, with an army of
400,000 men. The British Cabinet
disbelieved or disregarded the report,
although it was immediately after-
wards (April 6) confirmed by Lord
Redcliffe in person ; and the de-
mand for the fleet to be sent to
the Bosphorus, though desired by
France, was negatived at once.
Yet so obvious had grown the danger,
and so exorbitant in the eyes of our
ambassador the demands of Russia,
that Lord Redcliffe wrote home, that
" it was not the amputation of a
limb, but the infusion of poison into
the whole system, that sthe Turkish
Government were summoned to ac-
cept." At length came the ultimatissi-
mum, in which Menschikoff demanded
for his imperial master a protectorate
over the Christian subjects of the
Sultan, — a demand as extraordinary
and unjustifiable, whatever Lord John
and his colleagues might think of it,
as if the French Emperor had claimed
a similar right over the Roman Catho-
lic subjects of the British Crown. On
the demand being rejected by the
Porte, Menschikoff withdrew, breath-
ing vengeance, and Luclers with his
corps- d'armee soon afterwards crossed
the Pruth, — an event destined to be
more memorable in the history of
modern Europe than was Caesar's
crossing the Rubicon in the annals
of Rome.
War was begun, — our ally was at-
tacked,— all treaties were thrown to
the winds, — Russia was bearing down
towards Constantinople, and the bal-
ance of power in Europe was men-
aced. But the British Cabinet re-
mained quiescent ! Secretly in the
confidence of the Czar for the previous
six months, and fully informed of his
designs upon Turkey, they yet took
no steps to deter him from his ambi-
tious projects. And why ? Because,
rather than break with him, and be
forced back upon the French alliance,
they were willing to acquiesce in his
plans, and trust in his " well-known
moderation." u We must come to
some understanding," said the Czar
to Sir G. Seymour, in the end of Feb-
ruary, when our ambassador (although
unsupported by any intelligible in-
structions from his Government)
showed obvious reluctance to enter
into the imperial plans ; u and this
we should do, I am convinced, if I
could hold but ten minutes' con-
versation with your ministers, —
with Lord Aberdeen, for instance,
who knows me so well, who has
full confidence in me, as I have
in him. And, remember, I do not
ask for a treaty or a protocol ; a gene-
ral understanding is all I require, —
that between gentlemen is sufficient ;
and in this case I am certain that the
confidence would be as great on the
side of the Queen's Ministers as on
mine." Nicholas was not disappointed
in his estimate of the Aberdeen
Cabinet ; and Lord Clarendon (23d
March) replied like a sycophant : —
"The generous confidence exhibited
by the Emperor entitles his Imperial
Majesty to the most cordial declara-
tion of opinion on the part of her
Majesty's Government, who are fully
aware that, in the event of any under-
standing with reference to future con-
tingencies being expedient or indeed
possible, the word of his Imperial
Majesty would be preferable to any
convention that could be framed." This
understanding was come to. The Czar
desired no tell-tale " treaty or proto-
col." The litera scripta, he knew,
would terrify his friends in the Coali-
tion Cabinet. No British Ministry
could dare to sign away the indepen-
dence of Turkey, but they could con-
nive at it, — which Nicholas, as a
practical man, knew was quite as
good.
And the Aberdeen Ministry did con-
nive at it. They laid their whole plans
with the view to concussing Turkey,
or letting Turkey be concussed, into
acceptance of the Czar's demands.
They resolved to make no opposition,
and without their co-operation, they
knew, France could offer none. No
extra supplies were asked in the Bud-
get ; and when the Pruth was crossed,
not a sabre or bayonet was added to
the army, nor a single step taken to
embody the militia. At one time Par-
liament was assured that the occupa-
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tion of the Principalities was merely
a temporary measure, and at another
that they were " waiting for Austria."
Now, six months before (22d Feb.),
the Czar had told them—" When I
speak of Russia, I speak of Austria
as well; our interests as regards
Turkey are perfectly identical
I can reckon upon Austria, who is
bound by her promise to support me."
The truth is, the Aberdeen Cabinet
were waiting, not for the military co-
operation of Austria to commence
the war, but for the compulsory
yielding of Turkey, which, by satis-
fying Russia, would have restored
peace. The secret conclave of the
Cabinet had, partly by silence and
partly by their profuse eulogy and
commendations, led the Czar to believe
that they acquiesced in his views in
regard to Turkey ; and in the above-
quoted despatch of Lord John Rus-
sell's, they had expressly told the Czar
that they regarded his Protectorate of
the Greek Christians as at once a right
and a duty. They adhered to these
opinions all the more after the work of
invasion had commenced ; because they
saw that the Czar (whom they had
thus tempted into the path of con-
-quest) would not recede, or quit hold
of the Principalities, unless his de-
mands were conceded. Lord Aber-
deen and his colleagues had assented
to Russia occupying the Principalities
without consideringMt a casus belli, be-
cause they thought" that this would
bring the Porte to terms. To browbeat
Turkey, content Russia, and so
(though with immense damage to
England and Europe in the end) pre-
serve peace and the Russian alliance
at any price, was the policy of the
Cabinet, — and for their Russian lean-
ings, Europe and their country will
yet have to weep tears of blood.
The gallantry of the Ottomans, how-
ever, baffled the anticipations of the
senile Premier; — and although he
fought on to attain his object by
means of " mediating" (!) Notes,
the Turks would not listen to such
degrading conditions, and resolved
rather to die sword in hand than to sign
away their independence. So strong,
too, grew the feeling of sympathy for
the Turks, and of hatred to Russia,
among the British people, that the
Coalition Cabinet became divided
against itself. Then came the dreadful
massacre of Sinope — a disaster for
which the British Cabinet were di-
rectly responsible,* by having forbid-
den the main body of the Turkish
fleet to enter the Euxine to escort
their convoys ; and a general burst of
indignation took place throughout the
kingdom. Palmerston threatened to
resign ; and seeing the country against
him, and the Cabinet going to pieces,
the Premier at length began to give
way.
But began only, — and that, too,
rather in semblance than in reality.
If ever there were philo-Russiaus in
this country, and cunning knaves to
boot, they were Aberdeen and his
Peelite colleagues. In sending the
British fleet to the Bosphorus, they did
so only because (owing to the winter
storms) it could no longer lie exposed
in Beycos Bay ; and when it reached
Constantinople, the only thing it did
was by its presence to help to compel
the Turkish fleet not to put to sea.
* It is rarely that a Ministry can be convicted by the testimony of its own repre-
sentatives, and by documents printed under its own superintendence, but the follow-
ing extract from a despatch of Lord de Redcliffe, dated 17th December 1853, shows
the opinion of our ambassador as to the share which the Ministry had in produc-
ing the catastrophe of Sinope : — " From all that precedes, it appears that a severe
loss, ivhich a timely interposition of the Allied squadrons might have prevented, has been.
sustained by the Porte Forgive me, my Lord, if, in this combination of
circumstances, all tending to the same conclusion, I cannot lose sight O/"PUBLIC OPINION,
or of that maturer judgment which LATER TIMES will pronounce upon our conduct at this
unprecedented juncture ;— and if, while stating my reasons for purposing to send the
squadrons into the Black Sea now, I feel that an explanation of the causes which re-
strained them from going SOONER might be reasonably expected" This was plain
language. It indicates that the ambassador neither acquiesced in the policy, nor was
informed of the secret motives, of his Government ; and explains the rumours, frequent
at that time, of Lord de Redcliffe having tendered his resignation. But Lord Claren-
don's only answer was to write to St Petersburg on the 27th, that the combined fleets
"had no hostile designs against Russia !"
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That fleet was commanded by Captain
Slade (Mushoover Pasha) ; and the
reason assigned by the British author-
ities for not allowing the fleet to enter
the Black Sea, was, that as he, the
Turkish Admiral, was an English sub-
ject, it might tend to embroil us with
Russia! Captain Slade, chafing with
fury at his compulsory inactivity,
demanded that he should be al-
lowed to sail with his whole fleet.
The Divan likewise energetically pro-
tested, but was overawed by the threat
that, if the Turks entered the Euxine,
the British fleet would return to Malta.
Only a detachment of war-ships, ac-
cordingly, was allowed to escort the
convoys, — and the disaster of Sinope,
as we have said, was the result.
But did all these things really pro-
duce a reaction in the Cabinet against
Russia? By no means. ;On Dec. 27
Lord Clarendon expressly informed
Baron Brunow, that whatever ap-
pearances might indicate, the British
fleet "had no hostile designs against
Russia." Not only this, but even the
fleet of the deeply- injured Ottomans
was to be prevented making reprisals.
A fortnight after the news of Sinope
reached this country, a despatch was
sent to the Cabinet of St Petersburg, in
which it was secretly stated — "As her
Majesty's Government are not less in-
tent than they were before upon
effecting a peaceful settlement of dif-
ficulties, measures will be taken for
preventing Turkish ships of war from
making descents upon the coast of
Russia!" They tied Turkey's hands
in order that Russia might beat her
and force her into submission ! And
what is worse, remark the way in
which this was done. It was done so
as to be an act of treachery against
France as well as against Turkey.
The preceding sentence formed part,
and was written at the end, of a joint
despatch which had been concerted
between the British and French Gov-
ernments ; but no sooner did the re-
spective ambassadors proceed to com-
municate their duplicate (!) despatches
to Count Nesselrode than they were
found to differ on this vital point, —
the English addendum having been
written unknown to the French Gov-
ernment, and in most flagrant viola-
tion of the concert between the two
courts.
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" Russia speculated upon the differ-
ences between England and France,
which she thought irreconcilable,"
was the explanation of the origin of
the war given by Lord Palmerston on
31st March 1854,— not three months
after the perpetration of this shame-
ful act of double-dealing against our
ally. He might have added that Rus-
sia was justified in so calculating.
" Before the questions which led to
the mission of Prince Menschikoff to
Constantinople had assumed so seri-
ous an aspect of difference," said the
Czar, in the memorable article in the
Journal de St Peter sbourg (March 3,
1854), which necessitated the produc-
tion of theCoufidentialCorrespondence,
"and before Great Britain had adopted
the same line of policy as France, the
Emperor had explained himself with
the most perfect candour to the Queen
and her Ministers. And the result
showed itself in acorrespondence of the
most friendly character between the
English Ministers and thelmperial Go-
vernment." There is a great deal under
the words which we have italicised. It
calls to mind not only the anti-Galli-
canism of Lord John Russell in De-
cember 1851, and of Wood and Graham
in January 1853, and the life-long
Russianism of Aberdeen, but also the
secret memorandum of agreement mado
in 1844 between the Czar and the
Scotch Earl (then Foreign Secretary)
during the Russian Emperor's visit to
this country. " Russia," said Lord
Derby (March 31, 1854), alluding
to the primal cause of the war,
" thought if she could succeed in.
bringing the Prime Minister of 1853
to the obligations he entered into in
1844, France would be isolated, and
England, Russia, and Austria would
make arrangements among themselves
for the settlement of the Turkish ques-
tion." That is the simple truth. The
object of the Conferences and Memor-
andum of 1844 was strictly anti-Gal -
lican ; — its purport being, that in the
event of the dissolution of the Turk-
ish empire, England and Russia should
act in a combination which would
compel France to accept any terms
they might dictate. And in the open-
ing debate of 1854, Lord Aberdeen,
with all the events of the previous
year before his eyes, did not hesitate
still to say that "he saw nothing to find
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fault with in the Memorandum," and
that he even " looked upon it with
great satisfaction" In fact, it was no
doing of his that England ever broke
with Russia and sided with France
and Turkey. We have already quoted
the words of the elder Napoleon, as
to the necessity of an alliance between
England and France to resist Russia.
Sir John M'Neill, another excellent
authority, says, — "If England and
France are united, there will be no
struggle." But it was the policy of
Lord Aberdeen to sacrifice both France
and Turkey for the sake of the Russian
alliance. And hence the hopes and
projects of the Czar.
The whole negotiations of the Brit-
ish Cabinet throughout 1853 were cha-
racterised by double-dealing towards
the ally with whom we professed to
act in concert, and by whose aid
alone we could hope to resist the
Russian aggressions. At the very
outset of the dispute, the French Gov-
ernment— to whom overtures were
made by the Czar similar to those
opened with the British Cabinet! —
solicited (January 28) " a cordial
understanding" with the British
Government, " not only for the pur-
pose of settling the question of the
Holy Places, but to oppose a steady
opposition to that threat of war on
the part of Russia which was indicat-
ed by the assembling of her troops on
the Turkish frontiers." It was after
this that Lord John Russell wrote his
fulsome letter of commendation to the
Czar; and the subsequent conduct
of the Coaljjtion Ministry was in a
similar strain of adulation to Russia and
of coldness or actual double-dealing
towards France. For instance, after
the French fleet had put to sea in
compliance with the demand made by
their ambassador at Constantinople —
in concert with Colonel Rose, who
had despatched a similar request to
the British Government — Lord Clar-
endon, in a despatch to St Petersburg
(23d March), not only stated that his
Cabinet " do not think Colonel Rose
was justified in requesting that the
British fleet should be brought to
Vourla," but added: "Her Majesty's
Government have felt no alarm. They
regret that the alarm and irritation
which prevail at Paris should have
induced the French Government to
order their fleet to sail for the waters
of Greece. But the position in which
the French Government stands, in
many respects, is different from that of
the British Government.'1'1 As soon as
he learned of this divergence of policy
between the two Governments, Nes-
selrode testified his rejoicing by writ-
ing as follows (26th March) to Baron
Brunow : —
" I hasten to acquaint your Excellency
with the sincere satisfaction with which
the Emperor has read our last despatches.
They inform us that the British Govern-
ment has not only approved of the re-
fusal of Admiral Dundas, . . . but has
come to the determination of leaving his
fleet at Malta, and of awaiting with con-
fidence the negotiations commenced by
Prince Menschikoff with the OttomanPorte,
and not complicating them by joining in
the hasty demonstration which the French
Government has thought fit to prescribe
to its squadron."
From these sentences, as well as
from the whole tenor of the despatches,
garbled as they are in the Blue Books,
it is clear that the Coalition Govern-
ment were assenting parties to the
mission of Menschikoff, and desired
that the Porte might feel compelled
to accede to the Russian proposals.
This is brought out still more clearly
as the despatch proceeds. Nesselrode
goes on to say : —
" Nothing would have been more to be
regretted than to see the two great mari-
time powers combining together, were it
but for the moment, and in appearance
rather than in fact, upon the Eastern
Question as it now stands, — [i. e., in re-
gard to Menschikoff 's terms, then under
discussion.] Although their views in this
respect differ IN REALITY toto codo, never-
theless, as the European public is by no
means competent to draw the distinction,
their ostensible identity would not have
failed to represent them under the aspect
of an intimate alliance.
" France acting alone, the measure is
attended with less inconvenience. The
Emperor accordingly attaches but little
importance to it, and his Majesty sees in
it no reason for changing Ms previous views
and intentions." [Observe well the reason
assigned by the Czar for adhering to his
ambitious projects.] " The attitude of Eng-
land will suffice to neutralise what, on the
part of the French or the Turks — if the
latter should feel encouraged by the pre-
sence of the French fleet — might embarrass
or retard loo long the favourable solution of
the question in dispute! "
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This needs no comment. Could the
charge against the late Ministry of
conniving with the Czar, and hence
occasioning the war, be more conclu-
sively established ? Well might Nes-
selrode add : " In this point of view
Lord Aberdeen appears to have fully
understood the beau role which Eng-
land had to play ; and we are happy
to congratulate him on it, — persuaded
beforehand of the impartiality he will
displays carrying it out" The Czar
was not deceived, — only the British
people !
Once more. Our readers can
hardly have forgotten the haughty and
insulting reply which the Russian
Government made to the French cir-
cular of 25th June 1853. In that re-
ply the conduct of both Britain and
France was alluded to ; but Count
Nesselrode at the same time wrote to
Baron Brunow (Aug. 13)), to " re-
quest Lord Clarendon, in perusing our
despatches, to have the goodness to
make a distinction, and not to apply
to his Cabinet what only refers to
France. We attach importance to
this," adds Nesselrode, " since the LATE
confidential overtures which Sir H.
Seymour has been instructed to make to
us." So, here were the Aberdeen Mi-
nistry making confidential overtures
favourable to Russia, and adverse to
France, of which not a whisper was
allowed to transpire ! But when we
turn to the published despatches to
Sir H. Seymour, to see what those
overtures were for which the Russian
Minister was so grateful, we find not
a single word of them ! Only an
extract of the important despatch is
printed, from which all allusion to
these overtures has been expunged.
By what light can we view the count-
less omissions and excisions in these
Blue Books now? And this system
of double-dealing towards France, as
we have seen, was continued in a most
striking manner, even in January
1854.
A Russian or a French alliance, and
the sacrifice of Turkey to attain the
former,— that, we repeat, has been
the question upon which the Aberdeen
Cabinet took one side, and Parliament
and the nation the other. To truckle
to Russia at all costs, was the policy
of the Peelites,— and to do it unknown
to the nation, was a shameful necessity
of their position which they readily
accepted. They have done so to the
lasting injury of Europe and their
country, and by their conduct have
shaken to its base the credit of the
British Constitution. Let us pause
for a moment in this tale of folly
and duplicity to point out the " an-
tiquated imbecility" of this Peelite
policy. Even throw out of account
our knowledge of the hereditary po-
licy and far-reaching ambition of the
Russian monarchs,— and yet who but
the judicially- blinded could fail to give
weight to this? Suppose them unambi-
tious and destitute of any fixed policy,
— what then? Even then the Russian
alliance is not the one we onght^to
cultivate. In formertimes each nation
looked upon its neighbour as its " na-
tural enemy," and Powers further off
as its natural allies. This was the
artificial policy by which Courts sought
to maintain themselves against one
another's encroachments. Each Court
was an isolated unit, looking after its
own interests. Whenever a Court was
seized with a fit of ambition, it was
its next neighbour that it fell foul of;
and this neighbour forthwith invoked
the aid of some third Power, whom it
was wont to assist against its natural
foe. Thus Scotland and France of
old were allies against England, and
England and the Netherlands against
France. Thus also, in more recent
times, France was the "natural ene-
my" of Great Britain, and Austria our
" natural ally,"— the latter helping us
against France, and we ready to help
her against Russia. But the growth of
democracy and the intercommunion of
nations, which commenced during the
last war, began to change these disposi-
tions, and to make foreign politics de-
pend more upon the sympathies of na-
tions than the intrigues of Courts. Of
late it has become evident that the poli-
tical system of Europe will henceforth
rest mainly upon the alliance of kin-
dred peoples and principles, and less
upon courtly artifice and matrimonial
alliances. Eace and Principles — kin-
ship of blood, and sympathy of opinion
— these, in nations as in individuals,
are the natural and only lasting bonds
of union ; and precisely as time rolls
on, and the nations become more
developed, will these ties become
more and more paramount, until all
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Europe arrange itself in its great
natural divisions. How absurd, then,
for a British Cabinet to cling to an
antiquated past, and endeavour to
galvanise an effete system into effi-
cacious existence! The conflict be-
tween the East and the West of
Europe, and between the principles of
Absolutism and Liberty which they re-
spectively represent, has commenced ;
— Courts and Peoples will array them-
selves in accordance with their feel-
ings upon these fundamental points ;
and the cordial union between Eng-
land and France must be the sheet-
anchor of the West in the strife.
War is a judgment upon the na-
tions; but if ever a war was clearly
traceable to individual agency, it is
the present one. When Europe and
our children, looking back upon a ge-
neration of agonies, shall ask, *' Who
were the immediate authors of our
troubles and sufferings?" they will
find no difficulty in at once bringing
home the charge to the true delin-
quents. The ambition of the Czars,
and the connivance of the British
Cabinet — that is the answer. But the
ambition of Russia is permanent and
of long standing. It is an heir-loom
in the house of Peter the Great. It
has been as living and watchful from
the commencement of the century as
it was in 1853. All it waited and
watched for was opportunity. Napo-
leon momentarily checked it by a
home-thrust in 1812; Aberdeen called
it forth anew in 1828 — kept it alive by
promises in 1844— and finally evoked
the demon again in 1853. Wary and
self-possessed to a degree, the late
Czar would never have ventured on
his scheme of ambition had he not had
reason to reckon upon the friendship
of the British Cabinet. He never meant
to involve his empire in war. Secure
in the friendship or connivance of Eng-
land and Austria, and consequently
checkmating France into quiescence,
he reckoned upon extorting from Tur-
key a right of Protectorate (that right
of which the Aberdeen Government at
first expressly approved), and then
lying quietly by until by his intrigues
he could rend that empire asunder, and
convert his protectorate into a suze-
rainty. When the lightning-storm is
brooding in the skies, he is a madman
who invites it down. But even so
acted the Aberdeen Cabinet. Russia's
ambition was abiding, but it was they
who, by evoking it, called forth this
dread assault upon civilisation, and
drew down the calamity of war upon
Europe. They will be remembered in
the history of Europe as the apostate
Count Julian is in the annals of Spain,
or the weak and traitorous Baliol
in those of Scotland. They have
drawn forth the storm of Slavonic
invasion, and the withering curse of
Slavonic absolutism, ere Liberty was
fully armed for the contest. As yet,
freedom and popular rights have esta-
blished themselves only on the western
outskirts of Europe. They are words
almost unknown beyond the sound of
the Atlantic's waves. Germany, Cen-
tral Europe, is still a region where the
people have no voice in their govern-
ment ; and their Courts lean to Russia
as their upholder and grand patron of
absolutism. Yet another generation,
and those slumbering populations of
Germans would have been awake and
erect to defend themselves ; and be-
hind a bulwark of three-score millions
of Teutons, Western Europe would
have been for ever safe against the
wildest efforts of Slavonic fanaticism.
But, thanks to thePeelites ofEngland,
no such time for growth and prepara-
tion was given, and liberty and civili-
sation are now involved in a struggle
which menaces them with tempo-
rary eclipse. Even to view the con-
duct of the Aberdeen Ministry in the
light which they choose, and to accept
their own version of the matter, in
what a miserable aspect does their
conduct appear! They allege that
they resolved from the first to reject
and oppose the designs announced by
Russia in January 1853. Well, then,
they must have known the perilous na-
ture of the struggle that loomed in the
distance; but did they make the least
preparation to check, encounter, or
repel it? Did they augment the mili-
tary and naval forces of the empire at
home, or strengthen our position by
new alliances abroad? Did they take
France into their confidence, or form
an indissoluble alliance for mutual
support with the Baltic Powers, which
are destined to be Russia's next vic-
tims? Did they enter into immediate
negotiations with Austria and Prussia,
and the German Courts, in order to
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nullify the notorious intrigues and in-
fluence of Russia, and win them, by a
display of energetic action, to the side
of justice and liberty? Not at all:
they did none of those things. Not a
gunboat was added to our fleet, not a
soldier to our army, not a militiaman
to our home-service. They said to the
Czar, " Come and walk over us ! "
They never even hoisted an opposition
flag. And if the German powers are
now favourable to Russia, is it not
very much owing to the fact that we
allowed Russia to bully and cajole
them uncounteracted ? — nay, that at
first our Government even set them
the example which they are now fol-
lowing ?
We have little heart to go through
the sickening details of last year's pro-
fitless warfare, delusive professions,
and imbecile diplomacy. But the story
of mingled duplicity and mismanage-
ment is now in little danger of being
forgotten. The brazen-faced confes-
sions of the Peelite chiefs have caused
an indignant people to re-scan every
point in the twelvemonth's progress.
Lord Aberdeen repeatedly stated, that
now that war was declared, he would
prosecute it with the utmost ener-
gy ; and so, in echo, said Gladstone,
Graham, Newcastle, and Herbert. Yet
now we know, from their own profes-
sions, as well as from the actual facts,
that such was not their purpose ; that,
like that prince of courtly knaves,
Talleyrand, they made use of language
but to conceal their thoughts, — and
that all their lengthy and fluent
harangues were designed mainly to
fling dust in the eyes of the suspecting
nation and its representatives. The
nation now knows from their own lips
that they never meant to " humble "
Russia; and again and again they dis-
couraged every Continental power
from joining us, by pledging them-
selves to " preserve the integrity " of
their enemy's dominions. A strange
way this of making war ! We warned
off Sweden from our alliance, by re-
fusing beforehand to let her have back
Finland, or a single inch of the terri-
tory of which Russia had robbed her.
By a similar pledge we kept down the
Poles, and let the Czar convert their
country at his ease into a salient bas-
tion, from which he can overawe the
deliberations of the German Powers.
In like manner, also, we discouraged
the brave mountaineers of the Cauca-
sus from energetic action ; — for what
had they to fight for if the integrity
of Russia was to be preserved, and
not an inch of her plunder allowed to
find its way back to its rightful own-
ers ? It was impossible to conceive a
more ingenious plan for keeping down
all hostility to Russia than that adopt-
ed by the Aberdeen Ministry. They
smoothly called it " circumscribing
the war : " in point of fact, it was per-
petuating the war by circumscribing
our Alliances. But it was no er-
ror, no mistake ; — it was precisely
what they desired. Even after war
was declared, their single thought
was, — " Keep things quiet, and all
will yet go well. If we cannot
now give Russia her coveted Pro-
tectorate, we can at least contrive to
let her have terms that will content
her. But, above all things, do not
irritate, do not humble her ; and do
not swell the war by inviting other
nations to join us against her."
Such was the fatal policy of the
statesmen to whom Great Britain had
in evil hour confided the.conduct of the
war. Their whole proceedings tallied
with their secret designs. The Expe-
dition to the East was meant as an
idle parade,— to gull the people, and go
no further than Malta. When put on
their defence at the opening of Parlia-
ment in January last year, Lord Aber-
deen declared that the reason why he
did not hold the invasion of the Prin-
cipalities a casus belli was, that the Rus-
sians in that case being in such force,
would have marched straight upon
Constantinople before the Turks or
we were ready to oppose them ; while
Lord Clarendon, on the other hand,
alleged that the reason was, that
the Russian forces were so few that
they furnished no cause for appre-
hending that the peace of Europe
would be disturbed ! To such pitiful
contradictions and transparent sub-
terfuges does duplicity reduce its
votaries. Both statements were un-
true. The Government did not de-
sign at first to oppose ^Russia or be-
friend Turkey. We know this from
the Blue Books; — from the fact
that no preparations for war were*
made after the Pruth was crossed, al-
though Lord Aberdeen alleged the
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want of preparation as his excuse for
not interposing at the outset ; — from
the fact that the fleet was forbidden
to give the slightest countenance or
support to the Ottomans ; — and final-
ly, that, even after war was declared,
war was still not purposed by the Ca-
binet. They never took a hostile step
until it was forced upon them by public
opinion; and, consequently, every
step was taken unprepared. Even
when the Expedition reached Varna,
it had neither cavalry nor artillery
wherewith to take the field ; and so
total was the want of the means of
transport, that when the fall of Silis-
tria was imminent, the British army
could not have made a single day's
march to its relief. And when Silis-
tria (thanks to the gallantry of the
Ottomans, assisted by Butler and
Nasmyth) foiled its besiegers, what
happened? Up rose Lord John
Eussell in the House of Commons in
July, and gave ample warning to the
Czar that Sebastopol was to be attack-
ed, and must be destroyed! Manifestly
{and as we now know was the fact)
the undertaking of so hostile a move-
ment against the Czar was then still
in dubio; for Mr Gladstone thereupon
was seen earnestly gesticulating with
Lord John ; — and it is no want of cha-
rity towards the subtle Peelite to infer
that it was not so much the warning
given to the Czar that he regretted, as
the commitment of the Ministry to so
bold and anti- Russian a line of action.
However, the country and the French
Emperor insisted upon the enterprise
being undertaken, — and undertaken it
was. But how ? According to Lord
John Russell's subsequent confession,
it was undertaken merely " in order to
satisfy public sentiment." It was
forced upon a Cabinet that was think-
ing only of peace ; and, like every
other step in the war, was made with-
out preparation, — to use Mr S. Her-
bert's phrase, " by discounting the
future ! " The responsibility of the
enterprise, as appears from the Re-
port of the Sebastopol Committee,
rests wholly with the Ministry, — the
generals being disinclined to attempt
it with the inadequate means at their
disposal, and not less inadequate in-
formation to guide them.* The army
had to winter in the Crimea, and again
the preparations for this easily-fore-
seen contingency were made too late.
They have since confessed that it was
not till after the bloody battle of Inker-
mann that the idea occurred to them;
and we know with what disasters to
our army, and detriment to the for-
tunes alike of the campaign and of
our diplomacy, this criminal neglect
of the war by the Russianised Cabinet
was attended. One victory in the
Crimea was worth a hundred protocols.
Napoleon ever made his diplomacy
wait upon his arms ; the late Cabinet,
reversing the process, kept our gene-
rals waiting on our diplomatists. " Too
late "as has been well said, is the motto
which characterises their whole pro-
ceedings. And we now know " the rea-
son why." They had secretly resolved
not to prosecute the war against Rus-
sia,— not to " humble" her, not to hurt
her; and as the voice of an aroused and
indignant nation compelled them, bit
by bit, to go forward, they found them-
selves forced to add mismanagement
to duplicity, and embark the empire in
enterprises for which they had made
no preparation.
Not even with the Aberdeen Cabi-
net did treachery expire. The Czar's
" old friend," indeed, and the incom-
petent Duke of Newcastle were cash-
iered; but three other Peelites rein-
stalled themselves in office. And what
terms did they exact as the price of
their adhesion? LordPalmerston, after
forty years of official life, at length
saw the tempting prize of the Premier-
ship within his reach. The object of
every statesman's proudest ambition
glittered before him. But he was
without a party, without a following :
* Lord Raglan, in his despatch of the 19th of July, said :— " The descent on the
Crimea is decided upon more in deference to the views of the British Government
than to any information in the possession of the naval and military authorities, either
as to the extent of the enemy's forces or to their state of preparation." And the
Sebastopol Inquiry Committee explicitly state, that " the responsibility of the ex-
pedition rests upon the Home Government." As to the want of preparation and
litter mismanagement which characterised the expedition, as well as the fearful
results of these Ministerial blunders, we need say nothing, as they are fully set forth
in the Committee's Report.
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he was in absolute need of co-opera-
tion,— with what pledges did he pur-
chase it? When Mr Otway, a fort-
night ago, rose to ask this question,
the Speaker, on the intercession of Mi-
Gladstone, had to interpose, as the
very nature of the question involved
a charge of treason. Why the Speaker
should have thus decided, when the
facts, whether treason or not, were
known to be true, passes ordinary
comprehension. Did the Peelites,
asked Mr Otway, stipulate with Lord
Palmerston, as the price of their ad-
hesion, that he would conclude peace
on terms " favourable to Russia ? " It
there be meaning in words, they cer-
tainly did so. Doubtless they them-
selves think the terms no more than
Eussia is entitled to,— but Parliament
and the nation think differently, hold-
ing them neither honourable nor safe.
Sir J. Graham, in accounting for his
hasty secession from the present Mi-
nistry said, (23d February) :—
" It may be said to me, — How came
you to accept office under the noble lord,
the member for Tiverton, if these were
your impressions with respect to this
Committee ? ( ' Hear, hear,' from the
Opposition). I wish to state the case
with perfect frankness and fairness. I
was confined to my bed, and certainly
not in a condition to carry on a protracted
correspondence or to make many inquiries.
But there was one difficulty which with
me was cardinal, and required explana-
tion. I wished to know from my noble
friend whether there was to be any change
in the foreign policy of Lord Aberdeen's
Government ; and whether, with reference
to the negotiations now pending at Vienna,
there was to be any alteration with regard
to the terms which would be consistent,
in our opinion, with a safe and honourable
peace. I made no further difficulty, in-
stituted no inquiry whatever on any Other
points, but frankly said—' Being satisfied
on this point, I will do my very best to
support and sustain your Government.' "
Mr Gladstone states that he did not
put any questions u with reference to
the anticipated conditions of treaty
with Russia," because "he was not
aware that any difference of opinion
existed between us as to those con-
ditions, or that any such difficulty
would arise." And on the occasion
in question, he showed his real lean-
ings by eulogising the " ancient friend"
of the Czar as " one who, not so much
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on account of the high office he has
filled, as of his elevated and admirable
character, will leave a name that will
be enshrined in the grateful recollec-
tion of his country." Mutual eulogy
is one of the strong points of the
Peelites. When Mr S. Herbert is on
his defence, he sets himself to adulate
Sir James Graham ; when Mr Glad-
stone is " explaining " himself, he pro-
nounces encomiums on Lord Aberdeen.
In the present fallen condition of these
gentlemen, it must be allowed that
this mutual puffing is by no means
unnecessary. Mr S. Herbert, on the
occasion, said nothing about the Pre-
mier's pledges, contenting himself with
denouncing, and predicting all man-
ner of mischief from the .Committee
of Inquiry into past misdoings, which
the House had almost unanimously
voted. Now, if the Peelites had been
so completely satisfied as to the Pre-
mier's plans of war-policy, — the point
which they alone thought worthy of
inquiry into, — it of course followed
that they would still give their hearty
support to the Government; but all
of them ended their speeches by omin-
ously " hoping" and u trusting" that
it would still be in their power to
continue their support. Lord Pal-
merston's speech still more clearly
shows, that the Peelite secession was
occasioned by something more than
his natural and inevitable assent to
the vote for inquiry; for the latter
and most important half of his speech
was a spirited allusion to his purposed
war-policy, and to a repudiation of
the Peelite principle of " peace at any
price." The gist of his remarks may
be gathered from the following sen-
tences : —
" We are as anxious as any man can
be to be able, upon terms consistent with
the future safety of Europe, consistent
with the attainment of those objects for
which the war was begun, to put an end
to the war by an honourable treaty of
peace ; but if, through an over-desire for
peace, we were to conclude what would
be more properly described as a hollow
and insincere truce — if we were to con-
sent to terms which would lead to the
same kind of danger by which we have
been driven into the arduous struggle in
which we are now engaged — if we were
to agree to terms which would leave that
danger in all its former amplitude, instead
of deserving the confidence of the coun-
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try, we should, I think, deserve its cen-
sure— (hear, hear) — we should have be-
trayed the trust reposed in us, and, for
the sake of achieving a temporary peace,
we should have laid the foundation of
great future calamities."
Lord Palraerston, it is plain, had
begun to waver in his views. The
nation, by a hearty and confiding
call, had summoned him to the helm
of affairs. The long- coveted Premier-
ship was now his ; and he was natur-
ally reluctant to forfeit the flattering
confidence of the nation, or dishonour
the noble post to which late in life
he had succeeded. Hitherto— it was
charitably thought, — shelved in the
Home Office, and conscious of his
individual weakness, love of office
had induced him to acquiesce in a
policy which was opposed to his con-
viction. Now he was his own mas-
ter,— he was the leader of the nation,
— was it not natural that he should
wish to lead that nation as a free and
stout-hearted people should be led?
But the shackles of a past policy
and past pledges hung round him.
For two years he had dallied with
perfidy and acquiesced in pusillani-
mity,— how could he rise up pure and
bold-hearted in a moment ? A man of
activity, he was never a man of nerve.
Unlike Canning, his foreign Liberalism
was a sentiment rather than a policy —
a leaning rather than a line of action.
And hence, in 1831, he threw away
the fairest opportunity Europe ever
had of paralysing the Colossus of the
North. Owing his long tenure of
office to tact and flexibility, rather
than to might of mind, he had no fixed
principles, and hence no party. He
preferred the securing of office to the
formation of a following — " the end
to the means!" — and hence, in circum-
stances when other statesmen would
have indignantly fled from a Cabinet,
and rallied a party by the magic
breath of principles, Palmerston was
helpless. Tact had made him influen-
tial in the company of others, but it
had rendered him fearful of standing
alone. But stand alone he at last did.
The Peelites, sniffing his new views,
and probably reckoning on nipping in
the bud his nascent anti-Russianism,
seceded on the plea of the Sebastopol
Inquiry. Their game was within an
ace of succeeding. On his circuitous
road to Vienna, as envoy for the Peel-
ite-Palmerston Cabinet, Lord John
Russell had telegraphed, a la Aberdeen,
"Lemotdordrec'estlapaix;" and even
after the secession of the Russian party
from the Cabinet, the tottering Pre-
mier, unwilling to lose his proud and
late won position, still trafficked with
them, — until Mr Disraeli did him and
the country an inestimable service by
bringing the connection abruptly, but
not an instant too soon, to a close.
The noble reply which the Conserva-
tive leader made to Lord John Rus-
sell, when the blundering plenipoten-
tiary alleged that the charge brought
against him by Mr Disraeli had " de-
graded the debate," was in truth at
that moment applicable to the whole
Ministry,—" At least I have taken
care that the noble lord shall not de-
grade England ! "
Palmerston acquiesced in, but cer-
tainly was not an originator of, the
philo-Russianism of the Coalition Go-
vernment. His whole antecedents
forbid the idea. Aberdeen, the Czar's
" old friend," the enemy of the
Turks in 1828, and a concoctor of
the Memorandum of 1844, was evi-
dently facile princeps in the bad busi-
ness. Lord John Russell, the anti-
Gallican of December 1851, and the
fulsome eulogist of the Czar and
commender of his policy in February
1853, was another author of England's
shame and Europe's dilemma. Sir
James Graham and Sir C. Wood,
whose antipathy to the French Em-
peror was so great that they could not
resist vilifying him with Ministerial
lips on the public hustings, were noto-
riously two others of this coterie.
Sidney Herbert, nephew of Count
Woronzoff, and Mr Gladstone, may
not have been originators of the philo-
Russian plot, but their conduct as
Ministers, and their recent confes-
sions, show how heartily, and how
nearly fatally for their country, they
joined in it when once set on foot.
The whole two years' conduct of these
Ministers is a frightful comment upon
the accuracy of Lord Ponsonby's
saying in 1834, " I have no fear
of Russian arms, but I have a dread
of British diplomacy I " — as well as
of Sir John M'Neill's words, utter-
ed a year afterwards, " Russia has
found in the statesmen and cabinets
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of Europe the tools with which to
work."
The country must be done with
these men. Better to have the
merest tyros for Ministers than states-
men who make use of their influence
and long official experience only the
more effectually to blind and mis-
lead us. To lose them will be a
great gain. Permanently and for
ever to banish them from the councils
of the nation, will only be to vindi-
cate the honour of our country, re-
move false guides from power, and
eliminateapoisonfromtheConstitution
which has already shaken its strength.
Read the Sebastopol Report, meek-
toned as it is, and learn what gigantic
blunderers these vaunted Red-tapists
are. Conniving at first with our power-
ful enemy abroad, they have subse-
quently paralysed,by their mismanage-
ment and neglect, the best efforts of the
nation at home. Every branch of the
administrative service was a congeries
of blunders. Army, Militia, Ordnance,
Commissariat, Forage, Land - trans-
port, Sea- transport, Medical Depart-
ment, Stores, Ambulance Corps, and
Hospital Service — in each of them ne-
glect and incapacity ran riot. And
what is said of one, the Ordnance Of-
fice, may be said of all— namely, that
"it strikingly exemplifies the disor-
dered state into which a department
may fall when there is no able hand to
guide it." Add all this terrible mis-
management to the duplicity and
ruinous policy of the late Cabinet,
and there accumulates upon them a
weight of censure such as never yet
overtook a British Ministry. Reputa-
tions ten times greater than theirs
would be extinguished by it. The
only shelter they need look for from a
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nation's scorn is — oblivion. Ejected
by an indignant country, Lord Aber-
deen may now meditate in old age and
retirement upon the consequences of
the policy which he pursued when in
office. The Duke of Newcastle has
fallen with him, — a victim of his posi-
tion as much as of his incapacity.
Graham, Gladstone, Herbert, are now
likewise driven from a leadership of
which they have proved themselves
unworthy. The first-named of these,
and the only really able administra-
tor of the party, has damaged him-
self morally as well as politically. A
man of frequent changes and virulent
inconsistencies, his influence as a
guide is weak, because his views are
ever fluctuating. He is a special
pleader, rather than an independent
thinker, — a clever administrator
rather than a statesman. Unscrupu-
lous as a politician, he will adopt any
course or hazard any statement that
promises to give him a momentary
advantage. He sticks at nothing.
With perfect sang-froid he opens Mr
Duncombe's private letters at the Post
Office. With unscrupulous adroit-
ness he perverts Admiral Napier's
official despatches, and turns his pri-
vate letters into public ones, while
preventing the Admiral doing the
same, on the plea of the public good.*
With wicked effrontery he endea-
voured to throw the blame of Captain
Christie's delirium and death upon
Mr Layard, — boldly averring that
though he himself had ordered the
court-martial to be held on that
officer, he had done so in consequence
of Mr Layard's charges against the
Captain in the House of Commons.
And yet Sir James had afterwards to
confess that he had ordered the court-
* In a recent letter to a London journal, the Admiral, while repeating his charge
against Sir James for perverting his letters, accuses him also of delaying the requi-
site preparations for this year's campaign in the Baltic. He says : — " You ask
why our squadron in the Baltic, which did nothing to signify last year, is likely to do
nothing this ? The question is easily answered, — viz., because Sir James Graham did
not attend to the plans I sent him last June, and which he pretended to know nothing
about ; and because the Admiralty did not attend to the plans I sent them last Sep-
tember. Had Admiral Dundas been furnished with the appliances I pointed out,
Sweaborg might have been bombarded, and probably destroyed. . . . My time
will come, and before long, when I shall be able to expose all Sir James Graham's con-
duct to me. ... I have accused him of perverting my letters, which I am prevented
from proving, by the pretence that the publication would afford information to the
enemy. That pretence will soon cease, and the country shall know what means the
right hon. Baronet used to induce Admiral Berkeley and Admiral Richards to sign
instructions which, if carried out, would have lost the Queen's fleet."
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martial before Mr Layard had uttered
a single word of accusation ! Now, a
man may forget a fact, but he cannot
make a mistake as to the motive
which induced him to give an import-
ant order only a few weeks before.
Anything more wicked and shameless
in a public man, we do not remember.
Sir James is notorious for being a
matchless advocate of a bad case ;
but his recent conduct suggests the
thought; whether he is not more suit-
ably qualified for the management of
44 bad cases " at the Old Bailey than for
the conduct of public business in the
House of Commons.
Amiable in private life, but viciously
given to casuistry, and often the
sport of a crotchety sentimentalism
which is no more religion than an
ignis fatuus is the sun, Mr Glad-
stone, and in a lesser degree Mr S.
Herbert, might disarm censure were
public duty no weightier matter than
private deportment. But when the
former of these gentlemen seeks to
cover official duplicity and want of
patriotism by an appeal to religion,
and to defend his Russianism on the
ground of humanity, there is some-
thing in the proceeding as revolting
to moral as it is insulting to common
sense. Who were the authors of
this war but himself and the Cabinet
to which he belonged ? Who invited
its approach, — who did not check its
outset, — who aggravated its horrors,
but he and his late colleagues ? Mr
Gladstone was shocked at the 240,000
soldiers lost to the Czar, — has he no
sympathy but for the Russians ? Are
the butchers of Inkermann and the
murderers of Hango such choice ob-
jects of compassion for an English-
man? Mr Gladstone gave us not
tears, but denials, when the tales of
our own army's sufferings came thick
and fast from the East. Good in-
tentions ! — it is well ; but that does
not suffice for men who have to act
for an empire. We do not imagine
that the Aberdeen Cabinet preferred
the interests of the Czar to those of
their country, — we do not conceive
that they wilfully compromised the
safety, though they knowingly com-
promised the honour, of England.
Yet they actually did all these things.
They invited the Cossacks into Eu-
rope. They have involved civilisa-
[July,
tion in a dilemma, and liberty in a
death-struggle. At the same time,
they have kept England unarmed, un-
warned, and with no allies save such
as forced themselves upon us in our
Government's despite. And to all
this they have added a career of dupli-
city towards the nation which deepens
their folly and mismanagement into
a criminality which we care not to
define. 44 Conscience," said John
Knox to Queen Mary, 44 requires
knowledge ; " and before it be sought
to palliate the misconduct of the
late Cabinet by the plea of good
intentions, it will be well first to tell
us what offenders against the com-
monwealth have ever been otherwise
actuated. Did Harley and Boling-
broke think the country would be
injured by a return of the old dynasty
for whose cause they intrigued ? Did
the leaders of the Rebellion of 1745
design their country's injury? Did
Bloody Mary and her coadjutors think
they were committing foul tyranny
when they took to burning her Pro-
testant subjects? Certainly not.
Each and all, and a hundred-fold
more instances might be given to
show that men quite as able and
well-intentioned as the late Ministers
have yet, for injury done to the com-
monwealth, been punished by their
generation or branded by posterity.
A Minister now need have no fear
of Tower Hill or Tower prison. Even
traitors caught in arms we send to
pleasant quarters in Bermuda, until
we release them. But we must have
no more dishonesty and Russianism
at head-quarters. The country, in
raising these men to the Government,
placed them as it were on a high
tower, to descry danger from afar,
and to warn us and arm us betimes
to repel it. Yet they have notably
abused their post. Unknown to us
mortals in the lower world, they
showed friendly colours to the foe ; —
with the enemy's battalions full in
view, they yet called down, 4' Peace,
Peace !" — they hindered preparation,
— they sent forth our army too weak
and untended to the battle; — and
even now that the fight is raging
all around us, they counsel us to lay
down our arms, break from our allies,
and open the gates to the foe !
And why is it that the Peelite chiefs
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now make their u confessions ? " Why
do they now, casting off their disguises,
denounce a contest which they evoked,
and a war which they themselves de-
clared? We need hardly say it is from
no excess of honesty. These men are
wily calculators,though they sometimes
outwit themselves. It is because they
now begin to feel the dilemma in which
their frustrated policy has placed us.
They have steered the ship aground,
and now run off at the sight of the
breakers. They staked all upon pre-
serving peace wilh Russia. It was
their very sycophancy to that Power
that tempted it to commence its ag-
gressions. It was their tenderness
towards Russia that made them spoil
a campaign, and that kept off from us
allies. It was the favourable terms
they offered her that at length occa-
sioned their ejection from office. And
now — their policy notably a failure —
peace impossible, but the wasted past
unredeemable, — they see the perils in
which their two years of folly and du-
plicity have involved the empire, and
lift up their deceitful voices to protest
against the continuance of a war for
which they are responsible, and
which threatens to be calamitous.
The rumour of dissensions in the
Cabinet as to whether or not the Na-
tionalities should be appealed to,
shows the increasing embarrassment
of our rulers — the now-felt dilemma
which the Premier has inherited from
his two years' acquiescence in the
policy of the Peelites. When the
danger culminates, then let the nation
remember with whom it originated.
When we reap the whirlwind, let
them remember who raised the storm.
Let them remember who sowed the
seeds, who tended and watered them,
until the grain of strife grew up into
a tree that may yet cover the face of
Europe as with the deadly shade of
the Upas. The present cry of the
Peelites is but a sham, — their confes-
sions are but a cloak to fresh dishonesty.
They recoil from the demon which
they have raised — from the danger
which they have created. That is all.
They know that the nation cannot go
back, — that the war in its present stage '
must proceed. Their whole proceed-
ings are just a cunning precaution
against the eventualities of the future.
They fear lest a time will come when
the country, roused by fresh instances
of the fatal character of their policy,
will break out against them as the
authors of the war, and the spoilers of
its success ; and they now wish to ob-
tain ground for say ing hereafter, — "Ah,
but then we warned you against the
war afterwards, and would have
stopped it had you let us." Yes ; but
stopped it how? By humbling Eng-
land's honour, as they have already
lowered her reputation. By alienat-
ing and mortally offending France,
without whose alliance we are now
helpless on the Continent. By alienat-
ing and sacrificing Turkey ; and in
fine, by handing over Europe to the
spear of the Cossack, and the thral-
dom of Russian absolutism. These
are now the professed objects of the
Peelites. Away with them ! Never
more let them touch helm or sail of
the State. They have brought Eng-
land to the edge of the reefs, and they
have shaken the good ship to its keel.
Let us have no more such pilots. A
good name is now degraded, — and
Peelism is Russianism.
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[July,
ADMINISTRATIVE REFORM — THE CIVIL SERVICE.
THOUGH war is in itself a great and
grievous calamity, it by no means fol-
lows as a necessary consequence that
its effects may not be, in various ways,
beneficial to the nation which has been
compelled in a just cause to draw
the sword. Forty years of unbroken
peace, and of general commercial
prosperity, had led many amongst us
to entertain the delusive idea that
warfare had become a mere phantom
of the past, and that its recurrence
could not take place in the face of
advancing civilisation, and the rapidly
increasing intercommunion of the na-
tions, which the appliances of art and
science have so prodigiously accelerat-
ed. ' It was proclaimed as a doctrine,
at home and abroad, that mankind
were created for no higher functions
than to buy and sell — to produce and
to barter — and it was gravely and
seriously asserted that war, upon a
great scale, was impossible in Europe,
because no nation would submit to
the necessary interruption of its mar-
kets. Even now there are in the
House of Commons and elsewhere,
men who do not hesitate to avow their
adherence to the principle of that doc-
trine— men who are not ashamed to
admit that they set less value upon the
honour and character of their country,
than upon the results of the annual
commercial balance-sheet. By such
men the caponisms of Mr Gladstone
and his confederates are received with
exceeding joy ; and they confidently
expect, and do not hesitate to avow
their belief, that the British people
will very soon be clamorous for peace
— not because the objects of the war
have been attained, but because they
will be disgusted with the pecuniary
cost, and restive under the interrup-
tion of their commerce.
A very short period has gone by
since the Peace Society began a
formidable crusade against arma-
ments; and had the members of it
been allowed to take their own way,
we should have been found, at the
outbreak of the Russian war, with-
out an army, a navy, or anything
approaching to the adequate means
even for national defence. Nor was
the long continuance of peace favour-
able, in so far as the internal arrange-
ments of government were concerned.
We find, almost invariably, that it is
in time of war, trouble, or danger,
that intellect, ability, and public vir-
tue are exhibited in their most re-
markable phase. With us in Britain,
especially of late years, statesman-
ship has almost ceased to exist. Un-
der the rule of the Whigs it has come
to this, that party supremacy, not the
public good, is the main object of
ambition ; and, in order to secure
that supremacy, there has been such
an abuse of patronage, and such a de-
parture from rectitude, honour, and
duty, as may well give colour, to the
assertion that the public affairs of
Great Britain are worse administered
than those of any other country in the
world.
Let us ask our Liberal friends who
are old enough to recollect the period
when the Reform Bill was passed,
whether that measure was not hailed
by the great majority of the people
as a guarantee for wise, efficient,
and economical government for the
.future — and let us ask them also
whether their anticipations have been
fulfilled? We put these questions,
not by way of taunt at what really
was a reasonable expectation, but
simply for the purpose of urging upon
the clear-sighted and intelligent peo-
ple of this country the necessity of
weighing and considering the subject
well before committing themselves to
the views of rash or designing agita-
tors.
We have heard a great deal lately
about the evil effects of class-govern-
ment ; and the undoubted and noto-
rious tendency of the Whigs to mono-
polise, for one or two favoured
families, the whole of the leading
offices of the State, has been expanded
into a general charge against the whole
aristocracy of Britain. It has been
said that the right men are not select-
ed for the right places— that talent
which might have been most valuable
to the country in a crisis like the pre-
sent, has been overlooked, while me-
diocrity and dulness have been promot-
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ed — that the interests of the public, in
the great majority of cases, have been
sacrificed to nepotism and connection
— and that there is an utter lack of that
energy, alacrity, and power which the
heads of every government ought to
communicate to theirsubordinates. All
this, if granted — though it will be stout-
ly denied by some — is not a charge
against the aristocracy, using that
word either in its most extended or
in its most restricted sense, nor does
it convey any reflection upon the con-
stitutional doctrine and practice that
the Crown is entitled to the selection
of its own advisers. It is simply the
repetition of a cry which has been
raised from time to time during the
last twenty-five years, and always
directed against the Whigs, whose
consistency, if not unimpeachable in
other respects, has been at least amply
shown in their adherence to the prin-
ciple of a strict ruling oligarchy. The
Whig Cabinet of which Lord Grey was
the head, and which was formed on
21st Nov. 1830, consisted of fifteen
members, thirteen of whom were peers
or sons of peers, one a baronet, and
only one a commoner. The like ex-
clusiveness has been exhibited by that
party ever since, and is not at the
present moment more glaringly or
offensively marked than it has been
before ; and the means of checking
such an abuse of power, if the inva-
riable Whig arrangements can be
branded as such, have been all that
while within the reach of the House
of Commons. It will hardly, we
think, be maintained that the majority
of that Rouse represents the aristo-
cratic classes, and yet it is by the
votes of that majority, claiming to be
liberal, that the Whigs have been
maintained in office. If, therefore,
Lord John Russell or Lord Palmerston
have been or are to blame for too ex-
clusive arrangements in the constitu-
tion of their Cabinets, let the charge
be preferred against them, not against
the. aristocracy. And let those who
make such a charge, whether they are
members of Parliament, or merely
liberal electors, recollect that it is in
consequence of their support that the
Whigs have been enabled, for nearly
a quarter of a century, to rule this
country by means of an oligarchy,
never conspicuous either for personal
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attainments or for administrative
ability.
So much for the outcry regarding
the constitution of the Ministry. We
certainly do not think that at present
we have a good or efficient Ministry,
and we have stated fully our grounds
for entertaining that opinion in the
last number of the Magazine. We
throw aside all ordinary political
considerations, even those relating to
finance and home legislation ; and
we now again warn the people of this
country, who are so hot upon the
scent of administrative reform, that
they are neglecting their own duty as
much as the Ministry are neglecting
theirs, by not insisting, as the first
and indispensable requisite at the
present most serious time, that the
militia throughout the United King-
dom shall be thoroughly raised, or-
ganised, and rendered effective as an
immediate means of reinforcement to
the small but most gallant army
which we have sent to the Crimea,
and which at present constitutes near-
ly the whole of the disciplined force
of Britain. God forbid that we
should predict disaster ; but, after all
that we have seen, and all the expe-
rience we have had of this contest, it
appears to us that we must, in com-
mon prudence, prepare ourselves to
meet losses of a very severe nature ;
and we maintain that no adequate
steps have yet been taken on the part
of Government for enabling us to sup-
ply such losses, or to maintain posses-
sion of the field on which we have
gained a footing at so great yet glori-
ous a cost. We say, that as regards
the development of the military spirit
of the country, and the raising of men
among ourselves to fight our battles
and to maintain our national renown,
the present Ministry, with Lord Pal-
merston at their head, have shown
themselves sluggards and imbeciles ;
and we cannot shut our eyes, though
many well-meaning politicians seem
to have drawn a shade over theirs, to
the immediate danger which threatens
us from the want of adequate exer-
tion, and from the necessary conse-
quences of ministerial apathy and
confusion.
We ought perhaps to apologise for
this last discursive paragraph, which
is rather away from the matter under
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discussion; but we feel so strongly
the exigencies of the times — and are
so entirely convinced that the present
Ministry have been neglecting, under
the pretence of reforming the Ordnance
departments, and suchlike secondary
matters, the grand point of raising an
effective reserve and reinforcement
for the regular army — that we not
only think ourselves justified in re-
peating our views, but would feel en-
titled to introduce them in an article
bearing less directly than the present
does upon the question of the public
service. Let us now return to the
point more immediately claiming our
attention.
Our main objections to the Palmer-
stou Ministry, whether well founded or
not, which is, after all, but matter of
opinion, have not reference to its ex-
clusiveness. The dominant majority
of the electoral body of Great Britain
has been contented to put up with
that, and to sanction it, for the best
part of five- and- twenty years; and
for what they have done and acquiesced
in, the aristocracy surely are not re-
sponsible. Of all men living, Lord
John Russell is most obnoxious to the
charge of having narrowed the sphere
of government into the small circle of
Whig families ; and yet that same
Lord John Russell has been for a long
time the chosen member of the city of
London, and the representative in Par-
liament of the very men who are now
exclaiming against exclusive govern-
ment 1 If these gentlemen will pet up
and support the Whigs upon every
important occasion— if they think it
right to select as their representative
the individual who is the very incar-
nation of Whig oligarchy and ex-^
clusiveness — is it not an extraordi-
nary instance of assurance to find
them coming forward at public meet-
ings to denounce the system of which
their member has been, beyond all
question, the leading advocate and in-
stigator? We entirely agree with them
in opinion that the invariable Whigme-
thod of constructing ministries is bad
in practice, and injurious to the in-
terests of the country ; but we do not
agree with them, that the means of
remedying that evil are to be found
in popular agitation. Dissect the
House of Commons as you will, and
poll man by man of it, it is not an
aristocratic assemblage. It represents,
in its great preponderance, the mid-
dle classes — precisely those which the
administrative reformers also claim
to represent — and by the votes of that
House every ministry must stand or
fall. Well, then, the Whigs may say,
if your Liberal House supports an
oligarchical Ministry, where is your
ground of complaint ? You first de-
mand a representation on a basis
broad enough to insure the supremacy
of the middle classes, and you get it.
You take part with the Whigs — make
them by your votes and support the
actual rulers of the country — and
then, not suddenly, but after five-and-
twenty years' experience, you choose
to raise a clamour that they are too
exclusive in their ministerial arrange-
ments, and that, in fact, they have
jobbed the whole of the public service.
Now we are bound to say that in
this the Whigs have the best of the
argument as against the admini-
strative reformers, who, if they mean
anything, are aiming at some organic
change, in the principle which regu-
lates the formation of all ministries.
We heartily agree in the view ex-
pressed by Sir E. B. Lytton : "To
judge by the language out of doors,
it is not meant to clear away the
obstacles that beset the career of a
clerk in a public office. No, it is
meant to make the Queen's Govern-
ment, make the Ministers of the na-
tion, independent of the influences of
party, — in other words, of the opinions
of Parliament. Why, sir, if it is meant
that the Crown is to appoint to the
higher offices, free from the influences
of party, from the opinions of Parlia-
ment, the Crown would become as
absolute as it was in the time of the
Tudors; and if these agitators against
Parliament say, 4 Oh no, we do not
mean that ; we mean that the people
are to dictate to the Crown, accord-
ing to their ideas of merit, who are
to be the Ministers of State, through
other channels than parliamentary
parties — through patriotic associations,
and audiences accustomed plausu
gaudere theatri, — I tell them that
they root out the durable institutions
of liberty for the deadly and worth-
less ephemeral offspring of Jacobin
clubs. But if they say, * Oh no — we
mean neither one nor the other,'
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what do they mean— they who are
attacking Parliament — except to bring
Parliament into contempt, and to trust
the choice of a substitute to the lottery
of revolutions ? " Undoubtedly the
arrangements of a ministry may be
most objectionable, and the conduct
of the affairs of the State may be
placed in incompetent hands. But
for that exigency there is a constitu-
tional remedy provided. The same
power which, in the earlier part of
this very year, expelled Lord Aber-
deen from office, may be exerted to
expel Lord Palmerston ; and if from
the language held by the administra-
tive reformers we could form the con-
clusion that their efforts were simply
directed towards the displacement of
a ministry in which they reposed no
confidence, no one, even though he
disapproved of their object, could on
principle challenge their proceedings
as dangerous to the constitution of the
country.
We have thought it necessary to
make these preliminary observations,
because there is at present a great
deal of confusion in the public mind
with regard to the various topics
which have been dwelt upon by the
administrative reformers. We must
say that we cannot give these gentle-
men, or at least all of them, credit
for entire honesty of purpose in their
very sweeping and wholesale attacks.
They denounce not only patronage,
but also by implication the preroga-
tive of the Crown. Let it be granted
that Lord Palmerston, who accepted
from her Majesty the task of forming
an Administration, has not performed
it with discretion, or constructed it on
a sufficiently wide basis — that may be
an excellent justification of a Parlia-
mentary vote of censure or want of
confidence against Lord Palmerston
and his colleagues ; but it affords no
reason for altering the whole frame-
work of the Government. It is un-
questionably the right of the Crown
to nominate the whole number of its
Ministers, of which the Cabinet is only
a section. It is from and after this
point that patronage properly com-
mences. To deny a Prime Minister
who has undertaken the duty of con-
structing not a Cabinet but a Minis-
try, the right of selecting his colleagues,
is about the most insane proposition
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that was ever hazarded. Possibly
Mr Lindsay may be more fit than Sir
Charles Wood to discharge the duties
of First Lord of the Admiralty, and
Mr Layard may know more about
foreign affairs than Lord Clarendon ;
but are we, because Messrs Lindsay
and Layard think that their merits
have been overlooked — which, again,
is simply matter of opinion— to break
up the Constitution, and, by putting
what is called " the fit man in the fit
place," to vamp up the most mon-
strous, heterogeneous, and discordant
spectre of a Government that ever was
conceived by the diseased brain of a
disappointed politician'? No Ministry
constructed on such a principle as that
could last for four-and- twenty hours.
What Ministry can possibly be effi-
cient if it has not unity of purpose ?
And yet that is precisely the very
thing which the adoption of the
schemes of these administrative re-
formers would necessarily prevent. A
Ministry may be weak in talent, but
at the same time strong in purpose ;
and we have no hesitation in saying
that such a Ministry is more likely to
give satisfaction to the country than
one which is strong in talent, but
weak and disunited in purpose.
Then as to the lesser appointments,
without descending as yet to the great
bulk of the civil service. There are,
besides Ministers, various officers who
are attached to the Ministry, and who
relinquish office along with them.
Such are the Junior Lords, and Joint-
Secretaries of the Treasury; the
First Under-Secretaries in the Home,
Foreign, and Colonial Offices; the
Clerk of the Ordnance ; the President
and First Secretary of the Poor-law
Board ; and a very few other such
offices, which in fact constitute the
whole amount of the shifting political
prizes. The whole removable num-
ber, including Ministers, does not
amount to fifty ; and we must confess
that we see no reason for insisting
that any change whatever should be
made in the method of conferring
these appointments. It is not only
right, but highly advisable and useful,
that each Minister of State should
have a political subordinate on whom
he can depend, to act along with him
in his department. Were it other-
wise, Government could not go on ;
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for it is obvious that Ministers would
in that case be induced to depend too
much for information and guidance
upon the permanent heads of depart-
ments, which would in no way tend
to the improvement of the public ser-
vice.
In short, it is impossible to get rid
of this class of political subordinates,
unless the whole machinery of our
Government is to be broken in pieces.
And we really must protest against
the blind zeal which denies that there
can be any advantage from the con-
tinuance of such offices on their pre-
sent footing. It is not disputed that
they must exist in one shape or an-
other; but the dispute now is, whether
they should be permanent or movable.
Let it be considered that they are
political offices, the holders of which
must be in the entire confidence of
their chief, and that they are in fact
the only offices in which the younger
class of aspiring politicians can be
trained to the proper official discharge
of duty. We protest that we have
no love for red tape ; at the same
time it does appear to us highly de-
sirable that the men whom the coun-
try must look to for its future supply
of Ministers should have some little
experience. On the appointment of
Lord Derby's Ministry, the Whig and
Radical journals indulged in prophe-
cies that the Administration must
necessarily break down, because the
majority of the members were desti-
tute of official experience. If, during
the short period of their probation,
they made up for the lack of experi-
ence by remarkable energy and assi-
duity, that circumstance cannot afford
any rational argument against the
propriety of retaining such offices on
their present footing, because, as we
have shown, these offices are abso-
lutely indispensable adjuncts to the
very highest in the State.
What we have said above is appli-
cable not to one Ministry only, but to
all. We are not defending abuses
— we are simply vindicating a princi-
ple, the disregard or infringement of
which would render constitutional
government impossible. The griev-
ance-mongers tell us that Britain is
hag-ridden by incompetency in high
places ; to that we reply that the
remedy is in the hands of the House
of Commons. Let not those gentle-
men, who appear to have a some-
what more than modest estimate of
their own abilities, flatter themselves
that they will be made Ministers in
consequence of the clamour which they
have raised. They may rely upon it,
that the country will not support
them in any such extravagant pre-
tensions ; and that by persisting in
abuse, not only of this or that Minis-
try and Ministries, but of the princi-
ple upon which Ministers are selected,
they are throwing serious obstacles in
the way of effecting a real improve-
ment in the public offices and admi-
nistrative departments — an object
which we are quite as anxious as they
can be to attain.
The mode of appointment to per-
manent situations of a high class is
quite a different matter, and is open
to discussion. Here the question of
patronage legitimately begins ; and
we can take no exception to the rais-
ing of arguments tending to show that
the public service may be improved
by some limitation of the Ministerial
power. This is the highest ground
which the administrative reformers
can occupy, and we must needs ac-
knowledge that the Whigs have done
everything they could to render that
position tenable. That infatuated
party might, we think, have learned
a wholesome lesson from the general
expression of disgust which was elicit-
ed throughout the country in conse-
quence of the shameless favouritism
exhibited towards the scions of the
houses of Grey and Elliot (the Scots
Greys, as the latter have appropriate-
ly been denominated), and we might
have been spared such recent instan-
ces of nepotism as Lord Panmure has
not hesitated to afford. But in order
to arrive at a right understanding of
the system which prevails regarding
appointments to the public service, it
is necessary to go to the foundation,
and to ascertain how, and by what
influence, admission is gained to the
different offices. Here again we are
met with the assertion that aristo-
cratic influence is paramount. Let
us see whether or not that hazarded
assertion is true.
One undoubted consequence of the
Reform Bill has been this,— that by
rendering the Government of the day
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dependent for its continuance upon
the support which it may receive from
the representatives of popular consti-
tuencies, it has engendered a system
— not of direct bribery, as in the days
of Sir Robert Walpole— but of indi-
rect accommodation and distribu-
tion of patronage, which has proved
most deleterious to, and subversive
of, the public service. Honourable
members do not indeed receive
money for their votes ; but they get
money's worth in the shape of accord-
ed Government appointments ; and
many a contested election has been
decided, not upon the merits of the
candidates, but upon their compara-
tive power of influencing the Secretary
of the Treasury. These are not cases
confined to small boroughs ; they ex-
tend to large towns and cities, in
which those who are called the " lead-
ing men," — town-councillors, alder-
men, bailies, and others who can com-
mand a certain number of votes —
come to a tacit understanding with
the Ministerial candidate, and in due
time reap the reward of their exer-
tions or example, in the shape of a
job or contract for themselves, or in
the form of Government appointments
for their absolutely incapable relatives.
These practices have become so noto-
rious, that they have almost ceased to
be a matter of reproach ; and the
honours of the municipalities are now
principally sought for, because they
afford the readiest and easiest oppor-
tunity of jobbing whenever an occa-
sion may occur. We hesitate not to
say, that in the great majority of
boroughs, towns, and cities in England
and Scotland, these influences are
brought to bear on every election.
Ireland goes more openly to work.
The priests, with the aid of bludgeon
and brick-bat, return patriotic mem-
bers who breathe defiance on the
hustings against the Whigs, but who,
on the eve of any important division,
in which the stability of the Ministry
is concerned, are seen in mysterious
communication with Mr Hayter, the
Secretary of the Treasury, whose
powers of persuasion are so strong
that they invariably vote with the
Government.
Do not let it be supposed that we
are exaggerating anything. We write
after having minutely observed what
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has been going on for many years ; and
we declare that nothing has moved us
to such indignant laughter as the peru-
sal of the act passed last session of Par-
liament, which we are desired to call
the " Corrupt Practices Prevention
Act." It is a rare specimen of Whig
humour. It prohibits, under penalties,
any candidate from promising any
office to an elector in exchange for his
vote (which is very reasonable, inas-
much as candidates can hardly be ex-
pected to anticipate vacancies), but it
by no means precludes the warm as-
surance of interest, accompanied with
a confidential wink, tantamount to a
pledge which must be redeemed, if
the respected senator expects to sit
twice for the same place, and of course
he expects that at the very least. He
has his own terms to make with the
Secretary of the Treasury ; and, be-
yond that, he must do something for
his constituents, so that they may be
disposed, in case of dissolution, to re-
turn him again. And so jobbing goes
on — daily, weekly, monthly, and
yearly, within the British empire.
Young men who are unfit for encoun-
tering the labour of a regular profes-
sion, are foisted into the public ser-
vice, because their fathers or their
uncles are influential borough voters ;
and the dunce of the family is entered
on the ladder of promotion, and made
an administrative official, certain to
rise by the rule of seniority, because
his municipal relative can bring a con-
siderable number of crotchety or cre-
dulous voters to the poll.
For the existence of this state of
things the aristocracy of the country
has been blamed. Now, we do not
mean to assert that members of the
peerage have exhibited any peculiar
reluctance in the solicitation of places
for persons in whom they take an in-
terest. We believe that many young
men, now in Government offices, owe
their appointments to this source — their
sole claims being either that they are
distantly related to their noble patron,
or that they are sons to some factor,
bailiff, land -steward, or butler, who
has won the regard of his employer
through a course of long and faithful
service. But such instances constitute
the exception, not the rule. In the
recently printed Parliamentary papers
relating to the reorganisation of the
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Civil Service, to which we shall have
occasion to make frequent reference,
we find the following statement by
Mr Edwin Chadwick, late a Commis-
sioner of the General Board of Health :
— " It will be found that only two of
the public offices are chiefly composed
of members of aristocratic families ;
the actual majority of the other offices
being otherwise constituted. The fact
is, that at present only a small portion
of the whole mass of patronage has
been obtained by the representatives
of the county constituencies, or by
persons of high position, and that a
larger and increasing proportion has
been obtained for the constituencies of
the smaller boroughs, by persons of the
lower condition." And there is abun-
dant evidence to show that, in some
departments at least, the bulk of the
persons so appointed are utterly unfit,
from want of education and ability, to
discharge the not very laborious duties
of a public office. In the Report by
Sir Charles Trevelyan and Sir Stafford
Northcote, it is stated, that while ad-
mission to the civil service is eagerly
sought after, "it is for the unambitious
and the indolent, and incapable, that
it is chiefly desired." They say, that
" the result naturally is, that the pub-
lic service suffers, both in internal
efficiency and in public estimation.
The character of the individual influ-
ences the mass ; and it is thus that we
often hear complaints of official de-
lays, official evasions of difficulty, and
official indisposition to improvements."
We shall hereafter have something
more to say regarding this Report,
which was ordered for the double pur-
pose of exhibiting the actual existing
state of the public offices, and of sug-
gesting regulations for the future.
After a careful perusal of the papers
given in by gentlemen of official ex-
perience who were requested to ex-
press their opinions upon the Report,
we have arrived at the conclusion that
the framers of it were by no means jus-
tified in using such terms of universal
condemnation. There is, indeed, evi-
dence enough to show that some de-
partments are in a state of deplorable
inefficiency, but there is also evidence
quite as strong, to the effect that
other departments are well managed
and regulated. A well-regulated de-
partment should not be visited with
the reproach attachable to another,
in which, from the carelessness, timi-
dity, or want of method of the leading
officials, disorder and incompetency
reign ; and therefore, in referring to
this Report, we wish it to be under-
stood that we do not adopt its terms
as applicable to the whole of the civil
service, for it would be as preposter-
ous to condemn one department on
account of the conduct of another, as
it would be to denounce the navy be-
cause malpractices had been detected
in the army.
Sir James Stephen, for many years
Under Secretary for the Colonies, is
much more specific. He says, that
during the period of his connection
with that department, he had no
difficulty in separating the officials
into three classes. The first class,
" a very small minority," were men
who had been sought out and ap-
pointed on account of their well- as-
certained fitness for the public service,
and who " joined us, not as school-
boys, but in their early manhood,
with their intellectual habits formed,
and with a fund, more or less con-
siderable, of literary or scientific
knowledge." Of these he thus
speaks ; and the passage is really well
worth attention : " In the narrow
circle of \hvfirst of these classes were
to be found, not indeed combined in
any one of the members of it, but
variously distributed through them
all, qualities of which I can still never
think without the highest admiration
and respect ; such as large capacity
of mind, literary powers of rare ex-
cellence, sound scholarship, indomi-
table energy, mature experience in
public affairs, and an absolute self-
devotion to the public service. It
comprised some men who must have
risen to^emineace in any field of open
competition, and who, if born to more
ample fortunes, might reasonably
have aspired to hold the seals of
the offices in which they were serving
as subordinates." The second class,
numerically greater than the first,
consisted of men who owed their ap-
pointments to interest, but who, in
some instances, did not enter the
office as mere boys. This class, says
Sir James. " was composed of men who
performed faithfully, diligently, and
judiciously, the duties to which they
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were called." In short, they were
good average clerks. As to the others,
he writes as follows : " The mem-
bers of the third class — that is, the
majority of the members of the Co-
lonial Department, in my time, pos-
sessed only in a low degree, and some
of them in a degree incredibly low,
either the talents or the habits of
men of business, or the industry, the
zeal, or the knowledge required for
the effective performance of their ap-
propriate functions. These were,
without exception, men who had
been appointed to gratify the political,
the domestic, or the personal feelings
of their patrons — that is, of the suc-
cessive Secretaries of State." Mr Chad-
wick is quite as merciless in his de-
scription of the red-tapists in other
departments. " It is a fact, really of
most serious consequence, that this
larger proportion of appointments has
been given, not only to persons of
lower condition, but to persons of
education and qualifications greatly
below the average of their own class.
A Secretary, complaining of the dis-
advantages of his own service, re-
lated in illustration, that out of three
clerks sent to him from the usual
services, there was only one of whom
any use whatever could be made, and
that, of the other two, one came to
take his place at the office leading a
bull-dog by a string. I have been
assured that, under another commis-
sion, out of eighty clerks supplied by
the patronage secretary, there were
not more than twelve who were worth
their salt for the performance of
service requiring only a sound com-
mon education."
These are undoubtedly the extreme
instances ; but they tend to show that
in some of the departments there has
been great laxity and remissness. In-
deed, it is easy to see that in all cases
where nomination has been held equiva-
lent to admission, and where no tests
of qualification have been applied, the
public service must be exposed to
injury ; and from the testimony of
officials who have had the best op-
portunity of remarking the practice,
and effect of that practice, in their
own sphere, it appears that such cases
have been too common. What won-
der, then, if the structure broke down
when exposed to an unusual strain or
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tension? A Minister of State, in
order to do his duty effectively, must
have many subordinates for the per-
formance of the mere mechanical
work ; and from other officials in each
department the exercise of a certain
amount of discretion and judgment
is expected. But how is it possible
that any man, whatever may be his
capacity, watchfulness, or industry,
can guard against the occurrence of
serious blunders — or, what is even
worse, of culpable omissions, when
the great majority of his underlings
cannot be relied upon to perform the
simplest duty with accuracy ? Let us
again quote from the evidence of Sir
James Stephen : " It would be su-
perfluous to point out in detail the in-
jurious results of such a composition
of one of the highest departments of
the State. Among the less obvious
consequences of it were, the necessity
it imposed on the heads of the office,
of undertaking, in their own persons,
an amount of labour to which neither
their mental nor their bodily persons
were really adequate ; the needless
and very inconvenient increase of
the numbers borne on the clerical list ;
the frequent transference of many of
their appropriate duties to the ill-
educated and ill-paid supernumeraries ;
and the not unfrequent occurrence of
mistakes and oversights so serious, as
occasionally to imperil interests of
high national importance."
To those who have not a distinct
understanding of the rules which are
in force in the different departments
of the civil service of Great Britain,
it will naturally occur that the blame
arising from the existence of an ineffi-
cient staff must lie at the door of the
permanent heads of each department ;
that is, of the secretaries who do not
relinquish office in consequence of a
change in the Government. The an-
swer which has been made, but which
we do not accept as sufficient, is, that
the permanent secretaries have no-
thing to do with the appointments,
and are generally unwilling, from per-
sonal motives, to exercise the reject-
ing authority which they undoubtedly
possess. Upon this point we have
the evidence of Mr Anderson, princi-
pal clerk of financial business at the
Treasury. " The practice hitherto
adopted has been, to throw upon the
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executive officer at the head of each
office the odium of rejecting the nomi-
nee of the Treasury, or of his imme-
diate superior in office, and of justify-
ing such rejection by the results of
an examination, the extent of which
is in a great measure left to his own
discretion. The consequences of this
practice are precisely those which
might be expected. A disinclination
to injure the prospects of a young man
on the threshold of his career, and the
desire to avoid the chance of a colli-
sion with his patrons, generally secure
to every candidate of doubtful acquire-
ments the most indulgent considera-
tion of his deficiencies ; and although
he may be wanting in those qualifica-
tions which would give an assurance
of his becoming in time fit for the
higher duties of the department, his
competency to perform the lowest
quality of duty in the office to which
he has been nominated will, in most
cases, secure him against rejection."
We are sorry to be told that the per-
manent heads of departments are not
inspired by higher and more conscien-
tious motives. It seems to us that
they ought, in such matters, to be
guided solely by a sense of duty, and
never to admit a nominee of whose
qualifications they are not satisfied.
But such is the evidence — applicable
at least to some departments — and it
establishes the fact, that hitherto ex-
amination has either been dispensed
with altogether, or made a mere mat-
ter of form.
It is true that an Order in Council,
to which we shall presently refer, has
been recently issued, directing that,
for the future, all parties nominated
to public offices shall undergo an ex-
amination. But the fact remains,
that hitherto, in many departments,
admission to the public civil offices
has been a tacit acknowledgment of
electoral service received, and has not
had reference to qualification.
We think it highly advisable, in
treating of this subject, to avoid con-
founding or mixing together the dif-
ferent classes of offices and appoint-
ments. As we have already observed,
the great error of the administrative
reformers has been their attempt to
agitate on grounds which are really
untenable ; and so long as they per-
sist in dealing merely with generali-
ties, and in the use of invective, we
apprehend that they will not succeed
in accomplishing a useful reform. It
is quite absurd to mix up such ques-
tions as the formation of the diploma-
tic corps, or the system of promotion
in the army by purchase, in the same
breath with that of practical and effi-
cient reform in the constitution of the
public departments of the civil service.
The former questions may be deserving
of deep and serious consideration ; but
they should not be confounded with
the latter, which is of sufficient im-
portance and magnitude to require
undivided attention until the proper
remedy has been devised and applied.
Those who are in earnest in this move-
ment, and who have not joined it
merely for the sake of temporary po-
pularity, should remember that they
have a very large amount of opposi-
tion to encounter and overcome before
they can hope to clear the way for
merit even across the threshold of the
public offices. It cannot be expected
that a Whig Government will at once
and readily surrender that immense
amount of direct patronage which has
been so useful in retaining the politi-
cal allegiance of the towns and bor-
oughs, and without which it could
hardly have reckoned, in cases of
emergency, upon the support of a con-
siderable section of the Irish mem-
bers. It cannot be expected that
liberal borough members, who have
been enabled to retain their seats prin-
cipally through the favours which, by
the grace of the Secretary of the
Treasury, they have dispensed among
their leading supporters, will be fa-
vourable to any reform which shall
put an end to jobbery. Nor can it
be expected that the leading members
of the different cliques and councils,
who, according to the evidence of
Mr Chadwick, have received for their
incompetent and uneducated children
the lion's share of the minor public
appointments, will enter cordially
into a movement, the object of which
is to exclude incompetency, and
to clear the path for merit, though
unbacked by interest or influence.
It is therefore indispensably neces-
sary, and of paramount import-
ance, that in the first instance there
should be a clear understanding as to
the principle which for the future
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ought to regulate admission to the
public service.
It thus appears from the evidence
of gentlemen who, it must be ad-
mitted, have had excellent opportu-
nities of forming a competent opinion,
that hitherto in many cases, and in
various public departments, appoint-
ments have been made without the
slightest regard to the qualifications
of the parties preferred — that they
have been made chiefly through the
solicitation of borough members, as
au acknowledgment of or reward for
political and election services — that
the permanent heads of departments
have regarded the system with no
favour, and have been long. cognisant
of its wretched effects, but that some
of them have made no attempt to
interpose a check, much less a
remedy — that the persons so appoint-
ed have been generally ill educated,
indolent, and inefficient, — usually
entering the offices, as Sir James
Stephen tells us, " at the age of
eighteen or nineteen, coming directly
from school, and bringing with them
no greater store of information or
maturity than usually belongs to a
boy in the fifth form," and never
afterwards increasing that limited
amount of information by any private
study. These things, we say, are
incontestibly proved ; and the neces-
sary effects of such a system have
been deplorably apparent. We can-
not take upon ourselves to say how
much of recent disaster and scan-
dalous neglect has been owing to
the complicated machinery of the
different departments, which seem
purposely to be so arranged that
they cannot act in harmony with
each other ; but this we do say, that
if each department had been properly
organised within itself, and supplied
with able, active, and intelligent
officers who were really actuated by
a desire to do their duty, it is morally
impossible that the public service
should have been exposed to such
serious detriment. The relative ar-
rangement of the departments may
be cumbrous and bad, while at the
same time each separate department
may be in a state of efficiency ; but
if all, or even a considerable number,
of the departments are inefficient and
radically defective, it is beyond the
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power of man to make any arrange-
ment which shall enable them to
work well together. Not so, how-
ever, thinks Lord Panmure. His
idea is, that by merely altering the
disposition of the machinery he can
put everything to rights, without
bestowing the least attention upon
the state of the integral parts, or the
capacity of the motive power.
We are bound, however, to state —
and we do it with real pleasure — that
from the printed evidence it appears
that some of the public departments
are in a state of high efficiency. The
evidence of J. F. Fremantle, chair-
man of the Board of Customs, and of
Mr Wood, chairman of the Board of
Inland Revenue, shows how much
may be accomplished through a wise
system of superintendence, and ex-
amination instituted by the heads of
departments. The regulations of the
Customs and Excise — some of which
are given in the Blue Book now
lying before us, seem to be nearly
perfect in their kind, and to have
secured in these important depart-
ments the maximum of utility. Evi-
dence of this kind is really most
important, for it shows what can be
done by heads of departments to-
wards making their offices efficient
without resorting to the pedantic
scheme recommended by Sir Charles
Trevelyan and Sir Stafford Northcote.
It is also proper to observe that there
are dissentients from the sweeping
assertions of general incompetency
which have been made by other wit-
nesses. Sir A. Y. Spearman, a
public officer of great experience,
roundly denies that the state and
condition of the civil service is such
as represented in the Report. He
says : " I believe, in fact, that what
is the exception has been taken as
the rule, while that which is the rule
has been adverted to as the excep-
tion. I do not mean to say that
there are not to be found offices
badly organised, into which unquali-
fied persons may have been received,
and in which undeserved promotions
may have been made, and where the
efficiency of the service has con-
sequently been injured ; but wherever
that has been the case, I think the
evil more attributable to those at the
head of the department than to the
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system on which the civil service is
really constituted as I understand it ;
because it appears to me 'that public
duty requires, first, that no person
nominated to a vacancy should be
accepted unless he be found fit ;
and, secondly, that no person should
be advanced to a higher seat if unfit
to discharge properly the duties of
it." Mr Arbuthnot, Auditor of the
Civil List, was so indignant at the
imputations conveyed by the Report,
which he states to be unjust and un-
founded, that he addressed a letter
to the Lords of the Treasury {Blue
.Zfoo/e, p. 403) of " most earnest remon-
strance against the publication of such
aspersions in the authentic form of a
State Paper." Sir J. F. Fremantle
denies, on the part of the Civil Service
generally, the assertions of the Re-
port. He says : " I believe that the
clerks and officers of the Civil Depart-
ments generally, are faithful, diligent,
and competent ; that the public busi-
ness of those departments is well
conducted ; and that their efficiency
would not suffer by comparison with
that of the army, the navy, or any
other service in the State ; or ,with
public companies or large establish-
ments under the management of pri-
vate individuals." Mr Waddington,
Under-Secretary of State for the Home
Department, considers that in the Re-
port " the inefficiency of the public
service, as at present organised, is most
enormously exaggerated. This exag-
geration is injurious to the whole Re-
port, giving it the appearance of a
case dressed up by an advocate for
the purposes of prejudice, rather than
of a fair and impartial statement pre-
pared for the guidance and informa-
tion of Parliament and the public."
There is, therefore, to say the least
of it, no inconsiderable amount of dis-
agreement among the doctors. After a
careful study of the various documents
in the Blue Book, we have arrived at
the conclusion that the Report is ex-
aggerated, and calculated to carry a
false impression. We believe that
every one of the gentlemen whose
evidence we have alluded to, has given
his testimony in the most candid man-
ner ; but, then, no two of them are
testifying to the same thing. All
through this Blue Book the Civil
Service is spoken of as a " profes-
[July,
sion," which is simply an abuse of
terms. No doubt the exciseman and
the tide-waiter are as much Govern-
ment officials as the permanent Under-
secretaries of State ; but can it for a
moment be pretended that they be-
long to the same profession ? A copy-
ing clerk is not a lawyer — a shop-boy
is not a merchant. Not only are the
gradations of rank in the public ser-
vice infinite, but the qualifications
for efficient discharge of duty in one
office are absolutely useless in an-
other. Into this error not only Sir
Charles Trevelyan and Sir Stafford
Northcote, but almost all the gen-
tlemen who have commented upon
the Report, have fallen. Each of
them is acquainted with the real state
of one department of the service —
some of them possibly may have a
knowledge of the state of two ; but
they all write as if the results of their
observation were applicable to the
entire body of the public civil service,
and they emphatically condemn or
absolve the whole mass, according to
their experience of the few.
Promotion in the civil service, we
are told, is chiefly regulated by seni-
ority. The Report contains the fol-
lowing account of a career of a clerk
who has been entered as a junior :
" The young man thus admitted is
commonly employed upon duties of
the merest routine. Many of the
first years of his service are spent in
copying papers, and other work of an
almost mechanical character. In two
or three years he is as good as he can
be at such an employment. The re-
mainder of his official life can only
exercise a depressing influence upon
him, and render the work of the
office distasteful to him. Unlike the
pupil in a conveyancer's or special
pleader's office, he not only begins
with mechanical labour as an intro-
duction to labour of a higher kind,
but often also ends with it. In the
mean time his salary is gradually ad-
vancing, till he reaches by seniority
the top of his class, and on the occur-
rence of a vacancy in the class above
him, he is promoted to fill it as a
matter of course, and without any
regard to his previous services or his
qualifications." We must say that
we can see nothing in the circum-
stances here stated to justify the ex-
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ceeding dolorousness of the tone em-
ployed ; and we may add that the
Reporters seem to us to entertain
most extraordinary and peculiar no-
tions of the depressing influences of a
life spent in the discharge of routine,
with the constant prospect of promo-
tion through mere seniority. It is
fortunate that all men are not of their
opinion, else we should have but a
sad account of the hundreds of thou-
sands of clerks, book-keepers, and
ledger-men, who are at this moment
performing their duty to their em-
ployers in banks, counting-houses,
and chambers throughout the United
Kingdom. But we should like to
know where the evidence is that
merit and superior intelligence, when
exhibited in a public office, do not
meet with recognition ? We at least
have not been able to find any such
testimony, and we doubt whether it
exists. At the same time, we admit
that there are great objections to pro-
motion from one official class to an-
other on the ground of seniority
alone. Some men are capital clerks,
but are fit for no other kind of duty.
Others, who would make indifferent
clerks, may be capable of labour re-
quiring a high degree of mental exer-
tion and intelligence. Every banker,
every merchant, every solicitor, knows
this from his own experience. They
would scout the notion of promotion
by seniority, for they are aware that
they could not afford it. All men
have their gifts, and these may be put
to a practical use, but the measure of
attainment is limited. Still even
the most talented must submit to
drudgery at the outset ; for such sub-
mission is not a law framed solely
for the observance of public officials ;
it is a necessary preliminary to dis-
tinction in every walk and pursuit of
life. The painter, the author, the
musical composer, the lawyer, the
physician — all must drudge at the
commencement of their career if they
hope for future success ; and very
valuable, indeed, are. the methodical
habits insensibly acquired from what
appears at the time to be weary and
retarding labour. But we do not
think it necessary to pursue this
branch of the subject any further.
We shall merely remark, that in the
departments which are best fenced by
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a system of rational examination
against the intrusion of incompetent
nominees, the most regard is paid to
merit in promotion.
We agree with -Mr Arbuthnot in
thinking that the" Report would have
been much better had it been more
temperately expressed. We consider
also that it is by no means such a
document as we were entitled to ex-
pect from men who had undertaken to
report upon a subject of that magni-
tude. Indeed, we never read a paper
which had less reference to special-
ties. That unfortunate idea of the
Civil Service, in all its ramifications
and gradations, being a " profession,"
seems to have taken entire possession
of the minds of Sir Charles Trevelyan
and Sir Stafford Northcote ; and in-
stead of entering into a deliberate
examination of the state of each de-
partment, and the method pursued
therein, they have adopted the easier
but much less satisfactory device of
slumping them all together, and re-
commending that the whole Civil
Service should be reorganised, be-
cause some divisions of it required
reform. They ought to have told us
which offices in their opinion were in
a sound state, and which were un-
sound ; and they also ought to have
stated their grounds for such opinion.
Had they done so, not only would the
public have been furnished with a
mass of valuable information from
which clear deductions could be
drawn, but officers who have exerted
themselves with success in the regu-
lation of their departments would
have received that acknowledgment
which is their due, instead of being
brought, as they now are, within the
scope of the general censure.
However, we must take the Report
as it stands, having nothing better to
go by. That Report is dated 23d
November 1853, before the outbreak
of the Russian war. The subject of
administrative reform had occupied at
a considerably earlier period the at-
tention of the Derby Ministry, and
had that Government been allowed to
continue in office, we are thoroughly
persuaded that a full and satisfactory
reform would ere now have been
made. But the Whigs, Peelites, and
Radicals found it their interest to
combine against the only Government
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which for years had adopted a truly
patriotic course of action ; and the
people of this country, who are un-
questionably indebted to the Conser-
vatives during their short tenure of
power for the establishment of the
militia, the efficiency of the navy, the
increase of the ordnance, and the
cordial alliance with France, may
thank their Liberal representatives
for having put the extinguisher for
the time upon a resolute and vigorous
effort for the reorganisation of the
public offices. In the course of the
recent debate upon Mr Layard's mo-
tion, which terminated by the adop-
tion of Sir E. B. Lytton's amendment,
Mr Disraeli thus expressed the views
of the Government in which he held
the office of Chancellor of the Ex-
chequer : —
" After due consideration the Govern-
ment of Lord Derby had resolved to bring
under the consideration of the House, as
soon as it was in their power to do so,
the whole question of administrative
reform. Of course, on the present occa-
sion I shall be most careful not to speak
of the mere intentions of that Govern-
ment, which some may regard as after-
thoughts ; and therefore I am not now
pretending to express all that was in-
tended, but shall scrupulously confine
myself to those measures of which I, as
the organ of the Government, had given
notice in this House. It was our inten-
tion, the moment certain actual measures
which we had brought forward had been
disposed of — if they had been disposed of
in our favour — to bring under the con-
sideration of the House the whole ques-
tion of administrative reform, with the
view of rendering the public administra-
tion of the country more efficient, and the
service of every department more consis-
tent with the requirements of the age. I
then stated what we intended to do. I,
as the organ of the Government, should
have expressed our general views as to
the principal alterations which we
thought ought to be made in the civil
service, and I should have informed the
House that we had recommended her
Majesty to issue a royal commission to
inquire into the conduct of all the de-
partments of the State, with the view of
drawing from that report the regulations
necessary to effect the reforms we had in
view, which would then have been sanc-
tioned by an act of Parliament. And it
certainly appears to me, after listening to
all the improvements and alterations
which have been counselled and sug-
[July,
gested on all sides, that that course ought
to have preceded all the recommendations
that have been made ; because what we
want at present is, to learn from autho-
rity how the public service can be carried
on in the most efficient manner, without
reference to anything, or any existing
circumstances, and to have placed before
us, from the labours of a royal commis-
sion, composed of the highest practical
authorities, results which may guide us
in coming to a conclusion upon that
question."
It is deeply to be regretted that the
Aberdeen Government did not view
the subject in the same light ; for it
cannot be denied that clear and accu-
rate information is the proper prelimi-
nary of legislation. Instead of advis-
ing the Crown to issue a Royal
Commission for inquiry into the
state and working of the different
departments, they remitted the consi-
deration of the matter to the gentle-
men who have compiled this Report,
and they left them not only to detect
the evils, but to suggest the proper
remedy. A more unsatisfactory mode
of dealing with such a question as this
can hardly be conceived ; and we
think it was not fair to expose Sir
Charles Trevelyan and Sir Stafford
Northcote to the odium which an un-
favourable report of the state of the
Civil Service was sure to elicit. We
have already shown that their conclu-
sions have been challenged by several
eminent authorities ; and " the men
of skill," whose opinions as to the
best method of securing an efficient
system of examination for candidates
in future were requested, appear to
have thought this a proper occasion
for delivering themselves of all kinds
of academical crotchets. The re-
marks, suggestions, and contradictions
which occupy 403 pages of criticism
prefixed to this Report, remind us
irresistibly of the old story of the
painter,*who hung up his picture in
the market-place in order to have the
benefit of the commentaries of the
passers-by. In less than an hour his
presumption was sufficiently punished,
for not a single inch of the canvass
had escaped from contemptuous con-
demnation.
Whether our suspicions of the
value which Lord Aberdeen's Govern-
ment set upon this Report are well
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founded or not, this at least is plain,
that they took no steps during the
bygone year for carrying into effect
any measures of administrative re-
form. We do not altogether blame
them. This Report must have been
like a millstone round their necks;
for even granting that the recommen-
dations of the Reporters as to future
arrangements were true in themselves
and in accordance with the views of
the Government, it would have been
rather perilous to have based a great
measure of reform upon a Report
which had not been preceded by a
real searching examination, which
was challenged as inaccurate, and
which recommended for adoption a
new system, seriously objected to by
many whose opinion had been speci-
ally desired. We are the more in-
clined to think that such was the case,
because Mr Gladstone is quite specific
in his assertion that the Aberdeen
Government, without pledging itself
to all the details in the Report of Sir
Charles Trevelyan and Sir Stafford
Northcote, had intended to propose
great changes in the system. The
right honourable gentleman said in
the course of the debate of 15th June,
that, " in consequence of the state of
public business, and the pressure of
other measures, he had never had an
opportunity of laying before the House
the particulars of the plan which that
Government proposed to carry into
effect, but it was well known that it in-
volved an absolute surrender of what
was commonly called patronage in the
first appointment of civil servants."
However that may be, the Aberdeen
Ministry died without doing any-
thing ; and the Palmerston Ministry,
being pure Whig, resolved, as a matter
of course, to make no such absolute
surrender, that being entirely opposed
to the hereditary traditions .^of the
party. But the cry for administrative
reform which arose shortly after the
formation of the present Government,
and which may be traced to the dis-
appointment of the country when
they found that a change of Ministry
was not followed by a more energetic
course of conduct, sounded an alarm
in the ears of the Whigs, and com-
pelled them to take some step in the
direction of administrative improve-
ment. Hence the recent Order in
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Council appointing a Commission to
examine and report on the qualifica-
tions of all young men who in future
may be nominated to appointments in
any department of the Civil Service.
This is not by any means the plan
which was recommended by the
Report, and we shall point out the
leading features of difference between
them.
Sir C. Trevelyan and Sir S. North-
cote contemplated but one kind of
examination as applicable to all the
departments, the examinations, how-
ever, differing in degree according to
the grade to which the candidates*
might aspire. A Central Board of Ex-
aminers was to be constituted, before
which all candidates for admission to
the Civil Service were to appear, and
have their literary attainments test-
ed. It was to be the duty of the
Examiners to rank the candidates
according to the merit displayed in
the examination, and the highest in
respect of marks were to be drafted
into the respective offices as vacancies
might occur. Every person of a
certain age who could produce satis-
factory certificates of character and
health was to be entitled to give in
his name for examination, and, if
preferred, his appointment to one
office or another was secure.
The Government method is to
make the examinations special to
each department, but not to dispense
with nomination, or alter the channel
of patronage.
Here, then, are two marked points
of difference — viz., as to the mode of
examination, and as to its prelimi-
naries. Although it may appear an
inversion of order, we shall say a few
words upon each point as we have
noted them.
First, as to the mode of examina-
tion. It does seem to us that the
method adopted by Government is
by far the better of the two. The
Reporters (by which title, in order to
avoid repetition, we shall designate
Sir C. Trevelyan and Sir S. North-
cote) were no doubt instigated to
their recommendation by the prepos-
terous notion which has possessed
them, that the Civil Service in every
department is to be considered as one
" profession." It is nothing of the
kind. The object and tendency of
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each department is different ; and
young men who feel an impulse
towards one branch of the service
would recoil from another, just as
those who have set their hearts upon
entering the Church might do if
they were desired to study for the
Law. Every man worth having will
own to such impulses and preferences.
A lad who may have set his heart
upon entering the Foreign Office would
feel sorely dismayed if you told him
that he was to be drafted into the
Excise — a candidate for the Trea-
sury would hardly thank you were
he offered a clerkship in the office of
the Registrar - General of Births.
Neither is the measure of attainment
which ought to qualify for each de-
partment the same. Take, for ex-
ample, the Foreign Office. In order
to qualify for that, great encourage-
ment should be given to the acquire-
ment of foreign languages; but why
should a clerk in the Poor- Law Board
be required to read Italian or Ger-
man ? We anticipate the answer of
the Reporters, that, by their scheme,
there are so many subjects for exami-
nation set down, that a candidate
who acquits himself well on a few
will not be rejected for deficiency in
others. Granted — but if their method
were to be adopted, the successful
candidate 'might be drafted into an
office where what he did know was
of no use, and what he did not know
was of the utmost importance. It is
worth while noting the extent of the
absurdity which men will commit
when mounted upon their peculiar
hobbies. We find the Reporters indi-
cating that, among other things,
candidates should be examined upon
jurisprudence and political economy.
As to jurisprudence, we might well
ask if the honourable Reporters are
not aware that the law in one part
of the kingdom differs essentially
from that established in another, and
suggest to them that the English
candidates must in equity be conver-
sant with the Institutes of Stair and
Erskine, if the Scottish aspirants are
required to show their proficiency in
Blackstone. As to political economy,
we are yet unaware that it has settled
down to the dignity of a science.
Why, every nation on earth is fight-
ing domestically about some of its
problems; and they will so fight
until the world is at an end. Just
fancy a Board examining candidates
upon the question of direct or indirect
taxation ! Half of the lads must
belie their real conviction in favour
of the ascertained sentiments of the ex-
aminators, else they would infallibly
be plucked. Then as to mathematics,
which are also insisted on, many of
the most accomplished men in the
country could not, if it were neces-
sary to save their lives, demon-
strate a single problem of Euclid ;
and we deny altogether that high clas-
sical attainments can be regarded as
any proof of sound business capacity.
Experience of the open professions
leads us to a totally opposite conclu-
sion. The men who achieve the highest
distinction in the practical walks of
life, are neither profound mathemati-
cians nor deep classical scholars. We
admit that mathematical and classical
training exercises a most wholesome
and useful influence over the mind ;
but there is a point after which the
prosecution of these studies detracts
from the energy, activity, and saga-
city which are required to insure suc-
cess in the practical professions. It
has been said, and we think shrewdly
and truly, that there is such a thing
as employing too fine an instrument,
and that good workmanship can only
be secured by suiting the instrument
to the work. The word " merit " is
a vast favourite with the Reporters,
but they use it in a peculiar sense.
By u merit " they mean a high degree
of educational attainments, such as is
possessed by gentlemen who have
taken high honours at the universities.
All respect is due to merit of this
kind, but we deny that the country
has suffered by not giving that the
preference. What the country re-
quires is u fitness " for their duty on
the part of its public servants ; and
a high literary test, as applied to many
of the departments, is chimerical. This
may be called a plea for ignorance,
but it is nothing of the kind. It is
simply another form of the demand
that the proper men shall be put into
the proper places, and that they shall
have assigned to them precisely the
kind of work which they are best fitted
to perform. Looking to the number
of the public offices, and the variety
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of their functions, it appears to us
that a general examination as recom-
mended by the Reporters, followed by
an indiscriminate drafting of the suc-
cessful candidates into the depart-
ments as vacancies might occur, would
be anything but an improvement on
the constitution of the Civil Service ;
and that, by placing successful candi-
dates in situations where the labour
required of them must often be dis-
tasteful and foreign to their powers, a
great deal of hardship would be in-
flicted, and considerable disgust en-
gendered.
On the other hand, departmental
examination, if properly conducted,
has many advantages. The heads of
offices know exactly, or at least ought
to know, what stamp of men they re-
quire, and what are the branches of
knowledge likely to render entrants
most useful. This movement, it can-
not be too often repeated, has nothing
to do with raising the educational
standard either at the universities or
elsewhere. The object of it is to se-
cure good and efficient public servants ;
and therefore we apprehend that lite-
rary tests, which cannot be shown to
have any kind of connection with the
nature of the service which the candi-
date seeks to enter, should be dispensed
with as unnecessary and unfair. Would
any banker, or engineer, or solicitor,
exact from a young man, as a condi-
tion of his entering their offices, that
he should be able to construe a play
of Euripides ? Would they not rather
inquire into his moral habits, his
steadiness, his power of application,
his knowledge of arithmetic and me-
chanics, and his handwriting? De-
pend upon it, the same system of tests
which the majority of mankind agree
in applying to applicants for private
service, will be found the best for pro-
moting the efficiency of the public
offices. There is also, we think, a
great deal of truth in the following
remarks by Mr Romilly : "It should
be borne in mind that moral qualities
and social position are often as impor-
tant elements in the character of a
public servant as great facility and
intellectual power. Good sense and
judgment, good manners and moral
courage, energy and perseverance, a
high sense of honour and integrity, a
wholesome fear of public opinion, and
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the desire of being well thought of by
a circle of friends, are more important
motives and qualities in public officers,
for the practical business of official
life, than familiarity with classical and
modern literature, science, and his-
tory. The latter may be tested by
examination, the former cannot." We
are convinced that few who have con-
sidered the subject calmly and dispas-
sionately will deny the truth of that
observation. Of course, we must only
be understood as expressing ojir pre-
ference of the principle of thia part of
the Government scheme, for we have
no experience of the way in which it
has been applied. Mr Layard stated
in the House, referring to a return
which we have not seen, that no exa-
minations were required for entrants
to the India Board, Home Office,
Foreign Office, Colonial Office, Office
of Works, Office of Woods, Poor-law-
Board, or Board of Trade. If such
be the case, it seems to its but too
evident that the Government is not
in earnest, and that the recent Order
in Council is simply one of these in-
excusable shams which are calculated
to bring all government into discredit.
What we advocate, as the best in-
terim arrangement that can be devised,
until the whole system of the public
service has undergone the scrutiny of
a Royal Commission, is a strict de-
partmental examination before en-
trance, under the exclusive superin-
tendence of the permanent heads of
departments, who should, moreover,
be vested with the power of dismissal
in cases of incompetency and neglect.
There is, however, a great deal in
the observations made by Mr Ander-
son and Mr Romilly, that any kind of
examination must be futile so long as
the system of nomination is continued.
"A board," says Mr Romilly, "is
always good-natured. The public
opinion which establishes itself among
its members, keeps them from jobbing,
in the ordinary sense of the word.
They will not, when they are making
a selection, choose the worst of the
candidates because he is a friend ; but,
unconsciously no doubt, they do not
hesitate to sacrifice the public, whose
servants they are, but with whom
they are not acquainted, and of whom
they too seldom think, when a fellow-
creature has had the luck to get a Trea-
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132
sury nomination, and comes before
them for admission into the ranks of
their office." This brings us to the
consideration of the preliminaries of
examination, by which we mean the
right of introduction to the examiners.
Here we differ from the Govern-
ment, and agree most cordially with
the Reporters. We are for the entire
abolition of patronage or nomination
as a preliminary to entering the public
offices. The present system undoubt-
edly fosters political corruption to a
degree which would scarcely be cre-
dited by those who have not watched
the influences that are brought to bear
at elections; and we are thoroughly
convinced that direct bribery is the
lesser evil of the two. The corrupt
distribution of patronage is usually in
this form. There are in every borough
or town certain " leading men," of
whom we have already given a sketch,
who can turn the elections one way or
another as they please. We cannot
tarry to detail at length the means by
which they have acquired this ascend-
ancy— it is enough to say that they
manage to persuade the electors that
a word from them to the sitting mem-
bers is equivalent to a mandate. Nor
do they altogether overrate their
power. The sitting member knows
that he must propitiate those leaders,
and prove to them that he actually
does possess some influence at the
Treasury. Accordingly he exerts
himself, in the first instance, for their
especial requirements, but, after the
civic maw is glutted, — which usually
is not an easy process, — he finds that
still more is demanded of him. " I
am bound to say," — so writes, or
would, could, or should write, a "lead-
ing man," and tribune of the people —
" that you have behaved very hand-
somely as regards me. Your name-
sake Neddybear Jobsou has got that
little place in the Customs, and Sandy
is in the Board of Trade ; and,
all things considered, the bit contract
that you were so good as throw in my
way has not turned out amiss. But,
my dear sir, you must do something
for the borough. James Yellowlees
told me, no later than yesterday, * that
he doobted whether ye ever had a
keek ahint the Treasury door,' and
James is not a man to offend. He
brought you, as nearly as I can
reckon, six votes last time ; and he is
[July,
an excellent creature if you keep him
from the drink. Now, James has a
son, John, that he can make nothing
of in any other way, so I must beg of
you, for your own sake as well as
mine, to bespeak him a place in the
Excise. If that cannot be done, I
wash my hands of the consequences,
for James seems rather camsteery."
And, as a matter of course, John, the
son of James Yellowlees, is inconti-
nently shoved into the Excise.
Some members have much more
influence at the Treasury than others.
A doubtful or hybrid member may
usually get what he chooses to ask for,
because an application from such a one
is considered as a pledge of support.
Ajudicious government partisan, who
is known to demand no more than is
absolutely necessary for the mainte-
nance of his seat, will also be attended
to. But the blundering good-natured
blockhead who asks for everything,
and continues to vote with the Go-
vernment irrespective of denial, is
considered a nuisance, receives the
cold shoulder, and usually disappears
from the political arena, after a few
ludicrous attempts at legislation.
His party are anxious to be relieved
from the discredit which he casts upon
them, and his constituents are dis*
gusted to find that he has no private
Treasury key ; so between the two,
he relapses into the obscurity from
which, in an evil hour for himself, he
emerged. But your good, steady,
judicious jobber holds his ground, and
steers his way through many Parlia-
ments, simply because he knows the
value of patronage, and is cautious
not to ask more than the share which
he absolutely requires in order to
retain his seat.
It is full time that these most
14 Corrupt Practices" should be put an
end to, and we cannot conceive any
better method than that of throwing
open the admission to the public offices.
It appears to us, moreover, that the
public, who are taxed for the mainte-
nance of these officers, have a right
to demand this. It is a very mon-
strous thing that a young man of
really good ability and character
should be debarred from appearing as
a candidate for the public service,
because he has no immediate political
patron, and is not a near relative of a
" leading man." Our view is, that
1855.]
Administrative Reform — The Civil Service.
any young man who can produce un-
exceptionable testimonials of charac-
ter, ability, and health, or anything
else which the examiners may think
indispensable, ought to have it in his
power to send in his name as a candi-
date for admission to any department
of the Civil Service which he wishes
to enter, and to be examined and pre-
ferred according to the rules which
may be established in such office. By
the present system, a very great deal
of ability is lost to the country,
simply because the aspirants have no
political influence, and cannot com-
mand a nomination. We appeal
again to all the honest men of the
Liberal party, whether they contem-
plated such a state of things when
they made their great effort to get rid
of what was called Tory corruption ?
We ask them whether the body politic
is not now ten times more corrupt
than it was under the older system ?
And if what we have said conveys
to their minds no unfaithful picture
of what they have seen and known,
may we not ask them to give effect
by their voices to a scheme which
shall at least allow able but unfriend-
ed men who have struggled through
many difficulties, to present them-
selves at the doors of the different
departments of the Civil Service, and
to claim the privilege of an examina-
tion on the ground of "fitness," which
hitherto has been practically disre-
garded under the withering system of
patronage ?
Connected with this subject there
are many other points which challenge
observation, but for which we have
not present space. One, however,
we must notice, and that is the alleged
injury inflicted upon regular civil
servants, by appointing men, who
have not gone through the official
gradations, to what are called " staff
appointments."
After having considered this ques-
tion most carefully, with the aid of
such evidence as we could procure,
we have come to the conclusion that
it would be unwise to lay down any
fixed rule. To exclude great talent
and administrative genius, simply be-
cause its possessor had not entered
the Civil Service as a clerk, and worked
his way through an office, would be a
manifest detriment to the public in-
terest, and an insult to the existing
133
Ministry. If such a rule had been
made imperative, Mr Rowland Hill
would not have been where he is; and
the best men would be excluded be-
cause they had not entered at the
official gate. There is much practical
sense in the observations of Mr Dis-
raeli as applied to these higher ap-
pointments : —
" When I hear of appointments being
made independent of a Minister, I ask
why a man is a Minister if it is not to ap-
point the most fitting men to public ap-
pointments ? . . . . Why, sir, what is the
first quality of a Prime Minister ? It is
not administrative talent, for he must look
for that to others. It is perception of
character and knowledge of man ; and it
is the .duty, and the highest duty, of a
Prime Minister to take care to appoint
pious bishops and wise judges, and to ap-
point to the discharge of the highest func-
tions the most eminent and best qualified
persons. These are the most important
offices that a Prime Minister can exercise,
and they form one of the principal rea-
sons why a Prime Minister exists. Al-
though you may make the entrance to the
civil service of this country a step only
practicable to those who are competent
to take it, although you may have a com-
plete and efficient test of fitness if you
have a proper 'board of examiners— al-
though you may make the civil service a
complete profession, and offer assurances
that you will allow those rewards, not
only of fortune, but of another character,
that may induce your civil servants to
exert themselves, and that may reward
exertion — and, although you may and
ought to take care that the great prizes
are secured to those who are trained to
tbe civil service, yet I say that with all
these conditions you must leave the exer-
cise of patronage — that is, the choice of
fitting instruments, and the selection of
the right men — to those men in eminent
positions, who only occupy that eminent
position to select for the public service
the most fitting agents, and to take care
that the qualities most fitting and neces-
sary should be secured to the service of
the State."
That is not only a wise, but a highly
constitutional view; because, if ap-
pointments of the kind to which we
refer were made available only to the
men who had passed through the dif-
ferent grades of public offices, not only
would the powers of the Prime Mini-
ster be unduly and intolerably limited,*
but his responsibility would be done
away with. That old civil servants,
who have an excellent opinion of
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their own abilities, may feel indig-
nant when one, whom they consider
an interloper, is placed above their
heads, is natural enough. The same
thing, we presume, occurs in every
profession ; but it is impossible, and
would be absurd, to rate men at
their own estimate of themselves.
Towards high appointments the at-
tention of the public is drawn; and
every instance of nepotism exhibited
by a Minister of State, is visited by a
loss of confidence and character, such
as few men of honourable feelings
would care to incur.
We have thought it our duty to
make these remarks, because the sub-
ject of administrative reform is not yet
thoroughly understood, and we have
limited ourselves to the only branch
of the public service which has been
made, as yet, the subject of any kind of
Parliamentary inquiry. A vast deal,
we doubt not, lies beyond ; but we wish
to impress upon our readers that ran-
dom statements, such as of late have
been too common, should not be taken
im plicitly in lieu of deliberate evidence.
But this is not the time for such in-
quiries. When, at the commencement
of this article, we wrote the words,
still unchanged, deprecating the fore-
boding of disaster, Lord Palmerston
had not spoken the following words
to the House of Commons : —
" We have got in the Crimea an army
which, having encountered the sufferings
of a long and severe winter, is now in as
fine a condition as ever a British army
was that ever entered the field, and
which, in point of numbers, health, equip-
ment, spirit, and in point of confidence
in their officers, is equal to the army of
any country — an army fighting, too, side
by side with an ally on whom this coun-
try may confidently depend, and, com-
bined with whom, are an equal match to
the troops of the whole world, and with
whom, were they to give battle, I may
safely prophesy a victorious result. So
far from any discredit to the country, or
from anticipating any disaster, I am sure
there are not ten persons in this House
who will vote with the hon. gentleman
who entertain a sentiment so little in con-
sonance with the feelings of the country
and with the prospects before us."
Is that true ? We found not upon
the reverses, which unfortunately have
since occurred, but we ask if it is true,
that, in point of numbers, our army is
equal to that ot the army of any coun-
try ? We have again and again en-
treated the attention of the public to
the scandalous fact that we have not
yet made the proper preparation for war
by levying men from our own popula-
tion, or by training them when levied ;
and we warn them now, that all the dis-
asters of the last year are likely to sink
into insignificance, if this Palmerston
Government does not exert itself in the
proper direction, or if it is not com-
pelled to make way for another more
adequate to such a crisis. The fact is,
and the sooner it is made known the
better, that we have no adequate army
of reserve — that the militia, which
might now have been a most effective
force, has been neglected, not properly
armed or disciplined, and so tampered
with that its numbers have decreased.
The losses in the Crimea, if we may
depend upon the sorrowful accounts
received, have, during the past month
of June only, exceeded the whole
number of the militia which has been
enrolled in Scotland since that force
has been called out! There is but
one point now upon which the whole
attention of the country should be
concentrated, and that is the recruit-
ing of the army. Let the House of
Commons look to it ; for if Parlia-
ment shall adjourn without taking the
means in its power for augmenting
our military force, or displacing the
Ministry which may possibly throw
obstacles in the way of an energetic
measure to that effect, it is quite pos-
sible, that before the expiry of the
coming autumn, the regular British
army may be reduced to a mere
skeleton. We doubt not of the "vic-
torious result " ; but we doubt greatly
whether Loid Palmerston or his col-
league Lord Panmnre have ever cal-
culated the cost. Let us not be found
wrangling merely about responsible
ity or official arrangements, when the
cry u to arms" should be sounded. The
nation, if not its representatives, is in
earnest — let the latter be wise in time.
Printed by William Blackwood # Sons, Edinburgh.
BLACKWOOD'S
EDINBURGH MAGAZINE.
No. CCCCLXXVIII. AUGUST, 1855.
VOL. LXXVIII.
THE BALTIC IN 1855.
[WE have very great pleasure in publishing the following graphic descrip-
tion of the Baltic in 1855. Another admirable paper from the same pen,
" Aland and the Baltic in 1854," will be in the recollection of our readers.
The writer seems to us a worthy brother-in-arms of our gallant friend who
has, month after month — with a regularity which no hardship, no difficulty,
no labour could interrupt — sent to us a continuous, lucid, and often eloquent
narrative of all that has taken place in the Crimea since the landing at
Eupatoria.]
WHEN our fathers narrated the
exploits and the venturous naviga-
tion— in peril and energy itself an
exploit — which they had achieved
during the last war in the North and
Baltic seas, and told, by winter fire-
sides, stones of the fierce storms,
dangerous coasts, hairbreadth escapes
off lee - shores, and fatal shipwrecks
experienced therein, we of the rising
generation had little right to suppose
that we should, in our own lives, fol-
low in their tracks, thread the same
intricate channels, and become fami-
liar with the scenes and places which
were traditions of our boyhood.
The English Channel, the Mediter-
ranean, the Atlantic, were all likely,
and at times anticipated, scenes of
action. They were well known, had
been thoroughly navigated, well sur-
veyed, and mapped. The Baltic, how-
ever, had entered little into our specu-
lations as a seat of war, and was to
ships of the navy almost a mare igno-
tum. Merchant-vessels had traversed
it backwards and forwards, and visit-
ed all its different ports with their
cargoes," but the professional know-
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ledge of its waters and shores was
very small, and derived chiefly from
foreign charts. The men of the last
war, depending chiefly on their sea-
manship and enterprise, had added
little to our scientific information on
the subject, and left, as the result of
their experience, only the warnings
of disaster and a few oral records.
The high hopes, therefore, which fol-
lowed the departure of the first Bal-
tic fleet, must have been dashed by a
fear that some of those magnificent
ships might return no more. Few
could have anticipated that it would
come back intact without accident or
casualty. Yet so it was ; and the
nation, disappointed in other respects,
must have hailed this fortunate result
as a proof of the care and skill of its
navigators, and the immunity given
by steam-power from common dan-
gers and difficulties.
This year there are no dark places.
The gulfs, coasts, harbours, and head-
lands have been explored, and, as far
as possible, surveyed. Notes had been
made of the currents, the weather,
and the " signs in the sky," so that
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the experience of the first campaign
will contribute largely to the facility
and safety of the second.
If there was exaggeration in the
dangers, there was no exaggeration
in the unpicturesque and unromantic
character of the Baltic cruises. As
we looked, on our outward route, at
the bold rocks of the Norwegian
shore, rising dark and beetling, savage
and sublime, the waves dashing wildly
against them, and breaking into in-
lets between steep walls and heaped
masses of rugged stone, we could well
imagine how the fierce, stern north-
man-nature had been nurtured and
fed amid such elements, and under-
stand, if man's nature be affected by
his habitation, how the love of adven-
ture and spirit of enterprise which
emanated thence, had not spread
along the Baltic and Finnish shores.
It is certainly an uninspiring scene
of action and endeavour that Baltic
sea, with its branching gulfs of Fin-
land and Bothnia. Dark fogs, chill-
ing winds, and dull skies, make its
spring and autumn aspects. The
fine, bracing cold, which nerves
whilst it chills, and strengthens where
it pierces, is little felt there. The
air, cold enough indeed, but impreg-
nated ever with damp and mists,
bears down with depressing influence
on mind and body. The summers,
warm and sultry, are not long enough,
or brilliant enough, to revivify or
brighten man or nature. But the
nights — there is a compensation in
them ; the nights so long, so soft, so
calm, bright, and beautiful — the
nights which are no nights, but a
calm, starry twilight. Yes ! these
are compensations — these are hours
to balance days of fogs and sultry
heats. The winter, however, with
its ice and snows, bracing breezes
and clear skies, is perhaps, after all,
the best and most stirring season in
these climes.
The seas are calm and smooth,
seldom disturbed by storms, save in
the commencement of the winter.
There are no regular tides, but the
currents are strong with certain
winds. In the Gulf of Finland, dur-
ing the summer, the waters are so
dull and sluggish, that they become
green and slimy, like a stagnant
pool. The coasts, at least those of
the hostile country, have no feature
of beauty or sublimity ; the nume-
rous islets scattered and grouped
along the shores, with fine wood on
their tops and waters sparkling
around them, when warmed by a
bright sunshine, afford glimpses of
prettiness, just enough to refresh
the eye and relieve the heart for a
while from the dreary pressure of
monotony. Unromantic as unpic-
turesque, the land has no inspiration
from glorious or heroic memories — no
charm from fable or legend.
Such was the scene in which the
Baltic fleet began its second cruise in
1855. This campaign opened, per-
haps, with less of hope than the first.
Men knew better what to expectr
and few were so sanguine as to
believe that the foe would relax
his system of defence — a system
which he had adopted so resolutely,,
and maintained with such determi-
nation. This was a novelty in his-
toric warfare. France at a crisis re-
lied on her elasticity for attack, and
poured forth legions into the field.
Rome trusted to the endurance of
her citizens, and the vitality of the
Roman spirit. Russia, baulked in
her schemes of ambition, fell back
at once on the defences she had
carefully premeditated and prepared
for such an emergency. Conscious
of being inferior to her foes at sea, she
withdrew entirely from the unequal
encounter, made every effort to cut
off from them any opportunity of suc-
cess or triumph, and retiring within
her strongholds, calmly and confident-
ly waited an attack on her own van-
tage ground. Such a system could
only have been introduced under such
a government as hers, — could only
have been carried out by a people
who held obedience to the Czar as a
first principle, and felt it no trial to
remain behind stone walls if he will-
ed it, though the enemy challenged
them without. Power over resources
— power over the wills of men, was
necessary to such a design, and these
the ruler of Russia possessed most
absolutely.
On the 3d May the British fleet
left Kiel, a place of pleasant memo-
ries. It is the alpha and omega of
civilisation in a Baltic cruise. There
we shake hands with civilised life for
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many long months — there it first greets
us again on our return. Consequent-
ly, many a grateful thought belongs
to the little German town, with its
woods and walks, its cafes, knick-
knacks, and its cheerful people
After a short stay at Faro, to es-
tablish hospital and coal depots, the
fleet pushed on at once to Revel — the
first of the naval stations — the first of
the great strongholds. Revel lies on
the south shore, just within the Gulf
of Finland, which may truly be called
a Russian lake, as she occupies both
its shores and holds all its ports. Our
ships anchored at the opening of the
fine bay behind the island of Nargen,
which shelters the west, whilst a long
low promontory juts out on the east
side, forming a snug, safe anchorage.
Circling round the end of the bight,
is the town. Our first look was at
the fortifications. The picturesque
yields to the professional in war times.
They did not present an appearance
of great strength : a large casemated
fort and a battery on the mole seemed
to comprise its defences. Presently
a gun was seen peeping here and
there from embrasures, and earthen
batteries revealed themselves in every
direction. The first work, as we ad-
vance from Nargen, is a small mar-
tello tower standing on a small island.
In the round of the bight, the large
fort opens upon us from its three tiers
of 150 guns, and is enfiladed by an-
other battery of 24 guns ; to the right
and left are smaller ones, covering and
flanking these, all commanding the
approaches to the town. This would
doubtless be a formidable fire to en-
counter, but the water is deep within
range of the shore. There is ample
room to manoeuvre, and here, if any-
where, ships might assail the granite
walls with a fair prospect of success.
Darkly and grandly the Domberg or
Old Town rises in the background.
Towering on a basement of rugged
rock, and surrounded by a buttressed
wall, it has quite an old burgh look —
a shade of old-world picturesqueness,
rare enough here, where most things
bear a new-born stamp. The citadel,
and the exclusive residence of the
governor and nobility, it looks proudly
down on the houses scattered along
the plain, interspersed here and there
with patches of green and clumps of
trees, the masses of barracks, the
mole, and quays, which constitute
the New Town.
The winter station for a division of
the fleet, and the commercial outlet
for the produce of Esthonia, Revel is
a place of great importance, and its
destruction, if possible, would be a
great blow to Russian power and Rus-
sian pride.
On the 25th of May the fleet again
started onward up the gulf, and on
the 31st took up its former station of
observation off Cronstadt, the redoubt-
able stronghold which, next to Sebas-
topol, has excited most interest and
expectation in men's minds, which
has been the subject of so much spe-
culation and theory. Let us see what
the place really is, which so many
men have projects for taking, and
what may be the chances of its fall
by an attack from the ordinary en-
gines and appliances of war.
At the extremity of the Gulf of Fin-
land, where it narrows and rounds off
to a termination, and not far from the
spot where it receives the waters of
the Neva, is an island, lying north-
west and south-east, low, flat, nar-
row, and pointed — shaped somewhat
like the tongue of an ox. At the
south-east end it approaches more
nearly to the mainland, forming a
harbour, and thus, though poor and
insignificant in itself, it became im-
portant from the fact of its offering
to ambition a position adapted for the
preparation of a great scheme, the at-
tainment of a great purpose.
When Peter the Great resolved to
create a capital amid the marshes of
the Neva, and thereby declare himself
a northern state, his genius fixed on
this island as a fitting site for the
nursery of a young, and the strong-
hold of a matured, naval power.
There was room enough on it for his
garrisons, dockyards, and arsenals ;
the harbour was spacious enough for
his ships ; the place was difficult of
access, and capable of defence — was
near his new city, under his very eye.
'Twas all he wanted ; and here, forth-
with, was planted the germ of a navy,
which grew with the growth, and
strengthened with the strength, of the
nation itself. What he began, his*
successors continued; and, as the de-
velopment of aggression increased the
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[Aug.
necessity for self- protection, czar after
czar added tower to tower, and fort
to fort, until Cronstadt became what
it now stands before us — a mighty il-
lustration of the power and policy of
defence.
Seen from the sea at the distance of
a few miles, Cronstadt looks like the
picture of a flood, wherein trees, ships,
steeples, and towers are seen half-
submerged in the waves ; and the
whole scene, viewed through the haze
of a sunny day, seems a confused
maze of gilded cupolas, tall masts,
and solid forts, all floating in the
waters. As the sky clears, and the
eye gains its true focus, the maze re-
solves itself into the plan of a well-
defined and formidable stronghold.
The forts stand forth clear and dis-
tinct, the ships mark the bay of the
harbour, and the masses of houses
even assume a form. Now less than
ever does the view present any fea-
ture of picturesqueness and beauty.
Strength is its only characteristic. It
is a plan, not a picture — a plan marked
by hard, firm lines, denoting security
and defiance. This stronghold of
Cronstadt, and its fellow at Sebasto-
pol, standing as they do at either
extremity of the empire, are true
indices to the spirit which rules, and
the policy which directs, the destinies
of Russia, and, as such, are especial
subjects for study. North and south
they represent a system of progres-
sive aggression, which fixes its basis
in defence, and makes each successive
foothold which it gains, not only a
stand-point of preparation for future
advances, but a barrier against attack,
a refuge from repulse.
Let us study the one before us.
And first let us take a more accurate
survey of its natural position, ere we
see how art and foresight have devised
its impregnability.
The island of Cronstadt lies in a
bight betwixt the two shores of the
gulf, and is nowhere distant more
than about six miles from the main-
land on either side ; and even this,
as a navigable distance, is so much
straitened by spits, shallows, and
mud- banks, that the actual passages
are reduced to very confined limits.
This is the case especially with the
main channel, which runs betwixt the
island and the south shore, and is so
narrow and shallow that its naviga-
tion alone, except under experienced
and skilful guidance, is a difficulty.
It widens and deepens a little, how-
ever, towards the south-east end, into
a tolerably convenient and spacious
anchorage, and, turning thence to-
wards the south, ends in an inner
harbour, well locked, and sheltered by
a bend in the land, and partly pro-
tected by the Oranienbaum spit,
which juts out towards it from the
south shore, and which, being covered
by only a few feet of water, offers an
effectual barrier to the approach of
ships, and is impracticable for the
advance of troops. Two passages
lead from this round the south-east
side; but these are so intricate, so
environed by shallows and patches,
that they are navigable only by ves-
sels of a small class, and afford no
regular communication with the north
channel, which is broader and deeper
in the centre than the other, though,
it also becomes very shallow at some
distance from the shore. The island
itself is- about six miles long, and a
mile and a half wide at the south-east,
its broadest part. This part repre-
sents the root, and hangs on, like a
square piece, to the Tongue, which
shoots out, narrow and narrower, to-
wards the tip, until it ends in a few
broken rocks, over which the waves
ripple. Slightly raised above the
level of the sea, a little barren track
of rock and sand, it would scarcely
afford sustenance for a family, or feed
a flock of sheep ; yet now, cut into
docks, covered with barracks and
storehouses, and surrounded by forts,
it is a prize which mighty nations
strive to win and to keep.
Let us next see how art has so
much enhanced the value of the spot
we have been surveying. A first
object in the design, which sought to
convert it into a naval arsenal, was
of course to find a suitable site for the
docks, magazines, and defences, which
must grow around the harbour and
anchorage. The square end of the
island was naturally adapted for this
purpose. It had a sufficient and com-
pact space for the buildings ; it was
surrounded by the sea on all sides,
save where it was joined by a narrow
neck of land to the promontory be-
yond, and would thus be protected
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by a complete line of circumvallation ;
and it offered, besides, a facility for
the digging of immense basins on its
south side, which might compensate
for the smallness of the inner harbour,
or Little Road, as it is called. There
are three of these — the man-of-war,
the middle, and the merchant har-
bour— all entered by regular locks
from the Little Eoad. In the two
former a great part of the Russian
ships lie during the winter months,
whilst their crews are transferred to
barracks on shore.
The next step was to defend these
harbours, and, as a consequence, the
old-fashioned straggling fortress of
Cronstadt arose. Then came Fort
Peter; but, as time went on, it was
deemed necessary that the Great
Road, and even the entrance, should
have their defences. But the passage
into the harbours was about mid-
channel, and could not therefore be
effectually commanded by forts on
either shore. This was, however, no
obstacle, no difficulty to a system
which had raised a city on a marsh ;
and straightway there sprang up a suc-
cession of gigantic island fortresses,
commanding every approach, and
threatening at many points a con-
centration of fire which must inevit-
ably annihilate any attacking force.
We must review these forts in the
reverse order from their construction,
and begin from the outside, as though
we were advancing to the attack.
Let us suppose, then, that we are
making for the entrance. The first
object which presents itself is the
Tulbuken, a tall, solid, beacon-tower,
standing on a rock, connected pro-
bably by a reef with the island shore.
We steam onwards, and on the right
hand, or south side, Fort Risbank
rises before us, the latest in construc-
tion, but not the least formidable of
these extraordinary erections. Like
all the others, it is built on a founda-
tion formed by piles driven into the
mud. It has two tiers of casemates,
and on its top are guns mounted en
barbette. The front, facing the en-
trance obliquely, presents a curve
springing from the centre, with a
short curtain on either side, which at
the angles rounds off into towers.
The number of guns in this fort is
variously stated, but we could count
fifty-six embrasures in this front, be-
sides the guns en barbette, and those
which may be mounted on the rear-
face. In describing these fortifica-
tions, it is difficult to use the proper
terms of art, as their peculiar construc-
tion and peculiar purpose required
many and wide deviations from gene-
ral principles. We must therefore try
to be intelligible rather than scientific.
A little farther on, on the left hand,
or north side, Fort Alexander greets
us, a huge round work, showing a
semicircular front, bristling with four
rows of guns, one row being en bar-
bette. This fort is said to contain one-
hundred and thirty-two guns ; they
are of very large calibre, and their
fire would effectually sweep the en-
trance of the channel, flanking and
crossing that of Risbank. Passing
Alexander, we are fairly in the Great
Road, and come within range of Fort
Peter, a low fortification, on the same-
side as Alexander, but nearer to the
island. Two low curtains, a large
tower in the centre, and smaller
towers at either end, comprise the
front of this work. It is not equal to
the two others either in dimensions
or number of guns, but is still very
formidable from its enfilading position-
On the opposite side, just in front of
the point of the Oranienbaum spit,
and flanking the mouth of the inner
harbour, Cronslott, or Cron Castle,
threatens us. This, the eldest of the
series, the first demonstration of the-
scheme of defence, which has since
been extended and multiplied so
vastly, is inferior to its successors in
design and elaborate workmanship.
Though rather a crude effort, it an-
swered its first purpose, as a single
fortress, well enough, and even now
would play no mean part in the flank-
ing and concentrating combination,
which forms the main principle in the-
defencc. Last, but not least, either
in size or importance, Fort Menschi-
koff rises, vast and glaring, towering
above all the others, with its four tiers
and its massive walls. This was evi-
dently meant to be the crowning stroke
of the inner, as Risbank was of the
outer defences. Unlike its brethren,
it stands on terra fama^ and is built
near the mole-head, at the south angle
of the square end of the island. It is
apparently a square, solid mass of
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masonry, constructed without any
very elaborate or scientific plan, but
presenting a front of casemated bat-
teries, which would flank Cronslott,
and rake the approaches to the inner
harbour with a tremendous fire. We
might think that the acme of defence
had been attained by such an aggre-
gation of fortresses ; so thought not
the Russians, for they have moored
some of the line-of-battle ships of
their fleet betwixt Menschikoff and
Cronslott, thus effectually barring the
entrance to the inner harbours, and
forming an overwhelming increase to
the force already concentrated for
their protection. Beyond this barrier
line, and behind Menschikoff, are the
basins before spoken of; and behind
them again are the great magazine,
the dockyard, and canal. More to
the north are laid out the barracks
and other public buildings. Such
and so defended is the southern chan-
nel of Cronstadt. Such is the place
which hair-brained theorists expected
our fleet to attack and take. English
hearts are stout — English ships are
strong — English seamen are skilful;
but the man who would lead them
against such fearful odds, would lead
them to certain destruction, and leave
the country to mourn over a catas-
trophe greater and sadder than has
yet clouded her annals.
Let us turn to the north side, and
see what are there the characteristics
of defence and the opportunities of
attack. Passing round the Tulbukeu,
we trace a low glittering line of rocks,
just rising above the waters ; then a
broader belt of red sand, slightly
sprinkled with trees ; then come
houses, trees, and some glimpses of
vegetation, until the eye rests at last
on a large, well- designed earthwork,
not yet finished, around and about
the mounds of which workmen are
still busy with pickaxe, spade, and
barrow. Tracking onwards, we fol-
low the long low beach, along which
are rows of houses, masses of build-
ings, churches with their gilded cupo-
las and spires, and all the varied
objects which constitute the features
of a town panorama ; whilst behind
and above all appear the tops of
forts and masts of ships. Looking
very closely and attentively, we can
detect at intervals small batteries
mounting a few guns, and carrying on
a weak and broken line of defence,
which terminates at the north-east
extremity in a larger and more pre-
tentious work.
Nothing very formidable here as yet
— nothing very obstructive, save the
fact that large ships cannot approach
within a less distance than three miles ;
but gun-boats and small vessels might
easily advance within fair range of
toAvn and arsenals. Yes, this had been
foreseen and provided against by a
novel and ingenious expedient. From
the earthwork in the centre of the
island a barrier had been run out
obliquely to a distance of three thou-
sand yards, and then carried in a
slightly deflecting line to the shore of
the mainland, extending to a length
of six or seven miles, and enclosing
the passages opening from the north
to the east and south sides of the
island. The barrier consists of col-
umns of piles placed at distances of
eighteen feet, and rising within two
feet of the surface of the water. These
columns are formed of several piles
driven into the mud in a circle, the
centre being filled with rubble. This
would sufficiently secure the shore
from sudden assault, or the town from
the danger and annoyance of a dis-
tant fire ; but the passages— the weak
and vital points of the northern de-
fence— could not be trusted to an
obstacle so partial in its obstruction,
and which a daring effort might de-
stroy. Accordingly, hulks, lightened
for the purpose, were moored behind
the barrier — in some parts within
point-blank range — effectually cover-
ing it through its whole extent, from
the angle of the town to the mainland.
In rear of this, again, a fleet of gun-
boats, under steam and sail, moved
about, ready to dash through the
intervals, and meet any assailant.
Thus was a triple barrier raised — the
first part merely obstructive, the se-
cond defensive, the third motive and
capable of being made aggressive ; a
fourth was designed, but it proved an
illusion and a failure. Adopting the
fallacy of the efficacy of sub-marine
mines for the destruction of ships, the
enemy had strewn the waters of the
north shore withanumber of explosive
machines, some being found even in
eight and nine fathoms. Their exist-
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141
ence was first discovered by two
steamers, which went in on a recon-
noissance, and exploded them under
their bows. Little injury was effect-
ed by the explosion ; but the shock
was so great as to create a more for-
midable impression of these machines
than an after acquaintance with them
justified. When the fleet anchored
off the north shore, the men-of-war
boats dragged for them and brought
up a great number, so that every one
had an opportunity of satisfying his
curiosity as to their nature and con-
struction. The first discovery of the
secret was made rather unhappily.
One of the machines had been taken
on board the Exmouth. A group of
officers had gathered round to examine
it, and Admiral Seymour, unsuspi-
cious of any danger, as it had already
been dragged about in boats, and car-
ried from one ship to another, struck
the trigger, when, lo ! it exploded in
the midst, and knocked down the
nearest spectators, scorching and burn-
ing some, and severely wounding
others. Among the latter was Admi-
ral Seymour himself. Afterwards
we learnt to handle them with per-
fect impunity, by instantly and care-
fully removing the fuze, after which
the thing became perfectly harmless.
These machines, christened by us
41 infernal," are curious enough to de-
serve description. The shell is made
of metal, shaped like a cone, and di-
vided into two compartments, the
upper one filled with air, and the lower
with powder. The generality of those
we found measured fifteen inches
across the top, and twenty in length.
In the centre of the top of the shell
is a round hole leading into a hollow
cup, and ending in a narrow socket,
which reaches to the division of the
powder compartment. This was the
place of the fuze. The fuze is a metal
cylinder, about the size of the wooden
ones used for thirteen - inch mortars,
and contains first a hollow oscillating
tube, in the lower end of which is
inserted another and smaller tube,
filled with sulphuric acid and chlorate
of potash, supposed to be separated
from each other by a thin tiny piece
of glass. This, again, communicates
with the lower end of the fuze, which
is made of thick lead, and holds a
small charge of powder, confined
therein by a thin metal wafer at the
bottom. When this fuze is fixed in
the socket, a part, in which are two
small apertures, protrudes above the
surface of the machine. Along the
top, opposite to each other, are laid
two thin pieces of metal, which pass
through holes in the rim, and extend
some inches beyond, being held in
their position by slight brass springs.
These are the hammers. On being
struck, or on coming into contact with
any object, they are forced through
the apertures in the sides of the fuze,
and strike the oscillating tube a
smart blow. This being set in motion,
breaks the smaller tube, and by the
mingling of the chemical ingredients, a
flame is produced, which, through the
medium of a small piece of cotton,
ignites the charge in the fuze, and
thus, of course, explodes the whole.
The machine is filled with powder,
through a hole in the lower or conical
end. A screw fitting into this has a
ring, to which is attached a wooden
block, and through this is rove a rope
with a large stone at the end of it.
These are the moorings. The rope is
shortened or lengthened according to
the depth of water in which the
machine is sunk, so as to leave it
floating at a distance below the water,
where it could come into collision with
a ship's keel or bows. The machine
is said to be an invention of Jacobi,
an Italian ; but those used by the
Russians were devised by a French-
man. The thing is ingenious enough ;
but, like all other devices for produc-
ing a sub-marine explosion by colli-
sion, it is subject to many mischances
and accidents, and is dependent for
success on so many adventitious cir-
cumstances, that failure must be a com-
mon, if not a certain, result. Those
we found held only eight and a half
pounds of powder, and it is difficult
to imagine that any great effect could
have been calculated upon, from the
bursting of so small a charge against
the side of a ship of any size.
The Russians had evidently exag-
gerated the importance of this inven-
tion, and it is rather a pleasant triumph
to fancy how the eager expectation,
and perhaps savage exultation, with
which they awaited the coming disas-
ter, must have changed into mortifica-
tion and chagrin, as they saw our
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ships sail proudly onwards, and anchor,
without hurt or hindrance, in the very
midst of the destruction which had
been spread for them, and how bitter-
ly they must have felt that so much
money, ingenuity, and labour had
been expended in vain — that so much
preparation had ended only in disap-
pointment and failure.
So much for infernal machines.
They have proved, what every other
experiment of the kind has proved be-
fore, that no engine which is not aprojec-
tile can be of much use against ships.
On the mainland, near the line of
piles and block- ships, is a promon-
tory, called Lisi Nos. On this stands
a small earthwork, and from it juts
out a long low causeway, connected
in part by a bridge, at the extreme
end of which is another battery of
eight guns. The northern defences
consist, then, of the earthwork which
guards the centre of the island, and
the starting-point of the piles ; of the
succession of batteries which line the
shore, with a fire of seventy-five guns ;
of the fifteen ships moored across from
shore to shore, with the causeway of
Lisi Nos as a connecting link ; of the
advanced barrier, and of the flying
squadron lying in reserve behind the
whole — no mean summary.
Our survey is ended. From Ris-
bank to Lisi Nos, we have traced the
details of a plan, vast, complete, and
perfect — a plan which comprehends
every species of defence, which masters
every kind of difficulty, and anticipates
every mode of attack — a plan admir-
able in its details, but more admirable
in its whole strength and unity.
Against such a plan, what would
be the possibilities of attack ? An ad-
vance by the south channel was the
pet project of the Brown and Jones
clique, who took Cronstadt after din-
ner. )T ''
Is such an attack among the possi-
bilities ? Scarcely. The chances and
probabilities are at least so much
against it, that any man who under-
took it would incur an awful respon-
sibility. The difficulties are no ordi-
nary ones. We are not among those
who believe that ships are nought
against stone walls. We believe that,
under certain conditions, they can en-
gage batteries on equal terms, and
even with advantage; but these con-
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ditions are, that the ships should have
room enough to manoeuvre, and depth
of water enough to enable them to
anchor within at least point-blank
range. Such exist not at Cronstadt.
A fleet going in to assail it would be
compelled, by the narrowness of the
channel, to advance in line-of-battle
order; that is, the ships following one
another in single file, so that each
would, in succession, run the gauntlet
betwixt the forts, returning only its
own broadsides, and being thus ex-
posed to great odds. In this order,
too, a single disaster — the sinking, dis-
abling, or stranding of one ship — would
effectually obstruct or throw into con-
fusion the whole force.
But supposing that certain ships
were first sent in as an advanced
guard to engage Risbank and Alex-
ander, and that they succeeded in
silencing these forts, it is probable
that they would be too much crippled
by such an exploit to do much more.
A reserve might, however, then dash
in ; but it would encounter such a con-
centration of fire in front and flank,
that it would be almost impossible for
ships to form in such a manner as to
return or resist it with any effect, or
with any hope of victory. Defeat,
annihilation, or disaster, would inevi-
tably result from such an attempt. It
is plain, then, that into the only chan-
nel which has water enough for large
ships, large ships cannot go. Let
us see what might be done by vessels
smaller and lighter. There are two
points open to such a force. First,
there is the shallow water betwixt
Risbank and the south shore. Gun-
boats and mortar-vessels might pass
through this, and get near enough to
shell ships and town, did not the rear-
face of Risbank, a little fort we descry
behind it, and the flank of Cronslott,
promise such a reception as would
render the enterprise a forlorn hope.
There is a battery too on the south
shore, and it is said that guns have
been mounted on the Oranienbaum
spit; but this is not certain. Return
we to the north side. This, last year,
was a weak point. The enemy be-
tray the fact by the attention they
bestow on it, and the jealousy with
which they watch it. Since the ar-
rival of the allied fleets, additions have
been made to its strength. The hulks
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have increased from eight to fifteen ;
batteries start up on every little rock
or point, and the gun -boats seem to
rise in swarms from the mud. Last
year this part was scarcely noticed
or reconnoitred ! An attack, to be
practicable, even here, must be un-
dertaken by gun- boats and mortars.
Last year we had none, or none fit-
ted fur the purpose; this year the
enemy actually outnumber us in
that arm. How can this be? Is
there a suspension of work in our
yards ? Are our builders paralysed
or rebellious ? Is there no English
oak?— or how comes it that we, the
ship-builders of the world, should be
beaten by the enemy at our own
work ? Were the question asked in
the House, the voice of Red-tapism
would repeat some plausible contra-
diction, or recount the list of a paper
flotilla, long and vague as the cata-
logue of Homer's ships. But the facts
are these, — all, men, who saw the
place last year, agreed, that the only
hope of destroying Cronstadt, its
dockyards, fleet, or magazines, parti-
ally or wholly, was by an attempt in
this quarter 5 that the only force avail-
able for it was gun- boats, and that
they must be sent in such numbers as
to overwhelm and nullify any arma-
ment of the same description possessed
by the enemy. It would be thought
that this was no great demand on
England's energies or England's re-
sources, and that they would have
come forth by hundreds. Altogether,
there are seventeen of these vessels
attached to the Baltic fleet ! ! The
enemy shows twenty -nine steam,-
fifty sailing and row boats, mak-
ing a total of seventy-nine. With
such disparity, it would be impossible
to assault barrier or blocks, in pre-
sence of a force possessing the same
advantages, and strong enough to be-
come the assailant. How could such
things be ? Where rests the blame ?
It cannot be with our Government,
for they nightly proclaim their im-
peccability. Whose fault is it, then,
that England's best arm is crippled
from lack of means ? Eheu ! Eheu !
It is the old story, repeated over and
over again, of the wrong thing in the
wrong place. Has the curse of per-
verted judgment and fatuity really
fallen upon us ?
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Another project was to land troops
upon the island, and try the chance of
a coup de main on the land side of the
town. This, though risky, had a
feasible look ; but the debarkation of
soldiers on such a shore, and the
moving them in such a space; the
strength of the garrison, and the pos-
sibility of a retreat — all presented dif-
ficulties, which perhaps prevented it
from having serious military conside-
ration. The enemy have anticipated
such a coup now, by drawing a chain
of redoubts from the earthwork di-
rectly across the island.
Is Cronstadt, then, impregnable?
We dare not call any place so, with
the experience of the past before us,
showing how the strongest fortresses
and most inaccessible fastnesses have
fallen before stratagem, accident, or
daring. Yet it possesses so many of
the elements, and presents so much the
appearance of impregnability, as to
daunt any man who wished not to
imperil the lives of his countrymen
and the honour of his country by a rash
and more than doubtful enterprise,
We have surveyed Cronstadt, not
sketched it. There is naught to
sketch ; its every feature is military;
its every association and suggestion
military or political. In time of peace
it might have a dull and unattractive
aspect; the eye might then require
more prettiness — more variety; but
now, when heart and mind are attuned
to the subject of war and its politics,
it stands before us a grand and inte-
resting study. As a military system
of defence, it must command our un-
bounded admiration. As we trace
the wonderful and skilful appliances
of science therein ; as we see how
every means has been enlisted, every
resource employed, every sacrifice
made, every power and invention
brought into action in its construc-
tion,— we are compelled to recognise
and appreciate the skill, the foresight
and the forethought, the patience,
the resolution, the perseverance and
labour, which have effected such re-
sults. Baffled as we must feel our-
selves to be, when to our longing and
searching scrutiny it presents no
opening, no weakness, no opportunity
— when everywhere we detect the pre-
vailing principle, that no point should
be left to a single defence, but that
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each should be covered, backed, or
flanked by some other — still we must
feel also, mingled with our bitterness,
a sort of triumph in such perfection
of professional art. As a military de-
fence, it is indeed a grand effort.
But it has another reading than the
military, and one with a darker and
deeper meaning. Heavily it looms,
as we think of its object and signifi-
cance— darkly it there stands out, as
a glyph of the policy of dominion and
extension, which has moved onwards
through long, long years, sometimes
stealthily, sometimes openly, some-
times groping like a mole under-
ground, sometimes leaping like a
tiger, but always progressing, never
retrograding or standing still, save to
gain ground for another leap, — a policy
which ever based its aggression on
defence, which devised security at
home ere it struck abroad, and made
home-strength the starting-point of
foreign conquest. In the different
stages towards the completion of this
stronghold might be traced the de-
velopment of this system. Its first
erection aimed only at standing-
ground or equality among the north-
ern nations ; then arose forts on forts
as preliminaries of conflict and supre-
macy ; then came an interval ; and
then again, in later days, the archi-
tect, the engineer, and workman were
more busy than ever. In 1847 the
barrier of piles was laid down ; about
the same time Risbank and Menschi-
koff sprang up. What meant this ?
These were surely not intended as
a safeguard against the northern
powers, which the policy had crushed
'neath its heel and trodden under
foot. The preparations were too great
to indicate a fear of beaten and sub-
dued nationalities ; it revealed an ap-
prehension of attack from some people
redoubtable for their naval power and
naval daring. In fact, when the po-
licy of aggression resolved to stretch
forth its grasp towards Turkey, it felt
the necessity of providing against the
contingencies of European movement;
it foresaw that the wrath of nations
would gather round, and anticipated
the storm. Cronstadt in its de-
fences reveals more clearly than blue
book or diplomatic correspondence,
how long the design, which is now
shaking the destinies of Europe, had
been contemplated — how resolutely
its consequences had been calculated,
and the probable hostility of naval
nations foreseen. It was a common
thing to say that the Czar had been
taken by surprise in this war. Where
are the proofs ? Have our comrades
discovered any symptoms at Sebas-
topol ? Are there any here ? Every-
thing speaks of preparedness, readi-
ness, and provision. There might, at
first, have been some deficiency in
details, but the whole plan was well
matured, the material provided, and
it only remained to proportion the
forces to the exigencies of the danger
or the nature of the attack. This
war had been long designed, long
prepared for. Cronstadt is the best
commentary — better than parliament-
ary debate or political history — on
past and present events, — the best
exposition of the vital and enduring
principle of Russian policy : it shows
us what preparations for self-defence
mean with it, and warns us, for the
future, to see in them the sign of a
coming struggle.
On the 31st of May, the British
fleet, consisting of twelve liners, with
a light squadron of screw frigates and
steamers, anchored off the Tulbuken
lighthouse, and the next day the
French admiral, Penaud, arrived with
three screw line-of-battle ships and
one frigate. The enemy was known
to have twenty-six or twenty- seven
sail of the line within the harbour ;
but this disparity in numbers was sup-
posed to be almost, if not quite, coun-
terbalanced by the advantage of the
screw : at any rate, it was not enough
to tempt the Russians to accept our
challenge. The prize was too great
to be lightly risked for the sake of
naval fame. They had staked their
honour on successful defence, and were
content to abide the issue.
After the usual reconnoissances, the
combined fleet retired for a few days
to Leskar, an island distant about
thirty miles to the south-west. From
hence Admiral Seymour was despatch-
ed to Narva, with two line-of-battle
ships and two gun-boats. Narva, the
old battle-ground of Swede and Russ,
lies in a bay on the south shore. The
town itself is built, at some little dis-
tance inland, on the banks of a small
river, which runs into the gulf, and is
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The Baltic in 1855.
145
too narrow at its mouth to admit any
save small trading ships. The object
of the expedition was to capture some
merchant vessels which had taken re-
fuge within the bar of the river. When
the ships of war arrived, they found
that two mud batteries had been erect-
ed on either side of its mouth. These
were bombarded by the Blenheim and
two gun- boats for several hours. The
batteries were silenced, and one gun
was knocked over by a shot from the
Snap gun-boat. No other result fol-
lowed, and in the evening the ships
returned to Leskar.
Once more, on the 18th of June,
the allied fleet took up its position
before Cronstadt, though in a different
order — a squadron of five liners, under
Captain Codrington, remaining off the
Tulbuken, whilst the main body an-
chored along the north shore, at a dis-
tance from it of about three miles and
a half. No movement has since taken
place, no important alteration been
made in the relative position of the
nssailers and the assailed. Still do
they exhibit the curious spectacle of
two great powers arrayed face to face,
each confident in its own strength,
yet each unable to reach its foe, each
unwilling to risk its vantage-ground
by a forward move. The war, there-
fore, becomes one of watchfulness and
demonstration. The game is high,
and must be played cautiously ; a false
move on either side would be fatal.
We fear, however, that the odds are
rather in favour of defence than of
assault; yet, whilst the allied flags
wave before Cronstadt, we cannot re-
sign the hope that some bold stroke —
some great opportunity — may yet en-
able us to aim at a success or a vic-
tory. It would be a proud lot to
chronicle such an exploit.
Meanwhile, few incidents vary the
monotony of blockade. The destruc-
tion of telegraphs along the shore, the
appearance of a gun-boat beyond the
barrier, cause, now and then, a slight
stir. During the last week, flags of
truce have been passing to and fro,
bearing diplomatic explanations of the
bloody episode at Hango. Vainly,
however, does the Russian govern-
ment strive, by subterfuge and eva-
sion, to palliate or justify it. It was
a savage deed, unworthy of civilised
warfare, and, as such, must for ever
stand on record against them.
The arrival of Admiral Baynes's
squadron has now increased the Brit-
ish fleet to nineteen liners, seventeen
gun-boats, and sixteen mortar-vessels,
exclusive of the light squadron — truly
a magnificent armament, worthy of
the power and the pride of England ;
but, unfortunately, it is strong where
it might be weak, weak where it
should be strong; — strong in large
ships, which are of little use, weak in
the light force, which, well handled and
applied in sufficient strength to a joint
attack by the north side and the shal-
low channel betwixt Risbank and the
south shore, might yet hail destruc-
tion on the ships and dockyards which
lie ensconced in such apparent security.
Our survey has brought us now to the
end of the Gulf : another time we may
make a circuit and track the Finnish
coast, taking a peep at Helsingfors
and Abo. Ere then we trust some
deed of fame may shine on our narra-
tive— some event occur which an
Englishman may be proud to record,
and Englishmen be proud to read.
BALTIC FLEET, OFF CRONSTA.DT, IQth July 1855.
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Zaidee: a Romance. — Part IX.
[Aug.
ZAlbEEl A ROMANCE.
PART IX. — BOOK III.
CHAPTER I. — A NEW HOME.
THE mysterious ocean -tide has
sent its impulse into the full-flooded
Thames far above the sea ; the low
branches dip into the stream, and the
willows stand up to their knees in it,
waving their long tresses upon the
dark water which mocks at the sun-
shine. From one side to another the
river swells full with a great throb of
life and vigour in its expanded heart.
So deep these depths look under the
rounded curve of this overflowing sur-
face, which the sunshine vainly tries
to penetrate — so cool with the green
shadow of those waving willows on
them, and the tender quiver of those
slanting rays which shine from the
west. The sky has but a speck or
two of white upon it, to break the pale
and luminous blue of the great arch ;
but over the other bank you can see
a glimpse of how the clouds have
gathered to that grand ceremonial of
sunset which is about to be accom-
plished yonder. In the mean time,
however, a lingering tender smile of
light is on the river and its trees.
Though he will see them all to-
morrow, the sun is loth to part with
these companions whom he loves so
well to embellish and caress ; and the
glory with which he touches this
broad water ere he leaves it, is like
the smile of a full heart. It is even-
ing on the Thames ; there is scarcely
a breath astir to flutter the willow-
leaves, but there is a musical hum of
home-coming and rest, in the sweet
fragrant air, which is full of this pen-
sive and tender smiling of the sun.
From these beautiful English lawns
and gardens which stretch to the
water's edge, you can hear the voices
of home enjoyment, young tones and
sweet ; and the wide country beyond,
which is not visible from this charmed
river, throws in a far-away cadence —
a tribute of sound to the stream that
blesses it, since of beauty he has
no need. Wherries now and then,
slim and swift like greyhounds, shoot
up or down along the olive-com-
plexioned current ; and by-and-by
there will come a river steamer full
of pleasure- seekers, which will do no
harm to the landscape. If it is your
hap to be in this common convey-
ance, take heed that you dp not envy
these pretty houses coyly withdrawing
among their trees — those fortunate
people who dwell beside the quiet
waters, and see the willows dipping
in the river with every tide that rises
— or you may chance to break the
peace of the subject of our story, at
present looking out, and unconscious
of envy, upon this noble stream.
The lawn reaches down to a shel-
tered nook, a little bay, beyond which
the bank projects, protecting this
sunny corner. Two great willow-
trees, throwing their branches to-
gether in an arch, stand a little way
into the water, making, with their
twisted trunks and forest of pale
leaves overhead, and with great
branches sweeping on the river, sup-
plementary arches on either side — as
noble a Watergate as nature ever
made with trees. The water ripples
past these living pillars, and with a
playful hand salutes the smooth green
turf which creeps to its very edge.
This turf is broken with nothing but
daisies; there are no intrusive geo-
metrical figures cut into its velvet
sward, and you pass nothing but one
beautiful youthful acacia till you
come to the house. The house does
not pretend much in its own person ;
it is nothing but a spectator of the
scene, looking out night and day with
its many eyes on the sunlight and the
moonlight and all the changes of the
river, and is sober-suited and modest
as a spectator should be, doing no-
thing to break the harmony of nature,
though not much increasing its beauty.
At one side is a great bow-window,
from which, by a single marble step,
you can descend to the grassy terrace
which forms the upper lawn, and
within this bow -window you can
catch glimpses of white muslin gowns
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and ribbons. There are other spec-
tators than the house itself, looking
out upon the river ; and the great
window is open, and the sweet air
flows in without let or hindrance,
where we too follow, invisible as the
air.
The room is large, and full of soft-
ened light. We are looking at the
sunset smile upon the river, but we
ourselves have lost it here — and the
sky looking in at the windows behind
grows paler and paler toward the
rising of the moon. There is a large
mirror on the wall reflecting every-
thing; and its background of white
curtains and waving branches, the
pretty furniture standing about in its
shadowy world, and the figures that
come and go upon it, make the great
shining surface more interesting than
any picture. Looking into it, you
can see the river with its bending
willows, its boats and its sunbeams ;
you can see the white petals of the
acacia-blossom flutter down upon the
grass. The world without and the
world within live in its calm reflec-
tion ; and you think of the lady of
the ballad and her charmed existence,
the mystic towers of Camelot burning
in the sunshine, and the little boat
swaying on the stream, when you
look into the mirror on the wall.
It is so large, and hangs so low
upon the wall, that this mirror is the
great feature of the apartment, which
for the rest is only a handsome draw-
ing-room, furnished as it is a necessity
for handsome drawing-rooms to be.
Wealth and profusion, a taste slightly
foreign, and a good deal of fanciful
embellishment, are visible every where.
The room is almost as full as Mrs Jane
Williams' little room was at Ulm,
and evidences of modern dilettantism
are crowded within its walls. There
is a cabinet of antiquities at one
corner, a case of brilliant insects in
another. One table is laden to over-
flowing with photographs and daguer-
reotypes, all more or less defective,
and all taken by the active master of
this houso in his own person ; while
another table, solemnly standing apart,
and encumbered with no ornaments,
is a table by which the same inquiring
mind anxiously endeavours to estab-
lish a correspondence with the in-
visible world. It performs a little
waltz now and then at the behest of its
master, this gifted piece of rosewood,
but cannot be persuaded to make any
coherent communications, earnestly
though it is solicited. There are
phrenological heads, too, adorning
little brackets and pedestals ; there
a^-e casts of notorious villains and
philosophers, murderers and kings ;
there are models of aerial machines
and diabolical projectiles — all, you
will say, very unsuitable for a draw-
ing-room. It is very true; but Mr
Cumberland is a family man, and does
not love the seclusion of his library,
which in consequence is sacred only
to wrecked and discarded relics of
fancies past. He has been a bota-
nist and a geologist, has set up a
mammoth on his grounds, and built
a palace for a Victoria Regia since he
came to England; but these were
rational diversions, and did not satisfy
Mr Cumberland. An infinite quantity
of bubbles have risen and burst to the
eyes of our philosopher since we left
him. At this present period he is
deeply engaged with the extremely
mystical subject of " spiritual mani-
festations," which promises to out-
live its predecessors, since success
does not seem disposed to come, to
weary the experimenter with his new
toy.
A windowed recess at the other
end of the room, where the morning
sun comes in, is filled with an em-
broidery frame, with a pretty footstool,
and the easiest of easy-chairs. It is
here Aunt Burtonshaw loves to sit,
commanding all the room, and bright-
ening it with the face which is older,
but no less cheerful than when we
saw it last. But the embroidery is
covered up at this moment, and the
corner is vacant. There are only two
youthful personages in possession of
the apartment, and both of them are
close by the great bow -window,
watching the sunshine gliding off the
full river, and disappearing ray by ray
into the glowing west.
The soft white muslin draperies
press together, and the hand of one
rests upon the other's shoulder ; but
this one is standing with a book in
her hand, and smiling as she reads.
It is not a very weighty volume which
weighs down the hand of Mary Cum-
berland ; it is a slim brochure, whether
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in a green or yellow cover deponent
saith not, but you may be sure it is
one or other, our wicked wit or our
gentler genius, whose pages beguile one
of those friends out of the twilight
talk which is so pleasant to both.
Mary has not grown very tall in these
seven years ; they have made her 'a
woman, two-and-twenty years old —
a pretty woman — a Hebe of young
bloom and healthful spirit ; but they
have made no great change in Mary,
further than in gathering up her thick
curls behind after a more womanly
fashion, and making her natural self-
dependence more seemly and more
natural. Her well-formed features,
her beautiful English complexion, her
well-opened blue eyes, which have
still some derision in them, and a great
deal of good sense and shrewd intelli-
gence, are as they were — and the hand
that rests on her companion's shoulder
is white and dimpled and delicate,
and Mary's red lips open in their
sweet laughter on the whitest pearly
little teeth in the world. In the ful-
ness of her womanhood, yet still with
the freedom of a girl, Mary Cumber-
land stands before the open window
reading, with her head slightly bent,
her hand leaning on her friend, and
you can see her pretty figure in its
white robes, and its unconscious ease
and grace of attitude, reflected full in
the mirror on the wall.
It is easy to identify Mary, but it
is not so easy to make out who this is
who sits within the open window — the
companion on whom she leans ; also a
woman, yet a little younger in actual
life, with a heart at once younger and
older, full of knowledge which Mary
knows not of, yet of a simplicity and
universal faith, which Mary was never
child enough to know, looking through
those wonderful dark eyes. This is
not Zaidee Vivian, brown and angu-
lar; this is not Elizabeth Francis,
forlorn and dependent, but a magni-
ficent beauty of the loftiest order — a
natural-born princess and lady, born
to a dominion greater than the Grange,
Her white robes mingle in their soft
folds with her friend's; her beautiful
hair, half fallen out of its braid, droops
upon Mary's hand ; her own hands are
clasped together, and she leans upon
them this soft fair cheek, with its faint
blush of colour, and watches with eyes
full of sweet thoughts how the tender
light recedes upon the stream. You
will say she is thinking perhaps, but
she is not thinking ; it is the idlest of
reveries which wraps its mist about
the mind of Zaidee. She is only trac-
ing the* parting light from point to
point— how it glides from the edge of
a bough, and steals away from those
wooing ripples in the river; how, find-
ing a crevice in the foliage, it throws
down a stealthy smile of kindness
within the gateway of those willows ;
and how the pliant branches stretch
along the stream to catch the latest
farewell of this lingering light. Zaidee
follows the ray with her eyes, as it
mounts from the surface of the water
in a longer and longer slant of depart-
ing glory. She is not thinking; neither
words nor call would be an interrup-
tion to her; her mind is only winding
its fancies playfully about the waning
light.
CHAPTER II. — THE WAT BEFOEE US.
"Now, away with you, you ro-
mancer," said Mary Cumberland, toss-
ing the book upon the table. "What
are you thinking of, Elizabeth? I
feel as if I could not be glad enough
that we have got a home at last."
"And by the river, Mary," said
her companion.
"And by the river ; but perhaps I
do not care so much for the river as
you do. I do care for home — and since
we left Ulm — I shall always have a
kind heart to Ulm, Lizzy, it was there
we met each other first— we have
wandered so long. I like to take a
firm hold of what is mine. I do not
care to go into raptures over other
people's pleasures ; and papa has
really bought this house, and it is ours
— really ours ; but I should rather it
was to be your house, Elizabeth,
than mine."
"It can never be my house, though,'7
said Zaidee, looking up with a smile.
" Why not? I am sure they like
you quite as well as they like me ;
indeed, to tell the truth, you have
been a better daughter to them," said
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Mary Cumberland, with a blush.
" Papa must leave it to you ; I will
tell him so. I should not care for it
so much as you would." .
" Why should he leave it to any
one ? " said Zaidee. " We all have
it together ; we live in it, and it belongs
to us all. You are not to think of any
change,"
"No," said Mary, dubiously. "No,"
she repeated, after a pause ; " but you
know it would be foolish not to con-
fess that there may be changes," con-
tinued Mary, with a slight and mo-
mentary embarrassment. " I suppose
we are not to be at home all our lives.
I suppose people are obliged to get
houses of their own, you know, some-
times, and cannot always be living
with a papa and a mamma."
Zaidee turned unmoved towards
her companion, and it was evident
she was not the person referred to.
She looked up to Mary with a little
anxiety. " I want you to tell me,"
said Zaidee. " They speak of Sylvo
so often. Will you — will you marry
Sylvo, Mary?"
Mary turned on her heel abruptly,
but after a moment came back again.
14 Will it be something very dreadful
if I do? " said Mary, shaking her curls
about her ears to hide a burning colour,
which was not the blush of happy
maidenly shame.
" No," said Zaidee, and it was now
her turn to hesitate — " no, indeed ; I
like him very well," was the final
conclusion she made, after a long
pause.
" But—" said Mary Cumberland.
u Oh, I know very well what but you
would say, Lizzy," cried her friend,
suddenly kneeling down beside her;
" he is not like me, and I do not care
for him, and a hundred other things.
How can I help it, then ? I suppose
he is just as good as other men. They
are all like the trees in a wood. You
know an oak from a birch, for you
were brought up among them, but I
can never tell any difference. I do
not care for any one out of this house.
I am afraid I do not love any one very
much, but Aunt Burtonshaw and you.
If it must be, why should it not be
Sylvo ? I cannot help myself."
There was a little silence after that,
jiml they sat looking out, the two
heads close together, on the full stream,
which began to glimmer darkly in the
waning evening light. After a long
pause Mary spoke again.
"It used to be an old Utopia of
mine, when I was quite a girl," said
Mary, drawing close to her friend, and
speaking very low — " after all the
trials I have had, Elizabeth, with my
own mind, and with other people, I
used to think, if ever I was married, it
would only be to a wise man — a wise
man, a true man, Lizzy — some one
that might be respected to the very
heart. I don't know all your rubbish
about love ; I don't understand it, you
know ; but I should like to honour
him — that is what I want to do. Am
I not very foolish? I say what I
want to do, yet I know I shall never
do it all my life."
"I would if I were you," said
Zaidee, quickly.
"Would you?" cried Mary, and
Mary clapped her hands, springing
up with sudden mirth and delight.
" Marry Sylvo, then, Lizzy ! do ! I
will thank you all my life. He is a
very good fellow, and he will be very
glad, I am sure ; and if you would
honour him, why, you might be very
happy, and set everything right."
But Zaidee only smiled as she raised
her stooping head in its unconscious
grace. "He is very good and very
kind, poor Sylvo," cried Zaidee ; "he
ought to have some one who cares for
him, Mary— not you nor me."
"He ought ! " cried Sylvo's elected
bride. "I think he would be very
well off, begging your pardon, prin-
cess. I confess I was only thinking of
myself," said Mary, ruefully, after
another little pause. "I wish you
would let me be content, Elizabeth ; I
am quite content. He is as good as
any one else : everybody wishes it ;
and .then I am growing too old for
Utopias. I might be thinking of obe-
dience, perhaps, who knows, if I came
so far as honour, and that would not
answer me; and after I have accom-
plished my sacrifice, Lizzy, then it
will be your turn."
"My turn?" Zaidee's smile ran
into a little quiet laugh. " It will be
time enough when somebody asks me.
Mary."
So it would— that was undeniable,
and both the girls marvelled over this
a little silently within themselves.
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Zaidee was no longer Miss Francis,
Mary's companion, but Miss Eliza-
beth Cumberland, the adopted daugh-
ter of the house. This honour had
been procured for her by the inadvert-
ent compliment of a stranger, who,
ignorant that one of the two young
ladies he saw was not the child of the
family, had complimented Mrs Cum-
berland on her beautiful daughter's
resemblance to herself. Mrs Cum-
berland was greatly complimented by
this, for Zaidee's growing beauty was
already the pride of the household, and
it was but a small trial to the young exile
to part a second time with her name.
Thus her position was greatly changed
in every way, and indeed it was only
the friends of the family who were
aware that she was not in reality
the daughter of those kind and whim-
sical people. But in spite of this,
and in spite of her unusual beauty, it
was certain that Zaidee had not yet
met, in her own person, with the
usual romance of youth. Mrs Cum-
berland's experience in woman's heart
had deceived her, as it happened.
Zaidee had neither loved nor grieved
after the fashion which her patroness
predicted for her: her " fate" had
not appeared yet out of the heavens ;
and while Mary's suitors had been
many, Zaidee, one-and-twenty years
old, had none. She was slightly
surprised at this herself, it must be
confessed : she had no thought of her
own beauty, but still wondered a little
at her exemption from the universal
lot. She was fancy-free, in the widest
sense of the word ; she had only her
own sweet pure thoughts for her com-
panions, as she went and came in her
daily course, and never yet had ap-
proached in the most distant way the
great question of young life.
" We are to meet some very dis-
tinguished people, Lizzy," cried Mary
Cumberland, " where we are going
to-morrow— not people of rank, you
know, but people who are very fatigu-
ing, notwithstanding, — authors and
artists arid people of science, and I
am not sure that there is not a patriot.
You ought to go rather than me : it
pleases you, and I am so weary of
papa's nonsense; I mean of papa's
philosophy — I don't mean anything
undutiful— it is quite the same."
" But it does not please me very
much," said Zaidee, with a reserva-
tion. " I do not think I care for
philosophy either; but you will like
it when you go."
" Well, now, when Sylvo talks, he
talks of things," said Mary Cumber-
land, musingly ; " it is not of this
one's poem or that one's sonnet. I
like gossip better. I like to hear of
who is born, and who is married,
rather than of verses which are ' nice,'
and stories which are not appreciated.
Nobody sends Sylvo a poem to criti-
cise, nobody thinks of asking his opi-
nion on a work of art. When Sylvo
is excited, it must be about something
that has happened — it is sure not to
be about a new book ; and that is far
best for me, Elizabeth. It is, indeed,
I can tell you. I like everything to
be true."
" Do you see the moon ? " said
Zaidee.
" Do I see the moon ? But that is
not answering me. The moon is be-
hind the house yonder, shining upon
papa's table that he keeps for the
spirits. Suppose it should dance along
to us now, it would convert me, I
think ; but I am speaking of Syl-
vo, Elizabeth, and you speak of the
moon."
" Because I see her yonder glim-
mering on the river," said Zaidee.
" I think there is many a thing true
besides being born and being married.
Dying, too, that is truest of all ; but
stories are made of these things,
Mary, as well as life."
" I cannot help it. I am hopeless,
I suppose," said Mary, shrugging her
shoulders. " You can listen yet, by
the hour, to Jane and her tales. I can
bear Jane. I like gossip very much —
it is a great refreshment to me — and
so do you ; but I cannot bear to hear
a parcel of stupid verses gravely dis-
cussed, as if they were things far more
important than common life. Aunt
Burtonshaw is worth all the authors
in the world ; they think their inven-
tion is quite an improvement on Pro-
vidence. I can tolerate Sylvo, Eliza-
beth. I can put up with him; he is
just as good as any other; but if mam-
ma, by chance, had lighted on some
famous author for me — some distin-
guished person, some genius ! I ought
to be very thankful. I could never
have tolerated that ! "
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And Mary, shrugging her shoulders
once more, complained of the cold,
and left the window, to ring the bell
for lights. A low night -wind had
crept upon the river, crisping its
flooded surface into rippling waves,
and the moonlight shone and glisten-
ed upon it, clearing a little circle of
silvery light and motion from the
dark surface of the stream. The
breeze sighed through the gateway of
those willow trees, the hush of night
came down upon land and water.
Specks of light came glittering into
the windows of the scattered houses
on the banks. Zaidee was content to
sit there at her post, while Mary
wandered about the room, singing as
she went, waiting for light to take her
book again. Zaidee was idle in her
calm of heart. Sun and moon went
over her as they went over the river ;
she lost her time, as a mind at ease is
glad to lose it, watching all those slow
gradations, those changes so softly
blended into each other which passed
upon the sky : it was but a confined
bit of sky, with all those branches
throwing across it their pleasant in-
terruption ; but it was doubled on the
river, and it was quite enough for the
tranquillity of Zaidee's dream.
CHAPTER III. — MAIDEN MEDITATIONS.
The sun has risen again upon a
cloudless summer -day, and has shone
unweariedly all the morning and
through the noon upon the glowing
Thames. Boats have been passing
upon the river, and a continual flush
and glory of sunbeams has given ani-
mation to all the scene. The willows
throw their shadows upon the water ;
the water, which since last night has
somewhat retreated, makes playful
rushes at their uncovered feet ; under
the acacia the wind blows cool and
fresh, dropping the blossoms upon
Zaidee's hair. Mary has just gone
with her father and mother to the
party of " distinguished people," for
it is a summer daylight party, a de-
jeuner, which last night she anticipat-
ed so ruefully, and Zaidee has been left
at home to receive Aunt Burtoushaw,
who is to return with her son from Syl-
vo's " place" to-day.
All by herself under the acacia,
with the white blossoms dropping on
her hair, Zaidee sits in her idle mood,
her calm of heart and thought ; behind
her the great bow-window is open,
and Mary's pretty bouquet lies on the
marble step, where Mary dropped it
in her haste. The room is vacant
within, and the great silent mirror
takes cognisance of every movement
of that beautiful figure on the lawn,
of every waving bend of the foliage
above her, and every petal it sheds
upon her head. Zaidee's mind is like
the mirror, silent, open, calm, reflect-
ing everything about her with a pass-
ive observation. The river flows
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through her dream, the sun shines in
it, the willows rustle on the silver
wave. Through the arch of those
long drooping boughs glimpses of the
opposite bank and of the sky come
in, to connect the populated earth and
the great heaven with this fairy
scene. She is not doing anything.
She wants her eyes, but she does not
want her mind, in this sweet quiet of
hers. There is a book upon the grass,
but Mary, and notZaidee, has brought
it there. The running of the great
river is music and story together to
this girl. She wants no further oc-
cupation ; if any far-sighted neigh-
bour ventures to criticise, she wots not
of it in her pleasant self-forgetting.
Zaidee is quite alone — so much alone,
that neither the past nor the future
are with her. She is pausing on the
present moment, idle, acquiescent,
solitary, in a sweet reverie of musing,
without thought.
For Zaidee's young life has out-
worn the past. Fresh in her recollec-
tion^ succession of strange scenes, in
which she can hardly believe herself
the principal actor, are those days
and months of struggle and suffering
with which the poor child accomplish-
ed her innocent sacrifice. Now it is
so long accomplished, that all that
flush of girlish heroism which carried
her through the trouble of the time,
has fallen back to a shadow in her
memory. Only one thing is warm in
her heart— an unknown and pent-up
force, which will never get issue, as
she believes— her love for her old
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home, and all who are in it. Zaidee%
heart beats high when she hears the
name of Vivian; her cheek flushes
when she reads her father's and his
father's name — silent witnesses to her
relinquished right to bear her own ;
and her busy imagination will some-
times still exhaust itself with wonders
and schemes to make herself Zaidee
Vivian once more. Sometimes, too,
she dreams of meeting with her own
friends in her disguised name and
strange position, and wonders if any
shadow of recognition would come to
them when they saw her. But she
has heard nothing of them since she
left the Grange; they have been dead
to her, as she has been dead to them,
for all these years. She knows none
of the great changes which have come
upon the household, nor could believe
how they take account of her in all
their family doings, nor what a mar-
vellous revolution that will of Grand-
father Vivian's, which in her simple
heart she believes to have rendered
harmless, has wrought in the ancient
family home. The secresy with which
she has been obliged to surround her
private history has given a strong and
vivid force to the leading features of
her life. As dearly as ever, and with a
pensive visionary tenderness as we
love the dead, does Zaidee love her
lost friends ; and with a proud thrill,
every time she uncovers her Bible, she
feels the inheritance which father and
grandfather have left to her. But Zai-
dee's memory has retained only these
leading principles ; it has not retained
its first dread of discovery, its first
agony of sorrow : her young fair life
is freed of its bondage— she has not re-
linquished all human possibilities and
hopes, as she thought she had done,
and intended to do. It is an inalien-
able possession this fresh spring of ex-
istence; it will not yield to any resolu-
tion of youthful despair: but one
thing she has certainly succeeded in
doing ; her journey abroad, and her
adoption by this kind family, have
certainly been as good for her purpose
as if she had died.
And thus sits Zaidee, conscious
of the past, unaware and uninvesti-
gating what the future may bring to
her, though the touch of this very
next to-morrow, which she antici-
pates without fear, may give the
electric thrill of life once more to alU
her difficulties and dangers— though
she may discover an hour hence how
bootless all her sacrifice has been,
and may be thrown again -into utter
perplexity how to do justice, how to
hinder wrong. Zaidee wots nothing
of this — she never thinks of her own
complicated position, nor how it would
hap with her if tardy love came woo-
ing to her bower. The acacia bloom
lies motionless where it falls upon the
-beautiful heacLwhich is so still in this
daylight dream — the softest calm and
fragrance are about Zaidee — there is
not a breath of evil to mar her perfect
repose.
But this maiden meditation is broken
by a noisy arrival ; by Aunt Burton-
shaw in her bright ribbons, and Sylvo
bronzed and bearded still. Sylvo has
made no great progress beyond his
student period — he is some years
older, but not a great deal wiser, nor
much changed. But now he has
a place in Essex— is a country gen-
tleman ; and it is hoped, when " he
settles in life," as all his friends are
so anxious he should do, that Sylvo
will make a very respectable squire,
a good representative 'of the order.
Aunt Burtonshaw has been on an
errand of investigation to see that the
place is in good order — she has come
home in great spirits, delighted with
it and with her son, but somewhat
anxious withal. " My dear," says
Aunt Burtonshaw, " Mary is a dear,
good child— she only needs to know
Sylvo a little better to be quite happy
with him. You don't suppose I would
desire anything that was not to make
Mary happy? and I hope we shall
have it all over soon, my love. The
very next estate to Sylvo's there is a
young man who has been travelling
among the savages — the real savages,
my dear, who eat beefsteaks without
cooking, and dress— I cannot mention
how they dress. You will not believe
it, but Sylvo has got quite intimate
with this neighbour of his, and unless
we can persuade Mary to let it be
soon, I am very much afraid of Sylvo
setting out to Africa with his new
friend. Shooting, you know, and go-
ing where nobody has ever been be-
fore, and all sorts of adventure — and
think of Sylvo turning savage, going
barefooted, and dressing one can't
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•* say how, as that Mr Mansfield says
he used to eft ! Polite travel is quite
a different thing. In my day, Eliza-
beth, the young men of education
went abroad to finish. But to live
in a mud hut, and put butter on
one's hair ! — and Sylvo might be
tempted to do it — Sylvo was quite
charmed with Mr Mansfield ! I
assure you I am quite anxious to
have it all over, and see Sylvo
settled down." *
As Mrs Burtonsha^speaks, a little
puff of blue smoke, visible among the
trees, gives note where Sylvo smokes
his cigar. His mother's eyes travel
forth anxiously towards this point.
" My Sylvo will make a good hus-
band, Elizabeth — he has always been
a good son," says Mrs Burtonshaw ;
" and I thank Providence there is no-
thing here to put savage adventures
into his head. Mr Mansfield has
written a book, you know, and has
really the most beautiful collection of
birds, and no nonsense about him,
Sylvo says. Ah, Elizabeth ! Maria
Anna does not know how much harm
she has done. Sylvo would never
have taken this into his head if it had
not been for all those people who
talk about books and poems. But
then what a comfort that Mary is of
the same mind, my dear ! "
And as Mary tried to persuade her-
tself into content with Sylvester, Aunt
Burtonshaw talked down her misgiv-
ings about the wandering inclinations
of her boy. She brightened immedi-
ately, describing Sylvo's " place," how
comfortable and commodious it was,
how elegant Mary might make it if
she pleased. Then so near town, and
so easily reached — every circumstance
of good fortune combined to make
Sylvo's place the most desirable place
in the world. Good society, too, and
even that Mr Mansfield, a very good
neighbour if he would not lead Sylvo
away. If Sylvo was settled, of course
heading away would be quite out of
the question ; with a wife, and such a
wife as Mary! the wilds of Africa
would no longer have any attraction
as compared with home. " For you
see the poor boy has positively no
home just now, when I am so much
here," continued Mrs Burtonshaw, in
her perplexity : "my love, you must
help me to persuade Mary to have it
over soon."
The drawing-room was full of the
gay summer light, and the breeze came
in at the open window full of sweet
sounds and fragrance— but the great
mirror that reflected the little stream
of smoke among the trees which mark-
ed the luxurious retirement of Sylvo,
reflected also the anxious face of his
mother as she walked up and down
before it disclosing her fears and per-
plexities, and Zaidee sitting by in
silent sympathy.
"I think Mary will make up her
mind," said Zaidee. " We were speak-
ing only last night of Sylvo. Sylvo is
very good and very kind, Aunt Bur-
tonshaw— he will never harm any one
wherever he goes."
" Harm, my dear ! no, indeed, Eli-
zabeth ; no fear of that," said his con-
cerned mother; " but some one may
harm him, my love. To think now that
we should choose that place in Essex,
just close upon that Mr Mansfield. I
do wish he had stayed away a year or
two longer among his savages ; and I
do think it is a great shame to let
such people write books, and lead
away simple young men. All young
men are fond of adventure, you
know — it is quite natural ; but there
ought to be some law to suppress
those ' travels that only put evil in
people's heads. You may be sure my
Sylvo did not admire the savages at
all, till he came to know Mr Mans-
field. It is just Sylvo's fancy, I sup-
pose— every one has some fancy of
his own."
CHAPTER IV.— SYLVO.
Aunt Burtonshaw is busy with
some housekeeping business, investi-
gating what everybody has been do-
ing during her absence, holding up
her hands in amazement at the extra-
ordinary new cooking apparatus put
up for certain economical experiments
which Mr Cumberland has in his
mind to try, condoling with the indig-
nant ruler of the kitchen, visiting her
feathered family in a little poultry-
yard fitted up with the most luxuri-
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ous appliances, and, last of all, making
a pilgrimage to Mary's room, to leave
upon Mary's table a pretty trifle she
has brought for her. These pleasant
surprises are quite in Aunt Burton -
shaw's way — she is always bringing
presents to her favourites ; and even
Zaidee's store of ornaments, supplied
by the same kind hand, is far from
contemptible. While Aunt Burton-
shaw goes about the house thus in
her pleasant kindly bustle, Sylvo has
joined Zaidee in the drawing-room.
Sylvo sits in a great chair, stretching
his long limbs across the breadth of
the open window. The only thing
that could enhance Sylvo's comfort at
this moment is a cigar — an impossible
indulgence here ; so he is content to
watch his companion instead. Zaidee
is seated on a low chair, her soft muslin
dress falling upon the carpet in a maze
of folds, and her beautiful head stoop-
ing over the work she has in her
hands. The young gentleman has an
indolent satisfaction in looking at
her — she is as good as a cigar.
44 So Mary could not stay to wel-
come us, but you could: what's the
reason, now?" said Sylvo. Sylvo
looked somewhat complacent, and
extremely satisfied with his beautiful
companion.
" Mary is Miss Cumberland, and I
am only Miss Elizabeth," said Zaidee,
smiling at Sylvo's reflection in the
mirror. The mirror was malicious,
and gave a shade of ridicule to its re-
presentation of this indolent hero,
omitting no detail of him from his
clump of mustache and look of
satisfaction to the boots which occu-
pied the foreground in the faithful
picture.
44 When are you girls coming to
see my place ? " said Sylvo. " There's
Mansfield, now, a famous fellow —
he'd like to see you, I know."
44 Aunt Burtonshaw does not like
him, Sylvo," said Zaidee.
" My mother has told you all that
already, has she?" said Sylvo, with a
ha-ha from behind his mustache,
which sounded as1 if from a long way
off. " What would she give, now,
do you think, to any one who could
keep me at home ? "
"It would make her very glad,"
said Zaidee. " I know that, too ;
but people may be savages at home
as well as in Africa, I think, espe-
cially when your friend knows the
way."
44 1 say, none of that, now! " said
Sylvo, u or I shall think you as bad
as Mary. So you know, do you?
They are perpetually conspiring to
marry Mary and me, who don't care
a straw for each other. I'd rather
marry you a long way — will you have
me?"
" I !— what should I do with you,
Sylvo ? " said Zaidee, looking up in
genuine astonishment.
44 Do with me?— more than any-
body else could, I can tell you. Why,
you could keep me at home, and make
a man of me. Mary's a very good
girl, I don't deny it ; but you're a
regular beauty, Elizabeth!— now, you
know you are."
44 Am I ? " Zaidee took the com-
pliment with perfect equanimity, and
laughed a little low laugh to her-
self as she glanced at Sylvo in the
mirror. Sylvo began to be very red,
and not quite comfortable. He drew
in his long limbs, and became more
upright in his chair. 44 1 suppose
you don't mind what I say to you — I
am not fine enough for you," said
Sylvo; The great fellow was decidedly
sulky, and no longer thought Zaidee-
as good as a cigar.
44 1 do mind what you. say," said
Zaidee, raising her head with uncon-
scious dignity; 4t but I am not a child
now, you know, and there are some
things which must not be said to me.
Do not go away with Mr Mansfield,
Sylvo — Aunt Burtonshaw will be so
much disappointed if you leave her
again ; and I am sure there is nowhere
so good as home."
u Much you care whether I go or
stay," said the mortified Sylvo, with
a growl, as he lifted himself out of
his chair, and stood direct between
Zaidee and the light. He had no
idea that his great shadow made an
end of her fine needlework. He shook
himself a little like a great dog,
growled under his breath, and looked
out upon the river for a new idea,
The new idea at last dawned upon
him, but it was not an original one.
44 I'll go and have a cigar," said Sylvo,
as he strode forth upon the lawn, and
went away to his haunt among the
trees. The complacency and the sa-
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tisfaction had equally vanished from
Sylvo's face. He swore a small oath
— what the deuce did she stay in for,
then?— lighted one cigar and tossed
it into the river — amused himself with
the hiss of indignation with which it
disappeared — lighted another, and
gradually composed himself into re-
turning good-humour with its conso-
latory influences. The river, bland
and impartial, gave all the music to
Sylvo's soul which it had given this
morning to the soul of Zaidee. If
these two made different uses of it,
the result was an indifferent matter
to the Thames, which wandered at its
own sweet will, and heeded none of
the evanescent human moods chiming
in with its perennial tide. Sylvo Bur-
tonshaw, stretching out his lazy length
upon the greensward, made his own
use of this great melody ; it soothed
him out of his annoyance, and it
soothed him into a cordial half-hour's
repose.
Zaidee did not fare quite so well
when she was left alone. Then the
consciousness which had not come
soon enough to embarrass this inter-
view came very strongly in shame,
and annoyance, and a feeling of friend-
ship betrayed. She had done nothing,
certainly, to divert from Mary, who
was very indifferent to them, the
thoughts of Sylvester; but it was at
once disagreeable, and ludicrous, and
embarrassing, the position in which
she found herself. Sylvo was Mary's
property— a lawful chattel— yet had
thought proper to put himself at the
disposal of another. Sylvo had been
virtually engaged for three long years
to his cousin, and his cousin was
making up her mind reluctantly to
put up with him, when, lo ! Sylvo
took the matter in his own hands, and
made a choice independent of Mary.
Zaidee glanced into the mirror which
reflected in its silent panorama the
waving boughs upon the water- side
and the smoke of Sylvo's cigar. In
its pictured breadth herself was the
principal object, sitting in her low
chair, with her soft dress sweeping
round her. Zaidee met the glance of
her own eyes as she looked into the
mirror, and shrank from them with a
momentary shyness and a rising blush.
She did not know what to think
of Sylvo's compliment now when it
returned upon her. She was quite
familiar with her own face, and knew
when she looked ill and when she
looked well as well as another ; but
she faltered somewhat at this moment,
and had an uneasy consciousness as
she looked at herself. She felt that
she would rather not take this ques-
tion into consideration, or decide what
a " regular beauty" meant.
But there, in this reflected land-
scape, is good aunt Burtonshaw cross-
ing the lawn. Aunt Burtonshaw
comes towards the house from the
direction of that little pennon of smoke,
which, however, is no longer to be
seen among the trees. Very guilty
feels Zaidee, bending with doubled
assiduity over her delicate work, hop-
ing Aunt Burtonshaw will not look at
her, and eager not to betray herself.
But the good lady pauses now and
then in her way across that beautiful
slope of greensward, and, picking up
the book from the grass where Mary
had left it this morning, and where
Zaidee has permitted it to lie, shakes
her head in disapproval, as she turns
round for a moment to the window.
Then she stands still, book in hand,
below the acacia, where the evening
sun comes sweetly on her, and the
breeze ruffles her bright ribbons, look-
ing down the river for her favourite's
return. Zaidee shrinks within the
window, and more than ever labours
at her needle, not anxious either for
AuntBurtonshaw's entrance or Mary's
return. What can Sylvo be about
that there is no smoke among the
trees ? Sylvo is not much like a love-
sick suitor given to meditation and
melancholy. Is he so much cast
down that he finds no comfort in
his cigar? While Mrs Burtonshaw
watches under the acacia, Zaidee
grows distressed and nervous over
her needlework. Poor Sylvo ! he
ought not to be always laughed at —
he ought not to be rejected cavalierly,
or put up with as a necessity — it is not
fair — he is good enough to have some
one care for him. Zaidee has great
compunctions as she looks to these
trees, longing vainly to see the ascend-
ing smoke. Now comes Mrs Burton-
shaw leisurely towards the terrace,
with the book in one hand, and in the
other a sprig of sweet-brier. Zaidee
is sure Mrs Burtonshaw will call to
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her, " What is the matter with Sylvo?
the poor boy is moping by himself
among the trees," when she comes
near enough — and the young culprit
feels quite guilty and afraid.
But Mrs Burtonshaw is within
reach of the window, and has not
called to her, and at last comes in
quite leisurely, as if nothing was the
matter. " I thought Sylvo was sit-
ting here with you, my dear," says
Mrs Burtonshaw ; " and where do
you think I found the lazy great
fellow? not even smoking — lying
all his length on the grass, fast
asleep."
Mrs Burtonshaw did not quite un-
derstand the tremulous laughter —
which was quite as much at herself
and her own vain apprehensions as at
Sylvo — with which Zaidee greeted
this announcement ; but the good lady
went into the room to replace the
book she carried, without the least
note of Zaidee's unsuspected embar-
rassment. " I daresay he finds it
dull waiting, poor fellow," said Mrs
Burtonshaw ; " he wants to see Mary
—it is quite natural. It is six months
now since they met, my dear. I think
my Sylvo is improved, and I hope
Mary will think so. Oh, Elizabeth, my
love ! if I only saw those two stand
together hand in hand, I think I should
care for nothing more in this world."
Poor Zaidee, who could have
laughed and cried in the same breath,
as she varied between regret at Aunt
Burtonshaw's disappointment and a
sense of the ludicrous, could make no
answer. Mrs Burtonshaw had the
whole of the conversation to keep up
by herself.
" Everything is so suitable, you
know," continued this kind schemer;
" and, my dear child, I only wish I
saw as good a settlement for you as I
do for Mary. There are, no doubt, a
great many people who admire you,
Elizabeth, but you must not be led
away by that, my dear. I would
almost as soon be married for my
money as married for my beauty, if I
were you. People may admire you,
and be proud of you, without any real
regard for you. You must take great
care, and we must take care for you,
my dear child."
CHAPTER V. — DISAPPOINTMENT.
44 What do they mean, I wonder? "
They were only Sylvo and Aunt Bur-
tonshaw, but they were enough to fill
Zaidee's mind with novel thoughts.
She sat again in this second twilight
by the window, looking out upon the
darkening river, and into the dim and
glimmering world, which the night
wind kept in perpetual motion in the
mirror on the wall. Was she then in
danger of being sought for her beauty?
Had this strange and much-prized
gift come all unawares to her ? With
a natural humility which would not
receive this strange doctrine, Zaidee
shyly threw it off, and her cheek
burned with a blush of shame for the
dawning vanity. Her mind was
stirred and disquieted ; she had lost
the calmness of her morning reverie.
Years had passed over her since dis-
turbing events were in Zaidee's life.
Since then she had seen half of the
countries of the Continent, had learned
a gradual youthful experience, and
had come to many conclusions of her
own. But since she recovered from
her illness, and put away Grandfather
Vivian's sacred legacy, her days
had known no occurrence to startle
them into maturity. As she sat by
the window alone in this English
home by the Thames, she looked
around and behind her with an inde-
finite awe. It seemed the eve of
some discovery — the beginning of
some new estate. She could not an-
swer the vague presentiment which
ran through her mind echoing and
questioning. Something surely was
about to happen to her — her placid
life was to be disturbed once more.
But now there is a sound of arrival
without, and some one hurries in to
light the drawing-room. Zaidee rises
slowly, not very eager for this one
night to meet with Mary Cumberland ;
but before she has reached the door
she is arrested by a loud exclamation
of disappointment. "Not come home
— left behind ! Why did you leave
Mary behind, Maria Anna ? I know
the dear child would never stay of
herself when she knew her old aunt
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Elizabeth was waiting for her — and at
so important a time ! Why did you
leave Mary behind ? "
" My dear Elizabeth, I am rejoiced
to see you," said Mrs Cumberland,
" and you too, Sylvo. You forget
how delicate I am, my dear boy,
when you shake hands so fiercely.
Yes, it was foolish of Mary to stay
behind, but the society is delightful ;
there is a large party staying there,
and it is, I assure you, only for her
good. There is a note somewhere
that she wrote for you, and one for
Elizabeth ; my love, you will find
them in the great bag with my things.
Was it not a sweet disinterested
thing of this child to stay at home
for you, Elizabeth ? — and she would
have been so delighted had she been
there."
As Mrs Cumberland spoke, Sylvo's
sidelong glance sought Zaidee once
more ; he could not persuade himself
that his manifold attractions had not
something to do with this staying at
home.
" Extraordinary thing, now, sister
Burtonshaw, that / can't succeed as
I hear other people do," said Mr
Cumberland, who had hastened to
his favourite table, and was delicately
manipulating this stubborn piece of
furniture which would not speak.
"Mrs What - do -you- call -her — that
professor's wife, Maria Anna? — carries
on a conversation — positive conversa-
tion, I tell you — by means of just
such another table ; and that other
lanky poet, who looks so like a
weaver, spins the thing about like a
living creature. Very odd that it
will do nothing for me! — extremely
odd that there is no recognition of my
conscientious endeavours ! Hush !
did you hear a rap, sister Burton-
shaw ? Silence ! are there any spirits
here?"
u Are you mad, Mr Cumberland?"
cried poor Mrs Burtonshaw, gazing
aghast upon the great fathomless
blank of the mirror. " For mercy's
sake, do not frighten us out of the
house with your spirits and your raps !
Are you not afraid to tempt Provi-
dence ? It is a sin — I am sure it is ;
but Maria Anna always will give in
to you."
" A sin, sister Elizabeth ?" said the
philosopher briskly ; " we have just
had a discussion on that subject.
The poet says it's sorcery, and that
the old gentleman down below has a
hand in it. Somebody else says there's
no such person : his satanic majesty
is the grand Mrs Harris. The devil's
exploded, Sylvo ! By the way, now,
there's a curious question in meta-
physics. Hallo! where are you
going, sister Burtonshaw?"
"I am going to read my dear
child's note — a great deal better than
listening to you talking wickedness,
Mr Cumberland," said Mrs Burton-
shaw with unusual severity. " I say
it is all a great sin, your rapping and
your manifestations. Do you mean
to say it is right to bring up an evil
spirit into a rosewood table, and set
it dancing all over a Christian draw-
ing-room ? I will not have my Sylvo
taught such lessons. Do you call
that nature ? — if it is, she ought to
be ashamed of herself; and when I
want to hear where you have left my
sweet Mary, and how the dear child
was persuaded to stay, and a hundred
other things — to talk of a spirit, and
sorcery, and the evil one himself! —
at night too! I daresay that child
will not sleep all night thinking of it.
My love, come here out of the dark,
and sit by me."
Zaidee rose from her corner very
quietly, and obeyed. Mrs Cumber-
land was reclining on a sofa. Mr
Cumberland, seated before his sacred
table, was playing daintily upon it
with the tips of his fingers. Sylvo
stood by, his great figure oversha-
dowing his uncle, and with a set of
the finest teeth in the world appear-
ing under his clump of mustache.
"You should see Mansfield," said
Sylvo; "Mansfield knows a lot of
fetish tricks. He's a capital fellow,
uncle ; shall I bring him here ?"
" Why should you bring Mr Mans-
field here, Sylvo ?" said his mother,
interposing, struck by the dreaded
name, though she held Mary's letter
open in her hand. " Mr Mansfield is
Sylvo's next neighbour, Maria Anna.
He has been travelling ever since he
was a boy. He is a young man,
with no ties, you know — nothing to
keep him at home ; and all that he
cares for is savage life, where there
is no such thing as cookery or costume
either, Mr Cumberland — where all
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the great people do for a grand toilet " My princess, I am to stay for a
day," said Mary's note. " You will
be surprised, no doubt, though I don't
see anything wonderful in it. The
people are very pleasant people, and
are kind, and want me to stay. I
am not often away from home, and
though very likely it will not turn out
a pleasure, I may as well try. I have
no time now, as mamma is just start-
ing. I intended to have written an
hour ago, but have been obliged to
listen to an author talking. Such
quantities of talk they do here; Lizzy,
and roar you like any nightingale ;
for I give you to wit I am in the
midst of a menagerie — one genuine
lion and a great many make-believes.
No more time. I am to be home the
day after to-morrow. In the greatest
haste, mamma waiting and papa call-
ing, good night. M. C."
" Mary is sure to have told you who
we met, my love, so I need not enlarge
upon him," said Mrs Cumberland.
" It was quite unexpected ; but since
he has come, they will not let him
away. He said positively he would
not stay at first, but afterwards
yielded. He was very polite, and
took Mary in to dinner. Well, of
course, it was not called dinner, you
know, but quite the same thing, my
dear. Their rooms are very small ;
they had a great tent on the lawn,
and Mary enjoyed the party, I am
sure. I am glad to see Mary's taste
improving, Elizabeth. I believe it
is your influence, my dear child. She
seemed quite pleased with this very
refined and intellectual company to-
day, and kept up quite an animated
conversation. With such a com-
panion, you will say, it is no great
is to put a pot of butter on their
heads, and where you lie on a mud
couch, and walk barefooted, and for-
get there is a civilised country in the
world. It is all freedom and liberty,
he says. I don't understand what
freedom means, I suppose. Sylvo,
I tell you you are not to bring any
savages here."
The perspective view of Sylvo's ad-
mirable teeth enlarges a little, while
Mr Cumberland glances up from his
inaudible piano-playing on the table.
" I beg your pardon, sister Burton-
shaw ; Sylvo's friend shall be very
welcome — a genuine savage is a rare
creature," said Mr Cumberland.
"What do you call fetish tricks,
Sylvo? — ignorance is always con-
temptuous, my boy — observances of
an ancient religion, perhaps. Let
us have this Mr Mansfield, by all
means. I am a candid man, sister
Elizabeth. I believe there are a
thousand truths of Nature which a
savage could teach me."
" Did you say a savage, Elizabeth?"
said Mrs Cumberland, brightening a
little out of the doze which it pleased
her to call languor. " Would he wear
his costume, do you think? — foreigners
are so plentiful in society now, and
we are all so conventional — there is
no freshness in the civilised world.
A true child of the woods ! Yes,
Sylvo, my dear boy, you must bring
him here."
" Elizabeth, come to my room,"
said Mrs Burtonshaw, in indignant
haste. "I can bear a good deal,
Maria Anna, but a saint could not
bear all this, you know. I am going
to my own room to read my dear
child's letter. When Mary is here wonder ; but she has always avoided
there is always some discretion in the our distinguished visitors heretofore,
house. She ca_n give things their My dear child, I know you were never
insensible to the claims of genius, but
Mary has always followed her Aunt
Burtonshaw so closely. I never saw
her so interested as she was by this
most charming young man to-day."
"By whom, Maria Anna?" cried
Mrs Burtonshaw, in a voice of terror.
Mrs Burtonshaw had read her letter,
and could not be sulky ; so, as it
chanced, she re-entered the room in
time to hear the conclusion of this
speech. " Who was Mary interested
in, did you say ? I don't understand
proper value. Elizabeth, when you
are ready you can come to me."
And Mrs Burtonshaw hurried to
her own apartment to read Mary's
letter without interruption. Zaidee,
whose attention was not so easily
disturbed, had already read hers, and
was puzzled by it. It was not
quite like Mary ; Zaidee did not
know how to understand either the
unexpected staying behind, or the
little epistle which professed to ex-
plain it.
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mean, for my part.
You go on sacrificing everything for
the whim of the moment. There is
my Sylvo," said Mrs Burtonshaw,
lowering her voice ; " you tell him he
is to bring his friend here, that Mr
Mansfield who is tempting the poor
boy away ; and you come home quite
calmly, and leave my sweet Mary,
and talk of her being interested, and
of charming young men. I cannot
help being quite shocked, Maria
Anna ! I cannot understand what you
all mean."
CHAP. VI. — A CHANGE OF OPINION.
During the following day the mir-
ror on the wall of Mr Cumberland's
drawing-room reflected a most dis-
turbed and solicitous face, surrounded
with the pretty lace and bright ribbons
of Mrs Burtonshaw. The good lady
could not veil her anxiety. She was
constantly looking out from her win-
dow, or making pilgrimages to the
lawn for a little view of the road by
which Mary, tired of her visit, possibly
might return. But Mary, as it seemed,
was not tired of her visit, for that
evening there came a note desiring
that she might be sent for on the fol-
lowing night — not sooner. Mrs Bur-
tonshaw was much perplexed and
troubled ; she stood at the open win-
dow watching the little blue pennon
of smoke from Sylvo's retreat among
the trees, and grieving herself at
thought of the visions of savagery and
wild adventure with which the deserted
lover might be solacing his solitude.
The most alarming visions of charming
young men assailed Mrs Burtonshaw's
fancy ; she beheld her dearest Mary in
imagination beset by as many suitors
as the heroine of the song, " Wooing at
her, pu'ing at her." The Scotch lan-
guage was an unintelligible language
to this anxious mother; she did not
quote the classic lyric, but she appro-
priated the idea, and it filled her with
inexpressible terror.
" You see, my love, one never can
answer for such things," says the dis-
tressed Mrs Burtonshaw. " Three
days ! I have known a great deal of
mischief done in three days, Elizabeth.
People get to feel quite like old
friends when they spend a day or two
together in the country. Why was
Maria Anna so foolish? — of course,
the dear child could not know her
own danger. Why, my dear, I have
known men quite clever enough to
have everything over, and a poor girl
engaged to be married, in three days!"
" But you always say Mary is so
sensible — and so she is, aunt Burton-
shaw," said Zaidee.
" Yes, my love," said Mrs Burton-
shaw, shaking her head, " but I am
sorry to say good sense is not always
a protection. In these matters, Eliza-
beth— it is quite extraordinary — the
wisest people do the most foolish
things. If I only had come a day
sooner ! I never ought to go away
from home — Maria Anna is so thought-
less— there is no one to take care of
my sweet Mary when I am away."
The time of Mrs Burtonshaw's
anxiety, however, came to an end; the
second day rose and shone, and dark-
ened into twilight, and Mrs Burton-
shaw herself gave orders for the car-
riage which was to bring Mary home.
When it was quite ready, this anxious
guardian threw a great shawl over
Zaidee, tied a boa round her neck,
kissed her, and pleaded in a whisper
that she should go for the truant.
" And tell me if you see any one tak-
ing leave of her, my love," said the
suspicious Mrs Burtonshaw. It was a
beautiful summer night, just after sun-
set, and Zaidee was not unwilling.
This quiet drive through these plea-
sant dewy lanes and along the high-
road, which at every turn caught sil-
very glimpses of the river, would at any
time have rewarded Zaidee, to whom
this silent motion and solitude had a
singular charm, for a more disagree-
able errand than bringing Mary home.
Her embarrassments on the subject of
Sylvo had worn off by this time, since
Sylvo himself, though somewhat
piqued, and still a little rude to her,
showed his remembrance of it in no
other way. When she had released
herself from the boa, and loosened the
shawl, Zaidee leaned back in her
luxurious corner, and watched the
soft darkness gathering on the dewy
hedgerows, and the soft stars, one by
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[Aug.
one, appearing in that pale, warm,
luminous sky. Her quietness was
only broken by a little thrill of antici-
pation, a pleasurable excitement for
her thoughts. What was it that
could charm the sensible Mary into
remaining among these people, whom
she professed to dislike and be im-
patient of? — what effect on the pros-
pects of Sylvo Burtonshaw might this
inopportune visit have? — and who was
the dangerous antagonist whom Mary's
long affianced but happily indifferent
bridegroom had to fear? The drive
was a long one, and she amused
herself with many speculations. She
had no such interest in the matter as
Aunt Burtonshaw had — she was in
no degree inclined to advocate the
claims of Sylvo ; so Zaidee's interest
and curiosity and expectation had no
drawback — they gave her full occupa-
tion as she sped along the darkening
way.
The carriage stopt at last before a
large low house, surrounded by a still
lower wall, and the trimmest of holly
hedges ; some one rich enough to
build a mansion in the form of a cot-
tage was Mary Cumberland's hospit-
able host. Zaidee, looking out with
great curiosity, saw a number of
figures on the lawn ; the moon had
risen by this time, and the night was
one of those balmy nights which it is
hard to leave for artificial light and
closed-up rooms. Then some one
called Miss Cumberland, and Mary's
voice, not with an accent of delight,
said, " Ah, they have come for me!"
Then Zaidee saw her friend approach-
ing the carriage, already dressed, as it
appeared, as if she had been waiting
for them : a lamp from the house shed
an indistinct light upon the scene — on
the trellised walls of the house itself,
covered with green leaves and budding
roses — on the vacant hall, where some
white sculptured figures stood solitary
under the light — and upon the group
which slowly advanced to the carriage-
door from the lawn. " Farewell, my
love" — " Good -by, Miss Cumber-
land"— " Love to mamma," cried one
voice and another ; but Zaidee's ear
only caught the under-tone of one still
closer to the window, which said no-
thing but " Good-night." Neither good-
by, nor farewell — nothing that sound-
ed like parting— only "Good-night;"
and Mary, glancing back with a timid
glance under her eyelids, sank into the
nearest corner of the carriage, and
did not perceive that Zaidee was there
till they had driven from the door and
were out of sight.
u Who was that, Mary?" asked
Zaidee with great interest, after Mary,
with a momentary fright and some
embarrassment, had discovered that
she was not alone.
" That ? — you must be more precise
in your questions, for indeed I cannot
tell who that was," said Mary, laugh-
ing, but with no small degree of con-
fusion. " Who could have supposed
you would come, Elizabeth ? — though
I am sure it is very good of you."
Now Mary's tone did not quite
confirm her words, and Zaidee saw
that the thanks were very equivocal.
She was otherwise occupied, how-
ever, than with this question of thanks.
" I wonder where I have seen him
before," said Zaidee, hurriedly. "Not
very tall or big, like Sylvo, with all
that wavy hair, and the cloud upon
his face, that comes and goes — and
eyes so brilliant and fitful — Mary, tell
me who he was. I wonder where I
have seen him, Mary — he who said,
Good-night?"
" You have never seen him— it is
impossible," said Mary. " He who
said Good-night ? — why, they all said
Good-night."
" 'No, indeed,' ' Good-by,' and 'Fare-
well,' and 'Miss Cumberland,'" said
Zaidee, whose old habits of close
observation had never deserted her ;
" he only said, 'Good-night.' Mary,
tell me who he was."
" He is a very famous man," said
Mary. There was no satire in Mary's
voice ; on the contrary, she elevated
herself with involuntary pride, and her
companion could see a dewy gleam,
altogether new to them, in her blue
eyes. Zaidee waited for something
farther, but nothing came, and Mary
had dwelt upon the words with a secret
exultation and joy, which the quick
perceptions of her friend discovered
in a moment. Zaidee looked into
Mary's corner, but now could see no-
thing save the white and jewelled
hand which held the shawl round her.
It was very strange— it certainly was
not Mary's way.
" I thought there were a great many
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161
famous men there. Is this your real
lion?" said Zaidee ;— " but even lions
have names. Tell me what he is
called."
" There are a great many shadows
and imitations," said Mary, with a
little scorn,—" that is why one learns
to mistrust everything which people
call great ; but there cannot be many
famous men in the world, not to speak
of Hollylee, Elizabeth— one is distinc-
tion enough."
With a marvelling gaze, Zaidee
turned once more to the corner — was
it Mary Cumberland that spoke?
Yes, there is the jewelled clasp that
poor Aunt Burtonshaw gave her
sparkling at Mary's neck ; and there
are Mary's curls, warm and fair,
that cluster over it, hiding the glitter
of its precious stones. Zaidee is wise
enough not to make comments on this
wonderful conversion and change of
sentiment; she can only repeat the
question — " Tell me his name."
" There is no chance that you have
ever seen him before," said Mary,
u not the slightest chance, for I am
certain I never did ; but we have read
his books many a time. They say he
is half-a-dozen men, Lizzy ; that he
makes one reputation after another in
play, and is a poet, a dramatist, a
novelist, a philosopher ; they say he
could be the greatest of his time, if he
would but devote himself to one thing ;
but instead of that, he scatters his
riches round him like the princess that
had pearls and roses dropping from
her lips in the fairy tale. I do think Mr
Vivian is a spendthrift, Elizabeth — he
dazzles you with everything, his mind
is so full."
" Mr Vivian!" A change came upon
Zaidee still more sudden than Mary's
quick conversion ; she made no at-
tempt to ask another question, but
sat leaning forward, breathless, eager,
and silent, while Mary, whose mouth
was opened, went on.
" It is quite strange to hear how
they speak of him ; whenever he is
successful in what he is trying, there
he stops — and, of course, such a man
is successful in everything. He pub-
lishes one book, and everybody is
eager for the next; but instead of
taking advantage of that, one gentle-
man told me, he is off as far as pos-
sible in another direction, and appears
where nobody expects him, and has
just such another success again. Some
people say he is volatile, and some
that he is superficial. Oh, of course
all sorts of ill-natured things are said
of him ; he does not mind ; he knows
what he can do himself, and it is
nothing to him."
Mary was too much interested
with the subject to observe that
Zaidee asked no more questions, and
in the darkness she could not see how
the colour went and came upon the
beautiful face beside her; how Zaidee's
eyes were lighted up and expanding
with a glad surprise, and how a quiver
of emotion was on her lip. Mary took
no notice of her companion ; she went
on almost without a pause.
" Yes, his name is Percy Vivian,"
said Mary, slowly, and dwelling some-
what on the sound : " he is a gentle-
man, the son of a good family ; but
they say he has not any fortune. It
would have been too much to give him
fortune — all the gifts of Providence ;
no, such a man ought to be poor."
Zaidee made no answer, she could
not have spoken for her life ; a host
of overpowering recollections poured
upon her. Was it Percy ? — he who
bade his mother take courage because
she had "two sons?" — he whose
frolicsome boyhood was the life of the
house ? — Percy, who was to be a stu-
dent in the Temple, a counsel learned
in the law? She fancied she heard
his playful call to her — the host of
nicknames by which the youngest
child was known. An indescribable
flush of pride came to poor solitary
Zaidee, whom Percy Vivian would
meet as a stranger. Notwithstanding,
he was " our Percy; " she had a secret
right to exult over him — to recall what
he was, with family triumph. Mary,
with no more questions to answer,
sank back into her corner, in to a silence
charmed and full of visions ; but
Zaidee had forgotten to think of Mary
— forgotten to smile, or wonder, or
ask what strange new influence was
upon her friend. The wavy hair toss-
ing in the fresh Cheshire gale — the
eyes that were like Elizabeth's — how
well she remembered the privileged
wit and household scapegrace. Yes,
at Mary's certainty that she could
never have seen Mr Vivian, Zaidee
did smile again.
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But the river again became audible
through the coming darkness, as they
approached those shadowy banks of
Twickenham —they were close upon
home.
" Mary," said Zaidee, starting sud-
denly from her reverie, '* I have some-
[Aug.
thing to say to you of Sylvo Burton-
shaw."
With a still more violent start,
Mary turned away from her, holding
up her hands in vehement deprecation.
"For pity's sake, Elizabeth !— forpity !
let me never hear Sy Ivo's name again I"
CHAPTER VII. — THE TROUBLING OF THE WATERS.
But while Zaidee, thus suddenly
checked, endeavours with great sur-
prise to put this and that together,
they have suddenly entered the
grounds, and are at home. Mrs Bur-
tonshaw is at the door, and you
can see by an intense red spark in
the distance, which suddenly darts
through the bushes like a falling
star, that Sylvo also is in attendance,
and that Mary's entreaty never to
hear his name again is quite an
impossible prayer. But Mary goes
through these salutations with very
proper composure, shakes hands with
Sylvo, and meets the warm embrace
of Mrs Burtonshaw. " My dear, you
look quite beautiful," cries this kind
voice, with its tones of affectionate
gladness ; " such a colour, and your
eyes so bright : but I was very much
disappointed not to find you at home,
Mary ; we were so anxious to see
you, both Sylvo and I. Speak to
Sylvo, my love ; he has been by him-
self all day wishing for you. Though
Elizabeth is a very dear, good girl,
my love, the house is always dark to
me without you, Mary. I do not
know what I should do, if there was
any chance of you marrying out of
the family, and going away."
To this Mary makes no answer,
but, after having been quite an un-
necessary time away in her own
room taking off her bonnet, comes
down with her eyes somewhat
dazzled by the light, yet with an
unusual illumination in them. Mrs
Cumberland takes greatly to her sofa
now in the evening, and is much
afflicted with "languor;" she is
reclining with a shawl round her,
and her eyes shaded from the light.
Mrs Burtonshaw sits by the table
not doing anything, but disposed for
conversation. Sylvo is yawning over
the photographs. Mr Cumberland,
with spectacles upon his curious eyes,
holds up a book before him so as to
catch the light, and reads. Zaidee
is reading, too, if trifling with a book
and looking for Mary can be called
reading. When Mary enters at
last, she does not bring the degree
of animation to this little company
which all of them expected. Instead
of giving that account of her visit
which Aunt Burtonshaw looked for,
Mary hastily takes a piece of work
from her work-table, and, sitting
down close by the light, begins work-
ing very assiduously. There is a
variable glow, too, on her cheeks, and
her eyes are unusually bright. Kind
Aunt Burtonshaw is disappointed ;
this is not very kind of her favourite ;
and Mrs Burtonshaw's good heart
excuses Mary by an immediate fear
that she is ill.
" Did you wrap yourself well up,
my love ? " asks the solicitous guar-
dian ; " are you sure you were not in
any draught ? You look a little fever-
ish, Mary ; why don't you say any-
thing ? I have had so much to talk
to you about since ever I came
home."
" Then do talk to me, Aunt Bur-
tonshaw," said Mary, pursuing her
work, and scarcely* raising her head.
" You know I always like to listen
to you."
" Did you see many people at Holly-
lee, Mary?" asked Mrs Cumberland,
waking up. " That delightful young
man, did he remain all the time?
and did you say anything to him
about coming here ?"
" I told him where we lived," said
Mary. Mary was unusually low-
toned and gentle to-night, and had
not the ghost of a mock for her
mother's delightful young man.
" Who is he, pray ? " said Mrs Bur-
tonshaw with, a little asperity. "I
think that is a very improper way to
speak, Maria Anna. I thought there
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163
were a great many people at Hollylee,
Mary. I never expected to have
heard of one person ; and I don't
think a young lady is the proper per-
son to ask gentlemen here."
Mary had not a word to say in
her own defence ; she grew very red,
and bent clown over her sewing. All
her saucy mirth was hushed for to-
night. With wonderful meekness
she bore the lecture of Aunt Burton-
shaw.
" He is a great author," said
Zaidee, interposing on her friend's
behalf; "he is a very famous man,
Aunt Burtonshaw."
And Zaidee's beautiful head was
elevated unconsciously, and her face
glowed with a generous pride ; she
had scarcely recovered the startling
effect of this great author's name ;
but so great was her feminine liking
for applause, that she could not lose
the first opportunity of exulting over
Percy, and proclaiming his fame.
" You all seem to think it a very
great thing to be an author," said
Mrs Burtonshaw. " I suppose we
all might be authors, if we only
would put down on paper everything
that came into our heads, as some
people do. It is all very well for you
to seek famous men, Maria Anna,
but Mary cares nothing for them, I
know, and Mary is a well-educated
girl, and knows what is due to her.
It is quite out of the question for her
to ask such people here."
u But I did not ask him to come
here, Aunt Burtonshaw," said Mary,
with guilt in her voice.
There was a considerable silence
after that. Mrs Burtonshaw looked
round the room, and round it again,
pausing a little on every individual.
Then the good lady rose with a little
demonstration, and went for the
paper which lay neglected on aside-
table. " If nobody has anything
to say, I cannot help myself," said
Aunt Burtonshaw, and she applied
herself with great devotion to the
Times.
The light flickers a little by reason
of a breath of air coming in through
a half -opened window, and gives a
wavy unsteadiness to that reflection
in the mirror. The room looks some-
what dim, as fireless rooms will look
after long days of sunshine, and again
the malicious mirror exaggerates
Sylvo, who lies back on his chair
with his long limbs extended, hold-
ing up a photograph to hide that
yawning gulf and those magnificent
teeth widely revealed under his
mustache. Mrs Cumberland has just
dropped off into her "languor" once
more, — Mr Cumberland is reading
very rapidly, so great is his interest
in his book, — while Mary's needle flies
through her fingers as if she worked
for a wager ; and though Mary is so
silent, and no one addresses her, the
colour wavers on her cheek as the
light wavers on the mirror, and she
is still unable to raise frankly to the
light her dazzled eyes.
Zaidee is not so industrious as
Mary ; she has her pretence of read-
ing still, and now and then idly turns
over the pages of the book before her,
but without the least idea what it
treats of. Aunt Burtonshaw, now
that she has fairly got into the news-
paper, cannot keep the intelligence
she finds there to herself. She is
breaking upon the silence constantly,
to read "just this half-dozen lines,"
" only this paragraph," and, even
when hushed into silence by Mr
Cumberland's complaint, breaks forth
in little exclamations : " Why, there
is something about Mr Mansfield ;
Sylvo, why did you not tell me?
Come here and read this, Mary,
my love ; I would read it to you, if it
were not for disturbing Mr Cumber-
land," — a succession of irritating
small attacks upon the patience of
the head of the house. When Mr
Cumberland can 'go on no longer, he
glances over his spectacles at the
offender, and closes his book upon his
hand. " I am sure I do not care for
the paper," says Mrs Burtonshaw,
taking the first word ; " but I really
cannot be so hard-hearted as to read
all to myself, and that dear child
labouring there without any amuse-
ment. Sylvo, you great fellow, why
do you not talk, and help to wake us ?
I think we are all going to sleep
to-night."
So far is this from being the case,
however, that when the household
has actually retired to rest, three dif-
ferent watchers in three adjoining
chambers find it quite impossible to
sleep. Sylvo, it is true, faintly dream-
Zaidee: a Romance. — Part IX.
[Aug.
ing of the African wilds, and a hun-
dred indefinite delights, sleeps like a
tired hunter, much too soundly to
have any disquiet in his slumbers ;
but his mother lies awake planning
how she shall execute her final attack,
and "settle" the unconscious Sylvo.
At another chamber window a white
figure looks out upon the moonlight
— it is Mary Cumberland, quite un-
used to watching, who has too many
thoughts pressing upon her mind to go
to sleep. These thoughts, if they
could but be disclosed to the astonish-
ed vision of Mrs Burtonshaw, would
banish sleep from that good mother's
apartment once for all to-night. But
Mrs Burtonshaw wots not of the
charmed maze in which her dearest
Mary wanders, and could not under-
stand this thronging detail of recol-
lection, this indefinite mist of antici-
pation, which Mary does not know
how to strive against. It is all new
to Mary Cumberland's surprised and
fluttered heart — life looks so tame
and commonplace on the other side of
these three magical days, and on this
side expands into such a marvellous
world of possibility and hope. Who
has done it all, or what has done it
all, Mary is not sufficiently enlight-
ened to whisper to herself; but some-
how there shines before her an ethe-
real existence — a way that is glorified
and changed out of the common way
— a life that lies upon a higher level
than any she has known. With a
strange and agitated pleasure her
heart returns to this enchanted circle,
this world of three days' duration.
What has made these different from all
the other days of Mary's experience ?
Hush ! Mary is looking at the moon-
light on the river, looking at the stars
shining down upon the willow- trees,
listening to the rustling of the boughs,
and the sighing of the stream. She
has no answer to give to this uncalled-
for question, which no one has any
light to ask of her. " Rational an-
swers " are not quite in Mary's way
at this present moment, although
they have been a daily necessity with
her for two-and-twenty years. She
efades the question in her new-born
love for this sweet, bright glimmer on
the stream, and, leaning out of her
open window with her fair hair blow-
ing over her cheek, and the soft night
air cooling her brow, is looking forth
upon this glorious quiet, this wakeful
sky and slumbering country, when
Aunt Burtonshaw, perplexed and
anxious, is just about to yield to
And in the next room Zaidee, with
the candle before her on her little
table, reads her chapter in her father's
bible, bends down her beautiful head
upon its sacred pages, and with tears
in her eyes, not bitter enough to fall,
prays the prayer of her childhood for
those at home. God bless Percy
whom God has gifted ; God bless all
of them, every one. Name by name
comes to the mind of Zaidee. Name
by name dwells in her heart. Grand-
father Vivian's book is on the table
beside her — she has been looking once
more at the name which is hers too,
as well as Percy's, and thinking of this
sacred and precious legacy, a legacy
nobler than lands or gold, which is her
share of the family inheritance. Zaidee
does not need to close her bible when
her prayers are over, and when she
enters her enchanted land of thought.
She thinks how at home they will re-
joice over Percy — how his young fame
will gladden their hearts. Her own
heart warms with the family joy, the
pride of love and kindred ; under her
breath, when no one can hear her, she
dares to say " our Percv !" she dares
to express the fulness of her wonder
and her pride. Even Aunt Burton-
shaw now, disquieted and anxious,
has fallen asleep against her will before
her plans are half completed, and
Mary closes her window, and steals
in softly out of the moonlight to be-
take herself to rest ; but Zaidee still
bends over her open bible, and is still
busy with thoughts of her long-for-
saken home. Percy Vivian has no
suspicion of how he has roused this
beautiful stranger, nor of those prayers
of simple faith that rise for him to
heaven. It may be that his own
thoughts reward the unwilling fascina-
tion of Mary Cumberland, but he has
no thought of Zaidee, the long-lost
and unknown.
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165
NOTES ON CANADA AND THE NOllTH-WEST STATES OF AMERICA.
PART V.
THE UPPER MISSISSIPPI.
As nearly as possible in the centre
of the continent of North America,
and at an elevation of about eighteen
hundred feet above the level of the
sea, extends a tract of pine-covered
table -land about a hundred miles
square, and which probably contains
a greater number of small lakes than
any other district of the same size in
the world. It is called Les Hauteurs
des Terres, and is, in fact, the trans-
verse watershed between the Hud-
son's Bay and the St Lawrence waters,
and those which run into the Gulf of
Mexico. In one of its tiny lakes
(Itasca) the Mississippi takes its rise,
and flows due south. In another close
to it the Red River finds its source,
and runs north to Lake Winnipeg;
while there are others, not many miles
distant in a southerly direction, whose
waters have an eastern outlet, and,
after a short but rapid course, lose
themselves in Lake Superior. It was
upon a glorious day in this very month
last summer that we transferred our-
selves and our bark canoe, by a long
portage through the woods, from one
of these streams to Sandy Lake,
which furnishes a tributary to the
head waters of the Mississippi, and
paddled along its silent margin.
Sometimes hidden by the tall dark
shadows which rows of lofty pines
fringing the shore threw upon the
water — sometimes emerging from them
into the full blaze of the setting sun,
and rounding long grassy peninsulas
which stretched far across the lake —
or wending our way through archi-
pelagoes of little wooded islets — now
and then overcome by the fatigues of
the day, and the soothing influences
of the scene — we lay back upon our
blankets, and looked dreamily over
the side of the canoe at the gentle
ripple, and the evening fly that
played upon it, until startled by the
sudden plunge of the Black Bass or
the Maskelonge ; or watched the
bright vermilion tinge upon the fan-
tastic outline of the lower clouds fade
into a border of pale yellow, and gra-
dually vanish, until roused to fresh
energy by these indications of a failing
day, and the recollection that the
Indian village which was our destina-
tion was still some miles distant ; and
then with vigorous strokes we plied
the paddle to the chaunt of the
voyageurs, and shot rapidly along
towards the wreath of blue smoke
that betokened the wigwam of the
Indian: doubly cheering to us, for
we had not seen a human habitation
of any sort now for many days. It
was a solitary hut, with a single
upturned canoe before it, and a single
mangy cur standing sentinel at the
door. Our shouts, however, soon
brought to the edge of the lake a wild,
half-naked figure, whose long matted
hair hung nearly to his waist, and
whose naturally dark complexion was
increased by a coating of soot. A
ragged filthy blanket was his only
covering ; and he seemed so transfixed
with astonishment that he did not for
some time recover his faculties suffi-
ciently to enable him to answer our
demand for some fresh meat or fish.
When we held up a dollar, however,
a flood of light poured in upon his
bewildered intellects, and he dived
into his bark wigwam, and immedi-
ately reappeared with a squaw, a
papoose, and an armful of fish. The
squaw was a degree more dirty and
hideous and badly clad than her hus-
band. The infant watched our pro-
ceedings with a sort of fixed, uncon-
scious stare, arising probably from
an inability to shut its eyes on account
of being firmly lashed to a board, after
the manner of papooses generally.
Having been fortunate in thus pro-
curing a good supply of fresh Bass,
we pushed contentedly on, and reached
the village just before dark. The
scene that here met our eyes was
somewhat singular. A collection of
wigwams, some conical and some
oval in shape like gypsies' tents, were
grouped confusedly upon the sandy
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beach, between which were suspended
either fishing-nets, or lines from which
hung rows of fish being cured. Two
or three ruined log-houses indicated
the former residence of-white traders ;
but they had evidently not been ten-
anted for many years, and were quite
dilapidated. A few canoes were fish-
ing off the village; a number more
lay upturned upon the edge of the
lake, where a knot of persons were
collected, evidently watching with
some interest so unusual an arrival as
a large canoe from the eastern shore
with eight paddles. Their curiosity
was still further excited when, as we
approached nearer, they perceived
that, of these, four were whites. More-
over, there was something novel in
our style of paddling, on which, to say
the truth, we rather piqued ourselves.
The Indians themselves never attempt
to keep time, but we commenced at
starting to put both voyageurs and
Indians into training; and now, at the
end of a week's voyage, with twelve
hours a-day of practice, we found our-
selves in first-rate condition, and,
with a " give way all," dashed past
the village in a style that would
rather have astonished the Leander,
much less the unsophisticated Chippe-
ways of Sandy Lake ; and then, com-
ing gracefully round opposite an
amazed missionary, who was standing
close to the water surrounded by the
youth of his congregation, we " in
bow," and beached our light bark with
a violence that seriously imperilled
the worthy man's toes. Paddling
certainly has this advantage over
rowing, that every one sits with his
face to the bows to criticise the steer-
ing, and take an equal interest with
the cockswain in the accidents and in-
cidents of the voyage.
This same missionary was the only
white man in the place, and we were
delighted to find anybody who could
give us information about our route,
and help us with his advice. He
told us that the village contained
about two hundred and fifty inhabit-
ants— that most of the warriors and
young men were on the war path,
and that very possibly we might fall
in either with them or their enemies,
the Sioux, in the course of our
voyage — a piece of information which
accounted for the determination of
our Fond-du-Lac Indians not to ac-
company us farther. He said, how-
ever, that the theatre of war was
generally on the Minnesota, or Sfe
Peter's River, which falls into the
Mississippi a few miles below the
Falls of St Anthony. We regretted
that our visit had not occurred a little
later in the year, when he anticipated
the assemblage of about six thousand
of the tribe at this spot to receive
their annual payment from the United
States Government, andwe should have
been entertained with scalp-dances and
other savage ceremonies. The origin
of the war in which the Chippeways
and Sioux — or, in other words, the
Algonquin and Dakotah races — are
now engaged, has long been for-
gotten. It is an hereditary quarrel,
which was raging two hundred years
ago, when Father Hennepin was the
first white man to explore these
waters, and live with the Dakotahs
at Mille Lacs. The date of its com-
mencement could notthenbe assigned,
and it will doubtless continue until
the ploughshare and the pruning
hook of the white man will exercise
their magic influence to exterminate,
in a few years, both those tribes whose
scalping knives and tomahawks have
been so energetically wielded against
one another for centuries, and with
so little effect. The Sioux village at
Mille Lacs, distant about seventy miles
from Sandy Lake, is now inhabited
by Chippeways, who are under the
spiritual charge of the missionary
with whom we were conversing.
The Sioux have moved their hunting
grounds to the banks of the Minnesota,
and, except when they make a pre-
datory expedition into the country
of the Chippeways, never visit the
eastern shores of the Mississippi. I
afterwards saw some, however, upon
the western bank, a few miles below
St Paul's, in the course of my voyage
down the river; but by the treaty
concluded at Traverse des Sioux, in
July 1851, they abandoned their vil-
lages in that quarter, and " cede, sell,
and relinquish," to the United States
Government, all their lands in the
State of Iowa, and also all their lands
in the territory of Minnesota lying
east of the Red River of the north,
and the Sioux River which flows
into the Missouri; in consideration-
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for which they are allowed a long
narrow reserve upon the head wa-
ters of the Minnesota Kiver ; the
Upper and Lower Sioux together
receive a pecuniary compensation
of about two million eight hun-
dred thousand dollars. In 1853
eleven counties had been already or-
ganised in the territory thus pur-
chased. Still the Dakotahs number
more than twenty-five thousand souls,
and their territory to the east of the
ceded districts, over uninterrupted
buffalo prairies, extends to the roots
of the Rocky Mountains. They are
still amongst the most savage and
warlike, as they are the most numer-
ous, of the North American Indian
tribes. Retaining all their barbarous
customs, they only. hasten, by their
aversion to civilisation, the period of
their extinction. The Chippeways
who inhabit both shores of Lake
Superior, and a great portion of the
north- west country which intervenes
between the Sioux and civilisation,
number about eight thousand souls,
of which about half reside in Minne-
sota. The Chippeways of the Upper
Mississippi are, according to School-
craft, the advanced band of the wide-
spread Algonquin family, who, after
spreading along the Atlantic from Vir-
ginia, as far as the Gulf of St Law-
rence, have followed up the great
chains of lakes to this region, leaving
tribes of more or less variation on the
way. It is impossible to say how
many years may have been expended
in this ethnological track. Though
insignificant and gentle in appearance,
the Chippeways are brave and hardy,
and have sustained with infinite credit
their long contests with the Dakotahs.
The villages of comparatively well
civilised Chippeways in Upper Canada
are not included in this enumeration,
as their savage character has become
so far modified by intercourse with
whites, that they are almost qualified
to be incorporated with the great mass
of society. At present — even in
Canada — they are divided into fami-
lies, upon the totemic principle,
which are in their turn subdivided.
Large annuities are paid both by the
British and the United States Gov-
ernment to the Chippeway Indians.
The sub-agency had been transferred
from La Pointe to Sandy Lake, where
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167
it was subsequently abandoned ; but
the missionary told us that there
was a probability of its being again
permanently re- established here. The
soil in the neighbourhood of Sandy
Lake is good, and produces corn and
garden vegetables. In return for
all which information, we gave him a
history of our travels and future in-
tentions, while the voyageurs were
enlightening an attentive group of
natives upon the same subject ; not,
however, with any result beyond that
of mystifying them more than ever,
as they could not conceive what other
object but trade could induce four
palefaces to go through the hardships
and fatigue of a bark-canoe voyage
to a village so far removed from the
usual haunts of Americans. Very
often during a whole year the only
white man they saw was their mis-
sionary. The voyageurs did not
lose so good an opportunity of
magnifying their own importance
by marvellous accounts of our proceed-
ings ; — how, instead of allowing our-
selves to be conveyed along by ourmen
like gentlemen, we never ceased pad-
dling ourselves; — how we did nothing
but sing, and laugh, and bathe, and
make huge bonfires of fallen trees, and
insist upon shooting impossible rapids,
and upon always having our own way
in everything, and otherwise comport-
ing ourselves in a manner totally op-
posed to the habits of sober-minded
Yankee traders under similar circum-
stances ; — a description which served to
elicit from them a continued series of
ejaculations of " waughs" and " ughs,"
and which was regularly repeated to*
every individual, either red or white,
whom we afterwards met. Indeed,
the voyageurs used to treat us with a
kind of condescending indulgence, as if
we were wilful children who were not
to be thwarted. A question now arose
in which the extent of our authority
was to be proved. It seems that Ame-
rican traders do not dispute daily ar-
rangements with their voyageurs,
whom they engage to take them a cer-
tain distance, and never interrupt or
interfere with their proceedings. How-
ever disposed we might be to follow
their example under some circum-
stances, now and then points of differ-
ence arose between us ; and when our
voyageurs informed us that it was
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their intention to camp at the village,
we assured them that our camping
place for the night was to be a small
island opposite. This did not agree
with their views, as they would thus be
cut off from intercourse with the vil-
lage ; indeed, they had looked forward
to a short stay here from the begin-
ning, and had often spoken in glowing
terms of the pleasures of Sandy Lake,
of the abundance of provisions, and
les belles sauvagesses, who, they said,
were celebrated for their beauty
above the women of any other Chip-
peway village. It was not, therefore,
to be wondered at if they made objec-
tions to our propositions. However, as
we were strongly recommended by the
missionary to put a few hundred yards
of fresh water between our camp and
the village, and as we anticipated some
annoyance from human as well as ca-
nine intrusion by remaining on the
main-land, we contented ourselves
with looking round the smoky wig-
wams, and, being satisfied that neither
they nor their tenants were less filthy
than usual, pushed off— to the disgust
no less of the villagers than the voya-
geurs — to a wooded islet, whither we
were speedily followed by canoes full
of inquisitive natives. Here they col-
lected round our camp-fire in such
picturesque groups, that, as its ruddy
glow fell upon their swarthy half-
naked figures, we could not regret
their presence, since it served to com-
plete a most characteristic scene. We
had pulled up the canoe, and tilted it
against the trunks of overhanging
trees. A grassy sward, reaching to
the water's edge, and smooth as a
lawn, promised to afford an agreeable
couch; and, seated here, we discussed,
by the flickering light of a tallow
candle in a horn lantern, broiled fish,
and green tea served up in capacious
tin pannikins. A few yards from us
the voyageurs were bending over the
fire, engaged in stirring the contents
of a pot, from which ascended a savoury
odour, and which was suspended over
the. crackling blaze from a wooden
tripod;— savages passed to and fro,
bringing firewood, or stood watching
the culinary operations ; — canoes were
seen in the dim moonlight, like sha-
dows crossing the lake ; — the village
lights twinkled in the distance, and
beyond them an irregular, indistinct
outline marked the heavy forest,
and formed the background of the
picture ; — and as we leant back upon
the canoe, and listened to the jabber-
ing of the natives and the splashing ot
their paddles in the water, we thought
of a very different party at home, col-
lected under very different circum-
stances,—for this was the night before
the eventful twelfth of August, when
shooting-boxes on the moors are in-
habited by excited parties, and the
gentlemen are speculating over whisky-
toddy on the prospects of the morrow,
and gamekeepers are sent for before
the masters go to bed, and given last
directions, and a potent glass to im-
press them on their memory, as with
a graceful scrape they drink the health
of the company ; — and dogs are yelp-
ing in the kennel, and bare-legged gil-
lies dancing reels in the kitchen, and
ultimately turn into cribs curiously
constructed in the walls thereof, where
they are considerably better off than
we were on our grassy island in Sandy
Lake, — for we had scarcely rolled our-
selves in our blankets, with our feet
to the fire, than the sky became over-
cast, and thunder-showers and mus-
quitoes came together ; so that, drench-
ed and bitten as we were, we courted
sleep under considerable difficulties.
The ground seemed unusually hard,
and there was either a stone under my
hip, or a lump under my shoulder, or
a stream trickling into my ear, or a
discomfort of some sort, that kept me
awake for hours, until, overcome by
excessive fatigue, I was gradually
lapsing into a state of unconsciousness,
when the report of a gun at my ear
roused us all with a start, and we
gazed into the black darkness with
bewildered senses, not knowing what
had happened, or what to expect. We
were soon relieved to some extent,
for B. appeared, rifle in hand, and told
us he had been the cause of our alarm,
and had fired at some large animal
which had disturbed his uneasy rest
by snuffing in his face. Whereupon
we loaded our guns, and watched
with some curiosity, — rather glad,
since sleep was not tempting, of an
excuse to lie awake. Presently a heavy
tread, accompanied by a no less heavy
breathing, slowly approached, and, in
a state of intense excitement, we peer-
ed into the obscurity, until we could
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indistinctly discern the form of a
large animal, to which we were on the
point of giving a warm reception, when
a shout of laughter from A. cooled our
valour, and revealed to us the morti-
fying fact that we were about to dis-
play it by bagging a horse, whose
curiosity, excited by such unusual in-
truders upon his solitary domain, led
him to pay us a midnight visit, and
to rub his rough nose upon B.'s physi-
ognomy,— a liberty which very nearly
cost him his valuable existence.
Sandy Lake has always been an
important point in Mississippi ex-
ploration, and Schoolcraft and others
mention the island of which we had
taken temporary possession, as having
formed their camping ground. It is
singular that the source of the Mis-
sissippi should have remained unde-
termined until Schoolcraft fixed it at
Lake Itasca only twenty-four years
ago. It is clear, however, from his
account, that British traders were
well acquainted with the ramification
of lakes on Les Hauteurs des Terres
long before his visit. Its discovery
had been attempted by United States
expeditions many years previously.
Lieutenant Pike, United States army,
started on snow shoes from Sandy
Lake in 1805, but only succeeded in
reaching Leech Lake ; and Governor
Cass, now a veteran of the United
States Senate, was appointed to
command an exploring expedition
to the head waters of the Mississippi,
with the additional objects of enforc-
ing, by a military display, the allegi-
ance of the Indians to the United
States — of prohibiting the introduction
of spirituous liquors — and of inducing
the tribes to transfer those commer-
cial relations which they had been
accustomed to maintain with the
English traders, to those of the Ame-
rican Company;— a step they had
hitherto shown themselves very un-
willing to take. At Sandy Lake this
demonstration was made, and Gov-
ernor Cass hoisted here the stars and
stripes— made a depot of his heavy
supplies — left with them his military
escort and part of his French canoemen
^and proceeded with light canoes and
a select party to ascend the river.
The trading fort at that time consisted
of a stockade of squared pine timber
thirteen feet high, and forming an area
of a hundred feet square, with bas-
tions pierced for musketry at the
south-east and north-west angles. It
enclosed two ranges of buildings.
Cass and his party only succeeded in
discovering a few more little lakes.
Schoolcraft calculates the number of
lakes between Sandy Lake and the
northern frontier at about ten thou-
sand. They fall principally under two
classes — those with clean sandy
shores and a considerable depth, and
those with marshy margin and abound-
ing in wild rice. The former yield
various species offish ; the latter serve
not only as a storehouse of grain
for the natives, who gather it in
August and September, but they in-
vite myriads of waterfowl into the
region, and thus prove a double re-
source to them. .
Before daylight on the following
morning the missionary came off to
us with letters. As means of commu-
nication with civilisation was some-
what rare, he was glad to avail him-
self of the opportunity which we af-
forded. We did not get away so
early as usual, as the voyageurs had
slipped across to the mainland dur-
ing the night, and did not make their
appearance until the sun was far up
in the heavens. A sluggish winding
river connects Sandy Lake with the
Mississippi ; and we were delighted
to see some wild ducks, although we
did not succeed in bagging any. We
passed a deserted trading post and
village, where Le Feve told us he had
formerly lived. Its present condi-
tion was significant of the change
which the country was gradually un-
dergoing ; and as our voyageur look-
ed with a melancholy interest at the
scene of some of his former trading
exploits, it recalled to mind those
associations which connect the early
history of the North-west with the
remarkable men of whom Le F§ve
and Cadot were the descendants.
The first men who attempted to en-
gage in trade with the Dakotahs
were those who accompanied Father
Hennepin upon his voyage of dis-
covery to the Upper Mississippi. In
looking through the annals of the
Minnesota Historical Society, I find
their names given, and they are
worthy of being recorded as Michael
Ako and Picard du Gay. In 1680
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170
these men visited Mille Lacs, the
Spirit Lake of the Dakotahs, with
an outfit of a hundred and eighty
dollars, furnished by the enterprising
La Salle, and remained in captivity
there for two months. On their return
they met the Sieur de Luth, who
afterwards performed the journey in
which we were now engaged, and
who was the first white man to come
by way of Lake Superior to the Up-
per Mississippi. As yet, however,
no trading posts had been established
among the Sioux, and it was re-
served for Nicholas Perrot to erect
a fort for trading purposes upon
the shores of Lake Pepin, a short
distance below St Paul's. He and
his comrades are those who, Dako-
tah tradition asserts, gave seed and
corn to the nation; through their
influence the Dakotahs began to
be led away from the rice-grounds
of the Mille Lacs region. His first in-
terview with them is thus described : —
" The Dakotahs first met with white
men while on the war path far in the
South. The war party was a large
one, and the white men with whom
they met were few. The Dakotahs
were penetrated with fear, and felt
reverence for the white men, similar
to that which they feel for the gods.
The white men were also agitated
with fear; they extended the hand
trembling to each other, and freely
exchanged presents. When a gun
was exhibited, discharged, and pre-
sented to the natives, they drew back
in utter amazement; they separated
in peace, and the Dakotahs returned
to astonish their families with the re-
lation of what had happened." Le
Sueur, however, was the most active
and extensive explorer of the Min-
nesota territory, and the first to
ascend the river of that name; in
honour of which the principal city on
its banks, consisting of half-a-dozen
log-huts, is now called the city of Le
Sueur; and there is a magnificent
plan of it hanging up in the hotel at St
Paul's, with the squares, streets, and
public buildings duly described and
portrayed. After the cession of Ca-
nada to the English, the French still
retained their control over the Indian
tribes of Minnesota, and Englishmen
for some years risked their lives in
passing through the country. In
1774, however, the North-west Com-
pany of Montreal was established.
As they employed old Canadian voy-
ageurs exclusively, they succeeded in
establishing posts to the west of Lake-
Superior. In 1796 they built the
fort we were now passing, and a few
years afterwards established posts at
Leech Lake and other points of the-
Objibeway country. They were thus
enabled entirely to monopolise the fur
trade of Minnesota, of which Sandy
Lake became the chief emporium.
The principal traders at this time
were invariably Scotchmen, whose
shrewdness and sagacity enabled them
to turn to good account the hardy
endurance, and the knowledge of the
country and its inhabitants, possessed
by the half-breed voyageurs, — or, as
they were more commonly called,
" Coureurs des Bois." This class had
now become very numerous, on ac-
count of the intimate relations which
the French had maintained with the
Indians for upwards of a century, and
their habit of marrying Indian wives.
Their mode of life was wild and ad-
venturous, and the deeds of daring of
many a " Bois bruMe* " are celebrated
in the song of the voyageur, and their
names handed down with veneration
and respect. There is scarcely a
river or a lake in the North-west to
which some interesting association is
not attached ; and the tragedy of
Sandy Lake, in which the principal
trader, a Scotchman, called Kay, was
murdered by an Indian, is among the
most celebrated of these.
For many years the North-west
Company continued successfully to
carry on their trade in spite of the
rival American factory established at
Prairie du Chien, below the Falls of
St Anthony, which was not conducted
upon such principles as to induce the
Indians to desert the English traders.
In 1816, however, the American Fur
Company, organised by Jacob Astor,
purchased the Sandy Lake station, to-
gether with all the posts in that region ;
and the fur-trade of this district, which
is still valuable, will continue to be car-
ried on each year with less spirit and
success, and bark canoes to ply upon,
the lonesome streams, and loaded
voyageurs to tramp through these
solitudes, until the hardy settler
comes at last to wake the slumbering
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171
echoes of the silent forest with the
ringing blow of the axe, or to turn
with the ploughshare the virgin soil
of the rolling prairie. It is not too
much to predict that in a very few
years the agricultural produce of the
white man, from the fertile banks of
the St Peter's and the thriving
farms upon the Red River — lumber
from the head waters of the Father of
Rivers — and minerals from the shores
of the mightiest of fresh-water seas —
will be hurried through the woods and
forests of Minnesota — and the shriek
of the engine scare away the startled
waterfowl on distant lakes — or the
plashing of paddles in streams, or
savannahs deepened and connected
by canals, considerably astonish the
beavers. If the navigation of the
Upper Mississippi were improved,
and its rapids avoided by locks, it
would only require a canal thirty-
five miles long to connect the St
Louis below the falls with a stream
running into Sandy Lake, and thus
enable a steamer entering the mouth
of the St Lawrence to make its exit
at New Orleans, and complete four
thousand miles of internal fresh-water
navigation through the finest country
in " creation."
Turning sharply round a green
bank about sixty feet in height, and
covered with granite boulders, we
now entered a deep and rapid stream,
which, from its size and volume, we
at once recognised as the Mississippi
itself. It would be difficult to de-
scribe our feelings of satisfaction as
we felt ourselves being swept along
by its eddying waters, or our surprise
at finding that even here, at a dis-
tance of two thousand five hundred
miles from its mouth, this magnificent
river had an average breadth of a
hundred yards, and a current so im-
petuous that we looked forward with
no little pleasure to being carried by
it in our light canoe a distance of
more than four hundred miles. The
banks of the river differed entirely
from those of the St Louis. The rocky
banks, and tall pine-trees or scrubby
underwood, were here exchanged for
flat alluvial shores, covered with a
luxuriant growth of elm, maple, ash,
and cedar, and betokening great fer-
tility of soil. The water of the St
Louis was of a dark chocolate colour,
tinged by its passage through the
northern pine and tamarack swamps ;
that of the Mississippi was light-
coloured, and clear like the Min-
nesota river itself, which gives its
name to the territory, — the literal
meaning of the Indian word Min-
nesota being "The territory of the
sky- coloured water."
We glided easily and swiftly along
for fifty miles, before the growing dark-
ness compelled us to think of camping.
Our only delays had been caused by
our attempts to stalk wild ducks, of
which we were fortunate enough to
bag three, and found them a most
seasonable addition to our usual unin-
teresting diet. While they were being
cooked, we amused ourselves by swim-
ming across the Mississippi, a feat
which is simple enough so near its
source, but which, from its great bread th
and rapid current, very soon becomes
a somewhat formidable undertaking.
Our camping place was a low, damp
spot, overhung by magnificent trees,
but infested by musquitoes ; so we were
glad to be en route again at daylight,
and put off breakfast until a fashion-
able hour. As we landed, we saw
upon the soft clay the footprints of a
bear which had paid a visit to the
river during the night, and we re-
gretted we had not chosen it as our
camping ground.* The character of
the banks remained the same; the
stream less rapid and more wind-
ing,— sometimes making such deep
bends, that ascending canoes make
portages across the narrow necks;
and thus perform in five minutes a
distance which it would take an hour
to accomplish by following the course
of the stream. We preferred, how-
ever, slipping down with the current.
We observed a tree which had been
barked for a space of about a foot
square, and on the white stem the
Indians had drawn, with charcoal,
three canoes, one below the other.
The voyageurs assured us that by
means of these pictpgraphs they were
in the habit of making most elaborate
communications with their friends.
* The Indians, when bear-hunting, never kill the female with young, in order to
perpetuate the existence of an animal so profitable to them.
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Wild ducks were numerous, and we
had very fair sport in the course of
our day's voyage. Upon one occasion,
as we were drifting silently towards
a flock, hugging the shore as much as
possible, for the sake of concealment,
we suddenly came upon a canoe con-
taining four squaws. They did not see
us approach, and when we were within
a few yards, Le Feve maliciously gave
the Indian war-whoop, which is made
by a shrill yell, rising in key, and
rendered more unearthly by clapping
the hand rapidly upon the open mouth ;
which terrified the unfortunate women
to such an extent that we were dis-
posed to be angry with him for his
piece of mischief. We had ourselves,
tinder his tuition, become great adepts
in the art, and this exercise of our
lungs derived additional piquancy
from the fact that the possibility of
our being answered by a bond fide,
savage in sober earnest was by no
means remote. The women whom
we so unexpectedly startled were
evidently out upon a sort of general
catering expedition, poking along the
banks for musk-rats or mice, or visiting
the mouths of the little streams which
enter the river, and which are barred
near the outlets with cruives some-
what similar to those used on salmon
rivers in Scotland — so that sturgeon
and large fish are able to ascend ; but,
on descending, they are arrested by
the poles of the dam forced against
them. The Indian, walking across the
dam with a pole, to which is attached
a hook, sees the pressure of the
descending fish, and jerks him out.
Most of these tributaries were small,
sluggish streams, covered with wild
rice, through which the women force
their canoe, and, pressing the stalks
over the side, beat out the grain with
their paddles. They are, in fact, the
commissariat corps of the villages, and
have all sorts of ways of obtaining
supplies, which more civilised nations
would often be glad to know. The
maple sugar which they manufacture
is not only for home-consumption, but
is largely exported. Thirty or forty
boxes, of from twenty to seventy
pounds' weight, are often sold by an
industrious and strong- handed family
in the course of one season, in addi-
tion to the quantity they have used
themselves. Nicollet remarks, how-
ever, that there are probably no In-
dians anywhere more highly favoured
than those inhabiting the country
about the sources of the Mississippi.
Besides their natural resources of fish,
wild rice, and maple sugar, with the
addition of abundance of game, the
climate is found to be well adapt-
ed to the cultivation of corn, wheat,
barley, oats and pulse. The potato
is of superior quality to that of the
middle States of the Union. In a
trading point of view, the hunt is still
very profitable. The bear, the deer
and elk, the wolf, the fox, the wolve-
rine, the fisher racoon, musk-rat,
mink, otter, marten, weasel, and a
few remaining beavers, are the prin-
cipal articles of traffic. The Ameri-
can moose is said still occasionally to
make its appearance, so that this region
may be considered as the only one in
the United States now capable of sup-
plying the finer sort of peltries. The
Mississippi continues to wind through
wide alluvial bottoms, covered with
forest, until the character of the banks
and of the wood changes together, and
towards evening we found ourselves
between high banks covered with pine.
On one of these we camped; and as the
sun set, the view from the promontory
on which we had established ourselves,
at an elevation of about eighty feet
above the river, was very beautiful,
and amply repaid us for the trouble of
dragging our camp equipage up the
steep cliff. There was a portage 300
yards long from this point to Rabbit
River, where some Indians were en-
camped, but we did not visit them.
Rabbit River is a small tributary to
the Mississippi, and runs parallel to
it for some miles. As it has a very
straight course, it is often ascended in
preference to the main stream, a port-
age to which is made at the head, and
sixteen miles are thus saved. We
were awoke next morning by a pour-
ing rain, in the midst of which we
started, and passed the mouth of Pine
River, up which a belt of magnificent
pine timber extends for many miles :
it is navigable for three days for
canoes ; then we shot the Rabbit
rapids, and landed at mid-day to dry
ourselves round a huge blaze of pine
logs. A few hours after, we were
cheered by the sight of a log-hut and
a ferry-boat, with a Yankee leaning
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over the rail, chewing a straw, and
found we had reached Crow Wing, the
highest white settlement upon the
Mississippi, and about 150 miles
from Sandy Lake.
The indications of civilisation which
met our eyes here were quite refreshing.
The town contained two log-houses
and a pigsty. There were a few chil-
dren, some cocks and hens, an acre of
potatoes, and another of Indian corn ;
a waggon standing near the door of
one of the houses, and the ferry-boat
aforesaid, which enabled the inhabit-
ants of Crow Wing to cross over to a
large house, the gable of which peeped
out from among the trees, and which,
we were told, was the residence of the
principal chief of the Chippeway In-
dians— a great warrior, and a person
of much celebrity, with an unpro-
nounceable name, which I did not
think of recording at the time.
We immediately invaded the most
substantial-looking house, and found
ourselves in a neat room, which con-
tained nothing but a few plain tables
and chairs ; so we continued our ex-
plorations, and were delighted to dis-
cover two women baking in the
kitchen, who, seeing four famished
ruffians thus unceremoniously intrud-
ing, were in no way disconcerted, but
forthwith placed before us some ex-
cellent loaves of corn-bread, some de-
licious butter, and a can of fresh milk,
which luxurious fare we attacked with
a violence that explained more than
words the nature of our necessities ;
and whilst we were burying our heads
by turns in the milk-can, and making
loaves disappear magically, other
dainties were set before us in the
shape of cold meat, cheese, and pota-
toes ; with which at length we ap-
peased our appetites, and then con-
descended to inform our hospitable
entertainers, and the man who had
lounged npfrom the ferry-boat, whence
we had come and whither we were
going, and suggested the propriety of
trading for victuals on the spot. As
the voyageurs, who knew him, guar-
anteed our being "safe pay," he
forthwith sold us sundry delicacies,
which we transported in triumph to
the canoe, getting, meanwhile, as
much information out of our friend as
his taciturn disposition allowed him to
afford us. There is some practice re-
quired in fencing with Far- Westers :
they are very dexterous in " pump-
ing," and exceedingly difficult to
" pump." The only way is never to
answer a question without putting a
portion of the reply into an interroga-
tory form. We gathered from the
male inhabitant of Crow Wing, that
his occupations were farming and
trading with the Indians; that the
soil was good, and the country fertile,
but chiefly adapted for grazing pur-
poses ; that the forest began here to
be broken in upon by patches of prairie ;
and, indeed, we could see for ourselves
the undulating grass- land stretching
away, just sufficiently diversified with
wood and supplied with water to
afford a most pleasing prospect, as
well as great natural advantages. Our
white friend, however, very soon be-
came more communicative in dis-
cussing the prospects of Indian trade
for the ensuing winter, with Cadot.
The two came to an arrangement
for embarking in a joint specula-
tion to Vermilion Lake ; the white
trader engaging to select the goods
and have them conveyed in canoes
from St Paul's to Sandy Lake, where
Cadot was to meet them, and accom-
pany them to Vermilion Lake, thir-
teen days' voyage from the mouth of
the Savannah, the route being princi-
pally up the St Louis River. Cadot
possesses a log -hut of his own on
Vermilion Lake, where he intends to
pass the winter. He told me that he
could get six marten skins for a blan-
ket worth 2| dollars, and sell the mar-
ten skins at St Paul's at 6 dollars a-
piece, which is a very fair profit. Le
Feve was hesitating between taking a
share in the venture, and going to La
Pointe for the autumn, to sell mer-
chandise to the Indians assembled
there for the annual payments, for
which he was to be paid five dollars a-
day from a private firm. As nearly as
I could calculate, from their own ac-
count, our voyageurs made an annual
income of about £300 a-year. We
paid them £1 a-day each. Although
we had so abundantly regaled our-
selves, B., whose health and appetite
had both returned, was unable to re-
sist the bread and butter he was en-
gaged .in carrying to the canoe, and
deliberately sat down upon the bank
and recommenced operations, which
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was such an unfair proceeding on his
part, that we were obliged, in self-de-
fence, to follow his example, and were
thus engaged when we became sud-
denly aware of the presence of a tall
Indian, who stood watching us with
mute astonishment. He was the most
perfect specimen of a Chippeway
*' brave " that I had yet seen : a
magnificent fellow, standing proudly
erect under his plume of hawks' fea-
thers, that betokened a warrior who
had taken in his day many a Sioux
scalp. His red blanket, worked with
many devices, was thrown gracefully
over his shoulder ; his belt was gar-
nished with tomahawk and scalping-
knife, and in his hand he held a hand-
somely mounted rifle. His feet were
-encased in richly embroidered mocca-
sins, with fringed leggings reaching to
the thigh. Altogether, his costume
exhibited a combination of ribbons,
feathers, beads, and paint, which
was wonderfully becoming. Near him,
in a respectful attitude, stood his
attendant, likewise armed to the
teeth, and carrying a formidable
and curiousty-shaped war-club, such
as I had never seen before, and a red-
earth pipe, with a long flat stem,
ornamented with coloured hair. We
were not surprised to hear that this
was the celebrated chief himself, of
whom we had heard so much, and who
smiled with complacent self-satisfac-
tion when we expressed our admira-
tion of his person and accoutrements,
and asked permission to examine his
weapons. He told us, and his account
was corroborated by the white settler,
that only two months before, a war
party of Sioux had visited Crow
Wing and killed twenty-five men,
women, and children, and it was to
revenge them that the expedition, of
which we had heard ever since leaving
Lake Superior, had been organised.
Of the success of that expedition he
could give us no details, nor did he
offer any explanation upon his own
absence from it ; and he was such an
evident grandee, that we did not push
our inquiries beyond the limits of polite-
ness. The scene was one which might
well be impressed upon the memory
of a stranger. The steep bank strewn
with provisions and camp equipments
of all sorts, the voyageurs mending
the upturned canoe, ourselves grouped
round loaves of bread and pyramids
of butter, discoursing with a painted
chief; the Indian behind wrapped in
his capacious blanket, in attitude or
countenance unmoved ; civilised wo-
men carrying provisions to the boat;
the brawny backwoodsman looking
carelessly on the broad prairie, stretch-
ing endlessly behind ; the rapid Mis-
sissippi sweeping past us; and the
wigwams of the Indians on an island
opposite, where the Crow Wing River
falls into the Mississippi,— all combin-
ed to form a most interesting scene.
The Crow Wing is about 200 miles
long, navigable for canoes to its source,
and, passing though a neutral terri-
tory between the Sioux and the Chip-
peway, it is consequently uninhabited
by any Indians; but its banks are
frequently the scene of bloodshed.
Here, too, are some valuable pineries ;
and the theatre of war will doubtless
before long be converted into one of
extensive lumber operations. As there
was still an hour of daylight, we pushed
on for Fort Ripley, about ten miles
lower down the river, in hopes of
arriving in time to pay the officers
stationed there a visit. It is the ex-
treme post of the United States army
in this direction. The evening was
lovely, the air soft and balmy, the
stream rapid, and we soon saw the
stars and stripes fluttering above a
neat white stockade upon the right
bank of the river.
While A. and C. were choosing a
camping ground, B. and I sallied
forth to the fort, and, passing a sentry
and gateway, found ourselves in a
small square, in the centre of which
stood two pieces of ordnance, and
round which were ranged the men and
officers' quarters.
We only found the doctor at home,
the captain and his subaltern being
out shooting; so we returned to a
sumptuous repast, upon which the com-
bined energies of the party had been
expended ; and had it not been for the
musquitoes, we should not have had a
care in the world. Just as we had
completed it, and were collecting round
our battered old lantern to light our
pipes, the three officers came down
from the fort and paid us a visit.
They were gentlemanlike, agreeable
-men, as I have invariably found the
officers of the United States army to
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175
be, and we discussed the war and
European politics, lying upon plaids
and blankets, and smoking near the
blazing fire, which threw a lurid glare
across the dark silent river. Then we
talked of life and sport in the Far West,
and were sorry to hear that we were
only two days from buffalo, since we
had not even a week to spare, and we
were therefore obliged, with regret, to
decline their hospitable invitation to
make the fort our starting-point, and
organise an expedition therefrom.
The nearest and best hunting-grounds
to Fort Ripley are at Otter-tail Lake
and the head waters of the Red River,
about sixty miles distant. At a late
hour we adjourned to the fort, and
were supplied with some spirits, a most
precious commodity in the Far West.
We had taken a very limited supply
from Superior, which we had only just
finished. The experience of every
traveller will bear me out in saying,
that there is no greater mistake
than to suppose that ardent spirits
fortify the constitution during a pro-
tracted period of exposure. I have
always observed that those who ab-
stained altogether from their use, ex-
cept medicinally, have been enabled
in the long-run to endure more hard-
ship and fatigue than those who
trusted to other stimulants than that
which the inherent vigour of their
constitutions supplied. B. and I were
tempted by the novelty of a roof to
accept the offer of the ferryman to
sleep in his room by the river-side.
We accordingly left our companions,
as usual, coiled round the fire, and
stretched ourselves upon his wooden
floor, while he ensconced himself in a
comfortable bed under musquito cur-
tains. It is fair to say that he offered
to share it with one of us, but we
declined his invitation, which was
given in such broad Irish that I asked
his history. It was a very common one.
He had deserted from our own army,
and, unable to get his livelihood by
his own independent exertions, had
entered that of the United States.
Here his knowledge of military duty
soon enabled him to attain the rank
of sergeant ; but, as he assured us in
a melancholy tone, he suffered from
an infirmity which he was unable to
overcome, and which had speedily
caused his degradation to the ranks.
His propensity to drink was not likely
to be gratified in his present remote
quarters ; and he expressed himself
highly contented with his employment,
and the income he derived from it.
The garrison of Fort Ripley con-
sists only of 34 men. The principal
object of a station at this distant point,
is to watch the Indian war perpetually
being carried on in the neighbourhood.
After a plunge from the end of the
ferry-boat, and a hearty breakfast, we
were again en route. The banks had
now become steep and precipitous ;
and at one place the voyageurs di-
rected our attention to an Indian
trail, which we landed to examine.
They at once pronounced it to be the
fresh war- trail of a party of Sioux ;
so we ascended the steep bank to see
if there were any signs of them. We
stood in the centre of a boundless
prairie, dotted here and there with
stunted oak, but extending without
interruption to the Rocky Mountains.
Many- coloured flowers were waving
in the long grass — the air was fragrant
with wild thyme — and the whole
aspect of the country forcibly re-
minded me of the steppes of Southern
Russia. In former days the buffalo
used to cross the river at this point ;
but it is said that none have ranged
the prairies to the east of the Missis-
sippi since 1820. We saw signs of
nothing larger than a badger, which
was promptly bagged, and made over
as a perquisite to the voyageurs. We
descended the steep bank to our canoe,
glad to have been induced to climb it
when rewarded by such a view, though
we were disappointed of seeing In-
dians. Shortly after we passed an
isolated mass of rock, which is covered
with their devices, and is hence called
the painted rock, and then found our-
selves being hurried down the stream
with a velocity which somewhat re-
sembled our former experience at the
Sault Ste. Marie. When the Missis-
sippi is high, the rapidity with which
canoes descend from Crow Wing to
St Paul's, a distance of more than 200
miles, is incredible. A hundred miles
in eight hours has been recorded as a
feat accomplished in these waters ;
and even in the course of our own
voyage, when the water was unusually
low, our day's performance, after
leaving Fort Ripley, was eighty miles.
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The first serious rapids are called the
Little Falls of the Mississippi. The
river is here compressed in a very
narrow channel. The left bank is a
bluff precipitous wall of rock project-
ing into the stream, and forming an
angle, round which it sweeps with
great impetuosity.
The excitement of this part of the
voyage was somewhat increased by
the confession of our voyageurs, that
it was so long since either of them
had made it, that they had nothing
but their instinct and good luck to
trust to. They therefore told us that
they would not risk shooting the Little
Falls, but make a portage ; so we
drew to land and jumped ashore,
shouldering our usual packs, and left
them to follow with the canoe. In-
stead of doing so, however, to our sur-
prise and disgust we found that they
had no sooner got rid of us than they
shoved off. It was an exciting mo-
ment to watch them, as they neared
the head of the foaming torrent, tight-
en their waistbands, make good their
footing, and, standing one at the bows
and the other at the stern, dash head-
long with their fragile bark into the
breakers. We ran along the rocky
bank watching the canoe tossing like
a cork upon the waves, and escaping
destruction against some pointed rock
by virtue of the vigilance and dex-
terity of the men ; and in three or
four minutes it was safely moored in
the back- water, and we arrived breath-
less, to scold our voyageurs for their
rashness in risking our boat, and their
perfidy in not risking us along with
it. We determined, however, to pro-
fit by experience, and amused our-
selves, while the tea was being made
for luncheon, by jumping in about
half-way up the rapid, and swimming
down, or rather being hurled down it,
and seeing who arrived at the bottom
first — which created much the same
interest to those on the bank as boys
experience when racing straws in a
gutter. After this we found it of very
little use to dress at all ; and B. and
I, having naturally amphibious ha-
bits, used to spend the greater part of
the day with scarcely anything on
but a pipe; and rapids or shallows
followed one another so fast and furi-
ously that we were almost as often
out of the boat as in it. Le Feve was
in his glory on these occasions ; and
whenever we miraculously escaped
going to pieces on a rock, his face ex-
panded into a broad grin of satisfac-
tion; indeed, our approach to a ra-
pid was a season of excitement to us
all, which was worth the whole of our
former experiences put together. It
is often difiicult to judge from the ap-
pearance of the water whether the
rocks are sufficiently covered to admit
of the passage of the canoe ; and I
often thought we were going stem on
to destruction when I saw a huge glo-
bular swelling ahead, betokening a
sunken rock over which we passed
harmlessly ; when at other times we
were startled by a sharp blow, and
felt the ominous upward pressure
upon the thin bark, when there was
no indication of this sort, or even the
usual breaker. The great art in
shooting a rapid is to take advantage
of every rock by scraping as close
past it as possible, and getting into
the eddy below. The man in the stern
directs operations ; and as we danced
along, Cadot would give the quick or-
ders, "Tire toi," " Change la main,"
" Au large ;" which we all learnt very
soon to understand and obey, and thus,
by different modes of paddling, to co-
operate with him in steering. The
shallows were less interesting, but nofe
less dangerous, to our boat than the
rapids. They generally occur where
the river is very broad, and only seven
or eight inches deep all the way
across. Then we are obliged to adopt
a zigzag course, and poke about look-
ing for water enough for our canoe —
a difiicult operation, on account of
the rapidity of the current. There is
nothing more disgusting than, after
having discovered what the voyageurs
called the ** Chenei" — a corruption of
u Chenal"— to find that the water is
gradually shoaling, until the canoe
grates rapidly over the pebbles for
some yards, and is only saved from
getting hard and fast, and having her
bark bottom cut through, by two or
three of us jumping out. Then we
have to paddle or punt up stream
again for fifty or a hundred yards, and
attempt another chenei.
Upon one occasion, while thus en-
gaged, we observed four wild- looking
Indians, mounted on two horses, trot-
ting along the bank. They were
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armed to the teeth, and carried long
rifles. In their savage attire and
uncouth aspect, they resembled Be-
douin Arabs so much more nearly
than our old friends the Chippeways,
that I asked Le Feve to what tribe
they belonged. He said they were
Winnebagoes going to their village,
which was not far off upon the right
bank ; and that as they were the most
notorious rascals in the country side,
the further we camped from them the
better. We therefore pitched upon a
lofty bank on the left side, and set off
in search of firewood, an unusual pro-
ceeding with us, for we had heretofore
camped in forest. We had, however,
preferred the prairie to the wooded
island which divided the stream, here
very broad, and had no reason to
regret our choice, for the view was
lovely. The river was smooth and
quiet, brilliantly reflecting the red
evening sky. The dark green wood
on the island contrasted well with
its burnished surface, where fish were
rising so freely that B. went pic-
turesquely wading about with his fly-
rod, indulging false hopes, for he ac-
complished nothing beyond making a
charming figure in the foreground. A
little lower down, the Winnebagoes
were fording or swimming the stream.
The only signs of life were upon the
river ; the prairie on both sides of it
extended in endless solitude. Our
couch was softer than usual on the
long prairie grass, and we dropped off
to sleep, inhaling the agreeable per-
fume which was emitted by the red
cedar logs, of which our fire was
composed.
Shortly after starting, on the fol-
lowing morning, we passed the Win-
nebagoe village of W^atab, extending
for nearly a mile along the right bank
of the. river. It was very early, and
the inhabitants were just getting up,
and grouping picturesquely round
their lodge fires. Blanketed figures
were lighting their early pipes — squaws
were washing themselves and their
papooses in the river, — curs were
prowling about everywhere— a num-
ber of men, about to start on an ex-
pedition, were mounting their horses,
and riding them down the steep bank,
with their rifles swung across the
saddle-bow ; — others were embark-
ed in canoes, towing their steeds
after them. These canoes are called
" periaguas," and are hollowed from
a single log, there being no birch
bark procurable. From the same cause
their lodges were not made of bark, but
of twisted reeds or canvass. As they
are a wealthy tribe, they can afford
civilised tents, which I was surprised
to see scattered among their wigwams*
Scarcely two of these were of the same
shape, and this variety gave a novel
and picturesque character to the whole
village, which was much increased by
singular stages made of grass, and
supported by four posts, which had
been erected before many of their ha-
bitations. In the centre of the village
stood the medicine pole, decorated as
usual with skins and streamers ; and
near it a long oval bower, which, from
its position, was probably the medicine
tent, in which are performed those
singular rites that Free Masons af-
firm connect the Winnebagoes with
their fraternity. It is certain that
there is a society in the tribe, the se-
cret of which is kept most sacred, and
one object of which is to relieve the
poor. The members of this society, or
medicine- men, are held in very high
estimation by the tribe. They enjoy
this distinction by virtue of possessing
the medicine stone, which they are
supposed to carry in their stomachs.
When new members are to be initiated,
this stone is vomited up, and placed
in the medicine bag, and the candi-
dates for admission are struck with it
upon the breast, and, from all ac-
counts, are thus thrown into a sort of
mesmeric sleep, during which ^they
are supposed to learn the mysteries of
the society, and on awakingfrom which
they become medicine-men, with the
stone in its proper locality. In addi-
tion to these curious ceremonies, they
also religiously keep up the scalp and
war-dances of their forefathers, and
retain their barbarous habits in spite
of the attempts of missionaries and
others to civilise and educate them.
LeFeve had the worst possible opinion
of them, which, he said, was shared
by all their red brethren. They en-
joy the reputation of being rich,
drunken, brave, cruel, dishonest^ and
independent. The peaceful relations,
however, which they manage to main-
tain with the Sacs, Foxes, Sioux?
and other warlike neighbours, prove
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178
that with these qualities they must
combine considerable sagacity and tact.
Le Feve said they could not get on
without fighting, and succeeded in
keeping on good terms with both
Sioux and Chippeways, by taking
either side indiscriminately.
They were found by the first French
missionaries and explorers settled on
Green Bay in Wisconsin, of which
country they may be said to be the
aboriginal inhabitants. From their
language, however, it is evident that
they are of the same stock as the Da-
kotahs. The name Winnebagoe, or
Winnepeg, signifies turbid water ;
hence the many lakes of the same
name. The tribe calls itself Hochun-
garas, or the trout nation. They
were of great assistance to the British
army in the war of 1812, having uni-
formly espoused the cause of the
Crown against the Americans. They
did not finally cede their lands in
Wisconsin until 1833, for a tract in
Iowa on the west of the Mississippi,
but were very loth to migrate to
their new territory, which was ulti-
mately, in 1846, changed for that
which they now occupy. They oc-
casionally commit outrages upon
peaceable white travellers, and think
less of assassination than their neigh-
bours. As is the case with all the
Indian tribes, their numbers have
been gradually diminishing ; and their
population, according to the last U. S.
government census of the Indian
tribes, amounts only to about 2500.
The Winnebagoe agency, which was
situated on Long Prairie River, about
fifty miles west of this village, is now
deserted, and in the year previous to
our visit, a council had been held, at
which the Winnebagoes agreed to re-
linquish the lands they held here for a
tract on Crow River. I do not know
whether this arrangement has received
the sanction of the general govern-
ment, but it was considered at St
Paul's that the interests of the Whites
would be injured rather than advanced
by the exchange. Passing the Osakis
or Sac River, which opens a line of
communication by means of bark
canoes with the Red River of the
North, we reached in a few hours a
substantially built house, the first we
had seen since leaving La Pointe, in a
•distance of about 600 miles. It was
situated at the head of the most dan-
gerous and celebrated rapids on the
river. We found a comfortable tavern
at this settlement, with a piece of re-
finement in one of the rooms which
created quite a sensation. The tavern-
keeper must have been somewhat as-
tonished on entering it, to find four
rough-looking characters crowding in
an earnest and excited manner round
a piece of looking-glass six inches
square ; but as we had been taking
the most intense interest in the pro-
gress of our respective beards, the op-
portunity thus afforded of inspecting,
for the first time, countenances which
had undergone some change from ex-
posure and neglect, naturally gave rise
to some excitement and very invidi-
ous comparisons. The owner of the
hotel was a farmer on quite a large
scale, having under cultivation about
150 acres. His wheat averaged twenty-
two bushels the acre, and his oats
thirty- five. The other crops, with
the exception of winter wheat, are
satisfactorily raised here, and also to
the north of this point ; and a state-
ment of the amount of the cereal pro-
duce per acre of the farms between
this and St Paul's, is the best answer
that can be given to " suckers" from
the South, who, when they pay these
" diggins " a visit, turn up their noses
and say, " You can't make cawn crap
hyar nohow you can fix it, stranger."
A stage runs down the left bank of
the river twice a-week to St Anthony,
and log-houses are springing rapidly
up upon the roadside at every ten or
fifteen miles. Three years ago there
was scarcely a habitation of any sort
above the Falls of St Anthony. The
village of Sauk is doubtless destined
to be a town of some importance, for
a steamer of light draught, launched
above the Falls of St Anthony, has
navigated the stream from that point
to the foot of the Sauk rapids, a distance
of eighty miles. The man at the tavern
said that there was too little water
upon the Sauk for us to shoot them
with any safety ; but Le F£ve had been
looking forward to this process with
such glee, and professed such confi-
dence in his own powers, despite his
total ignorance of the channel, that
we determined to risk our canoe,
which had become less indispensable
to our progress, since, in the event of
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her being wrecked, we could now pur-
sue our journey by land. When we
got to the head of the rapids, and saw
about a thousand yards of foam before
us, it was evident that, notwithstand-
ing the speed with which we hoped to
traverse them, the excitement would
be somewhat sustained. The danger
of these rapids, however, did not arise
from the velocity of the current, so
much as from the quantity of frag-
ments of pointed granite with which
the bed of the river, here about two
hundred yards across, is thickly strew-
ed, and many of which are only two
or three inches below the surface of
the water. Stripping ourselves so as
to be prepared for an emergency, we
plunged our canoe into the breakers,
and dashed merrily over the first
quarter of a mile, making some nar-
row escapes, but keeping the canoe
well in hand. Here, however, the
current became furious, and in spite
of our efforts, the canoe swung round,
and the stream took her broadside on,
and dashed her with some force against
a rock, upon which she became firmly
fixed. Le Fe>e, B., and I, were
overboard in a second. At first B.
disappeared altogether. He had
jumped out upon the deep side, and
finding no standing-ground, he had
gone under. Luckily he managed to
get hold of the edge of the canoe with
one hand, as the current was sweeping
him past it, and gradually drew up to
its level his dripping face and extin-
guished pipe, which he still held firm-
ly clutched between his teeth. Le
Feve, more experienced, was standing
on the top of the rock, not ankle deep
in water, while I was vainly endea-
vouring to obtain a footing near him
on another rock, against the edges of
which I received sundry bruises be-
fore I succeeded in making good my
stand against the current, which I was
only enabled at all to resist by keep-
ing firm hold of the canoe. Meantime
we expected her to go to pieces every
moment, and A., C., and Cadot, who
were inside, looked any thing but hap-
py. However, by a united shove to-
wards B., whose whole weight was
hanging upon her, she dropped into
the deep water. Le Feve and I
jumped in at the same moment; B.
trailed after a short way, and was
hauled in, and so we let her drive, the
water meantime flowing freely in
through a rent in the bark. We struck
severely once again, but did not stick,
and in a few moments we were in
smooth water, and the faithful old
craft was tenderly beached, and turned
up for inspection and repair. The
bottom was already so covered with
scars and rents which had been skil-
fully darned and gummed, that it was
like a piece of patch- work. However,
by dint of a fire-stick, and some more
bark and gum, she was soon pronounc-
ed fit to convey us the remainder of
our journey in safety ; and before even-
ing we had varied the excitement of
the day by a literal wild-goose chase,
which was crowned with success. We
stalked them carefully, and fired at
them swimming, in defiance of the pre-
judice of Cockney sportsmen who have
not to depend upon their guns only for
dinner. It was a fine sight to see a
flock of these huge birds rise noisily
from the water, and soar away over
our heads, and highly satisfactory to
observe that one had preferred diving
to following the example of his com-
panions. He had only had his wing
broken, and so continued to keep out
of shot, and dive actively for some
time, coming up in the most unex-
pected directions. As the river was
here very wide, and divided into nu-
merous channels by lovely wooded
islets, the chase was a long and
amusing one, and ended by the goose
taking refuge on shore and being run
down.
On account of these various delays
it was late before we arrived at the
mouth of the Elk River, which we had
determined to reach, because the voy-
ageurs held out the prospect of an inn
at that spot. We found here a good
house, occupied by twenty or thirty of
the roughest characters I had ever
seen. Our arrival created a good
deal of curiosity and astonishment,
and we went through the usual course
of sharp cross-examination, which
ended in not satisfying our questioners,
who were principally regular Yankees,
and discussed the merits of each
other's claims and the advantages of
Minnesota generally. Some had al-
ready profited from these, others had
just arrived, and were acquiring in-
formation. We made a supper off
mush, squash, hominy, and other Far
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West delicacies, and then turned into
two beds as a novelty. Our voya-
geurs slept on the river-bank near
the canoe. We were struck, in the
course of our next day's voyage,
by the numerous farm-houses which
began to enliven the banks of the
river, and the signs of civilisation
followed in rapid succession, to cheer
us on our way, and encourage us with
the prospect of a speedy termination
to our journey. Not that we were
desirous of relinquishing our bark-
canoe life ; but the apprehension of an
accident, and consequent delay, had
somewhat marred its enjoyment. We
passed Bum River, which connects
Mille Lacs, the former hunting-ground
of the Sioux, with the Mississippi, and
were delighted with the smiling aspect
of the country through which we
paddled. Great numbers of the set-
tlers are Germans, who come penniless
to Minnesota, settle upon a piece of
land, which they improve to the value
of fifty dollars a- year, at the same
time earning a livelihood for them-
selves by obtaining employment in
the neighbourhood. When at the
end of five years they have thus ex-
pended two hundred and fifty dollars
on their land, the Government pre-
sents them with sixty acres, and they
thenceforward set up as small farmers
on their own account.
The territory is thus becoming
rapidly populated by an industrious
and enterprising class, who appre-
ciate the good policy which has de-
vised such liberal and advantageous
terms to the emigrant. At last we
came in sight of the well-built and
picturesquely-situated town of St An-
thony. The white houses rising upon
the left bank of the river were half
concealed by the trees amid which
they were embowered, and looked
substantial and comfortable. Saw-
logs, booms, and other signs of lum-
ber operations, crowded the river.
Threading our way between these, we
entered a narrow channel behind a
green island, and, mooring our canoe
under the spreading shade of some
magnificent trees, congratulated our-
selves upon having reached our last
portage. We determined, in making
it, to create a sensation in St An-
thony, and to convey our trusty bark
through the town to the bottom of the
falls in a cart. This was, indeed,
only a proper mark of attention to the
craft which had outlived so many
perils, and served us as a home for so
long. So we despatched our voy-
ageurs upon an exploring expedition
into the town, and, sheltering our-
selves from the mid- day sun, we lay
dreamily upon the bank, watching
the eddying stream, and wondering
whether the voyage of three hundred
miles with it, which we had still in
prospect under very different circum-
stances, would afford us as much en-
joyment as that which we had so
nearly completed.
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THE IMPERIAL POLICY OF RUSSIA.
PART II.
So deeply interesting is the time that
is now passing, that an attempt to re-
call the past, even when the present
cannot well be understood without
it, appears almost an impertinence.
Events are jostling and thrusting
aside each other in such a manner,
that the student of history might well
be excused, if for the time being he
were to leave the octavo on the shelf,
and confine his attention to the broad
sheet of the Times newspaper, for he
would not ill employ all the intervals
between its numbers in pondering on
the matter contained in them. The-
modest historian of Athens, centuries
before the Christian era, when he
took in hand to write the account of
the Peloponnesian War, divining at
its beginning that it would be one of
the most important of all time, per-
haps secretly feeling that he could
help to make it so, and setting to
work honestly and impartially in col-
lecting evidence, and making himself
master of contemporary events, might
furnish an example to those in our
day who possess similar gifts, warn-
ing them not to let slip so fair an
opportunity of recording this gigantic
duel of the East with the West, which
threatens to fill the habitable globe
with the echoes of its war-cries. The
reason why Greece and its little wars
possess such undying interest, and
why the record of one war of twenty-
seven years makes Thucydides immor-
tal to us, is, that Greece was a minia-
ture world, and that the man whose
pages give a microscopic view of its
sayings and doings, is presenting,
while he does so, an accurate picture
of modern times, with their subtle
contests of state-craft and wars of
peoples rather than of kings. There
is especially just now an abundance
of exact parallelism. We have seen
fulfilled the prophecy of the Delphic
oracle at the beginning of the Pelo-
ponnesian War —
"H£ei Aoopiafcos TroXejuos1, KCU Xoi/uos ap,
avTco.
— "A Doric war shall come, and a
plague with it." Latterly, another
striking similarity has been observed.
The principal actors with whom the
drama began are not destined to bring
it to an end ; but even while it is Pre-
sent, they belong to the Past. As
Pericles, Demosthenes, Eurymedon,
Brasidas, passed away to make room
for Lysander and Alcibiades, so we
have been destined to see, only in
the second year of the war, removed
from their earthly responsibilities, the
Emperor Nicholas, and the two Gene-
rals-in-Chief of the British and French
armies in the East. It is useful to
reflect that the furies of war are less
mortal than the men who set them to
work, or are set to work by them.
Again, there is found in that wisest
of histories a salutary lesson for our
impatience. When the account of a
war is written popularly and care-
lessly, the consummations seem to
wait on the beginning, and the changes
of fortune seem to follow each other
with romantic rapidity. Thucydides,
after recording one or two unimpor-
tant expeditions in the course of a
year, which scarcely showed which
side was the stronger, simply adds,
and " so the summer came to an end,
and the second or sixteenth year
ended for this war, which Thucydides
described." The impatience of his
countrymen, who fined Pericles be-
cause events did not march fast
enough in their favour, is aptly repre-
sented by the sinking spirits of those
of our statesmen who would prefer a
dishonourable peace to carrying out
to the end the struggle to which they
deliberately committed, 'not only their
SCHLOSSER'S Geschiclite des \8ten und desl9ten Jahrhunderts.
Histoire de fiussie. Bibliotheque de Lille.
The Life of Catharine II., Empress of Russia. 3 vols. London, 1799.
VOLTAIRE. Life of Peter the Great.
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own reputation, but the honour of
their country; forgetting that nations,
like individuals, must be made " per-
fect through suffering."
But our excuse for reverting to the
history of the Past must be found in
the truth of the fact to which we just
now adverted, that the Present cannot
well be understood without it, and
that on no historic ground does the
Present appear in its prominent cir-
cumstances a mere repetition of the
Past, more strikingly than on that
which forms the subject of the present
papers. This will especially appear
when we come to speak of the Era-
press Catharine II. and her times.
But we must not anticipate ; and the
history of Russian policy between
Peter I. and his female rival is well
worth a cursory view.
In endeavouring to give a kind of
architectural finish to the edifice of
Russian despotism, the genius of Peter
the Great overreached itself. Not
content with the absolutism of the
living Tsar, he wished to lay down
as a principle, that the dead Tsar
should rule from the grave, and, in
defiance of all legitimacy and com-
monly recognised rules of succession,
appoint his successor by will. Never
was the truth of the proverb "L'homme
propose, Dieu dispose," more fitly
illustrated. From the time of Peter
to the present, the Russian succession
has been the most anomalous in the
world, independent alike of the legi-
timate or the elective principle ; and
the most autocratic of monarchs has
generally owed his throne to the acci-
dental success of some low intrigue of
the camarilla, as has frequently hap-
pened among the despotisms of India.
Yet, strangely enough, this uncertainty
in the personality of the Tsar has had
little or no effect on the imperial
policy of Russia. We cannot give
much credit to the account of the ex-
istence of a formal will of Peter, in
which the policy to be pursued by his
successors was laid down in detail,
including a plan for undermining and
gradually getting possession of Europe
and the world. Voltaire expressly
says, that in his last moments he had
begun to make a will, but was only
able to write the words which signify
" Give up all," without saying to.
Thorn ; at the same time, he argues
to the improbability of a man so
systematic in all his doings, having
died without providing for the future.
We cannot help thinking that Vol-
taire's evident wish to believe that
Peter did make a will, joined with his
inability to produce facts to prove it,
is a strong evidence of the omission ;
and with every deference to the opi-
nion of a man who was emphatically
the man of the world in his time, we
cannot lay much stress on the impro-
bability he speaks of. Those who are
full of life, of youthful nature — veavinoi
rr)i> (fivo-iv — like the young themselves,
have at best but a faint belief in death,
and " think all men mortal but them-
selves ; " and Peter was one of these.
Nor, paradoxical as it may appear, is
such faintness of belief in death incon-
sistent with the highest intellect, but
rather its contrary. For intellectual,
like physical activity, is naturally
sceptical of inaction ; nor need we go
out of our way to blame human weak-
ness for this result, which rather pro-
ceeds from a most beneficent law of
nature. For were men perpetually
taken up with that practice of death
in life which Plato and certain mon-
astic orders enjoin, life would find no
energy to provide for it, and every-
thing great here below would be left
unachieved.
There is, however, little doubt that
Peter did intend to make a will, and
that he wished to establish as a fun-
damental law of the Russian consti-
tution that every Tsar should name his
successor before his death. Whether
he did so in his own case or not, is
more difficult to establish. It is quite
certain that it was the interest of the
courtiers to say that he did, as it was
their interest in after times to keep up
the policy of which he was the father,
and to which, as we shall find here-
after, every monarch who did not for-
ward it, after the example that Peter
had set with his eldest son, was un-
scrupulously sacrificed.
It was argued by the courtiers that
Peter, whether he made a will or not,
by the solemn coronation of his wife
Catharine— a thing unprecedented in
the history of Russia— intended her
not only to be considered as in every
respect his partner on the throne in
life, but his successor, to the prejudice
of the natural living heirs. But the
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circumstances of the case sufficiently
explain themselves. Peter had put
away his first wife Eudoxia, by whom
he was the father of the unfortunate
Alexis, who was as much the victim
of his conservatism as any of the mar-
tyrs of the French Revolution, to
marry the low-born Catharine, whose
beauty and shrewdness were her sole
recommendations. During the cam-
paign of the Pruth, when his life and
the safety of his army were in danger,
he owed both to the astuteness of this
woman ; and thus it does not appear
singular that, during her good be-
haviour, he was willing to heap ex-
traordinary honours upon her, whether
or not he meant to enact a law the
reverse of the Salic law in her favour.
But he was not a man to be crossed
with impunity, and Catharine's lat-
ter conduct appears to have deeply
offended him — in fact, to such a degree
that her disgrace or death would have
been the consequence of the prolonga-
tion of her husband's life. The cour-
tier Menschikoff — a man of an origin
as low as that of the Tsarina — was
the partner in her offence ; and during
the last moments of the Emperor, this
man, having gained over a great part
of the clergy and officials, had the
audacity to seize the imperial strong-
hold and the treasury, maintaining,
when the emperor had breathed his
last, that interpretation of his incom-
plete will, by which " all was to be
given up" to Catharine. Thus, im-
mediately after the most despotic
throne in the world had reached its
maximum of consolidation, it became
the prey of a pair of obscure and im-
pudent adventurers.
Voltaire adduces as a proof of the
extreme solidity of the constitution of
Russia as established by Peter, the
fact that four women were able to
hold with success the reins of govern-
ment after him, and that in each of
their reigns the imperial policy of
Russia was more or less forwarded.
He might have added that the fact of
four such women having been able to
reign at all was a proof of the utterly
unscrupulous character of the courtiers,
the symbol of whose power was but the
dagger of assassination, and the degrad-
ing submissiveness of the governed.
It is worthy of particular notice
that those nations who enacted a Salic
VOL. LXXVIII. — NO. CCCCLXXVIII.
law in the middle ages, were especi-
ally those who held female character
in the highest honour, and on that
very account thought a woman unfit
to fill an arbitrary throne, or one of
undefined prerogative, because such a
position would expose her to peculiar
temptations — such temptations as, if
yielded to, would forfeit for her the
respect and obedience of the governed.
This feeling was, no doubt, apart
from that necessity of the middle ages,
that a sovereign should head the
armies of the state. Obedience and
devotion to a woman without charac-
ter would have seemed to the knights
of old as difficult as allegiance to a
king who habitually broke his word,
or otherwise forgot his manly honour.
This alienation of the affections of a
chivalrous nation is instanced now
in the case of a southern sovereign,
whose deficiencies in self - respect
have lost her the respect of her
subjects, and bid fair to hand them
over to a state of anarchy. We
must not be suspected of advocating
a Salic law in the case of a consti-
tutional queen, for loyalty would be
enhanced by chivalrous sympathies
if the lamp of purity and domestic
virtue shone for ever in the highest
place, as it could, indeed, best if the
throne were filled by a woman, and
such a woman as a Victoria or a
Eugenie. But as for Russia, the case
is far different ; and the fact that wo-
men, stained not only with feminine
frailty, but even with that most un-
feminine vice of habitual drunkenness,
were able to rule her undisturbed,
and even preferred to other rulers of
better right, furnishes alone conclusive
evidence of the innate and irretriev-
able barbarism of that nation.
That the Great Emperor himself, in
spite of his predilections for exotic
civilisation, lived and died a savage,
in taste and feeling no better than the
lowest of his subjects, may be seen by
referring to the text of his admirer
Voltaire.
" When he had created his nation,
he thought that he might well be
allowed to consult his inclinations in
marrying his favourite — a favourite
who well deserved to become his wife.
He celebrated this marriage publicly
in 1712. This famous Catharine was
an orphan, born in the village of
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Ringen in Esthonia, brought up, as a
charity, in the house of a Lutheran
minister named Gliick, and married
to a Livonian soldier ! Two days after
this marriage she was taken captive
in war, and passed from the service
of the Generals Bauer and Sheremetof
into that of Menschikoff, a journey-
man pastrycook, who became a prince
and the first man of the empire. At
length she became the wife of Peter
the Great, and afterwards sovereign
empress after the death of the Tsar,
a position of which she was worthy.
She had much influence in softening
the manners of her husband, and
saved many more backs from the
knout and heads from the axe than
General Le Fort had done. She was
loved and respected. A German
baron, an equerry of an abbot of
Fulda, would not have married Catha-
rine, but Peter the Great thought that
by his side merit could dispense with
thirty -two quarterings. Sovereigns
love to think that there is no great-
ness but that which they bestow, and
that all is equal in their presence."
That Peter dared to marry Catha-
rine, and appoint her his successor,
showed that he could dare everything
with his people.
Setting aside the consideration that
Peter's wife was not a gentlewoman,
and the even more important one of
irreproachable character, Catharine I.
seems to have been fitted by other
qualities to succeed her husband, her
mental endowments marking her out
as one to whom his policy might
be intrusted, and her kindness of dis-
position as a monarch likely to secure
affection. There is one anecdote which
tells well for her feeling and temper.
One of her maids of honour was sen-
tenced to receive eleven blows of the
knout. The empress endeavoured
Jo beg her off ; the emperor refused,
smashing in his rage a vase of Vene-
tian glass, and exclaiming, " You see
that nothing but a blow from my hand
is wanted to reduce this glass to the
dust from which it came." Catharine
gave him a look full of grief and ten-
derness, and said, " Very well, you
have broken that which was the orna-
ment of your palace ; do you think
that it will be embellished by such a
proceeding?" The story adds, "These
words appeased the emperor, but all
the indulgence that his wife could
obtain at his hands was that the maid
of honour should only receive five
blows of the knout instead of eleven.'r
It is not to be wondered at after this
that the brutality of the husband led to-
the infidelity of the wife, as is too often
the case. That Catharine should have
been vaguely accused of poisoning him
to save herself, is, though not probable,
scarcely unnatural, though the sur-
mise may have been entirely founded
on subsequent occurrences in the Rus-
sian court.
But however Catharine may have
behaved to Peter personally, she re-
spected his wishes, and carried out
his policy. Voltaire says emphatically,
" Le palais a eu des revolutions apres
sa mort ; I'&at n'en a e"prouv6 aucune.
La splendour de cet empire s'est aug-
mente'e sous Catharine I. : il a tri-
omphd des Turcs et des Suddois sous
Anne Petrona ; il a conquis, sous
Elizabeth, la Prusse et une partie de
la PomeVanie ; il a joui d'abord de la
paix, et il a vu fleurir les arts sous
Catharine II." It is well worthy of
observation, that from the time of
Peter the Great to that of Alexander
I., it is the empresses, much more
than the emperors, who seem to have
kept steadily in view the imperial
policy of Russia, as bequeathed to
them by Peter the Great. This fact
of itself shows that its maintenance
depended, in all cases, as much on the
traditions of an interested court as
on the personal inclinations of the
sovereign.
In the very coronation of Catharine
during the life of Peter, the Russian
longing for Constantinople, the key of
the imperial policy, appeared to be
symbolised. It was from the history of
imperialByzantiumthatRussia assum-
ed her double-headed eagle, and that
the Czar, in his proclamation, quoted
the precedents for this ceremony..
Thus did a woman, raised to thethrone,
seem bound, by injunctions particu-
larly solemn, to carry out a policy by
the maintenance of which alone she
had a right to reign. And by the pe-
culiar customs of the Russian court, a
female sovereign was the most pliant
instrument in the hands of that
knot of courtiers to whom the policy
of Peter was daily bread.
Catharine I. did not long survive
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her husband ; she reigned but two
years, and during that time, although
the external limits of the empire do
not appear to have been much ad-
vanced, we may presume that its
power suffered no diminution, and its
internal organisation became more
complete. Unless she is maligned, it
appears that her constitution was un-
dermined by the too free use of the
delicious wine of Tokay. This was "a
taste naturally imbibed in the court of
her husband, where drunkenness, after
a certain hour, was the rule both for
men and women, and sobriety the ex-
ception. If Peter did not make a will,
it appears that Catharine did ; and
here it appears that she simply con-
sulted the common usage in appoint-
ing Peter, the son of the outcast
Alexis, to fill the throne of his grand-
father. This may, if sincerely done,
have been the effect of remorse, a
natural love of justice, or the influence
of her confessor. In case of Peter
Alexievitch dying without issue, the
succession was to pass to Catharine's
elder daughter Anne ; in case of
Anne's dying, in the same way to
Catharine's younger daughter Eliza-
beth, and to her legitimate heirs after
her, it being provided that the pos-
session of a foreign crown, or the pro-
fession of any other religion than the
Greek, should invalidate all preten-
sions to the throne of the Tsars. But
she added a clause to this will, which,
whether intentionally or not, was cal-
culated to nullify the rest. A regency
being necessary, in consequence of the
tender years of the heir-apparent, it
was to be administered by nine per-
sons, namely, Anne, Elizabeth, the
Duke of Holstein, Prince Menschikoff,
and five other senators— just the per-
sons, of all others, most interested in
setting the heir- apparent aside, not-
withstanding that another clausein the
will forbade them to do so — being
added, we may suppose, if not in
innocent misguidedness, for decency's
sake. The Tsar was to come of age
at sixteen, and until that time intrigue
had its fling. Peter II. was proclaimed
the day after the empress's death, for
form's sake. But it soon became plain
that Menschikoff was to be the only
real regent. He disgusted the Duke
of Holstein and his wife Anne into
quitting St Petersburg, and then he
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had it all his own way. His object
was to marry the young emperor to
his daughter, and then get him fully
into his possession. But by his tem-
porary exercise of power in the state
and army, he became so unpopular
that his ambition was soon frustrated.
Peter II. was set against Menschikoff
by one Prince Ivan Dolgorouki, a
Russian noble of the reactionary
party ; and now taking the law into
his own hands, he succeeded in de-
grading Menschikoff, and sending him
to Siberia.
The young Prince Dolgorouki suc-
ceeded to the court favour which
Menschikoff had enjoyed ; and the
young Tsar was on the point of mar-
rying his friend's sister, when the
small-pox — that scourge of the time —
carried him off the 31st January ] 730.
When he came to the throne, he had
recalled to court from her convent
his grandmother Eudoxia, Peter the
Great's first wife, although she had
lived too long out of the world to feel
herself at home in it, and soon went
back to her retirement. This, with
other circumstances, tends to show
that, if this Tsar had lived, he would,
if he had been able, have reversed his
grandfather's system ; and even thus
early, the imperial policy of Russia
might have been nipped in the bud.
Providence had otherwise ordained.
By the death of Peter II. without
issue, the male line of Romanoff became
extinct. If Anna Petrovna had been
alive, she would have been the next
heir, according to Catharine's will;
but she had died in 1728, leaving an
only son, who afterwards reigned as
Peter III., and would have reigned
now, had the will of the deceased
Tsarina been otherwise than waste
paper in the hands of the omnipotent
camarilla. Little did it avail Catha-
rine that she named her last wish the
fundamental law of the state. The
supreme council assembled, and called
Anne, daughter of Ivan, Peter the
Great's elder brother, to the throne.
In doing so, the council seems merely
to have kept in view the perpetuation
of its own power, for it endeavoured
to bind its creature, the new empress,
by guarantees of limitation, by which,
if they had been permanently carried
out, the imperial theory of irresponsible
power would have been completely
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ignored. But it was easier to set
aside the wishes of the dead than to
bind the living ; and the aristocratic
principle was too far gone in Russia
to be resuscitated by any artificial
galvanism. A deputation, headed
by Prince Dolgorouki, the father of
that Ivan who was the friend of Peter
II., set out for the residence of the
Duchess of Courland, to call her to
the sovereignty — but under the con-
dition that she should bring no stran-
gers in her suite, and especially one
Biren, who exercised a strong influ-
ence over her. A little common sense
would have taught the deputation the
futility of this mission, in all except-
ing the acceptance of the throne by
the future empress. Anne swallowed
all her pledges, signed her name to
everything, and, as soon as she came
to Moscow, began to set about break-
ing her faith with these foolish friends.
She soon surrounded herself with a
camarilla of her own choosing, at the
head of which was the forbidden Biren.
Then she called an assembly of the
nobles, and, sure of success, threw
upon them the responsibility of her
usurpation. She excused the viola-
tion of her pledges on the ground
that she acted under compulsion,
having a right to the succession, and
•that those who endeavoured to violate
the constitution by limiting the power
-of the sovereign were guilty of high
treason in doing so. The assembly
having justified her by acclamation,
she publicly tore the agreement she
had made, and proclaimed herself
autocratrix of all the Russias. Biren
had then his full swing of vengeance
on his enemies, especially the family
Dolgorouki. Ivan and Vassili were
broken on the wheel, others beheaded,
-and others sent to Siberia.
This Biren, who filled the same
position in the court of Anne that
Potemkin and many others occupied
in that of Catharine II., ruled Russia
with a grinding tyranny, but extended
her empire abroad. He succeeded
in deposing the patriotic king of
Poland, Stanislaus Leckzinski, and
substituting Augustus III., Elector of
Saxony, a mere creature of Russia.
The armies of Russia, commanded by
Munich, gave effectual assistance to
the German Emperor Charles VI.,
conquered the Turks, and routed the
Tartars of the Crimea. At Biren's
instigation, the empress took measures
to plant offsets of Russian imperialism
in Germany, by marrying her niece,
the daughter of Charles, duke of
Mecklenburg, and of her sister, Cathe-
rine Ivanovna, to the Prince Antony
Ulric of Brans wick -Luneburg, the
nephew of the Austrian empress. At
the same time, she nominated this
niece as her successor to the throne
of the Tsars. Biren, however, sub-
sequently, thinking that a child would
be more manageable than a woman,
and foreseeing his own permanent
preferment in a regency, managed to
get the child of the Tsarina-elect —
whose name had been changed from
Catharine to Anne, with the same
ease that her religion had been changed
from Lutheran to Greek for the sake
of the throne — nominated heir-appa-
rent, to the prejudice of his mother,
as well as of his aunt, Elizabeth
Petrovna. It was scarcely possible,
in the nature of things, that a marriage
undertaken under such auspices as
that of Catharine, alias Anne of
Mecklenburg, could come to much
good in itself or in its issue. Never
was there, in the whole history of the
pampered levity of courts, so flagrant
a defiance of Nemesis or Divine jus-
tice. That barbarous court could be
satisfied with no exuberance of festi-
vity in which cruelty did not find a
place. One anecdote is quite enough.
A certain Prince Galitzin had during
his travels embraced the Roman
Catholic religion. When he returned
to Russia, Anne condemned him to
expiate his apostacy — not on the
scaffold, but by acting the part of
court-jester ; a refinement of brutality
similar to that by which the Spanish
Inquisition sent heretics to the stake
in ridiculous dresses ; and though he
was a man of forty, she made him
associate with her boy-pages, and no
doubt submit to all their imperti-
nences. His wife died. Instead of
respecting his bereavement, nothing
would satisfy this — as the Germans
might call her — raven-empress, but
that the poor widower should marry
again immediately, and, because he
was of high rank, some rough country
wench. This wedding was to follow
and travesty that of her imperial
niece.
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It was the winter of 1740, one of
the hardest of its century. A palace
of ice was raised on the occasion,
completely furnished in all its details
with the same material, from which
were also made four cannons and two
mortars, which, placed in front of the
palace, were fired several times with-
out bursting — not that the authorities
much cared whether they did or not.
The governors of all the different
provinces were obliged to send their
specimens of all the subject races in
their national costumes, to form a
processional pageant which, under
other circumstances, might have been
interesting. The procession was
formed of more than three hundred
persons, and passed before the win-
dows of the empress and through the
principal streets of the town. The
newly -married pair came first, shut
up in a great cage, and carried on an
elephant. Some of the guests were
borne on camels, the others were dis-
tributed in pairs in drays drawn by
rein-deer, oxen, dogs, goats, and even
swine. The dinner was prepared in
Biren's own establishment, and the
representatives of each country were
regaled with their peculiar dishes. It
was followed by a ball, composed of
a medley of all the national dances,
and the whole ceremonial ended with
the instalment of the bridal pair in
their palace of ice. M. Chopin, who
relates these doings, justly remarks,
that those who set on foot this festi-
val, not so much burlesque as cruel,
were more degraded by it than its
victims. We should not have cited
this anecdote did it not tend to show
one of the directions taken by the im-
perial policy of Russia. This was the
systematic humiliation of the profes-
sion of the Roman religion.
This vile proceeding was of a piece
with the vulgar jest of Peter the
Great, when he created his fool Sotoff
pope of Rome, and married him,
when he was more than eighty, to a
poor creature of his own age — the at-
tendant ceremonies being such as to
outrage all religion and decency ; a
piece of brutality which Voltaire re-
lates with anything but disapproba-
tion — probably condoning the of-
fence against good taste for the sake
of the insult to the Church of his
country. These two instances of
of Russia.— Part II. 187
practical joking, far excelling in inge-
nuity as well as cruelty anything
done by the stupid idleness of youth
under that name, taken together with
a course of oppression against the
Roman Catholic Poles, and coming
to a climax in the cruelties practised
on the nuns of Minsk in the reign o-f
Nicholas, seem to prove that insult to
the Latin religion was part of the
system of the Tsars. Why it was so
is more difficult to say. The Tsars,
having done much to limit the inde-
pendence of their own clergy, might
have wished to throw a sop to their
bigotry by persecuting a religion his-
torically antagonistic to the Greek.
And there is room to suspect political
vindictiveness. It is mentioned as a
fact by one of our authorities, that
among the German princesses who
were sought for Russian alliances, the
Protestants were easily induced to
abjure their religion, and to berebap-
tised into the Greek Church, while
the Catholics invariably shrank from
such a compromise of principle. If
this be true, it only tallies with recent
observation of the vagueness and lax-
ity of the Protestant faith of Ger-
many, philosophised into Pantheism
with the learned, and slumbering into
immorality of conduct and political
perfidiousness with the reigning houses
and the courts.
The position which Biren occupied
in the state during the reign of this
empress, similar to that which Men-
schikoff occupied under Catharine L,
seems to have become henceforth,,
during the times of the female sove-
reigns up to the end of the reign of
Catharine II., a part of the constitu-
tion of Russia. The position of the
husband of a queen or empress is a
difficulty in every country, because,
his inferiority to her as a subject has
to be reconciled with his regal supe-
riority as a husband. We get out of
the difficulty by enacting that the
queen shall never marry a subject,
binding the 'prince-consort to remain
for ever in the position of a resident
foreigner, visiting the crowned head
on terms of equality. The Russians
of those days preferred another expe-
dient, by which the private character
of the empress was sacrificed to her
prerogative. They dispensed alto-
gether with the marriage ceremony
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in the case of her partner ; and thus,
just as the Sultan of Turkey is con-
sidered too high for any woman to
share his elevation, and therefore
never married, the Sultana being no-
thing more than the chief of his
slaves, so the favourite of the Em-
press of Russia for the time being
was nothing more than the chief of
her slaves ; but, notwithstanding that,
if sufficiently able, frequently manag-
ing to rule the country in her name
with despotic power. At the same
time he remained attached to her
court only during her will and plea-
sure, and, especially in the case of
Catharine II., was kept under strict
surveillance, never being allowed to
leave the palace without special per-
mission from his sovereign.
This custom is a subject which it is
not very desirable to dwell on, being,
in its circumstances, unholy ground —
a kind of half-congealed stream of
lava which lies in our way, and which
we must trip over, but as swiftly and
lightly as possible, for fear of burn-
ing the soles of our shoes. A cursory
notice is necessary to enable us to un-
derstand this period of Russian his-
tory.
The imperial policy of Russia, as
beginning with Peter and carried out
by the empresses and their favourites
his successors, was as immoral as the
practices of their courts. Its most
obvious characteristic is its utter want
of heroism. Rome advanced to her
conquests in a very different manner.
She let the nations know beforehand
that she meant to conquer them.
After giving them this information,
she was indulgent to the submissive,
investing them at once with all her
privileges of citizenship — merciless to
the resisting, but knowing one only
way worthy of herself to bear them
down — fair and open fighting, as Vir-
gil well describes her imperial policy.
But that of Russia was, if imperial,
not externally imperious. A great
respect and deference to foreign
powers, foreign usages, foreign per-
sons, was assumed throughout. The
Tsar was the humble scholar, cap in
hand, waiting his time to distance his
masters. Force was always ready in
the background, waiting outside till
wanted, like the myrmidons of a com-
missary of police making a domiciliary
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visit on some state offender. It was
Peter's especial care to make all safe.
His navy was not generally to fight
unless far outnumbering the enemy — a
principle on which it acts in the present
war. He would never have authorised
running the gauntlet against a Euro-
pean league ; and even now this war
of ours would not be on our hands un-
less Russia had been deceived by our
Ministers, and, from their pacific
professions and extra civility, taught
to think that it was not probable we
should draw the sword against her as
well as France. The action of Rus-
sian aggression on all surrounding
countries may be compared to that
element of frost which is literally one
of her most powerful arms. Secret,
cold, and insinuating, it proceeds by
sapping and undermining; and just
as the mischief of frost is latent till
the great rock, or bridge, or wall, or
railway embankment, comes down a
heap of rubbish, so is her policy la-
tent till a nation collapses, and there
is nothing left for her to do but to
plant her flag upon its ruins. The
most difficult kingdom to maintain
against her is ever one divided against
itself— one in which there is a split or
schism, no matter how small at first ;
just as it is necessary that there should
be some cranny or chink in the solid
mass to admit the sap of frost. Now,
of kingdoms divided against them-
selves, and therefore not likely to
stand, there never was a more glar-
ing instance in -history than that of
Poland. Patriotism may have lin-
gered amongst her nobles, but with
an elective monarchy, and one to
which foreigners were eligible, sowing
a rich harvest of pretensions and pre-
tenders, it must soon have become
practically a dead letter. Not so
many years after the heroism of John
Sobieski at the battle of Vienna
achieved the salvation of Germany,
perhaps of Europe, and made the
Crescent turn to its wane when it
seemed on the point of becoming
full, had Poland fallen so far in the
respect of Europe that the question
of its division in 1710 is said to
have been secretly mooted in diplo-
matic conversations at the Russian
court. It must have struck Peter at
once that partition, though not so
glorious, would be better than whole-
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sale deglutition, because the latter
operation, if successful, would have
raised a compact phalanx of oppon-
ents in Germany ; whereas, by allow-
ing the complicity of the leading
powers — and better of two than of
one of them — their souls would be as
it were sold to him, and they would
either be disposed to wink at further
aggressions not immediately concern-
ing themselves, or else, when the
light dawned upon them, they would
not have the courage to resist his
encroachments — being placed in the
dilemma of becoming satrapies of
Russia, or submitting to political dis-
solution. Is not this precisely the
position of Prussia and Austria now ?
Though asleep morally, their senses
are enough awake to see the monster
of the nightmare growing larger and
bearing down upon them, but they
cannot fly or strike. Poland keeps
them motionless, and with their hair
standing on end, just as the coverings
of his bed obstruct the hands and the
feet of the dreamer. Why did we also
finally acquiesce in the partition of Po-
land ? Surely it was not for the sake
of our trade. We may almost tremble
at this insinuation, but, if it be true,
we may have sold our souls likewise.
We hope that it was only blindness.
If so, it was not so much a crime as
an error, but an error which nothing
will atone for now but some of the
best blood of our men, and some of
the holiest tears of our women, shed
because of its shedding. Other coun-
tries, though in a less degree than
Poland, had presented the same oppor-
tunities of interference to Peter the
Great. He had found a king in Prus-
sia, Frederick- William, a rough-and-
ready man, well-meaning but injudi-
cious, inclined himself to Puritanical
strictness, — driving people out of the
taverns at nine P. M. on Sundays, and
disgusting them, and then giving way,
partly, it must be confessed, because
it hurt his revenues ; much in the same
way as our Whig legislators, who
have enforced the same law an hour
later, have given way on other points
to mob-demonstrations, but left the
original offence, and made the whole
aristocracy unpopular. This Frede-
rick-William was a mere child in his
hands, as was the opposite character,
the profligate Augustus of Saxony
and Poland — the puppet whose strings
he pulled. The Grand-duke of Meck-
lenburg was a tyrant, and at feud
with his subjects ; therefore did Peter
court his alliance as a pretext for in-
terference. Denmark was internally
uncomfortable. He had managed to
terrorise Copenhagen by the presence
of a Russian fleet. China was a long
way off, but he wished to colonise
Kamtschatka and Siberia, and establish
himself on the Pacific, and so he made
a commercial treaty with China.*
Persia was in a state of civil war.
He had supported the most unworthy
of the pretenders, and, after three
successful campaigns, got possession
of the provinces of Astrakan and Ghi-
lan, and the important towns of Der-
bend and Baku. But it was in Po-
land that he had made most way,
and established the firmest basis for
future conquest.
When Augustus, the free-and-easy
friend of Peter the Great, died,
the Poles declined to have his son
to rule over them, and the majority
of them decided in favour of one
Piast, a born Pole ; but the primate
and nobles were sold to Russia, and
sought a closer alliance with that
power.
Hence arose a state of anarchy.
After much intriguing, Stanislaus was
chosen king; but the Russians and the
Russianisers chose Augustus III., and
under pretext of defending the old
constitution, and the laws and liber-
ties of Poland, and proceeding legally
against] Stanislaus, Marshal Munich
came and besieged Dantzic with
fifty thousand men. Stanislaus fledfor
shelter to Frederick- William, who re-
fused to give him up. Russian legions
swarmed over Poland, and appeared
even in Germany and on the Rhine, so
* It was mentioned a short time since, in the correspondence of the Times, that
Russia had taken advantage of the embroilment of the Chinese empire to appropriate
a slice of Chinese Tartary; and in the Times of July 10 we find, among the Califor-
nian news, an account of a new fortress at the mouth of the Amoor, said to be nearly
as strong as Sebastopol. These statements were fully anticipated in our article oil
China in January 1854, p. 73.
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as to occasion considerable uneasiness
not only in Prussia, but at the court
of Vienna. Biren was chosen Duke
of Courland in 1737 : when the Polish
war had been ended to the satisfac-
tion of Russia, he moved the Tsarina
to act against Turkey. Some preda-
tory grievances on the part of the
Khan of the Crimea had before this
furnished Russia with a pretext for
attacking him ; but General Leontiew,
who directed the first expedition,
brought but few troops back, the rest
having been destroyed by cold and
hunger. The Sultan was awakened
to the danger which he incurred
through his vassal the Khan by the
Russians going to Azoff in 1736, but
he was kept quiet by the menacing
attitude of Austria. In 1737, how-
ever, Russia and Austria agreed on
acting against Turkey in concert, and
alarmed the maritime powers by set-
ting on foot rumours of an intended
partition of Turkey. Austria was
beaten in the first year's campaign,
and lost at the final peace all the con-
quests of Prince Eugene. Russia
fared better under the generalship of
Munich, who attacked Moldavia and
Wallachia, gained a signal victory
over the Turks and Tartars in August
1739, took Jassy, and was on his way
to Bender, when he was stopt by the
peace of Belgrade, to his infinite cha-
grin, as he saw that nothing but un-
profitable glory, purchased in the usual
Russian manner by a holocaust of
men, would result from the war. Thus
we may see, that although no very
solid results were obtained by the
Turkish wars of the Empress Anne,
yet the imperial policy of Russia bore
its fruits in Poland and Germany, and
mines were laid in many directions,
which might be sprung at some future
opportunity.
The termination of the career of
Anne Ivanovna was not far distant.
Biren preserved his influence over her
till her last moments. On the 23d of
August 1740, Anne, the adopted
daughter and real niece of the em-
press, having given birth to a son,
and Biren having persuaded the em-
press, as we have shown, to adopt this
son as heir to the throne, in prefer-
ence to his mother, she died of an
attack of gout, probably brought on.
by her too free living, in the forty-
ninth year of her age, and the eleventh
of her reign. Biren's instrument in
carrying out his designs, Marshal
Munich, proved intractable. He had
tke army in his hands, and as soon as
the empress was gone, resolved to
overturn Biren. In the night of the
20th of November, Munich surprised
the palace of the regent with a party
of soldiers, and carried him oif to
Schlusselburg. The Princess of Bruns-
wick, who had been sent into Germany
by Biren, was recalled, and made
regent to her son under the title of
the Grand -duchess. Biren was tried
for his life by the senate, and con-
demned to death, but this sentence
was changed for one of exile to Siberia.
His fall was a special triumph to his
own creatures. Munich, untaught by
Biren's fate, at once began to imitate
him. The regent, an indolent and
luxurious princess, became a cipher
in the state. It must not be forgotten
that there yet survived a daughter ot
Peter the Great and of Catharine I.,
who, according to the will of the lat-
ter, was to be called to the throne
after her sister Anne, in case of her
posterity becoming extinct. This was
Elizabeth, born in 1709, in the midst
of her father's glory, a lazy and plea-
sure-loving woman, who would never
have taken active measures for her
succession, but was quite willing
to be passively invested with the
sovereign dignity. Her natural un-
fitness was anything but a disquali-
fication in the eyes of the ambitious
courtiers.
La Chetardie, the French ambas-
sador, who wished to embroil Russia
in order to weaken the foreign alli-
ances of Maria Theresa, and who suc-
ceeded in goading Sweden into an in-
effectual war against her, and Lestocqt
a surgeon of French origin, were the
chief agents in the revolution which
ensued. The indolence of Elizabeth
was the only obstacle. It was over-
come by a bold stroke of Lestocq. He
went to Elizabeth, and finding a card
on the table, drew on it a figure of a
wheel, and a crown, and said, " There
is no middle course, madame ; one of
these is for me, or the other for you."
After this the hour of action was fixed.
This revolution was managed by an
appeal to the Praetorians of the day,
the Preobazinsky grenadiers, a party
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of whom seized the regent and her
husband in the night of the 6th De-
cember 1741, with the imperial infant
Ivan, and carried them all to Eliza-
beth's palace. Munich and others
were also made safe.
The dynasty was changed, and
without bloodshed, at least for the
present. Thus Ivan Antonovitch was
deposed before he had really reigned
at all, and Elizabeth, daughter of
Peter the Great, was installed as em-
press on the 7th of December 1741.
The, first thing she did was to dis-
pose of her fallen rivals. Anne of
Mecklenburg, and Antony Ulric, her
husband, were sent about from place
to place for safe keeping, until at last
they were consigned to imprisonment
in an island near the White Sea, not
far from the arctic circle. The boy
was separated from his parents, and
shut up in the fortress of Schliis-
selburg, where he remained captive
till he was murdered in the reign of
Catharine II.
Thus having disposed of her rivals,
Elizabeth was crowned at Moscow,
according to custom, by the Bishop of
Novgorod, the 7th of May 1742. She
took the opportunity of recalling at
this time several exiles of the time of
the regency, amongst others the noto-
rious Biren. An agreeable surprise
awaited him. On his way back he
met his particular enemies going into
exile, Munich amongst them, who
was to take his place, and occupy the
very house which he had planned for
Biren. The same year Elizabeth
named as her heir Charles Peter Ulric,
of Holstein-Gottorp, her nephew, son
of her sister Anna Petrovna. Some
years afterwards, the Swedes offered
their throne to the same prince — an
extraordinary infatuation, only to be
accounted for by strangely divided
councils. Instead of seizing the op-
portunity of uniting Sweden and
Kussia under the same crown, this
prince did not think he could hold
both, and to his cost refused the
Swedish certainty for the Russian
prospect. Russia and Sweden were,
notwithstanding this amicable offer,
at war, and the war ended with the
peace of Abo, greatly to the advantage
of Russia, as the chief stipulations of
the peace of Nystadt were confirmed
thereby, and Finland was placed at
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the mercy of Russia, ripe for final
absorption. But Elizabeth had to
fight it out with a more formidable
antagonist than Sweden. A conspi-
racy against her having been disco-
vered, and she suspecting that Fre-
derick the Great of Prussia was at the
bottom of it, embraced the alliance of
Austria, which was at war with him.
Marshal Apraxin penetrated into
Prussia in the year 1757, took Me-
mel, and beat the Prussians in a
pitched battle. But instead of follow-
ing up his advantages, he unaccount-
ably retreated to take up winter quar-
ters in Poland. The empress punished
him for this by imprisoning him at
Narva, and tried him for his life, but
apoplexy anticipated her vengeance.
Apraxin's successor, Fermer, beat
the Prussians again, took Konigs-
berg, and was pushing on his advan-
tages when he perceived that the
Grand-duke of Russia, a German still
in heart, did not like it ; so he retired
from the command, the reason for his
retirement being probably the same
as that of the retreat of Apraxin.
SoltikofF succeeded him, beat the Prus-
sians on the Oder, took Frankfort,
and pushed detachments as far as the
gates of Berlin. At last he had the
good fortune to triumph, in concert
with the Austrians, over the Great
Frederick himself, in a battle which
lasted eight hours, and in which the
Prussians left 8000 men on the field.
The news of this victory was received
with the greatest satisfaction at St
Petersburg, and every soldier who
could prove that he had been engaged
in it, was exempted for life from all
statute labour. The two campaigns
which followed were decidedly advan-
tageous to Russia, but Elizabeth was
not allowed to finish the war. She
died January the 5th, 1762, at the age
of fifty- one. In this reign the weight
and terror of Russian arms and in-
fluence, which had before pressed most
heavily on the East, began to make
itself more or less felt through West-
ern Europe, especially in Germany.
But it was easy to see, from the
part which the representative of the
Holstein-Gottorps, the Grand- duke
Charles, who was rebaptised in to Peter
III. of Russia, played in this Prussian
war, that he was not fit to be an instru-
ment of the imperial policy of Russia,.
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and that, as eventually happened, his
tenure of power was very likely to be
cut short by some court intrigue.
Elizabeth, on her deathbed, had
enjoined on her successor the fulfil-
ment of her engagements with her
allies. Peter, as soon as she was
gone, did exactly the contrary. He
was an enthusiastic admirer of Fre-
derick II., nor, with his religion, had
he abjured his nationality. He aban-
doned the party of Maria Theresa,
made peace with the King of Prussia,
and sent back the prisoners taken
from him loaded with presents. Thus
Prussia was saved, not by her own
merit, as Sweden had been saved be-
fore, contrary to her deserts ; and the
indifference of the Tsar himself to the
imperial policy of Russia, postponed
for the present her further aggrandise-
ment. It is impossible to estimate
the consequences, had Peter III. in-
herited the astuteness or the ambition
of Peter I., or possessed that of his
own wife Sophia Augusta Frederica,
princess of Anhalt-Zerbst. His anti-
national predilections, far more than
any positive incapacity, were the seal
of his doom.
As to Elizabeth herself, it does not
appear that she ever acted indepen-
dently, but, governed by a succession
of favourites, whose interests were all
bound up with the material progress
of Russia, she was made, unconsci-
ously to herself, one of its most effec-
tual promoters. Peter III., during
the lifetime of Elizabeth, had been
the victim of court intrigues and mis-
representation, and somehow or other
had contrived to make himself many
and powerful enemies, whilst his wife
Sophia, christened Catharine, pursued
a diametrically opposite course. Di-
rected by a vigilant mother, she was
solely engaged in gaining partisans.
Her strong disposition to pleasure was
mute at the call of ambition, and if
she had not captivated the heart of
the reigning empress, she had at least
extorted her favourable opinion, so
that her position at court was more
strongly intrenched every day. If we
were here to attempt to give a sketch
of the intrigues by which revolutions
came to pass at the Russian court at
this time, we should be led into a
maze of plots and underplots con-
nected with trickery and jugglery of
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the vilest kind, generally originating
in some domestic entanglement, by
which all laws divine and human were
set at defiance. It is a period which
the back-stairs historians of immoral
courts might revel in to their hearts7
content. It displayed all the laxity
of the court of Versailles under Louis
XIV. and the Regency, without its
elegance ; all the effrontery of that of
Charles II., without its facetious-
ness. When Peter III. came to the
throne, the pitfall had already been
laid into which a few steps made in
the dark were certain to precipitate
him. It was easy for him to efface
his predecessor's memory, yet it was
easy to observe an absence of that
heartiness which generally greets a
young prince on his accession. All
tempers seemed out of tune ; the em-
peror found no more real affection in
the larger circle of the court than in
the smaller one of his family. One
cause of this was, that a reaction,
which Elizabeth had flattered, had
been gaining ground against the fo-
reigners about court, and had gone
so far that many of them had been
forced to resign their positions. Peter,
however, so far from respecting this
old Russian feeling, continued to
Germanise, and seemed to centre all
his affections on Holstein, while he
showed coldness, or even repugnance,
to the concerns of his empire. He
even omitted to make preparations
for his coronation at Moscow, and
consumed the time instead in prepa-
rations to meet Frederick, his great
model, in Germany. Apart from his
policy, the beginnings of his govern-
ment at home were mild and popular.
One of his first measures was to set
free the nobility and gentry, and put
them on a European footing; another
was, to recall all the state prisoners
from Siberia, amongst them the rivals
Biren and Munich, — the former of
whom was afterwards reinstated by
Catharinell. in his duchy of Courland.
If Peter had known the hearts of
the Russians better, he would have
seen that mildness and justice were
only thrown away upon them. While
his private excesses continued to al-
ienate his intimate friends, his public
acts failed to conciliate his enemies.
Not the least powerful among these
were the popes, or Russian priests,
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who continually instilled into the
people that the prince was in heart a
German, and in soul a Lutheran ; so
that the lower classes were set against
him, as well as many of the higher.
Instead of doing anything to heal this
breach, the Tsar did everything to
make it larger. He secularised the
possessions of the Church, and put the
clergy on yearly salaries; he took
from the churches the pictures of the
saints, and banished the Archbishop
of Novgorod for objecting to it ; and
then, by recalling him, gained a char-
acter for weakness of purpose, while
he did not in the least diminish the
odiurn that step had occasioned.
But the most sacrilegious thing that
he did, in the eyes of the people, was
in naming two ships of war, one Prince
George, and the other Frederick, in-
stead of after Russian saints, as was
the general custom. Catharine knew
her subjects better, and rebaptised
them by the names of the St Nicholas
and the St Alexander — a consecration
which, though it pleased the Russians,
did not prevent them from being taken
by the Turks in the war of 1768. But
all these offences might have been
swallowed, had Peter left the army
alone. He was not contented with-
out offending it as well, by introducing
German tactics and German uniforms.
All this was contrary to the advice of
his friend Frederick, who advised him
to be crowned at Moscow, more majo-
rum, and to give up meddling with
the tailoring of monks or soldiers,
and with other little particulars of the
same kind, which, in the eyes of a
semi-barbarous people, are of the first
importance. Above all things, Fre-
derick advised him to keep on good
terms with his wife, whose power was
daily on the increase, as his own was
on the wane. To sum up the causes
of Peter's fall, he was untrue to the
imperial policy of Russia, probably
because he had not the genius to un-
derstand it. It is well observed by
the historian of the life of Catharine
II., that the power of the Tsars,
though uncontrollable in its exercise,
is weak in its foundation. No posi-
tion in Europe requires greater vigi-
lance, or a steadier hand on the reins.
Just as a joint becomes weaker after
dislocation, and increasingly liable to
be dislocated again, the constant
changes of the succession in Russia
made the throne singularly insecure,
though its prerogatives remained the
same, and its external power even,
increased till it reached its maximum.
Peter, as we have seen, was not the
man to be aware of these peculiar
difficulties. His unpopularity at last
grew to its head, and a conspiracy
was formed against him, whose action
was accelerated by the emperor's own
imprudence. He happened, over his
wine, to allow his intention to trans-
pire of depriving the empress of the
throne, and divorcing her, disinherit-
ing his son at the same time. Catha-
rine at once determined to be before-
hand with him, and resolved on a
coup d'etat of her own. The thing
was done in a few hours. The nobles,
the people, the priests, and the troops,
had already been gained, and Catha-
rine found no obstacle to her usurpa-
tion of a throne to which, in her own
right, she had not the faintest shadow
of a claim. None were more aston-
ished at the ease of their victory than
the conspirators themselves. As for
the unfortunate Peter, he heard the
news at Oranienbaum, tried to escape
from Cronstadt, but was ignominious-
ly driven back, and conducted as a
prisoner to Peterhof, where he signed
a most abject abdication. This did
not save his life. His enemies led
him at last to the castle of Ropcha,
where they strangled him, as is gene-
rally believed not without the privity
of Catharine ; at all events, by not
taking subsequent cognisance of the
murder, she made herself an accessary
after the fact; and history commits
no great injustice in branding her
memory with the complicated crime
of Clytemnestra.
In the reign of Peter III, which
lasted but six months, little or nothing
was done to forward the imperial pol-
icy of Russia. He does not, however,
seem to have lost sight of her aggran-
disement altogether, as he published
a decree, setting forth her commercial
advantages — perhaps being advised
that conquest was not the best way
to civilise a nation, or the only way
to raise it to greatness. Catharine,
though differently minded in most
points, thought it worth while to take
up this idea, and improve on it, pro-
bably because she saw that commerce
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is a feeder of war, and especially ne-
cessary for the maintenance of the
navy in an efficient state. It was
obvious to her that the position of
Bussia was replete with advantages.
She improved upon them, so that,
during the course of her reign, Cour-
land, on the Baltic, fell absolutely
under her sceptre ; while the posses-
sion of the sea of Azoff, and the ad-
jacent ports, paved her way to Egypt,
Africa, and Greece. The inhabitants
of the extreme north-eastern part of
Asia were at length obliged to submit
to Muscovite power ; and the Straits
of Behring being easily overstepped,
it was enabled to gain a footing in the
northern parts of the American con-
tinent. Intercourse was opened with
China through the frontier towns of
Kiachta and Maimatshin ; and Oren-
burg, in Asiatic Russia, was well
placed for trade with India ; so that
at Balk, a town in Bactriana, or Kho-
rasan, the Russian and East Indian
caravans, which required but three
months for their whole journey, met
together. But all this was the work
of time. The beginnings of Catharine's
reign were not undisturbed by sedi-
tions. The first of these was founded
on the pretensions of the old nobility,
which, had been revived during the
late reign. Ivan, the deposed Tsar,
who had only reigned in infancy, fur-
nished, in his prison at Schlusselburg,
a rallying -point. This insurrection
was nipped in the bud by the murder
of Ivan by the Orloffs, and some
others of the zealous partisans of the
empress. Another insurrection, which,
later in her reign, assumed formidable
dimensions, was that of a Cossack of
the Don, named Pugatscheff, who
acted on the superstition of the serfs,
thinking to play the same part which
had been played by the impostors of
former times. He pretended to be
the deceased Tsar Peter III., and
succeeded in kindling a servile war
in the southern provinces of Russia
and about the .frontier of Asia, which
was attended with the horrors of the
Jacquerie in France, and gave in-
finite trouble to the Russian generals,
resembling a fire running along the
ground in dry herbage, which, as soon
as it is trampled out in one part, re-
appears at another. This rebellion
was at length stifled by the capture
[Jag.
and execution of the ringleader.
The troubles which at the accession
of the empress were fast thickening
in the unhappy kingdom of Poland,
did not render it necessary for her to
look far for a fair field for her ambi-
tion. In the last decade of the eight-
eenth century the class of nobles
played a part so distinct from that of
former days, that the notion that it
was a support to monarchy lost ground
considerably. In Austria, Joseph II.
was baffled in his plans of reform by
the nobles, those plans appearing to
them only a pretext for establishing
a pure absolutism. In Sweden, the
nobles were at feud with Gustavus
III., and took the anti-national side,
selling themselves to the enemy.
But it may be doubted whether they
did this consciously ; probably they
only wished to oppose the revolu-
tionary tendency, whose general re-
sults were democracy and despotism.
The state of Poland was the worst of
all. From the nature of the consti-
tution, it is not to be wondered at
that nationality had disappeared. It
became at length a matter of course
to sell the kingdom and the king to
the highest bidder. Catharine saw
this state of things both in Sweden
and Poland, and was not slow to
profit by it. Gustavus III., a
romantic and foolish prince, was in-
duced to visit the Tsarina at St Peters-
burg. She completely duped him,
playing off upon him, amongst other
things, a practical joke of deep signi-
fication, inducing him to take home
a uniform for the Swedish army,
which, while he was told and gave
out that it was national, was nothing
more than a Russian livery. She
befooled him again, by inducing him
to enter into an armed neutrality
with her which seemed to be hostile
to England, then hampered with the
American War — a power which she
found far too useful to her purposes
to wish to be on other than the best
possible terms with. But it was a
great point with Catharine to pro-
mote personal conferences with kings
and emperors, by which she had an
opportunity of fascinating them into
her plans. In this manner Joseph II.
of Austria, who nevertheless saw
through her, as did indeed Gustavus,
was induced, before the death of his-
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mother Maria Theresa, to form a
treaty, by which the Turks and
Tartars were delivered over to their
fate. The Semiramis of the North
knew how to play as well the part
of Cleopatra, whose boast it was that
she led captive with their eyes open
the conquerors of the earth. As for
Gustavus of Sweden, he had the
meanness to accept a present of
money from the empress, to pay his
travelling expenses on a journey to
the north. In concert with the
Princess Daschkoff, a most efficient
ally, she kept the King of Sweden
amnsed'with fetes at Friedrichshausen,
while she was steadily pursuing her
ambitious policy in the east of
Europe.
As for Poland, Catharine took the
earliest opportunity of extending the
power of Russia in that country,
which once acted a conspicuous part
in the politics of Europe, and from
the extent of its territory, fertility of
its soil, and the high spirit of its people,
seemed formed to become of still more
consequence, but nevertheless was
doomed to loss all those national ad-
vantages by the radical defects of its
government. This kingdom had long
been influenced by Russia, even be-
fore the time of Peter the Great,
but under Catharine that influence
was incalculably increased. Augus-
tus III., worn out by dissipation and
vexation, was now fast verging to
the grave. All pretenders at once
began to examine their strength, and
the court of St Petersburg was the
centre of numberless intrigues. Catha-
rine flattered all the rivals, fomented
their divisions, and encouraged their
hopes, while at the same time her own
mind was made up. She had fixed
on her own favourite Poniatowsky.
If we would inquire here why Poland
was so weak in spite of her apparent
blessings, we must reach back far
into history. Poland was first gov-
erned by nearly absolute native kings.
To this race succeeded the Piasts,
with regard to whom it is hardly
known whether they were absolute
or elective, who preserved at any
rate the crown in their family for
many generations. The power of
the magnates, modified at last by
Casimir III., was during this period
a mine of disturbance to the mon-
195
archy, as it was to our early Norman
kings. The nobles after this got the
upper hand by making the supplies
conditional on the sacrifices of the
sovereign, until Sigismund Augustus
was obliged to consent to the crown
being absolutely elective. Being
without a son, he was not so indis-
posed as he would otherwise have
been to purchase personal repose in
this manner.
The four principal articles of the
charter signed by this king were the
following : —
1. That the crown should be elec-
tive, the king being disqualified from
appointing a successor.
2. That general diets should be
assembled once in two years.
3. That every Polish nobleman
might vote at the election of a king.
4. That in case of the king in-
fringing the constitution, the subjects
should be absolved from their alle-
giance.
All the successors of Sigismund
down to Stanislaus Poniatowsky
swore to this charter, at which we
are not surprised, knowing that they
got the crown by favour of the
nobles. The latter abused their
power the more they increased it.
Not contented with freely giving
their votes, these fine grandees sold
them just like the incorruptible and
independent electors of our reformed
constituencies. Henry de Valois was
the first who bought the throne of
the Jagellons ; thenceforth gold was
all-powerful, only to yield at length to
the terror of foreign arms. On every
accession to the throne the nobility
usurped some new privilege. During
the reign of John Casimir the so-
called liberumveto was created. This
was a right given to each individual
nobleman to stop the deliberations of
the whole diet, just as a thunder-
storm used to stop the comitia among
the ancient Romans. Of course, it
was only the legalisation of anarchy.
Hence it was that for three hundred
years and more the irrational ambi-
tion of the nobles was consummating
their country's ruin, and a nation
constitutionally brave, which had
often defied the Porte in the plenitude
of its power, and given law to Prussia
and Russia, was subsequently unable
to resist an attacking armv. The
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forces of Charles Gustavus and
Charles XII. of Sweden found it an
easy prey ; and from the moment that
Russia was able to oppose disciplined
troops to its brilliant and licentious
pospolite (a mere feudal levy), she
found herself able to dictate laws at
will. Still the Poles called them-
selves free, though Sarnisky, one of
the men who best understood them,
defied them to show more than two
instances of a free election — of one,
that is, which was not influenced more
or less by the other powers of Europe.
Such was the state of Poland at the
death of Augustus III., displaying an
ample arena for the political talents
of Catharine II.
That sovereign, whom the courts of
Vienna and Versailles hoped to detach
from Prussia, began by artfully ob-
taining from them the pledge that
they would not interfere in the affairs
of Poland. In 1764, the ambassa-
dor of France at Warsaw declared
at the diet that Louis XV. would
have nothing to do with the elec-
tion of a new king, and soon after-
wards the Count de Merci held the
same language on the part of Maria
Theresa. This was not enough for
Catharine; she wanted to make sure
also of the court of Berlin. Frederick
had long been soliciting her to sign a
treaty of defensive alliance : she con-
sented on condition of his binding him-
self by an engagement, which she her-
self also undertook, not to attempt to
influence the freedom of election in
Poland. Catharine, now having the
game in her hands, dismissed one
after another all the other candidates ;
and, to the great astonishment and
discontent of the Polish magnates,
declared that she had destined Ponia-
towsky for the vacant throne. Ponia-
towsky was a man of agreeable per-
son, a good linguist, and generally ac-
complished, but one who, without the
favour of the Tsarina, could never
have aspired to the dignity. He was
the fittest instrument in her hands,
and crown him she would. So with-
out delay she wrote to Count Kaiser-
ling, her ambassador at Warsaw:
*' Mon cher Comte, souvenez vous de
mon candidat. Je vous ecris ceci deux
heures apres minuit : jugez si la chose
m'est indifferente." Count Kaiserling
and the generals under his orders
knew her too well to disobey. The
election was at first doubtful ; the
diet of Warsaw, cowed, elected Ponia-
towsky unanimously — not so some of
the others. So the Russian troops
entered Warsaw, under pretence of
preserving liberty and order. They
were seconded by a corps of 12,000
men from Lithuania, and fresh rein-
forcements were advancing towards
Kief. So the Russian ambassador was
all-powerful at Warsaw, and the re-
public was, as it were, compressed be-
tween these different army corps. The
election was opened in the plain of
Volo, three miles from Warsaw. All
was tumult and confusion. Count
Branichky and Prince Radzivil took
up arms, and were beaten by the Rus-
sians after a fruitless display of bravery,
and obliged to fly for shelter to Turkey.
In the interim, the ambassadors of
France, Spain, and the German empire
had retired from the diet in disgust,
and Poniatowsky was unanimously
elected King of Poland and Grand-duke
of Lithuania, under the name of Stanis-
laus Augustus. All this happened
about the time that Catharine's own
throne was endangered by the con-
spiracy which ended in the murder of
the ex-emperor Ivan in prison. And
now Catharine's power began to as-
sume such dimensions, that thought-
ful politicians began to grow alarmed.
The following remarks come from M.
Spittler, a contemporary historian, in
his sketch of the history of the govern-
ment of Europe : " The volumes of
modern history can produce no reign
like this ; for no monarch has ever
succeeded in the attainment of such a
dictature in the grand republic of
Europe as Catharine II. now holds j
and none of all the kings who have
heretofore given cause to dread the
erection of a universal monarchy, seem
to have had any knowledge of her art
— to present herself with the pride of a
conqueror in the most perilous situa-
tion, and with an unusual and totally
new dignity in the most common
transactions. And it is manifestly
not alone the supreme authority which
here gives law, but the judgment
which knows when to show that
authority, and when to employ it."
The same historian remarks of the
interference of Russia in Poland : "It
was an ingenious contrivance, formed
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in a truly Roman style, and completed
accordingly. Not only a numerous
and free nation was to be deprived
of its liberty and national subsistence,
but all Europe was to be lulled asleep.
The annexations of Louis XIV. were
a trifling business compared with what
Catharine II. performed in Poland and
against that country. But what loud
and violent cries were raised against
the former, and in what soft mur-
murs did the voice of truth repeat the
ancient law of nations, when there
seemed to be no longer any law be-
tween Russia and Poland."
The secret designs formed by Catha-
rine in crowning Poniatowsky were
not long in unfolding themselves.
Knowing herself sure of his submis-
sion, she traced out on the map the
lines of demarcation by which Russia
purloined a great part of the Polish
territory, and impudently insisted on
the recognition of the validity of these
lines, and that the limits of the two
countries should thus be fixed. She
exacted, moreover, that the king and
the republic should form with her an
alliance both offensive and defensive,
and that they should allow the dis-
sidents to enjoy all the same rights
with the Catholics, not excepting that
of a capacity for being members of the
senate. How strangely similar in this
respect is the policy of Catharine to
that lately pursued by Nicholas in
Turkey. These dissidents were com-
posed partly of Greek Christians,
partly of Protestants. Though the
sympathy with the latter must have
been hypocritical, Catharine claimed
the protectorate over them all, just
as Nicholas claimed the protecto-
rate over all the Christians in
Turkey. Religion was in both cases
the mere pretext for political aggres-
sion. By subjecting the dissidents
to certain disabilities, the Polish
government had furnished an excuse
for the interference of Catharine, as
the Ottoman had for the interference
of Nicholas by continuing the inferior
status of the Christian subjects of the
Porte. The term dissidents, it must be
observed, had not the same force that
that of dissenters has with us, at least
originally. At first it included all reli-
gions, even the Roman Catholic.
When exclusiveness replaced tolera-
tion, it signified those who were not
of the state religion. When Russia
was establishing herself in Poland,
the Catholic prelates, with singular
imprudence, took upon themselves to
abridge the privileges of these dissi-
dents, and the consequence was that
they brought a Russian army, under
Prince Repnin, to the gates of War-
saw ; and thus religions freedom was
purchased for the present, at the price
of political slavery. This support of
the dissidents by Russia was the sig-
nal for the outbreak of a civil war
between the different Polish parties,
in the midst of which Russian troops
were every day entering the republic
in greater numbers. In this extremity
the puppet king assembled an extra-
ordinary diet in 1767. In spite of
the Russian army, the Bishop of Cra-
cow and the High- Church party dared
to make speeches against the dissi-
dents, dwelling on rights which had
no might to support them. They
found out their mistake too late,
when the bishop and several others of
his party were arrested by parties of
Russian soldiers, in violation of all
Polish privileges, and carried off to
Siberia. Repnin justified this outrage
by saying that he had indeed violated
the liberty of the Poles, but for the
benefit of Poland. The king thought
it best to demand the prisoners at the
request of the diet, but of course his
request went for nothing, and they
only.returned from exile at the end of
six years.
What made these proceedings more
fatal to Poland than they would other-
wise have been was, that, in conse-
quence of the oppression of the dissi-
dents, Catharine was furnished with
a plausible pretext for espousing their
cause. King Stanislaus at this time
had the consummate folly to think he
could make himself popular, and serve
both the empress who created him,
and the country which he affected to
govern. In consequence, the Empress
was mortally offended with him, and
he fell into general contempt. Prince
Repnin acted as a despot in War-
saw, and let pass no opportunity of
insulting the unfortunate king. For
instance, one evening that the king
was at the theatre, the ambassador,
who was expected, was late. The
piece began without him. The per-
formers were in the second act, when,
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a sort of bustle being heard in Rep-
nin's box, the king sent to see what
was the matter. Answer came that
the prince was come, and was only
expressing his surprise that they had
not waited for him. The poor king
ordered the curtain to be dropped,
and the piece to begin again.
All Europe was now astonished that
Catharine treated as an enemy her
creature and old friend. But he had
offended her, and she was only glad
of the pretext to carry out the project
that lay nearest her heart — namely,
the absorption of Poland in Russia,
or its partition in such a manner that
Russia should get the lion's share.
She was sure of the King of Prussia.
She managed both Sweden and Den-
mark ; one by her intrigues, the other
by the hope she held out to it of the
cession of Holstein. She flattered
England by her alliance, and, alas,
it must be confessed, by that powerful
instrument with our money-loving
nation, a commercial treaty. The
first man who saw through her was the
Due de Choiseul, who perceived that
the preponderance of Russia would be
dangerous to France. He resolved to
attack the growing evil at its source ;
and, in order to divert Russia from
her projects westward, he conceived
the design of embroiling her with the
Ottoman Porte. In doing so, he was
not ignorant that the Turkish empire
was already on the decline ; but he
still thought it might give Russia em-
ployment for some time to come,
whatever might be the success of the
war. At all events, time would be
gained, and in the interim the eyes of
Europe would gradually open to the
designs of Russia. In furtherance of
this plan, he communicated with the
Comte de Vergennes, French ambas-
sador at Constantinople, who imme-
diately seconded his views. Ver-
gennes convinced the Porte that the
Russian interference in Poland would
be fatal to the security of the Euxine,
and he advised a resolute opposition to
the uttermost of the boundaries which
Catharine proposed. The Porte had
been already applied to by the Polish
confederates, and accordingly pre-
sented a note to Stanislaus, begging
[Aug.
that the settlement of boundaries
question should be postponed. But
Stanislaus, always vacillating, and
wishing to conciliate Catharine, ig-
nored the existence of the proposal to
alter the limits of Poland ; and, having
received this assurance, the Divan re-
lapsed for some time into its wonted
apathy. But the storm was gather-
ing which should burst over the East.
Russia and Turkey stood face to face
with each other. Poland all the while
was the theatre of a contention not
more destructive in its consequences
than singular in its causes and pre-
texts. The despotism of Russia had
become in name the guardian of Polish
freedom, and Catholicism had flown
for shelter under the wing of Islam.
Catharine saw what was coming, and
was above all things anxious to secure
the alliance and co-operation of Eng-
land ; she saw that the war must be
a naval war, and she wanted British
officers to command her ships ; so she
concluded a most liberal treaty with
the court of London, lowering the im-
port duties on British merchandise,
and conferring other signal advan-
tages. It is somewhat sad to think
now that England, however unwit-
tingly, should ever have made herself
the cat's-paw of Russia ; but it must
be recollected that this was at a time
when none but very far-sighted states-
men could see the ultimate tendencies
of that power, and distinguish the
bearings of her imperial policy. Hav-
ing now come to the point when the
policy of Peter the Great and his suc-
cessors first began to be found out in
its intentions, not of mere partial and
local aggrandisement, but of sapping
the foundations of the civilised world,
we will reserve for another paper its
development in the latter part of the
reign of Catharine the Great, when
the star of Russia seemed to reach its
point of culmination, to be obscured
a while by the tempest of the French
Revolution, and for a while forgotten;
but after the storm had blown over,
to be found in the same pride of place,
burning with an ensanguined light,
like the face of the planet Mars, and
ominous of disaster to the present and
the future generations of the world.
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MR WARREN'S BLACKSTONE.
WE open Mr Warren's book at the
following passage. The parts within
brackets are Mr Warren's, the rest is
the text of Blackstone.
rt A mistake in point of law, which every
person of discretion not only may, but is
bound and presumed to know, is in crim-
inal cases no sort of defence. Ignorantia
juris, quod quisque tenetur scire, neminem
excusat, is as well the maxim of our own
law as it was of the Koman."
" [There is no presumption in this
country, said Mr Justice Maule, in a late
case, that every person knows the law : it
would be contrary to common sense and
reason if it were so. A person may be
ignorant of the law ; but the rule is that
such ignorance shall not excuse him, or
relieve him from the consequences of a
crime, or from liability on a contract.
There may be such a thing as a doubtful
point of law; for if not, there would be
no need of courts of appeal, the existence
of which shows that even judges may be
ignorant of the law : and if so, it would be
too much to hold that ordinary people are
bound, to know it. The rule in the text
of Blackstone, subject to the above judi-
cial qualification, may be received as a
fundamental one ; for otherwise there is
no knowing to what extent the excuse of
ignorance might be carried. It would be
urged in every case, and paralyse the arm
of the law in its attempt to deal with those
who violate it. It is no defence on behalf
of a foreigner, charged in England with
having committed an offence against our
law, that he did not know that he was
doing wrong, the act not being an offence
in his own country. In a case tried before
Lord Eldon, he told the jury that the pri-
soner was, in strict law, guilty within a
certain statute, making penal the act with
which he was charged, if the facts were
proved, though he could not then know
that the statute was passed ; it having re-
ceived the royal assent on the 10th May.
1799, and the act having been done off the
coast of Africa on the 27th of the ensuing
June. That great lawyer said, under
these circumstances, the prisoner's igno-
rance of the passing of the act could in
no otherwise affect the case than that it
might be the means of recommending him
to a merciful consideration elsewhere,
should he be found guilty. He was con-
victed, but pardoned.]"
Whether we employ the older expres-
sion of Blackstone, that every man is
presumed to know the law, or admit,
with Mr Justice Maule, that such a
presumption would be somewhat vio-
lent, and that the law merely says
that it will excuse no man on account
of his ignorance, the rule is substan-
tially the same. The expression that
every man is presumed to know the law,
was but an amiable disguise for the
necessary harshness of punishing in
all cases, whether there was or was
not a previous knowledge of the law.
As to the curious decision that is cited
here of Lord Eldon's, we should say,
judging by this brief account of it,
that this must surely be one of those
" doubtful points of law " which, it is
presumed, will occasionally arise.
Where the reason of the law ceases,
the law itself ceases, is a maxim we
have often heard quoted with approval.
The plea of ignorance cannot be re-
ceived, 1st, Because it is the duty of
every one to instruct himself of the law,
and to instruct his children ; and, 2d,
Because there is the utmost difficulty in
proving the truth of such a plea, or
disproving it, and therefore to admit
it at all would be a cause of extreme
confusion. But in the case here cited
these reasons entirely fail ; the igno-
rance is indisputably proved, for we
are told that it was impossible for the
law, promulgated in England on the
10th of May, to be known off the
coast of Africa on the 27th of the fol-
lowing June. And, under such cir-
cumstances, there could, of course, be
no duty of self-instruction neglected.
Here it seems that all the reasons of
the rule ceased : the law would not
act upon one gentleman off the coast
of Africa with all the injustice of an
ex post facto law.
However that may be, and whether
it was necessary to carry the rule
against reception of the plea of igno-
Blackstone's Commentaries, systematically abridged, and adapted to the existing
state of the Law and Constitution; with great additions. By SAMUEL WARREN, of the
Inner Temple, Esq., D.C.L., F.R.S., Eecorder of Hull, and one of Her Majesty's
Counsel.
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ranee to the extent here described, it
is plain that no more, palpable duty
exists than that each man should in-
form himself and instruct his children,
to some extent at least, in the laws
of the country in which he lives. Not
only may the personal safety of each
individual be endangered by his igno-
rance, but we are disposed to think
that, by omission of the general study
of the law, a great instrument for the
education of the people at large is
neglected, and suffered to remain un-
employed. If we are told that the
system of English jurisprudence is
perplexed and intricate, and that the
sound maxims of ethics which it at
one time inculcates, it neutralises at
another by the intervention of tech-
nical rules and distinctions, which, so
far from cultivating, offend a nice
sense of honour, we should make an-
swer, that in proportion as the study
of the law became general, would the
law itself be liberated from whatever
runs counter to our sense of justice.
Nothing would operate more advan-
tageously upon our jurisprudence than
the general cultivation of it in all
schools and colleges. The very study
of it would tend to make it both a
more perfect instrument of education
and a more perfect system of laws.
Neither is it irrational to say, that it
is an additional reason for desiring to
produce a simple and perfect system
of jurisprudence that jurisprudence
itself may be taught (up to a certain
point, at least) in every school-room
in the country, and become a fit in-
strument for an ethical and political
training.
That a study of the laws of the
land ought to be far more general
than it is, appears to us so palpable
a truth, and a truth supported by
such weighty and abundant reasons,
that we should be only weakening a
good cause if we laid any stress on
the occasional plea of a prisoner at
the bar that he was ignorant of the
rule against which he had trans-
gressed. The cases must be very
rare, indeed, in which the offender is
not fully aware that he is committing
some crime, although its precise legal
definition, or the exact penalties at-
tached to it, may be unknown to him.
Every urchin who picks a pocket is
quite cognisant of the fact that he Is
transgressing the law, and that he
will be taken to prison if he is caught ;
nor would it make the least difference
in his conduct, to be able to determine
whether his crime were felony or mis-
demeanour. Nor is the offender of a
higher class who forges, or embezzles,
or cheats his fellow-citizen in any of
the thousand species of fraud which
may be committed, ever led into guilt
by a simple ignorance of the law. No
man plots an injury to another with-
out both knowing that it is an injury,
and that he runs the risk of being
punished for it: he has a lively ap-
prehension that there is somewhere a
rod hanging up for his own shoulders,
though he may not be very solicitous
to inquire into the exact nature of it.
It is the innocent man, and not the
rogue, who really pays down a per-
sonal penalty for his ignorance of the
law. The honest citizen who in his
civil transactions with his neighbours
finds that he has lost the protection
of the law, or has become its positive
victim, is mulcted of his property or
entangled in lawsuits by reason of
the neglect of some rule or some
formality, which was, indeed, devised
for the very protection of the innocent
man. But even the hardship of the
honest and ill-informed citizen is not
the topic on which we should most
confidently insist when advocating
the more general study of the law ;
for we should probably be told that
every man of ordinary caution con-
sults a professional lawyer in all cases
of difficulty, and that his perplexities
and losses (as they occur even when
he walks by the light and guidance of
his attorney) may more fairly be at-
tributed to the imperfection of the
laws themselves, than to his negli-
gence in the study of them.
We should strenuously advocate
the introduction of jurisprudence as a
branch of general education, because
it is the very instrument for educating
men into good citizens, — because obe-
dience to the law is the great and
comprehensive duty of every member
of a human society, — because law is
no other than the system of practical
ethics by which men are to comport
themselves during life. And if it is
objected that our system of juris-
prudence still retains much that is
either hostile or quite foreign to a
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rational system of ethics, our an-
swer, we repeat, is, that there is no
more certain way of improving the
law, and finally purging it of all such
extraneous matter, than by letting in
upon it the light of an intelligent
public opinion. We should propose
to introduce the study of the law into
every school in the kingdom ; first and
chiefly for the effect on the student
himself, for the moral training and
intellectual discipline involved in the
study, and also for the reflex influence
which such general cultivation would
exert upon the laws themselves. Thus
our jurisprudence would advance to-
wards a perfect code of laws, and
become itself more and more effica-
cious as a means of educating the in-
dividual.
We would, in our schools — espe-
cially in those which Government un-
dertakes to model — we would make
jurisprudence the central subject of
their secular education. It is always
well to arrange the various topics of
study so as to show their relation to
each other, and, if possible, to some
one central subject. None can be
more indisputably important than this
of jurisprudence; and the cognate sub-
jects of ethics, politics, political eco-
nomy, arrange themselves naturally
around it, or else are integral parts of
it. Society and Law are almost equi-
valent terms. Two mortal men can-
not live together without wishing for
the same thing, and they must fight
for it, or separate, unless they can
make a rule to determine which of
the two shall peaceably possess it.
Men soon found out, we presume,
that they could not expect others to
respect their possessions — the fruit of
their ingenuity or labour — unless they
also had respect to the like posses-
sions of another. The great funda-
mental rule of ethics, " Do to others
as you would that others should do
to you," thus lies at the very root of
society. Not that it would be, in the
first instance, enunciated as an ab-
stract rule : it makes its first appear-
ance in the very simple form of the
only means by which an end desirable
to all can be attained. If I want to
keep my hatchet to myself, I must
refrain from taking my neighbour's.
Whether we look at the most barbar-
ous, or at the most refined epoch of
human society, jurisprudence repre-
sents the terms and conditions on which
the society becomes possible. And
now, take your stand on the great
fundamental subject of jurisprudence,
and note how it radiates into the
other great divisions of study. From
what point could you better enter
upon ethics or moral philosophy ? — for
what is law but that portion of mor-
ality which is enforced by the com-
munity, and by specific penalties?
And what is morality, but that wider
law which also embraces many dic-
tates which the community leaves to
be enforced by the voice of friends,
and parents, and of public opinion ?
There is no better treatise upon
ethics than a good text- book upon
the law of contracts. Incorporate
it with Paley's chapter on Promises ;
you will improve them both. All
that is valuable in works of casuistry
is best approached from the side of
law. Since a code of laws must regu-
late commerce, and speak of taxes,
we are at once inducted into political
economy ; poor-laws, the laws which re-
gulate benefit-clubs and trade-unions,
plunge us into the very heart of the
subject. By what avenue can we
so safely approach the study of poli-
tics? To know what really are the
constitutional laws of your own coun-
try, and on what rational grounds they
rest, is a most indisputable condition
to the formation of any opinion on the
changes proposed in those laws. Be-
sides which, the merely speculative
student should never lose sight of the
simple truth, that Politics form, in fact,
only a branch of Jurisprudence — that
branch which regulates the manner in
which laws are to be made, preserved,
and administered. Half the wild
ideas that ferment in the brains of
our ardent youth, when they discourse
with vehement oratory upon Free-
dom and Tyranny, are traceable to the
custom of plunging into politics with-
out any previous training in juris-
prudence. They have never learnt
the full significance of the simple ex-
pression, obedience to a law; and what
great virtues are contained in it ! As
to the subject of History, our law is
more closely allied to it than is ad-
visable ; but the great department of
constitutional law, if no other, must
at all times conduct the student into
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a knowledge of the history of his own
country.
In that educational controversy
with which England rings from side
to side, this teaching of the law has
not received the prominence it de-
serves. While jurisprudence presents
problems for the highest intellects to
solve, there is yet no school- room in
the country so humble in which the
first elements of English law might
not be taught. Whilst the sanction
of religion will never be overlooked
either by us or by any man living in
a Christian land, still the simplest
intellect can perceive that human law,
like human industry or human science,
has its own great ends to answer, and
can be studied alike by a school-room
of Presbyterian or Episcopalian or
Arian children. Something, we say,
might be taught to the poorest and
simplest scholars, if it were only a
list of offences, with the punishment
assigned to them, giving the reason
why they are offences, and teaching
every child to associate disgrace with
the infringement of a law. Here, at
all events, is a ground on which all
religious parties might unite. Here
there can be no disagreement. To
obey the law is pronounced by all to
be the great comprehensive duty of
every man ; to learn what that duty
comprehends, must surely be necessary
and wise. Even those who desire
change in the law, admit that obedi-
ence to the existing statute is the
duty of the citizen. Not to admit
this, would be to declare themselves
incapable of living in human society ;
for unless we can submit our opinion
to the opinion of the majority (so far,
we mean, as to obey that opinion
whilst it is the constituted law, though
we should still in speculation retain
our own), we may as well throw a
knapsack on our back, and march
forthwith out of all human communi-
ties. Let us teach every man, woman,
and child in the country what and
how great a thing law is ; let us con-
fess that it stands rooted in the soil
of human reason — stands by no per-
mission of this or that sectarian, but
this or that sectarian stands here, and
can preach and teach, by virtue of the
protection it extends to all.
And then, as we have hinted, the
wide diffusion of the study of the law
would react upon our jurisprudence
itself, making it a better system of
law, and a better instrument of cul-
ture. An intelligent public would be
formed, beyond the limit of the pro-
fessional circle, to which the scientific
jurist could appeal. There is still
much learned quibble to be got rid of,
and traditional definitions that define
nothing. A mass of erudition quite
alien to the science itself of jurispru-
dence still takes its place in our
clearest text-books. It is not enough
that the complicate transactions of a
commercial people, who must have a
rule for all cases, yet retain withal the
most unfettered liberty of action — it is
not enough that this state of things
inevitably gives rise to an intricate
system of jurisprudence, but we per-
sist in encumbering the law with
definitions and distinctions which
have no rational relation to existing
circumstances or the real nature of
the subject, and which no man can
explain without entering into a long
history of their origin. He explains
their origin ; he is compelled to be
quite silent on their present advan-
tages; he can show that they once
were reasonable (it is all the satis-
faction he can give us); and that the
wisdom of our ancestors, by being
too long retained, has become the
folly of their posterity.
It is the want (till very lately) of
an intelligent audience, out of the pale
of the profession, that has made the
work of legal reformation so slow.
Those who have not only to study, but
to practise the law, are apt to become
blind to lucrative anomalies ; or if a
generous disposition raises them above
this bias, they become attached to a
species of knowledge which has been
obtained with difficulty, and which has
to be constantly made use of. But
those students whose sole interest in
the law is to be well governed by it,
who investigate it as a system, having
for its professed object the well-being
of the existing human society, will be
very little disposed to tolerate the
intrusion of mere antiquarian tenets
and traditional definitions into the
living rules of jurisprudence. They
will not long endure to be presented
with an historical account of its origin
as a sufficient reason for the actual
existence of any portion of our law.
1855.]
They will not be persuaded that what
is now senseless should still be pre-
served because it once had a meaning
and a purpose. " Our fines and our
recoveries " we have got rid of some
years ago, but our feudal tenures still
remain amongst us for our mere per-
plexity ; and we have our " fee sim-
ple " and all its occult properties, and
how it must comport itself as " re-
mainder or reversion." Such subtle
learning our professional lawyers cling
to with marvellous tenacity. We
have no respect ourselves for any
learning here which does not strictly
belong to the science of jurisprudence.
Those who are peculiarly interested in
historical traditions can satisfy their
taste to the utmost in the proper fields
of history ; but let us no longer meet
in the real business of life with mere
traditions of the past. Law is assur-
edly the most ancient matter in this
world— the oldest, as well as the new-
est : it has a species of eternity, and
cannot need to be set off with this
antique and Gothic tracery. It can-
not be indebted to any source of in-
terest which an antiquarian society
might supply. It stands pre-eminent,
and has ends of its own, which ask no
foreign aid, and which ought to be
tampered with under no pretence
whatever. If you are fond of old ar-
mour, let it hang up in your museums,
or in your old halls, if you will, but
do not bruise our living limbs by
forcing them into it. Let it hang
dead and empty against the wall, and
see that it be quite dead : it would be
an odd story to tell if it should move
arm or leg to eject the living proprie-
tor from his domain ; or, like the giant
helmet in Walpole's romance, should
nod some terrific sentence against the
present owner of the castle.
It is not only in the law of freehold
and copyhold lands that we meet with
tradition where we have a right to
expect science ; even in criminal juris-
prudence, and amongst those terms
which express, or ought to express,
degrees of guilt and of punishment,
we are compelled to content ourselves
with an historical dissertation instead
of a legal definition. Felony and mis-
demeanour seem to point to a classi-
fication of offences, according to their
comparative magnitude ; but ask a
lawyer for his definition of felony, and
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203
all he can do for you is to explain
what in olden times wrought a forfeit-
ure of lands and goods, one or both.
Seeing that the class of men which
people our jails have not an acre of
land amongst them, it does not appear
very rational to describe their criminal
status by an element in their punish-
ment which can never affect them.
Such terms as felony, misdemeanour,
treason, sedition, or the barbarous
but sometimes necessary term of a
prcemunire, instead of giving us intel-
ligible and useful classifications, will
be found, each one of them, to com-
prise a heterogeneous compound — a
mere chance-medley of crimes and
offences.
Towards this desirable end of popu-
larising the study of the law of Eng-
land, no living man has done half so
much as the writer of the volume we
have now to notice, Mr Samuel War-
ren. His Introduction to the Study of
the Law we have heard pronounced
by younger students to be no less en-
tertaining than instructive. His Ex-
tracts from Blackstone has been received
into many private schools, as well as
those under the supervision of the Gov-
ernment. And no w we have a far more
elaborate work than either, founded on
the same favourite commentator,Black-
stone, and yet still bearing the impress
of a popular and elementary treatise.
In the compass of one moderate volume
we have an abridgment of the Com-
mentaries, or a considerable portion
of them (an abridgment of the whole
in so limited a space would have be-
come a dry analysis, or mere synop-
sis of the work), with such revisions
and additions as adapt it to the exist-
ing state of the law. It would be
hardly possible, we think, to have
projected a more valuable work for
the purposes of tuition. It seems
peculiarly fitted for the higher classes
in all academies, and for the student
at college, whether he intends or not
to pursue the profession of the law.
As an epitome of Constitutional Law,
it may perhaps be useful for occa-
sional reference to the barrister on
circuit, who must have his law packed
in portable volumes. The kind of
book which is here offered to the pub-
lic, may be best understood by the
following extract from the Preface: —
" It is not unknown to many in the legal
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profession that for nearly twenty years I
have been laboriously engaged, at every
interval of leisure, in preparing an edition
of the entire Commentaries : — but so vast
have been the changes effected, increasing
latterly in rapidity, number, and magni-
tude, that I have been reluctantly com-
pelled to give up the hopeless task ;
having ' toiled after ' the legislature ' in
vain.' The labour of a whole long vaca-
tion has several times been rendered use-
less by the alterations effected in the
ensuing session of Parliament. It is my
intention, however, if life and leisure last,
to write an original work, in a compre-
hensive, practical, and systematic plan,
illustrating our laws in their newest phase
by those of the United States, and of the
Continent, and by the civil law.
" When I came to consider how best to
prepare the little work of 1836 for a new
edition, and had scanned every one of the
' extracts ' from Blackstone, so great
proved to have been the ravages in the
text, by changes in the law during the
last twenty years, that I was nearly aban-
doning even that task in despair. At
length, however, and at the earnest re-
commendation of those for whom I enter-
tain the greatest respect, I resolved to
avail myself of some of my laborious col-
lections for the former work; and that
now offered to the public is the result.
Two-thirds of it consist of new matter,
which it is hoped will be found a safe and
useful incorporation with the text of Black-
stone. Those portions of the latter which
I was able to retain unaltered, are few,
and, like the others, required incessant
vigilance, to avoid the retention of ex-
pressions and allusions inconsistent with
the existing law. Many portions of the
text, after having repeatedly altered, I
have been forced at length altogether to
discard, substituting a new paragraph,
and even chapter."
We can hardly regret that Mr
Warren has thought fit to relinquish
the greater task of re-editing the
whole of Blackstone. It is only on
the subject of Constitutional Law that
this favourite writer could be now re-
edited to any advantage ; in every
other department, the changes which
have taken place render the text
almost useless — useless, except for
tracing the history and progress of
the law. The present work, though
far less ambitious than the one origin-
ally designed, may be more applicable
to the real wants of the age ; and we
earnestly hope that Mr Warren may
accomplish that other project at which
he hints — a book, as we understand
it, which shall bring together in a
lucid form the principal laws of ancient
Kome, France, America, and England.
Were the legislation of these four
countries on certain great topics, as
Inheritance, Marriage, Debt, and the
Punishment for Crime, brought to-
gether and compared, it would form,
in the hands of so popular a writer
as Mr Warren, a most interesting
volume, and do much to advance the
general study of the law. We sincerely
hope that nothing will occur to pre-
vent the completion of this design.
There is something almost touching
in the picture we have here of the
legal author " toiling in vain" after
a reforming legislature. But we can-
not promise to bestow much compas-
sion on those perplexities of legal
authorship which originate in a suc-
cession of legal improvements. We
must congratulate the country on the
many excellent reforms which have
signalised the history of our law dur-
ing the last twenty years. Nor can
we yet give undisturbed rest to any
of our text-books, or promise that the
lawyer will not have to unlearn every
year some portion of his laborious
erudition. This incessant change is
painful, but unavoidable. We re-
member the time when the question
of codification was repeatedly discuss-
ed, and when many affected to de-
spise a bit-by-bit reform. We said
then, what it is hardly necessary to
repeat now, that the bit- by-bit reform
was the only practicable course. We
have to live in our house while we
are repairing it ; common caution de-
mands that changes should be intro-
duced gradually, and with such pauses
between each as will enable us to
test the propriety of one step before
we proceed to another : if a code is to
be constructed, it must be after the
requisite changes have been effected
in the substantial provisions of the
law. What we wrote then we re-
peat now, that our law must grow —
must put forth Act after Act of Par-
liament, that happily many separate
Acts will coalesce and combine into
one succinct and comprehensive statute
— and then, behold! a code is veritably
formed by that same despised process
of gradual reform. Such a work as
this which Mr Warren has now pre-
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sented to the public, enables us to take
note of the progress we have been
making ; nor can we look back upon
our course without feeling a debt of
gratitude to those who, by dint of
severe toil and unremitting persever-
ance, have carried us on thus far.
Amongst those strenuous and bene-
ficent labourers, there is one whose
name stands so pre-eminent that it is
doing no injustice to the claims of
others to mention it, and mention it
alone. When the asperities of po-
litical conflict shall have ceased, men
of all parties, the present age, and a
remote posterity, shall honourably and
gratefully unite the name of Henry
Lord Brougham with the cause of
law reform, and the incalculable ad-
vantages of cheap and speedy justice.
It seems an ungracious task, when
so much has been done, to be calling
still for more ; but we must repeat,
what we found ourselves uttering
fifteen years ago, that our very task
is one of time, of successive labours,
and that of many generations of men ;
and that it is the very nature of such
improvements as we are speaking of,
to kindle hope and animate to renew-
ed exertion. Every step in the right
direction makes the next step more
easy towards the accomplishment of
a perfect system of jurisprudence —
perfect so far as the works of man can
hope to be perfect. When the law
lay encumbered on every side with
antiquated formularies and traditional
lore which (to use a phrase of its own)
seemed fated to descend for ever with
the land, men felt that, as it was be-
yond human power to remove the whole
mass, it was useless to touch any one
fragment of it. They sat themselves
down before it in despair. To talk then
of jurisprudence as a practical system
of^ethics, finding on its own proper
soil — in the good of a loving commu-
nity of men — the sole substantial rea-
son for all its enactments, was to speak
of a dream or of an impossibility. But
in proportion as anomalies are banish-
ed, as arbitrary and fantastic max-
ims are displaced, as mere traditionary
logic gives way to sound juridical
reasoning, a hope arises that juris-
prudence may at length wear a syste-
matic or scientific form. Men's
thoughts take a happier direction.
All these burdens of a feudal age will
not descend with the land : the land
will remain and they will disappear.
Men here, as elsewhere, by exerting,
recognise their strength, and, gaining
courage as they gain experience, they
will at length boldly demand that the
rule of law shall be in fact what it
professes to be, simply the rule of
reason.
About one-half of Mr Warren's
book is occupied by an epitome of
Constitutional Law. It is that portion
which is the most complete, and which
probably will be read with the great- '
est pleasure. Nevertheless, it is to the
latter part that we shall at present
turn, and, following up the train of
thought into which we have been
thrown, we shall select a few extracts
which may have more or less bearing
upon legal reform, showing what has
been done, or perhaps suggesting
where there is still room for improve-
ment.
We have made some allusion to
the distinction between felony and
misdemeanour. Perhaps the reader
would like to refresh his memory
with this legal curiosity. It is cer-
tainly neither new nor interesting.
The only strange thing about it is,
that it should be found in a text-book
of our criminal law dated A. D. 1855.
" Felony, in the general acceptation,
of our English law, comprises every
species of crime which occasioned, at
common law, the forfeiture of lands and
goods. This most frequently happens in
those crimes for which a capital punish-
ment either is, or was, liable to be in-
flicted. Treason itself, says Sir Edward
Coke, was anciently comprised under
the name of felony. All treasons, strictly
speaking, are felonies ; though all felonies
are not treasons. And to this also we
may add, that not only all offences now
capital are, in some degree or other,
felony ; but that this is likewise the
case with some other offences which are
not punished with death — as suicide,
when the party is already dead — man-
slaughter, and larceny : all which are,
strictly speaking, felonies, as they sub-
ject the committers of them to forfeitures.
So that, upon the whole, the only adequate
definition of felony seems to be that
which is before laid down, viz., an
offence which occasions a total forfeiture
of either lands, or goods, or both, at the
common law ; and to which capital or
other punishment may be superadded,
according to the degree of guilt.
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"To explain this matter a little further :
the word felony or felonla is of undoubt-
ed feudal origin, being frequently to be
met with in the books of feuds, &c."
In short, Sir William Blackstone
decides that the word Felon is de-
rived "from two northern words— fee,
which signifies, as we well know, the
fief, feud, or beneficiary estate — and
Ion, which signifies price or value."
Thus far Blackstone. What next
follows is within brackets, and is Mr
Warren's.
" [The true criterion of felony is for-
feiture ; and, accordingly, to this day all
felonies punishable with death occasion
a forfeiture, to a greater or less extent,
of the lands of the offender, and the total
forfeiture of his goods and chattels ; and
even such felonies as are not capitally
punished, occasion the total forfeiture of
the convicted person's goods and chattels.
In misdemeanours there is, no forfeiture,
nor are there any accessaries ; all being
principals.
" [Felonies and misdemeanours are
the creatures of both common and sta-
tute law ; the latter, in modern times,
having been very active in declaring,
and that often somewhat arbitrarily,
what acts shall or shall not be referred
to the one or other category. To obtain,
for instance, ten thousand pounds' worth
of goods or money, by the grossest false
pretence, is declared a misdemeanour
only ; to steal a farthing, a felony.
Similar punishment, moreover, may be
inflicted in both classes of offence :
except that a fine can be imposed in
misdemeanour only : since on a convic-
tion for felony there is, through the
forfeiture, nothing left to satisfy the
fine. The legislature seems latterly to
have become sensible of the frequently
shadowy nature of the distinction, in
at least a technical point of view, be-
tween a felony and a misdemeanour ;
and has endeavoured to avert a failure of
justice on that account in the way point-
ed out in a former chapter ; namely,
that if it appear, on the trial of a person
for a misdemeanour that the facts amount
in law to a felony, he shall not by reason
thereof be entitled to be acquitted of such
misdemeanour ; and he shall not be liable
to be prosecuted afterwards for felony,
on the same facts, unless the judge think
fit, in his discretion, to discharge the jury
from giving a verdict, and direct the pri-
soner to be tried for the felony ; an enact-
ment aimed at the removal of difficulties
arising out of the doctrine that a, mis-
demeanour was merged in the felony."]
We have here a very significant
intimation of some of the trammels
we have escaped, and may congratu-
late ourselves if these terms of art be
simply nugatory, and are deprived of
all mischievous power.
There seems to have been a time
when the judges of the land — the
learned Twelve — brought up in the
logic of the schools, worked out their
judicial problems more as logical than
social questions. Some maxim, ap-
plicable to a few cases, wars hastily
adopted as a fundamental principle, and
reasoned for accordingly, till, threat-
ened by some altogether too flagrant
absurdity as the result of their princi-
ple, they abruptly left it for some rival
maxim, or other fundamental rule.
Traces of such a mode of judicial
reasoning may still be observed. We
turn to the chapter in Mr Warren's
book, headed " Husband and Wife."
" By marriage the husband and wife
are one person in law ; that is, the very
being or legal existence of the woman is
suspended during the marriage, or at
least is incorporated or consolidated into
that of the husband, under whose wing
and protection she performs everything.
Upon this principle, of a union of person
as husband and wife, depend almost all
the legal rights, duties, and disabilities,
that either of them acquires by the mar-
riage. I speak not at present of the
rights of property, but such as are merely
personal. For this reason a man cannot
grant anything to his wife, or enter into
covenant with her ; for the grant would
be to suppose her separate existence, and to
covenant with her would be to covenant
with himself; and, therefore,it is also gene-
rally true, that all compacts made between
husband and wife when single, are voided
by the intermarriage. A woman, indeed,
may be attorney for her husband ; for
that implies no separation from, but is
rather a representation of her lord. And
a husband may also bequeath anything
to his wife by will ; for that cannot take
effect till the married state shall have
been determined by his death.
" In the civil law, husband and wife
are considered as two distinct persons ;
and may have separate estates, contracts,
debts, and injuries ; and, therefore, in our
ecclesiastical courts a woman may sue
and be sued without her husband.
" But though our law in general con-
siders man and wife as one person, yet
there are cases in which she is separately
considered as inferior to him, and acting
by his compulsion j and, therefore, all
1855.]
Mr Warren's Blachstone.
207
deeds executed and acts done by her
during her coverture are void. She can-
not by will devise lands to her husband,
unless under special circumstances ; for
at the time of making it she is supposed
to be under his coercion."
Does not all this look more like an
ingenious exercise of logic, kept in
check by some consideration for flesh
and blood, and the welfare of human
beings, than a series of rules laid
down for the direct attainment of the
well-being of society? Indeed, we
cannot commend the reasoning, even
viewed as a mere logical display.
The following inconsistency seems
still to be good law amongst us, what-
ever may be thought of it as a speci-
men of ratiocination : —
" If the wife be indebted before mar-
riage, the husband is bound afterwards
to pay the debt [however improvidently
contracted, and though he may have
received no portion with her], for he has
adopted her and her circumstances toge-
ther.
"[On her death, the husband's personal
liability would cease altogether, although
lie might have received a large fortune
with her, unless he were sued as an
administrator to his wife, in respect of
certain rights not reduced by him into
possession during her lifetime.] "
In the one case, a man is compelled
to pay a debt he knew nothing of,
and where he had received no funds
that might justly be held to come to
him burdened with the debt. In the
other case, he has received such
funds, and is yet exonerated. In
the first case he had " adopted her
and her circumstances together ; " he
had married the debt. In the second
case, the death of the wife has dis-
solved the relationship, and he is no
longer married to the debt, though he
continues married to her property.
Not much better logic, it strikes us,
than it is justice.
Speaking of some of the difficulties
which surround this great topic of
the law of marriage, Mr Warren
makes the following judicious obser-
vations : —
" The difficult subject of divorce has
for some years occupied the attention of
the Legislature, which contemplates
important changes in the existing law.
In any which may be projected, it is to
be hoped, that whether the occasion for
actions for ' criminal conversation,' as it
is called, be or be not made again an
offence punishable in our temporal courts,
such actions by which a pecuniary com-
pensation is sought by the husband may
be abolished; if for no other reason,
because they entail public disclosures of
a disgusting, degrading, and demoralising
character, attracting to this section of
our jurisprudence the contempt of foreign
jurists, and the indignation of all the
virtue and intelligence of our own
country."
This very valid objection against
actions for criminal connection which
Mr Warren states with so much
force, would equally apply to the law
which would treat adultery as a
crime, and punish it accordingly by
fine or imprisonment. The Puritans,
during the brief period they legislated
for the country, denounced it as a
capital offence, and punished it by
death. No one, we presume, intends
to revive this law, which during its
short existence was never once acted
upon. And indeed the very project
of punishing a breach of matrimonial
fidelity as we punish a theft or an
assault, runs counter to the spirit of
our times. We can only call to
mind one living authority, one noble
lord (who, from his judicial position,
must certainly demand our respect
to his opinion), who has publicly
expressed his willingness to include
adultery in that catalogue of crimes
which are punishable at the Old Bailey.
We were not aware that the subject
of divorce had so far occupied the
attention of the Legislature as to
warrant us in supposing that it
" contemplates important changes
in the existing law." A measure was
lately introduced into the Upper
House, which merely proposed that
such divorces as are constantly
granted by separate acts of Parlia-
ment, should be decreed in a regular
judicial manner, by a court of law.
But it met with no countenance ;
there seemed to be an extreme un-
willingness to legislate at all upon
the subject, even to the extent of
declaring that to be part of the law
of the land which has long ago
virtually become such.
So far as the wealthier classes of
English society are concerned, we are
not aware that there is any practical
grievance which calls for a revision
208
of the law of marriage. By the
operation of marriage settlements,
the wife enjoys as absolute a control
over her own property as the fullest
acknowledgment of an equality of
civil rights could possibly bestow.
When a divorce unhappily becomes
desirable, an amount of expense is
indeed occasioned which is onerous
even to the wealthy; but to this it
may be answered, that it never was
the policy of the law to facilitate
divorce, and that if what is now
done through an act of Parliament
were to be accomplished by a suit at
law, and at a moderate expense, it
would become a question whether
divorce should be granted at all on
the mere ground of the infidelity of
one of the parties. It might be the
wiser plan to leave parties to such
relief as they can obtain through a
deed of separation. With regard,
therefore, to the higher classes of
society, we do not see any practical
evil there is to remove, or any
ground there is for a modification of
those laws which determine the rela-
tionship between husband and wife.
Even if certain gross and barbarous
rights are still reserved to the hus-
band by the letter of the law, the law
is here a completely dead-letter, and
has as little influence upon our
manners as that imaginary right
which French novelists persist in
investing an English husband with —
that of selling his wife in Smithfield.
It is otherwise, perhaps, with the
poor. It is here, if anywhere, that
some change is demanded in our
marital laws — either some modifica-
tion of the civil rights of the husband,
or the institution of a fitting court
for decreeing divorces on the special
ground of cruelty. It is the opera-
tion of a late act of Parliament, pass-
ed for the protection of the wife, that
has revealed to the public at large
an apparent necessity for some legis-
lation in this direction. That act
punishes the brutal husband with six
months' imprisonment, accompanied
by hard labour. It was imperatively
called for by the general indignation
of the public, roused by numerous
cases of extreme cruelty on the part
of the husband ; nor does the
magistrate ever enforce the act with-
out carrying with him the sympa-
Mr Warren's Blackstone.
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thy of all bystanders. The general
feeling is, that the sentence is not
half severe enough. And yet if
nothing else is done for the suffering
wife, this measure of retributive
justice has rather increased than
diminished that domestic misery
which she has to endure. For what
must be the condition of the woman
who has to live again with the
husband she has committed to prison 1
Conceive the meeting after such a
separation. What a home! What
a domestic union ! And how has the
wife supported herself and her chil-
dren in the interim ? If at the end of
six months she has found herself in
some profitable course of industry,
the husband returns, and claims all
that she has earned, or may continue
to earn ; she is little better than his
slave. Here there is no marriage
settlement, no deed of separation to
mitigate the extreme rights of the
husband ; and though cruelty enough
has been exercised to justify fifty
divorces in the ecclesiastical courts,
or in the House of Parliament, we
need not say that divorce is here
utterly unattainable. We do not
require to be reminded that a blow is
not the same offence in every class of
life ; but we think we may venture
to say that such a course of cruelty
as justifies a magistrate in committing
the husband as a criminal to jail,
might justify a court in decreeing a
divorce if the wife should petition for
one. Nor would it be according to
truth or policy to legislate for any
class of the community as if they
were entirely destitute of those higher
sensibilities on which friendship or
domestic affections are founded. We
have said enough, however, upon the
subject; we know the extremely
difficult nature of the task which
would here devolve upon the Legisla-
ture ; we share the reluctance felt by
all discreet people to move the ques-
tion at all. But a case does seem to
be made out worthy at least of the
consideration of Parliament. We may
add, that if a sense of equity, and a
wish to promote domestic happiness,
should induce us to extend the privi-
lege of divorce to the poor, this must
be done by a court where justice is
not only cheap, but where it is abso-
lutely free ; experiment must be made
1855.]
Mr Warren's Blackstone.
209
of a plan, often advocated by specu-
lative reformers, of a court in which
fees are altogether abolished, every
official or practitioner being paid by
a fixed salary charged on the national
revenue.
Following the relationship of Hus-
band and Wife, are those of Parent
and Child, Master and Servant, Prin-
cipal and Agent ; but we miss (as the
title of a distinct chapter) that melan-
choly relation — so unsatisfactory, so
full of unmingled bitterness to both
parties — of Debtor and Creditor.
Some account, however, of the ame-
lioration of our law in its dealings
with this relation, will be found in
the general summary at the close of
the volume, " On the Rise, Progress,
and Gradual Improvements of the
Laws of England." In this depart-
ment of our jurisprudence we have
made signal advances. Not very
long ago we treated debt as a crime.
No distinction of cases was made;
the professed swindler, and the honest
debtor, who even in jail regretted the
loss of his honour more than the loss
of his liberty, were alike sentenced as
criminals to imprisonment. Whilst
the law was thus severe on the per-
son of the poor debtor, property in
land was liable to no debts of simple
contract, as they are called. We have
changed all this. We remember that
some alarm was expressed by mer-
cantile people that the partial aboli-
tion of imprisonment for debt would
shake that credit on which so much
depends. No such result has ensued,
and we are persuaded that the habit
of looking to a vindictive punishment
of the defaulter as some security for
the debt, had as little to do with the
cause of commercial credit, as it had
with promoting the sentiment of hu-
manity.
How much is contained in the two
following brief paragraphs which we
now extract from the valuable sum-
mary to which we have alluded : —
" Among changes respecting the gene-
ral administration of the laws, may be
enumerated the alteration of the amount
for which a debtor may be legally ar-
rested, from the sum of ten to that of
twenty pounds ; the act which sweeps
away the old intricate system of process,
and substitutes an easy and intelligible
method of commencing actions in the
courts of common law ; the Law Amend-
ment, which destroys several antiquated
forms, expedites and cheapens the trial
of causes of slight importance, enables
the judges to amend and obviate techni-
cal errors, arms them with a power which
they have not been slow to exercise, of
introducing regulations calculated to ren-
der our system of pleading more effec-
tually subservient to the ends of justice,
and renders more efficient the tribunal
of the arbitrator ; the consolidation of
the Welsh and English judicatures ; the
appointment of an additional judge to
each of the superior courts ; the act dis-
pensing with a number of useless oaths,
the multitude of which tended to undue
disregard of those most solemn invoca-
tions of the Deity, by rendering their
use too frequent in matters of trivial im-
portance ; the destruction of the nume-
rous and antiquated tribe of Real actions,
and the remodelling of the court of Privy
Council for judicial purposes.
"Among enactments concerning the
regulation of private property may be
enumerated the act which renders a
man's real property liable after his death
to the claims of all his creditors ; the
acts which ascertain the period at which
rights and titles shall be rendered secure
by lapse of time, and uninterrupted con-
tinuance of possession ; which define the
right of the. wife to dower out of her
husband's, and that of the husband to
curtesy, as it is called, out of the wife's
real property ; which alter the law of
descents, by allowing the parent to in-
herit to the child, and letting in the half-
blood, fcWho were formerly excluded by
an arbitrary rule of feudal policy ; and
that which substitutes easy and simple
forms for the complicated and abstruse
ones of fine and recovery."
These are only some of the altera-
tions which took place between the
year 1825 and the year 1836. Since
that latter period, the Legislature, we
need not say, has not been idle. But
it would be a vain attempt on our
part, and with the limited space at
our command, to follow out the course
of its proceedings.
There is one other topic— the re-
forms made in our Law of Evidence
— which Mr Warren, by his just and
powerful observations, induces us to
touch upon. With some remarks on
this very important branch of the law
we will close, and leave our readers
to the perusal, if they are so disposed,
of this useful and agreeable epitome
of the laws of England.
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It is well known to every one, pro-
fessional or not, that our law of evi-
dence dealt largely in rules of exclu-
sion— sometimes referring to the evi-
dence itself, excluding whole classes
of documents or statements; some-
times to the witness, excluding him
at once from all hearing in a court of
justice. Objections, which it is now
universally admitted ought to go
against the credibility of a witness,
were declared to render him alto-
gether incompetent to give any testi-
mony whatever. He was not allowed
to make his statement, under such
disadvantages as the infamy of his
character, or his interest in the suit,
manifestly laid him under; but his
infamy as a convicted felon, or his
pecuniary interest in the suit, were
pronounced to be reasons for not
hearing him at all. In the technical
language of the law, these objections
went not against his credibility, but
his competency, as a witness.
These rules of exclusion would
have been intolerable, but for the in-
troduction of a multitude of excep-
tions, and numerous devices for their
evasion ; which, though they relieved
from the pressure of the rule, added
nothing to the simplicity or consis-
tency of our laws. The attempt to
separate, beforehand, the true from
the false testimony by certain gene-
ral presumptions — the attempt to do
that without hearing the witness,
which it is the province of a jury to
do, after having listened to him, and
observed him, and compared his tes-
timony with other evidence in the
cause — the attempt, in short, to pro-
tect the ears of the court from hear-
ing whatever is not worthy of credit
— is now generally felt to be quite
preposterous. It could not succeed,
and was sure to be more or less per-
nicious in exact proportion as the
scheme of protection was intended
to be more or less complete. The
value of evidence, the credibility
of a witness, depends on so many
collateral and varying circumstances,
that rules of peremptory exclusion
must invariably terminate in the re-
jection of good as well as bad testi-
mony. Under certain cicumstances,
the evidence of the greatest rascal the
parish ever bred, may be quite as
trustworthy as that of the respectable
parish clerk himself. The rejection
of good evidence may be fatal to the
ends of justice, whilst the alternative
evil, the admission of the false or the
weak, would but, in general, prolong
the judicial inquiry, and impose some
additionallabour on the judge and jury.
Labour, indeed, upon the judge! Our
rules of exclusion, by favouring in-
cessant appeals to the judge on the
admissibility of this or that evidence,
seemed to have been framed for the
very torture of the bench.
At the commencement of every
text-book on the Law of Evidence,
there used to figure a list of those
disqualifications which rendered a
witness incompetent. These disquali-
fications were not all of them, strictly
speaking, rules of evidence : that is,
they were founded on other reasons
than the suspicion which would be at-
tached to the evidence of the person
excluded. They were, some of them,
intended to protect the confidence
which should subsist between certain
relations of life — as between husband
and wife, attorney and client. To
allow, for instance, counsel or an
attorney to disclose communications
received in their professional capacity,
would be utterly incongruous with the
existence and purpose of such profes-
sional advisers. The grounds of in-
capacity, not forced upon the court
by the nature of the case, but de-
vised by its own judicial wisdom,
were these three : 1. A pecuniary in-
terest in the suit ; 2. Infamy of char-
acter; and, 3. Such dissent in religious
belief as is incompatible with the
taking of an oath. It is the first of
these which was the great embarrass-
ment in the administration of justice;
for, not only the parties to the suit,
but all who had a pecuniary interest
in it, however small, were prevented
from giving evidence.
"Such fundamental changes," writes
Mr Warren, "have been effected in the
law of evidence within the last ten years,
or even a much shorter period, that it
may be said to stand upon quite a new
basis, and to be thoroughly illuminated
by the light of good sense. In no depart-
ment of our jurisprudence has the hand
of innovation been bolder or more success-
ful. The Legislature has liberated the
law of evidence from shackles which had
for centuries impeded the search after
1855.]
Mr Warren's Blackstone.
211
truth ; and whoever can contrast the pre-
sent with the very recent state of that
law, will feel astonishment that such im-
pediments should have been tolerated so
long. English law-books swarm with
complex rules, and decisions of courts
carrying out those rules with a sort of
relentless and excruciating ingenuity, the
effect of which is now seen by all to have
been only to shut, carefully, as many
apertures as possible through which that
truth might be seen which courts of jus-
tice were instituted to discover. This
arose from a marvellous distrust of the
conscientiousness of witnesses, and the
intelligence of juries, together with an
inversely strong confidence in the means
resorted to by law for obviating such
evils. To see whether these remarks are
well or ill founded, it may be observed
that down to the year 1843 the law ex-
cluded from the witness-box a person of
spotless integrity, of the greatest intel-
lect, and beyond all suspicion of undue
bias or motive, if it could only be made
out, by a train of subtle reasoning, that he
might have a farthing's interest in the
ultimate issue ; while the same law ad-
mitted into the witness-box those influ-
enced and tempted, by the strongest ties
of natural affection, to deceive.
"At length, in the year 1851, after a
series of steps in this direction, the Legis-
lature, by a single section of statute 1 4
and 15 Viet., c. 99, let in a flood of light
on every question thenceforth made the
subject of legal investigation, by remov-
ing the incapacity of the parties themselves
to any legal proceeding. This effected a
complete revolution in this extensive de-
partment of the law. Those who had for
ages stood with sealed lips in courts of
civil justice, while their characters, pro-
perties, rights, and liberties were assailed
by falsehood and fraud with perfect im-
punity— those who alone knew the true
facts in dispute, and yet were compelled
to look on with silent indignation, while
futile and illusory efforts were being made
to prove those facts — were, by the fiat of
the Legislature, suddenly given the power
of speech, and enabled in their own per-
sons, viva wee, or by affidavit, to state
those facts before competent authorities.
From that moment fraud and chicane re-
ceived a desperate check, and claims were
justly enforced and resisted which would
otherwise have continued to be withheld,
or submitted to unjustly."
We hope that the attempt to sift
evidence before it is heard, by certain
wide and general rules of exclusion,
has been, or will be, entirely relin-
quished. However well-intentioned
it may originally have been, it has
led to incalculable mischief. First, a
rule has been made which has been
felt to be too wide ; then the court
has caught at some reason for grant-
ing an exception; this reason, per-
haps, has been a mere subterfuge, for
the sake of obtaining substantial jus-
tice in the individual case before the
court; but of course this exception,
with the make-belief reason on which it
was founded, becomes a guide, such
as it is, for future cases. Thus an
endless controversy, unprofitable and
mischievous, arose upon the admis-
sion of evidence, and the cause was as
frequently decided according to the
success of the adverse counsel in this
preliminary contest, as by the weight
of evidence really brought to bear
upon the point in dispute.
Mr Warren has alluded, in the quo-
tation we have made, to the egregious
inconsistency of refusing to hear the
testimony of any man of whom it
could be said that he had the least
pecuniary interest in the suit, although
it was a clear moral impossibility that
such an interest (often of so remote a
kind that the witness himself was un-
conscious of possessing it) could have
any influence upon his mind, while the
strong bias of natural affection or in-
timate friendship was not (by good
fortune) seized upon as a ground of
incompetency. The length to which
this rule of exclusion was carried will
scarcely be believed in future times ;
yet the Acts of Parliament passed
during its ascendancy will illustrate
the nature of the rule by the precau-
tions taken against its operation. In
certain Acts it was thought necessary
to introduce a clause rendering the
inhabitants of the parish or the county
competent witnesses in the several
cases of settlement or boundaries, or
in prosecution for the repair of bridges,
notwithstanding the pecuniary interest
such persons must have in the parish or
county rates. So, too, when an Act
was passed for punishing assaults in a
summary manner, after declaring that
the fine of £5 should be paid over,
under certain circumstances, to the
rates of the county or riding in which
the assault took place, it was deemed
necessary to enact that an inhabitant
of the county or riding might be a wit-
ness to the assault, notwithstanding
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his interest as such inhabitant in the
said penalty of £5.
A rule so irrational and so exten-
sive in its application, was of course
combated in every possible manner.
Specific Acts of Parliament were
passed to restrict its operation. The
court allowed a witness to "release
his interest," and thus establish his
competency, leaving him, however,
to qualify himself or to remain dis-
qualified at his pleasure. In defiance
of all consistency, it made a still
bolder exception : it pronounced that
the interest which renders incompe-
tent must be present and vested, not
uncertain or contingent. Therefore,
while an existing claim of five shil-
lings could drive a witness out of
court, the heir-apparent might sup-
port, by his testimony, the title of his
father to estates of any magnitude.
It may, perhaps, amuse some of
our readers, if it will not greatly edify
them, to take notice of another and
opposite use which the court made of
this ground of pecuniary interest. If
so grave a suspicion must always fall
upon the man who gives evidence in
favour of a pecuniary interest, how
very trustworthy must that testimony
be which runs counter to such an
interest ! Now, therefore, if there
should be a case where, owing to
some other rule of law, the evidence
is excluded, might not this circum-
stance of its being against the interest
of the witness, attach to it so extraor-
dinary a credibility as to justify the
court in making an exception in its
favour ?
There is a broad rule against ad-
mitting hear-say evidence ; and what
is called hear-say, technically includes
written as well as verbal statements.
The chief reason for excluding hear-
say evidence — namely, that the wit-
ness may not repeat with accuracy
what was really said — does not apply
to a written document. Nevertheless,
the technical rule of law includes, or
did include, both of these in the same
category. The letters of an absent
or deceased person were as inadmis-
sible as a report of what he had said :
his journal or memoranda would not
be received ; the Diaries of Evelyn
and Pepys would have been, in law,
no evidence.
We believe that all that is valuable
in the rule which excludes hear- say
evidence, would be found to be re-
tained under the very safe and intel-
ligible rule — that the best evidence
which the case admits of should al-
ways be brought forward. Thus the
court would never listen to the report
of what another man had said, or
even to what he had written, without
having the man himself there in per-
son before it, if this were possible.
In all cases, demand and admit the
best evidence that is attainable. If
the best is so weak that no reliance
can be placed upon it, the same result
is arrived at as if it had been excluded
by some rule of law; but make no
attempt to exclude a whole class or
description of evidence on any a priori
ground that it cannot be credible.
But we were about to show how
the law had dealt with one branch of
this rule of exclusion. When it had
been decided that the memoranda or
entries of a deceased person could
not be admitted, as falling under the
technical description of hear- say evi-
dence, it was felt that the rule had
been carried too far. Ingenuity was
taxed to find a ground of exception.
What if these entries acknowledged
a debt, or pecuniary obligation (as to
pay rent), they would then be so
highly credible, as being made against
the interest of the writer, that they
might safely be admitted. Thus a
tax-gatherer's book was ruled to be
admissible, because it charged the
writer with having received taxes,
and it was against his interest to
make such an acknowledgment. We
have now a sub-rule or ground for
exception, the application of which
gives, in its turn, jts due share of
embarrassment, as the following two
cases will testify :—
CASE 1. Entry of a deceased tenant
adduced to prove the payment of
rent : admissible, because, as it went
to show that he was responsible for
payment of rent, and was not absolute
owner of the estate, the entry was
made against interest.
CASE 2. Entry of a deceased land-
lord of the reception of rent, adduced
to prove the title of his representative
to the property : inadmissible, because,
though the landlord acknowledged the
reception of rent — and in this respect
the entry was against his interest —
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yet, so far as the title was concerned,
(and the title was here in question),
it was not an entry "against inte-
rest."
Thus the entry was admissible or
not, according to the use which was to
be made of it, without any attempt
to prove that the writer of it foresaw
what use it would be applied to. It
is the supposition that the writer was
manufacturing evidence that throws
suspicion on such entries; and the
probability of this supposition must
depend, in each case, upon the review
of the whole circumstances. This
sub- rule of its being " against his in-
terest " was only one, and a most de-
ficient test (as the law applied it) of
rebutting this supposition. But we
must not proceed farther amongst the
briers and brambles of a past condi-
tion of the law. We hope that all
this " learning" is entirely defunct.
Infamy of character is also no longer
a ground of incompetency. It was
made part of the punishment of crime,
that the convicted criminal should be
incapacitated to give evidence in a
court of justice. It was overlooked
that the punishment might really fall
on an innocent party who needed his
testimony ; or that such an incapacity
might gravely interfere with the ends
of public justice. The rule, of course,
yielded to emergencies: it was held
that the incompetency of a felon could
be cured by the royal pardon. Whether
it was to be regarded as a punishment
of the criminal, or as a rule of evi-
dence, this ground of exclusion was
long seen to be a mere hindrance to
the course of justice. Mr Warren
will tell us that now " a person con-
victed of any crime whatever — even
of perjury — is competent to give evi-
dence, even against those with whom
he is jointly indicted, as well as in
other cases. His conviction affects
merely his credit as a truthful witness
in the estimation of the jury."
The only remaining ground of impera-
tive seclusion is, that defect of religious
belief which incapacitates from being
sworn. This affects infidels, and also
very young children, or such ignorant
or simple-minded youths as might
possibly give distinct enough evidence
on what they had seen, and yet be
unable to respond even to the few
theological questions which should or
may be asked previous to administer-
ing the oath. The widest provisions
are now made for the relief, not only
of peculiar sects of Christians, but of
all who have a conscientious scruple
against taking the oath. " An oath
may be suspended," Mr Warren in-
forms us, " and a solemn affirmation
or declaration substituted in the case
of any person solemnly, sincerely, and
truly affirming and declaring that the
taking of an oath is, according to his
religious belief, unlawful."
The question occurs, whether it
would not be advisable to substitute
the solemn affirmation universally for
the oath ? We understand that the
majority of those who, as judges,
counsel, or attornies, are engaged in
the administration of criminal justice,
would regard this, at present, as a
dangerous experiment. We roust bow
to their judgment, if this indeed ia
the opinion they would generally give,
and content ourselves with expressing
a hope that the time may not be far
distant when, owing to the better in-
struction of the people, the experi-
ment may be safely made.
We would observe that, whilst many
Christians think that the oath is ex-
pressly forbidden, no single Christian
thinks that it is a religious rite any-
where enjoined. The abolition of the
oath would offend, therefore, no one
section of the Christian community.
This is happily not one of those cases
where we cannot legislate without
wounding the religious feelings of some
class of society. There is nowhere a
single Christian who would feel hurt
or distressed at not being required to
swear.
How low must we descend in the
scale of intellect or education before
we encounter the man so ignorant as
to believe that it is the oath which
makes the giving false evidence a sin?
or that it would not be equally sinful
if unaccompanied by an oath? or who
seriously believes that the judgments
of Heaven would not be put in force
against him, unless he made direct
appeal to them, and called them down
upon his own head ? We hope that
it is necessary to descend very low
before we come to this stratum of pub-
lic opinion. The oath, let us remark,
may be explained and interpreted so
as to render it consistent with the
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most enlightened views of God's moral
government ; but when so explained
and interpreted, it ceases to express
any more than a solemn affirmation,
which reminds the Christian that he
is acting and speaking under the eye
of God.
When, out of a court of justice, we
hear a man support his assertions by
appeals to Heaven, and dire impreca-
tions on his own head, we never be-
lieve him any the more readily on this
account. On the contrary, if our
suspicion of his veracity had not been
excited before, it is called forth the
moment he begins to swear. It is
notoriously the greatest liars who
make these appeals to the judgments
of God. When a man swears in a
court of justice, we know, and he
knows, that he is liable to punishment
if he swears to a false statement. If
the penalty of perjury were removed,
what would be the value of the oath?
If the penalty were attached to the
solemn affirmation, should we not in-
stantly recognise that this had become
invested with all the binding force of
the oath?
We argue the case as between
Christian and Christian, and on the
broad admitted principle that this is
a Christian country ; but we must
add, from a strictly judicial point of
view, that it is not a satisfactory state
of the law which permits any indivi-
dual who chooses to brave the stigma
of infidelity, to withdraw himself from
a court of justice, and probably, by
withholding his evidence, defeat a
criminal prosecution of great impor-
tance. When a witness is once
sworn, if he then refuses to answer
such questions as the judge authorises
to be put, he can be committed to
prison for contempt of court. But
there is no way whatever of reaching
the man whom the court itself declares
to be incompetent to take the oath.
It has laid down the principle that an
oath is necessary, and finds this man
has such a state of religious belief,
that it would be a mockery to swear
him. The court has bound its own
hands. It cannot punish him for re-
fusing to take the oath, for it pro-
nounces that the oath cannot be ten-
dered to him. Our law has lately
added to the necessary provisions for
securing the presence of a witness, and
it is not without means for compelling
him to speak, or, if a Christian, to be
sworn ; but all these provisions and
powers may be rendered nugatory,
and set at defiance, by a simple non
credo. The man slinks out of court,
having excited, it may be, the odium
of all present, but no hand can touch
him. He returns, perhaps, to rejoice
amongst his companions over the suc-
cess of his stratagem.
This cannot be a satisfactory con-
dition of the law. We must pass
some measure for taking the testimony
of such a man on his declaration or
assertion, attaching to it, of course,
all the penalties of perjury. And
then, when we have relieved from the
oath every Christian who conscien-
tiously objects to it, and every man
who is not a Christian at all, and can-
not take it, we shall probably find
that the ground is so narrowed where
it would be really applicable, that it
will be the wiser plan to abolish the
oath altogether.
We have thus ventured to touch
upon some of the topics of legal reform,
chiefly felicitating ourselves on the
alterations that have been lately
made. As the work before us re-
marks, " experience will probably
show that, like other human institu-
tions, they contain evil mixed with
good. But the very experience which
detects the former will help to point
out the true method of correcting it ;
while the continuance of the latter
may, and let us trust will, be insured,
by that willing obedience to existing
laws — that steady attachment to the
constitution — that charity to fellow
subjects, and loyalty to the crown,
which have ever remarkably distin-
guished the English people."
Jurisprudence must unavoidably
begin with rude essays, and must
reach perfection by slow degrees; or
rather, it will be always approximat-
ing, in this changeful and perturbed
scene, towards an unattainable per-
fection. It is shaped at first to the
present emergency, and by the mo-
mentary passion ; it is violent because
it is weak ; it strikes uncertain blows,
and seeks a rude compensation in the
severity of that blow which does reach
the destined criminal ; it has often to
crave aid from superstition, or from
tyranny, and becomes the slave when
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it should exercise dominion. Like the
noble river which gives life to a great
city, it is in its early course both
ductile and violent, running with tor-
rent speed, vehement and capricious,
along a channel from which, never-
theless, it may be diverted by slightest
impediments ; till, widening by de-
grees, and growing ever more tempe-
rate as it grows more powerful, it
takes its broad and peaceful way, and
pours its uninterrupted waters through
the heart of populous towns, its banks
everywhere covered with signs of that
civilisation to which it has so mainly
contributed. May such, with us, be
its potent, tranquil, beneficent ma-
turity !
MODERN LIGHT LITERATURE — SCIENCE.
A LITTLE knowledge went a long
way in the old times. From those
professors of occult sciences, whose
small amount of real information
made a world of guesses possible to
the unlearned, we have come by a
wonderfully rapid progress to an age
of universal acquirement, where every
man is bent with the kindest libe-
rality in making his neighbours as
wise as himself. No longer a hoard-
ed commodity, carefully reserved for
one's own benefit, or transmitted to
one's own disciples with all the awe
and mystery of forbidden wisdom, a
piece of uncommunicated knowledge
seems to burn the fingers of its pos-
sessor in those days, till he is able to
fling it abroad into the world. "It
is scarcely more than a century,"
says one writer, " since the several
sciences to which we apply the gene-
ral name of natural history began to
rouse themselves from a sleep into
which they had fallen nearly two
thousand years before." Scarcely a
century ! and now we study it in our
drawing-rooms, and learn it from the
prelections of our children. Alas for
the magician's cap and gown — the
solemn retirement — the mystic acces-
sories— the awful solitude and se-
clusion of him whom princes took
into their counsels ! There is scarcely
a young lady, who has had the most
"ordinary advantages," who could
not enlighten the philosopher now.
To us who have to confess and la-
ment, with a distinguished statesman,
that we were born in the pre-scientific
age— to us who do not know a pistil
from a stamen, an ichthyosaurus
from a megatherium, or an actinia
from a mollusc, there is something
rather mortifying in this universal
information. That little curly-pated
VOL. LXXVIIL— NO. CCCCLXXVIII.
rogue, whom we were buying cakes
for half an hour ago — the urchin is
delivering a small lecture to us, before
we are aware, upon the aquarium, or
the collection of ferns, or the case of
fossils, to which we in our innocence
have led the juvenile philosopher,
after the same fashion by which our-
selves were taken to see the dwarf
and the giant in our holidays ever
so many years ago. Youth ! youth 1
thou never-dying Jacob, that will al-
ways be supplanting what came
before thee ! But our self-opinion is
by no means flattered by this popular
philosophy, which mounts the imp on
stilts, and sends him off amphibious,
through all the elements, with his
traps and tools and incomprehensible
machinery in his learned hands.
Putting this little private pique
aside, there is no denying that there
is very much that is fascinating and
attractive in these most popular de-
partments of science. No man shall
outdo us in reverence for the works
of God ; they are all wonderful, from
the smallest to the greatest of them ;
and though we dread the name of
Museum, and tremble at the sight of
a collection of specimens, we can per-
fectly appreciate the delight of stum-
bling over the slippery rocks at low
tide, or hunting timid wild-flowers
into the crevices of the hills, or the
nests of sunny turf on bank and brae.
We do not object to the thing; but
woefully, and from our hearts, we ob-
ject to the talk, the explanations, the
universal instruction. Teaching in
itself, after all, is not a great good ;
it is rather, to tell the truth of it, a
necessary evil, a thing to be endured,
but not to be chosen. No fear that
we will seek too many of the hard
lessons of experience, the lore of ad-
p
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versity, and suffering, and pain. Yet
these are lessons of a loftier kind, in
general, than words can convey to
us. We can see nothing beatific in
the prospect of living among a race of
lecturers, even should we ourselves
by some extraordinary revolution
become able to lecture in our turn.
'Not long since we heard an eminent
scientific teacher speaking of some
favourite pupils of his, who would
not be content with the experiments
he showed them, without due ex-
planation of the same — and con-
trasting these with another class
of schoolboys, whose delight in those
same experiments was only damp-
ed by the dreadful consciousness
that they must be explained. Com-
mend us to the wisdom of the
schoolboys. We like the experiments.
We are very glad to see the things, oh
most learned, ingenious, and patient
philosophers ; but if you love us, let
us have no explanations. To speak
seriously, this is the greatest danger
in the present universal diffusion of
knowledge. The works of nature are
always great and wonderful, but we
are very poor creatures, we mortal
men. We make pedagogues of our-
selves over every little morsel of that
grand world of half-discovered beau-
ty which lies around us, and are but
too apt to make our fellows pray that
we bad never begun to " improve our
minds." Also, it would appear that
to improve a mind is quite a different
process from improving a man — and
there is no such bore as your clever
dabbler in sciences, who may very well
cram his memory, and even elicit now
and then some dull spark fromhisima-
gination, without at all increasing the
abstract agreeability of himself or his
companionship. Let us premise, how-
ever, that science, as a pursuit, an oc-
cupation, rises far above the field of
our comments. We do not presume to
interfere with the more elevated and
stately efforts of human understand-
ing— it is only science as an amuse-
ment— science for the million, the pret-
ty books and plans, the pretty machi-
nery and implements by which it is
made familiar to the mass of the un-
studying public, with which we have
*. anything to do.
Let us take an example. We are
going to the sea-side. Everybody is
bound for the sea. The trees are
burnt brown in our London squares ;
the grass in Hyde Park, scorched and
trodden, is much more like the grass
of tapestry than that of the fields ; and
the whole world is setting forth to
plunge into the blue water somewhere,
and forget the dust and the turmoil,
the noise and the excitement of the
modern Babel. That is all very well,
our good friends; but what are you
going to do when you get there ? Mr
Kingsley asks the question very seri-
ously.* Happy little children who can
dig into the pebbles, and build their
houses — innocent, unconscious pro-
phets—on the sand and on the rock, as
fancy guides. Thrice happy boys who
can wade and swim, who can tumble
into the sea and out of it with a glorious
impunity, and nothing to fear but the
reproof of mamma, who is not more
afraid of their freaks than proud of
them ! But all the rest of us, what
are we to do ?
Nobody will deny that the question
is a hard one. Yonder is the sea, cur-
ling in upon the beach under the
sunshine, turning over in a long wreath
of whitest foam — a glorious, blessed
creature, laughing a low laugh among
the rocks — good-humoured scorn of us,
our admiration, our timidity, our dar-
ing. Dancing shells of boats afloat upon
the rising tide— grey heads of rocks
and boulders gradually disappearing
under the water. In our first ecstasy,
we are quite content to do nothing but
look out upon the scene, and con-
gratulate each other. Everything
cries holiday to our delighted ears.
The waves croon upon the beach,
growing wilder, sadder as the evening
falls, and our restless human eyes
wander out upon the undulating line,
and beset the grey horizon yonder,
piercing further, further, if we might
but see. We have a soul above the
parade, the promenading visitors, the
reading-room and the curiosity shops.
We are occupied with the lights and
shadows, the headland in the twilight
yonder, the retreating coast still red-
dened with the last look of the sun.
What are we to do ? We throw back
the words with scorn— To do ! With
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such a scene before us, it is an insult
to ask the question.
But Mr Kingsley makes no account
of the rapture of arrival. He sets us
down at once as extremely common-
place people, really not much worth
his trouble. He says, "You foreknow
your doom by sad experience. A
great deal of dressing — a lounge in the
club-room — a stare out of the window
with the telescope— an attempt to take
a bad sketch — a walk up one parade
and down another — interminable read-
ing of the silliest of novels, over
which you fall asleep on a bench in
the sun, and probably have your um-
brella stolen." Now we distinctly
object to have our instructor write us
down an ass after this summary
fashion. It is bad policy; our vanity
is aroused. We carry an umbrella !
We sleep upon a bench in the sun !
We beg Mr Kingsley's pardon. In-
stead of the silliest of novels, it is an
old volume of Fraser's Magazine,
where there is Hypatia, or Yeast, or
Mr'Broderip's notes, to make us wise,
which we are lugging under our arm.
And to tell the very truth, if these
little heroes on the beach, with their
wooden spades and straw baskets,
their brown holland overalls, their
straw hats— and those pretty poky
sun-bonnets, with the pretty face
hidden in the depths of them, looking
out of their cool recess of grateful
shade — beguile our eyes and thoughts
awhile from the philosophic page, we
humbly conceive that the amusement
is quite as elevated as if we were
picking up stranded starfishes, or
seizing upon common bits of sea-weed
with the undiscriminating enthusiasm
of a beginner. If we, as a matter of
individual taste, prefer a game of
romps with our bairns upon the shore,
or even march in true Cockney felicity
at the head of a procession of donkeys
baby-ridden, what right has Mr
Kingsley to conclude that we are less
worthily occupied than he ? We hold
it a fundamental point of our creed,
that no man has any right to think
less worthily of another than of him-
self. Ye who affirm so stoutly con-
cerning the multitude— the hapless
multitude which does not write books,
and is not " gifted," — who conclude
with so much ease that all of us, voice-
less people, do our religion as a mat-
ter of form, and spend our time of
rest and pleasure, " wandering up
and down, still wrapt up each in their
little world of vanity and self-interest,
unconscious of what and where they
really are, as they gaze lazily around
on earth and sea and sky, and have
No speculation in those eyes,
Which they do glare withal !"
— who gave you a warrant to set down
your fellow- creatures so summarily ?
To be disdainful of one's neighbour is
the poorest sign in the world of one's
own superiority. We remember us
affectionately of Chaucer's touch of
delicate art in his description of the
early summer. It is the time, he says,
" when folk are longen to gon on pil-
grimages." The old poet knew better
than the new philosopher what a
genuine natural thrill it was, and how
it was by no means confined to clever
folk, or people who could tell all about
it in a book. Does Mr Kingsley sup-
pose that such a man as he describes
afterwards as the proper and fully
qualified naturalist, could ever drone
out his sea-side holiday, or his holiday
anywhere, as does the humdrum and
stupid individual whom Mr Kingsley
has the presumption to identify with
us, his reader ? — or, is his beginning
address and exhortation only a new
way of expressing his gratitude that
he is not as other men are ? However
it may be, we are not at all disposed
to assent to this summary settlement
of our own character. There may be
but one Rector of Eversley in the
world, and only a few Mr Gosses,
but we are not all blockheads either,
all the hapless rest of us. We have
sundry speculations in our brains, if
our eyes are not so eloquent as those
of the Rev. Charles Kingsley. The
sea that booms upon the coast brings
voices in it even to our ears, though
they are not the voices of the Actiniae.
Perhaps we have troubles in our lot
that our philosopher wots not of:
perhaps, when we turn to the sunset
yonder, which he counts us gazing at
in mere fatuity, we are bracing our
faint hearts with thought of certain
glorious creatures yonder, who were
once ours, and will be ours again,
when our Lord withdraws the feeble
planet of our life into the other
heavens ; perhaps we are comforting
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ourselves with unwitting similitudes,
seeing our cares in those bold waves
which God has bound and limited that
they shall not overwhelm us. Yes,
we are no great things the best of us —
but some certain spectres have met
with us all in our wayfaring, as elo-
quent as the weedy Muse of Natural
History — and we really do not find
ourselves primarily awakened by shells
and zoophytes to our first faint obser-
vation of the wonderful works of God.
Again we repeat, we have no quarrel
with science, nor even with scientific
amusements, and those popular ex-
positions which bring it down to "the
meanest capacity." Our quarrel is
purely with the assumption that there
is something, wholesomer, more elevat-
ing, improving, and noble in this branch
of knowledge than in other branches
— in this amusement or accomplish-
ment, than in others of the same.
We were actually at the sea- side the
other day, as it chanced, in bodily
presence, and not merely in imagina-
tion. The breeze, though it was of
the chillest — the rush of the foaming
water, and the full triumphant sun-
shine, which never seems to enjoy its
own glory so thoroughly anywhere as
on the sea, charmed us out of our-
self for the time. Public opinion,
seated on the Parade within sight, for-
bade us emulating the happy urchins
— the doubly happy shrimper, who
trudged with heavy step through the
water up to his knees. No, we had
to keep out of it ; we had to content
ourself upon the wet and glistening
margin, watching how, as the sun went
down, the wreathed crest of the in-
coming waves was lighted up behind
with a magical touch not to be de-
scribed in words ; for the sun by this
time was lower than we, and the white
illuminated foam came between us
and that last ray which gleamed be-
hind the water, so that we might have
called it a very sea-nymph's lamp, had
it not been unspeakably more glorious.
But by-and-by we came upon sundry
low rocks, with tiny pools about them,
as clear as light itself, and sundry
curious creatures dwelling in the same
— zoophytes of the meanest order, we
suppose — for they were far from being
gorgeous or beautiful — with those long
ends of green ribbon clinging to the
stones about, and merry little crabs
busy in the water. We are no natu-
ralist, but our curiosity is not less
than another's, so we straightway for-
got the sunshine — forgot the illumi-
nated wreath of foam — the silvery
ringing of the waters — the wonderful
shading of the sky. Were we the
better for it ? Did we rise in the scale
of intellectual enjoyment, because we
were poking into the pool, instead of
maintaining our common altitude, and
looking at what lay before us ? Were
we a more elevated being, or doing
more service to ourself or our fellows?
We cannot believe it. We came
away, alas ! pricked in pur conscience,
because of a hapless living thing which
we had unwittingly detached from its
rock — and we really did not feel that
curiosity about those unknown atoms
of existence was in any way a nobler
sensation or a more profitable, than
the charmed gaze on sea and sky
from which we had been beguiled.
But this has nothing to do with
science ! True, it has not very much to
do with it ; it only has to do with the
inordinate estimation which amateur
investigators give to their own studies,
and to the assumed superiority of these
pursuits over other pursuits. Mr
Kingsley's respectable head clerk, who
sallies out at midnight to sugar the
trees for moths, has a perfect right to
his fancy ; and we may be charitably
permitted to hope that the honest man
was a "single gentleman," and had
no family at home to be disturbed by
his nocturnal studies ; but how he is
a better man on this account than his
brother clerk, who has no drawers of
insects, but who contents himself with
overlooking Johnny's copybook, and
hearing Matilda play her last tune,
and reading the newspaper in his
lawful leisure by the fireside, that is
all the brighter and all the better
ordered for his presence — we cannot
at all make out. Neither, though Mr
Gosse's Aquarium — the case of glass
full of sea -water, sea -plants, and
living creatures, by which he makes
us acquainted with modes and cus-
toms at the bottom of the sea — is the
prettiest toy in the world, and one of
the most interesting, does it particu-
larly strike us, why a young lady who
has managed to become the happy
possessor of one of those mimic oceans,
has an immediate call to look down
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upon all the other young ladies who
only have embroidery - frames. Let
us see how Mr Kingsley treats this
feminine view of the question : —
" Your daughters perhaps have been
seized with the prevailing 'Pteridomania,'
and are collecting and buying ferns, with
Ward's cases wherein to keep them (for
which you have to pay), and wrangling
over unpronounceable names of species
(which seem to be different in each new
fern-book that they buy), till the Pteri-
domania seems to you somewhat of a
bore ; and yet you cannot deny that they
find an enjoyment in it, and are more
active, cheerful, and self-forgetful over it,
than they would have been over novels
and gossip, crochet and Berlin wool. At
least you will confess that the abomina-
tion of 'Fancy Work,' that standing
cloak for dreamy idleness (not to mention
the injury which it does to poor starving
needlewomen), has all but vanished from
your drawing-room since the Lady ferns
and Venus's hair appeared, and that you
could not help yourself looking now and
then at the said ' Venus's hair,' and agree-
ing that Nature's real beauties were some-
what superior to the ghastly woollen
caricatures which they had superseded."
Now, a case of ferns is pretty enough
in its way, but a pretty figure stoop-
ing over an embroidery- frame is about
as much prettier, in our old-fashioned
opinion, as it is possible to conceive ;
and it seems to us that there is a far
higher and nobler human sentiment in
the labours of the young mother who
clothes her infant in the " clean linen,
pure and white," put together, every
dainty morsel of it, by her own tender
fingers, and wept, and smiled, and
prayed over through her sweet days of
hope, than in the rarest collection of
ferns which she could possibly have
accumulated, while all those pretty
things were being made for her by
hired and careless hands. We have
no objection to the Lady ferns and the
Venus's hair, but we have a tenderer
liking for the girl's pretty love-tokens,
the woman's work, the primitive oc-
cupation of feminine wit and feminine
fingers. The little frocks and pina-
fores, that are mamma's making, are
agreeable to our prejudiced eyes, we
confess ; and we humbly opine mamma
would not have made them, had she
been utterly scornful of u fancy-work"
in the days of her young ladyhood.
We are extremely sceptical, more-
over, of the superior moral influence
of the ferns. Wrangling over unpro-
nounceable names is not a priori evi-
dence of self-forgetfulness; neither is it
at all good moral discipline to consider
our study or our amusement so much
loftier and better than other people's,
that we are able to look down from
our platform upon the frivolities
around us. Cakes and ale may be
extremely refreshing to our neigh-
bour— though we are virtuous, and
prefer u strawberry ice and a wafer ;"
and if their researches into natural
history make our young people as
arrogant as Mr Kingsley would have
them, we had almost rather see natu-
ral history return into the gloom of
the unknown, than spoil a parcel of
fresh minds with undue self-estima-
tion, or rob our sons and our daugh-
ters of a morsel of the sweet natural
humility of youth.
We will leave Glaucus immediately
— only a moment's patience more, and
we are done with him. We can get
all the science Mr Kingsley is pleased
to give us in other books, especially
in Mr Gosse's Aquarium, from which,
besides smaller contributions, Glaucus
is pleased to quote as many as eight
or ten pages at a stretch; but we
could find few more perfect specimens
of the assumption and self-importance
which is so unpleasant an adjunct of
the pretensions of science, and which,
we fear, threatens to become an un-
failing attribute of the " superior "
people — the " enlightened class," who
do us the favour to direct our opinions
in these days. This is not only wrong
and bad, but extremely foolish and
short-sighted, and leads our talented
friends into sad mistakes sometimes.
This poor world requires a vast deal
of ballast to keep it steady. We are
not all intellect — naked spirits soaring
into the impalpable skies ; and there
are other kinds of power recognised
among us than even the power of
genius, or the inferior gifts of clever-
ness and talent. Mr Kingsley says :
" A Cromarty stone-mason is now,
perhaps, the most important man in
the city of Edinburgh, by dint of
a work on fossil fishes." We are
amazed, and rub our eyes, and read
again. The most important man !
We have read the books and the
articles of Mr Hugh Miller with great
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admiration. He has a fluent and
graceful style — a good command of
language — a genuine acquaintance
with external nature. We, who skip-
ped the geology in them, had, never-
theless, great pleasure in his books;
and when a scientific work interests
an unscientific reader, the fact is a
considerable testimonial to its powers.
But an important man ! A literary
man, to our thinking, is only a man in
his own circle, like any other private
individual. Outside his circle, he is a
Voice and no person — an influence it
may be, and in his way a power, but
not a man. Literature is not standing-
ground enough for such pretensions.
He who is tobeaman in his age must be
something more than a writer; and the
writer who is not content to be a Voice
ought to make at once another and
clearly separated platform, if his am-
bition is to present himself before the
world. When we mount upon our pile
of books, and call upon the world to
hear us, because talk is our vocation,
and we are its true guides, the world will
certainly laugh and turn to the pro-
saic hustings opposite, where, perhaps,
the speakers have not our genius, yet,
somehow or other, are more tangible
personages than we. No, sir; you
are a very clever writer — we acknow-
ledge your influence — we read your
books — we accept your ideal charac-
ters into our acquaintance, and quote
their speeches as we quote the speeches
of our friends. We have the highest ad-
miration of your genius, your powers,
and your accomplishments, but we do
not acknowledge you as an indivi-
dual,— and if you are wise, you will
never build your importance as a man
upon your claims as a writer : it is a
bitter and sad blunder in the experi-
ence of many a shipwrecked life. The
poor writer who has once been a lion,
and who imagines people are seeking
him when they are only seeking " the
author of" some popular volume, is
but a gentle type of the mortifications
which must await the man who hopes
for an important place in the crowded
stage of life because he has written
books. No ; every one of us is man
enough in his own home and sanc-
tuary. Let us be sufficiently gener-
ous to rejoice that our work is no
drudgery, but the work of all others
most enjoyable, and, if we choose
it, most noble — that our day's work
brings us those day's wages which are
not ignoble pieces of money, but com-
fort, and peace, and happiness to our
own home, help and succour to the
homes of others ; and the man among
us who is not content, besides all this,
with touching hearts, and lightening
cares, and winning bits of light and
beauty out of the dusty world to cheer
the wayfarer, but fumes to have his
class regarded as important men, is no
true brother of our craft and guild !
Alas and alas, there is no science
in us / Whither did we stray from —
but, indeed, to step from Glaucus to
the Aquarium * is no toilsome journey.
If we want bits of Mr Gosse, we have
only to turn the page, so largely in-
debted is Mr Kingsley to his brother
naturalist ; but we prefer taking up
the pretty, modest, simple-hearted
volume, which, if it has none of Mr
Kingsley's gorgeous descriptions, has
nothing either of the pretension or
importance of this reverend philo-
sopher. Mr Gosse does not make
much attempt at fine writing ; he does
not at all condescend to his audience —
indeed, he is happily unconscious of
us, doing his own natural business,
thinking of what he is about, and not
of the train of wondering disciples at
his side. He is not a great writer ;
but, though now and then we find
him employing his Actinia and Ulva
to point a spiritual reflection, or sym-
bolise a Christian sentiment, after a
fashion which we are rather doubtful
of, he is beyond question a good and
pious man. He is no amateur either;
— one feels that it is his business,
which he goes about so unpretend-
ingly ; and his book is, without doubt,
not only what people call " a very in-
structive," but also a very handsome
and indisputably agreeable volume.
Notwithstanding, it is one which we
warn all prudent papas who, in this
year of war and income-tax, have no
great margin of superfluous sovereigns
to meet the whims of the young people,
carefully to keep out of their houses ;
for if it once gets a lodgment in draw-
ing-room or school -room, we may
safely trust to every boy and girl of
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spirit that there will be very little
peace in that devoted household till it
has made an attempt at an Aquarium.
Yes, there it is, an oblong glass box
of greenish water— a mimic world.
The forest trees are thin, but they are
growing ; the bits of rock throw sha-
dows great enough to be gigantic to
the busy multitudes who shelter under
them. Little creatures are gleaming
about hither and thither, in that state
of perfect passive happiness, of which,
lucky fellow, your little fish on a hot
summer day, and in his native ele-
ment, is the true exemplar. Curious
unknown "things" — bundles of the
most delicate little thongs of soft
brown leather tipped with pink — and
blunter petals of diverse colours, which
you might suppose, if your imagina-
tion was unfurnished with any better
simile, to be specimens of the flowers
which cooks cut from turnips, exe-
cuted by an artiste of first-rate abili-
ties— are dwelling upon bits of stone
everywhere ; and here are pretty little
red flowers growing out of complicated
tubes of stone or shell — very pretty
tiny blossoms, rare ornaments for those
serpentine cylinders out of which they
grow. Hush N here comes a merry
fellow, a half- transparent shrimp,
prancing like a little marine centaur
on his front paws. He touches the red
blossom accidentally as he passes,
when, lo ! it sinks into its tube, swift
as a breath ; and those long coils of
soft brown, swaying about upon the
water, and finding one of his aforesaid
legs in their way, do presently, as it
seems, bestow a noiseless pinch upon
the unwary passenger, whereat Sir
Shrimp draws in his limb, rubs it dole-
fully across his mustache, and medi-
tates reprisals. But here comes a
more formidable antagonist, a heavy
dragoon among these flying horse — a
creature of the lobster kind, carrying
his house upon his back, and stum-
bling along with great noise and clat-
ter, ringing his shell against the
stones. On he comes, the blind or
careless monster, striding his long
legs over the very crest of this brown
Briareus with the hundred arms. One
can see that he is pinched too in some
noiseless imperceptible fashion, and
winces for a moment ; but his coat is
stouter than the transparent mail of
his little cousin ; and as the big fellow
sprawls and stumbles on undismayed,
the arms of the Anemone close and
shrink, and recede before him, till there
is nothing but a brown soft leathery
tuft upon the rock. Wait a moment —
the mailed giant has plunged over to
the abyss of sand below, and he has
scarcely descended, when the hundred
arms are waving forth again, coiling
and uncoiling, gathering in invisible
prey to an invisible mouth, as undis-
turbed and serene as if there were no
monsters in the world. A hundred
other little contests, where small harm
is done, are going on within these four
walls of glass. It is a wonderful little
world, but it is not exactly an Eden ;
they have their misunderstandings and
" difficulties " these small active peo-
ple. Enterprise, activity, unfailing
spirit, are among them. They never
know when they are beaten, like our
obstinate old troops in the Peninsula,
but persevere in their dogged way
till they have overcome, or else wisely
bend before the storm, and vanquish
it by yielding. As you gaze, you can-
not help investing with human qua-
lities and passions these far-off crea-
tures, a long way down the scale of
existence, yet not a whit less wonder-
fully made than we — nay more perfect
in their limited range, more fully
equipped and provided for all the
chances of their life, and far more
completely acquainted with the little
world in which they have their being.
Strange it is when one considers it —
how doubtful our reasonings are, and
after what a confused and blundering
fashion, and ages of experiment, we
reach to our conclusions — conclusions
to which instinct comes unerringly,
without a moment's pause or thought.
What poor mistakes we would be, with
all our pride and mightiness, in God's
wonderful creation, if we did not re-
cognise that grand and marvellous
incompleteness which takes us out of
the grasp of our present sphere and cir-
cumstance, to be perfected by nothing
less than God and heaven.
Such as we have tried to describe —
only containing a hundred marvels
more than can be noted at a glance,
or studied in a year — is the Aquarium,
the most wonderful little microcosm
ever presented to the bigger world —
and which her Majesty's lieges may
not only examine in the Regent Park
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Gardens, at their leisure, but form
for themselves in their own parlours,
halls, or conservatories, for very small
cost — sea-water being procurable not
only from the briny depths of ocean,
but from a certain chemist in Holborn,
to whom Neptune, through Mr'Gosse,
has communicated the secret of pre-
paring it. Speak of your jardiniere,
your clusters of forced exotics, which
are scarcely at all out of place in the
perfumed and luxurious air of draw-
ing-room or boudoir — these living
flowers are living at the bottom of
the sea, although you, most worshipful
naturalist, at present examining the
same, are standing in patent leather
boots upon a Turkey carpet, instead
of having wet sand and delusive fuel
under your feet, and a spring-tide
flowing in upon your uncertain stand-
ing-ground. Among those plants, and
buds, and blossoms far inland, where
the horizon is broken only by rural
trees and church steeples, or by
roofs of houses, spires, and chimneys,
the outline of the town — where there
is no breath of ocean in the breeze,
and not a single gleam within sight,
far or near, of the dazzling wavy sur-
face, the broad mirror of the heavens
— it is, notwithstanding, a true sea in-
to which the curious gazer looks — a
morsel of genuine life — of nature that
cannot be sophisticated — a corner of
that wonderful world, where the old
Tritons play and mermaids sing —
where Fancy once had undisturbed
possession — where hoary Neptune
knew no prying intruder in those cool
green halls of his, where the sea-
nymphs lighted him with silvery
lamps, and the Nereids played about
his pearly car. These are the very
blossoms of his flower-garden, far un-
der the shining wave — the very gems
of his marble columns — the rubies and
the sapphires of his crown ; and Nep-
tune himself is probably not so well
acquainted with them by this time as
is Mr Gosse, who has not been wearing
them about his wrists and ankles these
few thousand years, and consequently
has not yet come to regard them with
that familiarity which breeds con-
tempt.
The principle of the Aquarium, how-
ever, discloses to us other truths of
nature, and other discoveries of science,
than merely the habits and history of
those strange and beautiful creatures,
and this world under the water. We
have always had a great dislike to
the custom, so common among our
poorer neighbours, of blocking up their
own small window, in their full room,
with dusty geraniums and sickly
fuchsias, things which in our igno-
rance we denounced, as shutting out
no small amount of air and light from
the apartment, which had need of
all it could get from the breeze and
the sky. In our ignorance we said it ;
and there in brightest confutation
stands the mimic sea. God's benefi-
cent self-compensating laws have so
ordered it, says the voice of Science,
that as His living creatures exhaust
the atmosphere He has made for them,
the trees of His planting, the flowers
of His painting, the humblest mem-
bers of the vegetable kingdom are
daily, hourly, noiselessly, renewing
it, breathing from every leaf, and
twig, and blossom, fresh life into the
fainting air. Your shabby poplars in
your suburban garden, your tiny
laburnums, your quick-growing aspen,
your elder and hawthorn, in your little
squares, they are all silent, unobtrud-
ing benefactors, doing their almsdeeds
with never a thought of gratitude;
and all those odours of the flowers,
which poets sometimes show to us as
incense rising up to heaven, are of
the nature of that truest incense which
disperses itself in blessing and tender-
ness to earth and man. It is one of
those wonderful and exquisite balanc-
ings in which the economy of God
abounds. The vine and the fig-tree,
under which the peaceful man reposes,
the humbler elm and ash that shelter
ourselves, are busied in their invisible
vocation, replenishing the atmosphere
which we exhaust, — while, perhaps, a
vague admiration of their foliage, and
the light and shadow playing among
their leaves, is all the thought of them
that comes into our minds as we lie
under the grateful shade, and are re-
vived unwittingly by the breathing
of the leaves. It is this principle of
life which makes such a beautiful toy
as an Aquarium a possibility. Their
sea and their air would be exhausted
in a day or two, if these beautiful
creatures of the waters were placed
alone in their placid ocean ; but
when you introduce there, first of all,
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the plants familiar to these waters —
the delicate and wonderful leaflets,
finer than the finest web that ever
silkworm spun, the graceful branch-
ing stems and mimic forests, in which
every eye must see beauty, but few
could see use, you secure perpetual
freshness, perpetual life, and health,
and animation to your miniature sea.
The animate creature and the plant,
which it seems a cruel injustice to
call inanimate, so beautiful are its
delicate leaves as it sways upon the
water, are mutually communicating
strength and existence to each other, —
and life goes on in this calm ocean
here, as it does in the great tempestuous
ocean a hundred or a thousand miles
away, and in the wilder sea of civil-
ised and human habitation, by a
subtle and scarcely recognised inter-
communication of the great principles
of existence. Science has never taught
us anything stranger or more beautiful
than this universal power of nature,
nor anything which more emphatically
proclaims to us the exquisite harmony
of God's ways and works ; and a great
discovery of natural laws had never
a more beautiful or fitting develop-
ment than this has in its translated
sea.
To return to Mr Gosse. He takes to
himself no merit as the inventor of
the Aquarium ; indeed, he does not
seem to have been the first person
to whom the idea occurred, nor even
the first to put it in practice ; never-
theless it is, and will be, Gosse's
Aquarium, and there can be no doubt
that this gentleman has brought the
suggestion to perfection, by whomso-
ever it was first given. His book de-
tails, first of all, his own experience
in collecting and preserving the in-
mates of his salt-water museum — the
se&-weed, as we call it — the wonderful
zoophytes, Crustacea, and molluscs of
the collection. The weeds most suit-
able he describes as those wonderful,
wrinkled, puckered leaves of delicate
green tissue, with which we are all ac-
quainted, which fisher-folk call sea-let-
tuce, and which Mr Gosse calls ulva; and
some others rarer, and still more beau-
tiful, of brilliant tints and fairy tex-
ture. But we will let our author de-
scribe them himself,— the scene being
a rocky beach, far under high-water
mark, where the tide has ebbed to its
lowest point, " laying bare large tracts
of surface that are ordinarily covered
by the sea," and where Mr Gosse has
pursued the tide, and, armed with
sundry jars and hammers, pursues his
avocation close upon its margin, on
the ledges of black rock that project
into the sea. He says —
" An unpractised foot would find the
walking precarious and dangerous, for the
rocks are rough and sharp, and the dense
matting of black bladder - weed with
which they are covered, conceals many
abrupt and deep clefts beneath its slimy
drapery. These fissures, however, are
valuable to us. We lift up the hanging
mass of olive weed (Fucus} from the edge,
and find the sides of the clefts often
fringed with the most delicate and lovely
forms of sea-weed ; such, for example, as
the winged Delesseria (Z). alata) which
grows in thin much -cut leaves of the
richest crimson hue, and the feathery
Ptilota (P. plumosa) of a duller red.
Beneath the shadow of the coarser weeds
delights also to grow the Ckondrus, in the
form of little leafy bushes, each leaf
widening to a flattened tip. When
viewed growing in its native element,
this plant is particularly beautiful ;
for its numerous leaves glow with reful-
gent reflections of azure, resembling the
colour of tempered steel. . . . Turn-
ing from the hidden clefts, we explore the
deep pools that lie between the ledges.
High wading-boots are necessary for
this purpose, as we have to work in the
water. The great oar- weeds and tangles
(Laminaria) are growing here, large olive
weeds that wave to and fro with the un-
dulations of the sea. . . . Among
these grow clusters of an elegantly frilled
species, of delicate thintexture,and yellow
brown hue, bearing no slight resemblance
to the tresses of some fair lady ; this also
is a Laminaria. ... In these pools
grow also those bunches of broad dark
red leaves which are probably the most
conspicuous of all the marine plants in the
collection. My readers will recognise
them when I say that they are generally
about as large as one's hand, smooth and
glossy, of a dark crimson hue, but apt to
run off into a pale greenish tint towards
the tips. This x plant is the Dulse, or
Dillis (Rhodym'mia palmata), which is
eaten by the poor of our northern
shores as a luxury. This is a showy
plant, very beautiful when its tufts of
large deep red fronds are seen in the sea,
where the perpetual wash of the waves
keeps their surface clean and glossy, but
not very suitable for an aquarium."
Higher up upon the shore " a weed is
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found growing in dense patches on the
perpendicular and overshadowed edges
of the rock, which, when examined, looks
like a multitude of tiny oval bladders of
red wine, set end to end in chains. This
pretty sea -weed is called Chylocladia
articulata. Here also grows the stony
coralline, a plant of a dull purple hue,
bearing some resemblance to that just
named in the peculiar jointed form of its
growth."
So our readers will perceive that
there is abundant colour in the flower-
gardens of Father Neptune, while, for
texture and delicacy, no production of
our duller soil can rival those fairy
leaflets, so exquisite in their forms and
hues ; and this is the vegetation of
the Aquarium, the oxygen- giving and
life-preserving leafage which keeps the
airs and currents sweet in the little
sea.
Now for the creatures. Mr Gosse's
affections are large and expansive. He
does not refuse to the merry crab, the
industrious little winkle, the silver-
finned and darting fishie, a place in
his heart; but Mr Gosse has his
weakness, and confesses it. The Ac-
tinia are the darling children of our
kind philosopher. Not the little
prancing prawn, the cavalier of the
sea, nor the ferocious little goby, its
Turk and cruel Saracen, can at all
rival the love he bears to those serene
existences rooted on the rock, which
are flowers and yet creatures — wonder-
ful links between the animate and in-
animate— things that eat and breathe,
that move and fight, and yet are
scarcely to be called organised exist-
ences. Formed and coloured like the
loveliest blossoms, the sea anemone
has yet the powers of self-preserva-
tion and of self-sustenance, as neither
trees nor blossoms have. When
dangers approach, it shrinks and hides
itself till the peril is over, and night
and day it caters for its healthy and
vigorous appetite ; and, fixed upon its
morsel of rook, is as truly predatory
as any Border rider that ever harried
Northumberland. The zoophyte is
the standing marvel of the Aquarium ;
every movement of its waving fingers
looks miraculous, and we gaze with
wonder, which can find no words, upon
its rapid retreat from danger, its noise-
less effusion of malice, its self-defence,
its instantaneous recovery when the
attack is over. The pride of Mr
Gosse's heart are these wonderful
living flowers. Their beauty, their ha-
bits, their instinctive characteristic
action, though it is strange to use such
words concerning these watery blos-
soms of existence, it is his particular
pleasure to dwell upon, and we do not
wonder at his partiality for things
so wonderful imagination never made.
We cannot pause to tell how Mr
Gosse collects the animals for this
little world of his, though we had in-
tended doing so ; nor how he has his
own board of health and incorruptible
sanitary officers in the small universe
of sea-water ; but it is no Eden, this
primitive phase of existence — ag-
gressors and resistants, tyrants and
victims, are among the inhabitants ;
frightful little cannibals, furious duel-
lists, improper people ; yet, in spite of
crushed individuals and oppressed
races, law and order keep always the
upper hand in the little world as in the
big — and the grand economy goes on,
employing and improving everything.
When we say again it is a beautiful
toy, we mean no depreciation of the
higher pretensions of the Aquarium —
all of us may learn our lesson from it,
and few, we think, could learn the
principle clearly demonstrated by its
construction, without interest or with-
out gratitude.
But to confine our admiration to the
Aquarium is to do injustice to the
manifold efforts of popular science for
our amusement and occupation. Talk
of a sea, as if we needed tliat, even in
miniature, to amaze us with undis-
covered wonders ! — why, a drop of
water is space and verge enough for
mysteries of nature as marvellous as
behemoth or leviathan ; and there is
not a pool by the wayside in which we
might not find, among the floating
water-lilies, nations more numerous
than all the clamorous tongues and
peoples which spread our human fol-
lies through the world. In a little
book, pretty and unpretending, which
calls itself simply Drops of Water* and
is written by a lady, leisurely people
may learn a mode of amusing them-
selves not much inferior to that of the
Drops of Water. By AGNES CATLOW. London : J. Reeve.
1855.]
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Aquarium, and involving less cost and
trouble. Here you want nothing but
a microscope and a drop from a pool ;
the little greenish globule of stagnant
water demands no case of glass to en-
close, no careful search to populate its
tiny universe. We bend our unin-
structed eye to the lens with a smile,
wondering, in the presumption of our
ignorance, what there may be here to
call for our notice, when, lo ! a score
of merry creatures are revealed before
us, little dancing atoms of bright
colour, things which have eyes and
stomachs, and may doubtless be short-
sighted or bilious as well as we.
Without these magic circles of glass,
we could never have discovered the
tiny monads ; and when these hapless
creatures, in some gigantic devasta-
tion, are swallowed up, a nation at a
time, by a gloomy Tartarus, immense
and desperate, we have no reason to
suppose that they will ever guess at
the name of the abyss, or know it is
a human throat which annihilates
their race. It is curious to note, in
the illustrations of this book, some
score of small extraordinary shapes in
every little globe, each endowed with
a learned euphonious name rather
longer than its own tiny person. And
these invisible morsels of life have
their habits too — their ways of work-
ing, of devouring, of multiplying— their
raids and wars, their idiosyncrasies,
their characteristic peculiarities. The
infinite Creator of all has not made
two of them entirely alike— they are
as diverse as we are in our powers and
capabilities, and they are very much
more diverse than we in shapes and
forms of beauty. To this curious
world one can penetrate with very
little exertion. A goblet of stagnant
water will give forth a universe to
every possessor of a microscope; a
leaf from his garden will disclose a
kingdom ; and, indeed, there seems
scarcely any limit to the wonders
which we may discover in every inch
of this material globe, if we will but
take the pains to look at it aright.
And here is Botany building its pal-
aces, laying out its acres, whispering
in weird consultation with the occult
sciences, and making climates for it-
self. We have the tenderest affection
for flowers of every class and name,
and the superb results of scientific
gardening can have no more admiring
spectator than we, who, however, can
boast more personal acquaintance with
the speedwells and the primroses,
the wild-brier and hawthorn in the
hedges, than with anything of loftier
birth or longer name. But of all the
popular sciences, we are tantalised
and provoked more perpetually by
this science of botany than by all its
brethren put together. Sir Joseph
Paxton may build a Crystal Palace,
but he cannot invent such names as
rose or violet; and what mortal man,
we crave to know, could take an
Escholtzia Californica into his heart ?
Do you know the Oxalis acetosella,
most courteous reader? What do
you think it is? The wood sorrel,
the fairy blossom, the flower of the
poets ! After this, we humbly opine
any enormity is possible. We have
a standing quarrel with a dear friend
of our own, who, to our intense irrita-
tion, insists upon informing us, when
we look up to the graceful shade of
the acacia over our heads, that the
correct and proper name is Robinta,
and that we are entirely mistaken in
our nomenclature. KRobinia! doubt-
less called after some respectable Mr
Robins, who supposed himself the
finder of it. Of course, our only plan
is to retire in dudgeon from the de-
graded tree, and breathe a secret ana-
thema against the offending science.
No. A Victoria Regia may be a beau-
tiful stranger, but never can be the
flower of our hearts like a water-
lily ; and our botanists have a won-
derful deal to learn in the science of
names — a sadly neglected cognate
branch of their especial lore. Some-
thing might be done, perhaps, if Par-
liament, at its leisure, would consider
the wisdom of making it penal for any
botanist to learn the Latin tongue ;
but our governors have so many pri-
vate squabbles to get through, in the
first place, that we fear public ques-
tions of importance like this must
bide their time.
While we are thus reminded of the
Crystal Palace and its crowds of
beautiful floral inhabitants, we can-
not help glancing aside to intimate
our dread that Professor Owen's " re-
storations," however true they may
be, are rather a damp upon the fer-
vour of geological visions. When we
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read one of Mr Hugh Miller's retro-
spective glances — one of those pano-
ramic views of his — of the old, old
world, before human creatures were,
and of the grand animals who were
monarchs there, among the tropical
plants, and under the glorious sun-
shine of the first primeval earth, we
are fascinated with the gleam of the
strange bright picture. The fervent
style and glowing language of the
dreamer touch our imagination into
a kindred enthusiasm. All dazzling
with sunbright seas, with banks of
reedy, palmy verdure, with gorgeous
unknown flowers, is this magnificent
original world ; and its inhabitants
are only vast vague ideas of power,
and size, and wonderful instinct to
our unscientific soul. But, heaven
help us, what are these ? — these
frightful scaly monsters — these giant
reptiles — these gaping jaws, and eyes
in which no speculation dwells ? Are
these the heroes of your earliest ro-
mances? Are these the primitive
possessors of the virgin universe ? It
may be so ; and they may be brave
monsters — wonderful developments of
Titanic bone and sinew ; but it is
rather hard upon an author to take
the poetry out of him after this re-
morseless fashion. When we read
Mr Hugh Miller's vision now, some
wicked imp presents another vision
to us, of the grave and sober individual
whom we see from the railway as we
approach Sydenham, ponderously em-
bracing the trunk of a hapless little
"genteel" modern home-born birch-
tree, which the vast brute could eat
up at a mouthful. Tropical flowers
and verdure, and the glorious bright-
ness of the new sea, seem to have
very little in common with the heroes
presented to us in the grounds of the
Crystal Palace. Pure mud, and no-
thing brighter, speaks those scaly
leathery hippopotami. We suppose
Professor Owen is infallible, and that
the creatures are, as creatures were, in
that first rescue from chaos and the
unknown. But now that we have
seen, we humbly submit that it were
safest to make no more romances
about them. Let science have her
will of her own gigantic offspring;
but poetry, we are afraid, cannot look
a second time into these fishy eyes.
Inexorable fact and Professor Owen
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have made an end of all our pretty
pictures ; and we beg of every young
geologist, who has a lover's enthusiasm
for his science, to close his eyes very
hard as he comes towards the fairy
palace, and never, for any induce-
ment,, to be tempted to stray far into
the grounds.
It was fashionable, when we began
to be popularly scientific, to say that
Science was inconsistent with Poetry ;
and it has been fashionable, in later
times, to congratulate Poetry upon
the widened field opened up to her by
the researches of Science. Neither
proposition seems to us worth very
much. Poetry, of all things in the
world, must be least influenced by
steam-engines and electric telegraphs.
The external world is but scenery for
your true poet, though it is true of
him, notwithstanding, that one of his
highest faculties is the power he has
of throwing heart and personality into
the vast abstract of Nature, and mak-
ing the great mother weep with us,
and smile with us, in all the change-
ful moods of our humanity. But po-
etry is human. In the vast bright
blank of an uninhabited world, she
has nothing to do; one glance at its
flowers and its sunshine — one sigh
over its solitude — is all the sympathe-
tic angel can waste upon the scene.
Not even heaven itself is patent ground
to this delicate spirit. Everlasting
summers, and bowers of blessedness,
are pretty things to play with in
rhyme ; but the true and only sphere
of poetry is human life, with its woes,
its changes, and its triumphs. Let us
not be afraid of progress ; neither let
us entertain any expectation that our
next Shakespeare will be much supe-
rior to him of Stratford and the Globe
Theatre, who was sadly ignorant of
electricity. The rhymster who makes
verses is neither worse off nor better
off than he used to be ; and the poet
who makes men can neither be ele-
vated on scientific stilts, nor straiten-
ed by universal discoveries. The heart
and the soul, love, grief, and peril,
are primitive and permanent, and
from the gates of Eden to the eve of
judgment, we are one race, and one
wide bond of sympathy unites us,
with which the world without has
small concern. Our argument is not
touched by Mr Gosse's quotations
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from the weird story of Kehama ; for,
good man as he was, and gentle spirit,
Southey had not much pretension to
the highest class among poets ; and
his " coral bowers, and grots of ma-
drepores ;" his " arborets of jointed
stone, and plants of fibres fine as silk-
worm's hair," prove more completely
than any words of ours could do, what
mere adjuncts and bits of drapery these
are, and how little poetry is likely
to be influenced by the flying progress
of the external world, or the new
lights of scientific development. Her
science is at once the oldest and the
least superannuated of all the sciences
of earth ; and it is wonderful to note
how little real difference there is in
the man, the grand centre of all im-
provements and discoveries, from the
time he first set about acquainting
himself with the niggard earth, which
differed so sorely from the fruitful
slopes of Eden, until now, when that
soil of thorns and thistles is his na-
tural and lawful subject, and he has
exhausted his ingenuity in laying bare
its secrets. We look back upon the
philosophers of all the intervening
ages, arid have many a smile to spend
upon their erring guesses at the truths
of nature ; but we smile our smile of
superior information no longer when
they come to discuss the heart of man ;
that was patent to them as to us ; and
we and they had alike as much to ex-
perience, as much to learn, as many
depths to fathom, and difficulties to
fight through. We are not all capable
of appreciating an accurate and bril-
liant description of the " grots of ma-
drepores ;" but we all have some na-
tural insight into the more universal
science of the poet, and know, by an
intuitive perception, when he reveals
to us a real heart.
The science of poetry, however, is
not exactly one of the popular sciences.
We give no rank to the diviner faculty
in comparison with that which we
bestow upon its plodding brethren.
Your man who discovers zoophytes is
a man of science ; your poor trifler,
who only meddles with the passions,
the affections, and such other human
rubbish, is greatly honoured if his
craft is admitted to the name of art.
All the dignity of research goes to the
" Natural Philosopher ;" he makes
sacrifices for his truths ; whereas the
poet does it all for pleasure, and we
are privileged to despise him accord-
ingly.
However, we have strayed a long
way from our proper subject, in con-
sidering the dangers and immuni-
ties of this lighter individual ; and as
there are other branches of popular
science abounding in light literature,
besides the wonders of the microscope
or of the sea, we betake ourselves once
more to those ranges of pretty books,
which look as if they were made for
drawing-room tables and the pretty
hands of young ladies. Here are a
whole series, with a pleasant, chirrup-
ing, merry name upon them. What has
Acheta* to tell the young people who
will rejoice over those pretty volumes
of hers— prizes, or presents, or gifts of
love ? Acheta has a great deal to tell ;
and the science of this kindly com-
panion is of a very human sort of
science, more delightful to boys and
girls, and at the same time more
natural to them, than the teachings of
her graver brethren. Open air and
sunshine, birds, flowers, and insects,
— those sweet bits of nature which
rural people unconsciously gain some
certain knowledge of almost whether
they will or no — a knowledge which
gives them a constant superiority over
townsfolk, though it might possibly
happen that the unfamiliar citizen
surpassed the peasant in admiration
for the beauty which was known to
him only by books, — these are the sub-
jects of Acheta. That pleasant lore
which names every tree in leafy by-
ways, distinguishes every flutter and
twitter among the branches, tells you
what these specks are winging across
the sky — mere moving motes in the
sunshine — and what the dancing
crowds of inquisitive midges that
throng about the passenger — could
scarcely be called science if that were
all, for one only needs to be country-
born, to breathe in such "delightful
learning with one's earliest breath.
But our graceful author goes a great
deal farther. We can all manage to
appreciate to some extent the pretty
* Episodes of Insect Life,
ACHETA.
March Winds and April Shoicers — May Flowers. By
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things about us; the most worldly
soul in the world does not grudge to
admire the flower by the way, or the
butterfly fluttering across the blos-
soms. But Nature, which is always
wonderful, has other developments
than butterflies and flowers, and cer-
tainly our gratitude ought to be more
full towards those observers who find
out beauty for us, where we had only
seen decay and blight, than to those
who but discover the superficial flush
which every man discovers for him-
self. We confess that when we find
upon the scanty dusty rose-bush in
our town-garden the marks of "in-
sect appropriation," — when we find
" a group of leaflets spun together," or
u a single leaf rolled lengthwise, edge
to edge," we have no admiration
whatever, at the first glance, for the
wonderful ingenuity of the little opera-
tors. Instead of consoling ourselves
for our lost hopes — our forlorn expec-
tation of triumph — our one poor rose
grown " in our own garden, " by
study of the little monsters who have
eaten the life out of our tiny tree, we
are a great deal more disposed to tear
off the devastated leaves with wrath
and disgust, and pronounce the clever
aphides the pests and ringleaders of
sedition in the little commonwealth.
Well, they are not agreeable at the
first look — but there is a soul of good-
ness in things evil ; your rose would
have been smoky and short-lived — a
languishing, pale exotic among all
those overshadowing walls and chim-
neys. These merry little wretches are
everywhere at home. Look at them ;
they are God's making as much as
you are ; they are neither disgusting
nor uncomely. Far better shields
and houses than your ingenuity can
devise are given them of their Maker ;
and when Acheta places one of her
appropriated leaves in your hand, and
shows you the little nest of life — the
small creatures all busy about their
common business, unconscious of you,
your hopes and your disappointments,
and as honestly pursuing the chief
end of their existence as you yourself
do — it may chance to steal upon your
mind that this very self in its day has
unwittingly blighted somebody's roses,
and you will no longer regard with
mere wrath and indignation those,
feeders on the leaves. Here is a
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"miner," who has ensconced himself
within the slender branching tissue of
one of your leaflets— actually within
it — with a green silk coverlet on
either side of him, and the sunshine, no
doubt, coming in deliciously through
those cool shades, where, happy fel-
low, he lies and munches, the most
exquisite of epicures, a tenth of an
inch in circumference round and round !
Or perhaps he is a tent-maker, and
rolls the leaf into a secure well-
enclosed dwelling-place, puckering
the edges closely together, and join-
ing them as he knows how ; and
there he dwells, and grows, and
dines, till either death or that beauti-
ful mockery of resurrection, which
changes the worm into the painted
moth or butterfly, delivers the little
inmate from his temporary house.
The leaf certainly is none the better
for him — neither is the tree ; yet one
learns to be less intolerant of these
small poachers on one's own demesne,
when one sees how the universal pro-
vidence takes care for them, and how
wonderfully fitted for all the small
requirements of their lives these little
creatures are.
But, alas ! amid all its beauties, there
is not a morsel of Eden left in the
wide range of nature. They all prey
upon their brethren, these denizens
of air and water, these tiny inhabitants
of this terrestrial world. The micro-
scopic creatures have some invisible
race of victims, too small for the powers
of the microscope, and they are food
for larger monsters in their turn, till
our turn comes, the biggest monster
of all — man, who, if he does not cater
more carefully for his beloved appetite,
does it after a much more cumbrous
fashion. It is not, however, the
highest view of created things to
trace them all to their natural con-
clusion, in one great abstract stomach
of humanity ; but it is very well, and
seemly, to see how all our naturalists
of these days unite in giving God
thanks for the plenitude and magnifi-
cence of all His works, — how it is
His overflowing superabundance — the
wonderful wealth which He dispenses
in every corner of His vast dominions
— that is the burden of almost every
voice. While this spirit continues,
there can be no pursuit more suitable
to human minds than that of natural
1855.]
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history ; and to see the pains which
God has taken with the minutest
morsels of life, is enough, if we con-
sider it, to make us a great deal more
wary of our own performances, and
careful of putting nothing bad or un-
lovely out of our hands. Like those
honest old craftsmen of the elder times,
who elaborated even unseen corners,
and giddy, unbeholdable pinnacles,
we had need to do everything well
and honestly — this whole money- mak-
ing, hasty race of ours — if we would
imitate in the faintest fashion the
works of God.
Notwithstanding all this, Natural
History very often is something of a
bore. One cannot take up a cheap
publication — a magazine or journal
for "the people," but there is a coarse
woodcut of some uncouth brute or
other, and a biography of the same ;
and our learned brethren are but too
apt to suppose that we, who are
not very much enamoured of beasts
either in real life or in fossils, are very
poor ignoramuses indeed, and scarce-
ly worth being cultivated. We object
to this — we decidedly object, when
we buy a picture paper at the rail-
way station, to have a walrus or a
crocodile inevitably thrust upon us.
Science is good, but science has its
drawbacks. That dreadful society for
the diffusion of useful knowledge,
which once filled every cheap publica-
tion with elaborate descriptions of
every manufacturing process, has
happily intermitted its well-intention-
ed labours ; and of the two, perhaps,
we will conclude to prefer the in-
genuity of insects to the ingenuity of
cotton-factories. But life has things
more beautiful than either, and quite
as important. We do not want to
know how everything is made, and we
do not care for a very intimate ac-
quaintance with the great ant-eater
or the hippopotamus, important as
their pretensions are.
Then there are books of false science,
a multitude innumerable, which come
in for a very fair share of public pa-
tronage. There is one remarkable
volume we wot of, called the Marvels
of Science. This distinguished work
has gone through eight or nine edi-
tions, and, doubtless, is selling still
to that large and deluded class of
individuals who are perpetually on
the look - out for " proper books"
to " put into the hands of youth."
Put the Aquarium into the hands of
youth, good friends ; put the March
Winds and April Showers or the
Episodes of Acheta, if you want
science; but, for pity's sake, do not
deluge the hapless young folk with
the Marvels. Holloway's pills are a
joke to the pretensions of this author,
for it is his boast to dispose of all
the various branches of philosophy,
all the discoveries of modern times, in
one small volume of some three or four
hundred pages. This great work, how-
ever, is unfortunately out of our sphere.
If we ever should have occasion to
turn our affrighted attention towards
the heavy literature of modern times,
we will then be able to find time for
a glance at Mr Fullora's book.
We do not doubt or deny the good
services which Dr Hassall* has ren-
dered to the public ; but we tremble
either to eat or to drink after his book
has come into our hands. We look
askance at the innocent grocer, the
virtuous and respectable milkman.
The wretches — have they not been
poisoning us secretly in their back
parlours — mixing one knows not what
abominations in our milk and in our
tea ? Yet the tea and the milk, where
can we get substitutes for them — we,
who can neither freight Chinamen nor
keep a dairy ?
We are doing shameful injustice to
Professor Johnston, to bring him in
in a concluding paragraph; yet we
cannot be content to pass altogether
a book which is the most pleasant
reading in the world, though it is
still as serious as its theme demands.
The Chemistry of Common Life is a
very different production from the
other volumes which have come under
our notice ; more interesting, in so
much that our own life and its ordi-
nary accessories is the subject matter
— yet more serious, because it is not
connected with any scheme of amuse-
ment, and is very well worthy to be
received as an authoritative exposi-
tion, no less than as a most agreeable
disclosure of the subject it expounds.
But let nobody fear Professor John-
* Food) and its Adulterations.
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ston ; he has not hunted up all the
London shopkeepers to discover their
iniquities. What he does is to tell
us a great many curious things
which he knows and we do not
know ; facts of strange, universal in-
terest, bearing on those wonderful
universal habits of the creature, Man,
which mark him as the same creature
wherever he flourishes, and make a
vast distinction between him and all
his neighbours who inhabit the same
world. Not to speak of the most
popular papers in the collection —
those which everybody quotes, and
which have already insensibly become
part of the general intelligence and in-
formation of the age, though we do not
recollect hearing anything about them
before— the papers, we mean, upon
the Beverages we infuse, and the
Narcotics we indulge in — how very
curious a chapter is that upon odours,
or, as the author wisely distinguishes
them, Odours and Smells — the plea-
sant and the unpleasant. How con-
stantly we are moved by this strange,
invisible influence. How the comfort
of a house or a community gets ship-
wrecked by some unknown pest, and
how the most exquisite soul of pleasure
in a balmy summer night is the breath
of flowers in the air, we all know, or
at least acknowledge in a moment;
but we never knew the magician's
caskets — the repertoire of potent spells
— which the chemist holds in his hands.
We had to learn that it was possible
to make every imaginable variety of
balms or of horrors — nay, of the
latter something unimaginable, a pes-
tiferous and deadly breath, which no
man could endure. A wonderful
power — and it might be a most fright-
ful one, if Providence had not wisely
ordered that the finders- out of these
strange scents should be the kindest
helpers of their race — is the power of
chemical knowledge. The vulgar
poisoners of tragedy, with their cup
and phial, are entirely put out of court
in the presence of the new magician ;
and we presume Mr Johnston and
his apparatus could put to flight an
army of Cossacks without blow or
bloodshed, and march triumphant
with a sniff of alkarsin or kakodyle
over all the fortifications in the world.
But sober science is always chary
of developing itself, save for the goo'd
of man, — and we may well be thank-
ful that there are no Firmilians, capable,
as it would seem, of penetrating into
the mysteries of the laboratory, or pa-
tient enough to work out its secrets
for our undoing. We have no space
to look at Professor Johnston's book
as it ought to be looked at; but it
is one of the best conjunctions of plea-
sant and valuable reading of which
our modern literature has to boast.
Men of science must, of course, re-
main always a limited class, as men
of great knowledge, pains and thought,
must be in all pursuits ; and we have
a great dread of the smattering — the
top-dressing of imperfect information
which is the plague of our time ; but
for that extent of knowledge which,
makes an audience interested in the
greater discoveries, which opens our
eyes, if not even to a perception, at
least to a consciousness, of some of
the wonders about us, and which im-
presses us with the wonderful divine
harmony and perfectness of all cre-
ation, we can scarcely have too much :
only let us not be overwhelmed by
the assumptions of one branch or an-
other of our modern philosophers.
Knowledge, even if it were power,
is very far from being superiority ;
and he who knows most is seldom
the one of our acquaintance most
cherished in our hearts. Though you
have eaten of the charmed weed with
Glaucus, yet glory not over us, philo-
sopher ; though our thoughts are not
your thoughts, we have our cogita-
tions— and many a simple soul mar-
velled with love and thankfulness
over the works of God, before there
ever was a work on popular science.
We are learning every one of us ;
and certain grand lessons lie before
us all to learn, before we reach the
ending of our way. We are the most
imperfect creatures in the universe :
there is not an aphis nor a sea ane-
mone that has not more reason to glory
in the perfections of its structure and
its tools than we have ; therefore let
us learn our lessons humbly, and never
take the trouble to conclude upon our
neighbour's. If he should have some-
thing tugging at his heart while we
are dislodging sea- weed from the rock
and despising him, it is within human
possibility that he is learning a better
lore than we.
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THE WAR, THE CABINET, AND THE CONFERENCES.
THE war still languishes, and
Russia hftlds us at bay. The colossal
tyrant of the North — the Power
whose encroachments upon European
liberty render it the Evil Genius of
the nineteenth century — still makes
head against us ; and, through its
hundred spies and envoys, mocks at
us in every Court of Europe. With
the two strongest fighting Powers
of the world leagued against her, the
Colossus keeps them at arm's-length,
— combats them on nearly equal
terms in a distant corner and ex-
tremity of her empire, and finds her-
self unassailable at every other point
of her far- stretching frontiers. Po-
land is secure, — Finland is secure, —
Georgia is unthreatened, — Cronstadt
and the Baltic fortresses frown de-
fiance upon the mighty fleets which
watch them, — in irresponsible brutal-
ity she massacres a truce-party at
Hango, and dictatorially assumes to
virtually abrogate the privileges of
the white flag on her Baltic coasts.
With savage energy and civilised
skill she pushes on the war. " Rien
rfest change ! " was the prophetic re-
mark of the French Emperor when he
heard of the death of Nicholas. The
new Czar has accepted his father's po-
licy as a sacred legacy. " To the last
man and the last musket," is still the
imperial motto. Like a god the Czar
disposes of the lives and fortunes of
his seventy millions of fanatical sub-
jects, and is now hurling them as from
a sling against the front of Europe.
It is a crusade of the East against
the West, of the North against the
South. The essays of France at
universal empire under Charlemagne,
Louis XIV., and Napoleon, were but
sudden and ephemeral leaps, the re-
sult of the genius of isolated chiefs; —
the i -arch of Russia is like the
growtii of Rome, steadily absorbing
one province after another, and
threatening to reach a position of
power in which she will dominate
over the whole Continent. It is a
glacier from the North, — and we must
either be crushed before it, or dis-
locate the mighty mass. It behoves
us to take care lest the former alter-
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native overtake us before we can
accomplish the latter. Already Russia
is so powerful that Austria crouches
before her, — half from fear and half
from love, Prussia cleaves to her, —
and the German Courts, menaced on
the one side by the salient bastion of
Poland, and still more on the other
by the smouldering fires of demo-
cracy, lean, as the lesser evil, to the
Czar, the great champion of "order"
and absolutism.
A crisis has come in the history of
Europe, and what are we doing to meet
it? In this the seventeenth month
of the war, and two years and a half
since the crisis declared itself, what
is the attitude of England ? It is still
the old story: the Militia neglected,
and at only one-third of its numbers,
— even the army not at the comple-
ment ordered by Parliament, — hardly
a gunboat in the Baltic, — no land-
transport corps to enable the army
to take the field in the Crimea, in-
stead of knocking its head against
the mud walls of Sebastopol, and no
reserves ready to fill up its inevitable
losses. Not a battalion of the foreign
legion or of the Turkish contingent is
yet in the field ; while our Ottoman
allies are in danger of being over-
whelmed by a greatly superior Rus-
sian force at Kars and Erzeroum. It
is strange that matters should be so.
Never was a war so popular. The
last war, although nobly, and to
the discomfiture of Napoleon's cal-
culations, supported by the nation,
was primarily the work of the aristo-
cracy; the present one is peculiarly
the work of the people. The whole
heart of the nation is in it. Wiser
than their chiefs, they felt at once, as
if by an inspiration, the real charac-
ter of the contest. The future of
Europe was at stake, and they would
not be held back. Spurning at de-
gradation, and casting to the winds
the meshes of an antiquated policy
and the devices of a double-dealing
Cabinet, they forced their way into the
lists, and took up the gauntlet which
the Russian giant had flung in the
face of Europe. And yet, what has
been done ? Marching with a nation
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at their backs, what manful and de-
cided course have our Ministers adopt-
ed? The facts of the case admit of but
one reply. By timidity and vacillation
they have scared away friends and
disheartened sympathisers ; and by a
never-ceasing cringing and whimper-
ing after peace, they have inspired
our enemies with confidence and other
nations with contempt. At Munich,
Hamburg, Dresden, Berlin, and Vi-
enna— where the name of England
was once a spell of power— even at
Brussels, the pitiful cam'taP'of a State
which we created and a Kirig 'whom
we pension — men now sneer at the
proud Islanders, ridicule our efforts,
and magnify our disasters. Any one
acquainted with- Germany knows that
the public feeling there, which was at
first decidedly in our favour, has now
veered round and set in as strongly
in favour of our adversary. A la-
mentable truth, — but how could it be
otherwise ? With the eyes of Europe
upon us, we have stood like a timid
bather, one foot only in the water !
After themselves opening the sluices
of war, the British Government have
stood shivering and shrinking on
the edge of the flood, as higher and
higher rose the red tide, until it now
threatens to submerge us if we stand
another moment hesitating. In truth,
it is "now or never." Bold efforts
are needed, or the cause is lost ; and
Kussian influence, "already half-en-
throned in Germany, will spread su-
preme to the shores of the Atlantic.
This warning is needed in these slum-
brous times. We trust it will not
become a prophecy, but, if neglected,
it will be found a true one.
With these interests at stake and
those prospects before us, it will seem
a madness incredible to future histo-'
rians that the Ministers of Great Bri-
tain should have so long slumbered at
their post, and, instead of availing
themselves of the warlike temper ot
the nation, have sought only to daunt
and repress it. While the despotic
Czar was proclaiming to his subjects
his ambitious aims in the contest,
vaunting the success of the ancestral
policy of his line, pledging himself to
recede not a hair's-breadth in his de-
mands, and invoking alike Heaven
and his people to aid him in the war,
— the free Government of England ig-
nored the nation, refused all volunteer
offers, and instead of being the guid-
ing-star of the country, have kept us
groping helplessly in a cloud of dark-
ness produced by official lies and an
imbecile diplomacy. Rather than
face the inevitable war without, they
sought to extinguish the war-spirit
at home. Instead of rallying to
themselves, as a Chatham or a Can-
ning would, have done, the manly
spirit of the British nation,— instead
of making it a confidant of their
views, ajid engaging it heart and soul
in the contest, our Ministers have
done everything to shut out the people
from the question, and, with fatal self-
sufficiency, have attempted to master
thecrisis themselves. They have failed,
— failed utterly and ignominiously ;
and now the country is grieved be-
cause unsuccessful, and angry because
deceived. Like its predecessor, the
career of the Palmerston Cabinet has
hitherto been one of continued disap-
pointment to the nation. In February
we remember to have seen, in our
English Charivari, Palmerston and Ni-
cholas represented as a couple of prize-
fighters, each sitting, stripped to the
buff and with tucked-up shirt-sleeves,
on his second's knee, ready to engage.
British pluck shone in the good Eng-
lish face of "Pam" as he eyed with
glee his formidable antagonist, — and
below were the words, "Now FOR
IT ! " That print expressed to the
letter the hopes and wishes of the
British nation. They then trusted in,
and were ready to have followed Pal-
merston to almost any extent, and to
have thrown themselves hopefully
heart and soul into the contest. Now,
if it be incorrect to say, with Mr Dis-
raeli, that the spirit of the nation has
been "daunted" by the mism anagement
and defection of its leaders, the truth
is too nearly so ; while, moreover, our
indefatigable adversary has employed
the interval in exertions to which our
Government has made no adequate
reply. For the last three months,
from the frontiers of Poland to the
lines at Perekop, the roads have
been covered by marching corps,
and cut up by the ceaseless transit
of waggons with stores of food
and warlike materiel; and while we
write, the arrival of the advanced-
guard of these picked corps is
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announced by Prince Gortschakoff
from Sebastopol. It is clear that the
results of a year's fighting have now
been lost — that another campaign has
been thrown away, and with it an
amount of- prestige which was in itself
a tower -of strength, and which it will
take us years of a bold policy and
successful fighting to regain. It is
even announced now that the siege of
Sebastopol may last for a year or years,
with all the attendant expense and
horrors of winter-campaigns.* Unless
the full strength of the country be
instantly put forth, the Present will
be lost to us, and the war will be
continued only for the sake of the
Future. Let the gallant spirit of the
nation, then, have way. "Strip and go
at it," while there is yet time ; or, for
every month of sunny opportunity
now lost, we shall have a year to
spend in the chilling shade of reverse.
Remember the three- and- twenty years
of the last war, during by far the
greater part of which we had to wage
a losing fight, and struggle on not
for success, but for self-existence. Do
not let us, by initiatory sluggishness,
entail upon the empire a similar con-
test now — or prepare for our own lips,
a short time hence, when daunted by
the far-reaching spread of Russian
power, the mournful words of the
dying Pitt, uttered after a long silent
contemplation of the map spread out
on his bed — " Take it away : the map
of Europe may be rolled up for the
next fifty years ! "
If the war languishes, the country is
not to blame. Again, as ever, the
Ministerial carriage stops the way.
And the nation, wroth at its leaders,
gives way to utterances akin to the
fierce cry heard from our soldiers in
the trenches before Sebastopol, after
the blundered assault of the 18th
June, — •" If our leaders would but let
us alone, we would take the place our-
selves 1" In last Number f we traced
the career of Ministerial treachery and
mismanagement down to the Parlia-
mentary debates in the last week of
May. The six weeks that followed
deserve a chapter for themselves.
More revelations, and more shame !
As if the Russianism and double-deal-
ing of the late Cabinet were not
enough, — as if the avowed apostasy
of the Peelites had not brought suffi-
cient stain upon the character of our
public men, we now find that a new
Peace-plot has been attempted, and
still more palpable and unblushing
deceit practised, in which Lord John
Russell has played the chief part, and
his colleagues have aided and abetted
to the best of their ability. Let us
briefly recall the facts of this astound-
ing and disheartening discovery.
About the middle of May, as may
be recollected, startling rumours be-
came rife in the political circles of
London that Lord John Russell had
returned from the Vienna Conferen-
ces, a convert to the Russo- Austrian
views of the Peace party, — that a
number of his colleagues, especially
the Chancellor of the Exchequer,
Sir Charles Wood, Sir George Grey,
and the Duke of Argyll, shared in
his opinions, — and that the whole
Cabinet had it in contemplation to
accept some new and dishonourable
propositions concocted by Austria.
The Peelites, elated at the prospective
* The Premier's organ, the Morning Post, jiow says (21st July) : — "The siege
may, and probably will, run on until this time next year, or even the year after that.
The sooner we make up our minds to this the better. It is quite time that we gave
up expecting tidings of anything particularly dashing as against Sebastopol.- That
everything our troops are called to do will give proof of their Worth as British
soldiers, is not to be doubted ; and should they but have the chance of engaging the
enemy in the field, the ancient glory of England will be adequately sustained by
them; but the probabilities seem to be against their having that opportunity at pre-
sent, so it is better not to look for it. If this be true, it follows that the British
army will pass another winter upon the heights above Sebastopol ; will have to do
over again the work of last year — passing whole nights in the trenches and on picket,
when the thermometer is twenty degrees of frost, and the wind from the cruel north
is biting almost to death. Hideous experience has taught us what the disasters of an
army may be under such circumstances ; and, therefore, no one ought to feel surprise
if a general thrill of horror passes through the country at the thought of our brave
friends passing another winter there."
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whitewashing of themselves by others
proving as black as they, went about
proclaiming that though they had
sacrificed themselves, their cause was
triumphant. Mr Disraeli, however,
who generally comes into inconvenient
possession of such State secrets, at
once with patriotic energy moved a
vote of want of confidence in the
Ministry, in order to stop their treach-
ery in mid- career. The debate came
on on the 24th, and there was a gene-
ral expectation in the House, as well
as out of doors, that Lord John Rus-
sel would make a speech bridging over
the chasm which separated him from
the Peace party. The very opposite
occurred. The Peelites, indeed, em-
boldened by knowing how the Minis-
try had committed themselves, no
longer thought it necessary to conceal
their long-latent Russianism. Pro-
bably, calculating that the Peace
party in the Cabinet would declare
themselves, they expected to reap a
great advantage from being the first
to announce their views. Never were
men more mistaken. No sooner had
Mr Gladstone finished his elaborate
arithmetical statement as to how many
integers and fractions of the Four
Points had been in his view acceded
to, and his protest against humbling
Russia or continuing the war, than
up rose Lord John Russell, and set
about refuting the opinions of his ex-
colleagues, denouncing the ambition
of Russia, and vehemently counsel-
ling an energetic prosecution of the
war ! The Premier abetted the
scheme of deception, by praising Lord
John's conduct at the Conferences,
and stoutly asseverating that no
Cabinet could be more united in its
views as to the prosecution of the con-
test. The deceit succeeded. Mr Roe-
buck, as he has since told us, and
many other members of the House,
who had come to vote against the
Ministry, in consequence of the cur-
rent reports, put faith (as well they
might) in Lord John Russell's state-
ments and professions, and by vote
and speech helped to keep the shame-
less Cabinet in power.
But falsehood is short-lived. Na-
turally irritated at the ex- envoy turn-
ing round and vituperating the very
proposals which he had expressly
approved at Vienna, Count Buol
forthwith published a circular, in
which he disclosed the actual concur-
rence of Lord John Russell in the
Austrian proposals. In the face of
Europe, the British Minister, and in-
directly the British Cabinet, now
stood branded with the charge of
falsehood. In these circumstances,
Sir John Walsh (June 20) rose ia
his place to ask if Count Buol's
statement was correct; whereupon
Lord John Russell replied shortly,
that " everything contained in thfr
despatch was accurate and cor-
rect." The announcement made con-
siderable sensation ; and a few days
afterwards (July 3), Mr Milner Gib-
son rose to ask the Premier "what was
the present policy of the Government
with respect to the war ? " and, referring
to Count Buol's statement that Lord
John Russell had approved of the last
solution of the Third Point prepared
by Austria, and had agreed to recom-
mend it to his Government, wished to
know uhow it was that the noble
lord was a member of the Peace
party at Vienna, and a member of
the War party in Parliament ? "
Smitten with confusion, and probably
relying that the supposed despatches
would not be brought to light, Lord
John now reversed his former state-
ment, and affirmed that his questioner
had " altogether misrepresented the
facts of the case." Whereupon the
Ministerialists cheered him, and Mr
Gibson was snubbed by the Speaker
in his attempts to point out Lord
John's unblushing self- contradic-
tion. The Manchester slot-hound,
however, was not to be driven from
the scent. A British Minister's word
nowadays no longer passes current as
invariably sterling, and Mr Milner
Gibson intimated that he would re-
peat his question in a more formal
manner. The night came (July 6),
and the thinness of the House showed
alike how callous the Members had
grown to Ministerial duplicity, and
that on this occasion they expected
nothing very extraordinary. The
Premier was almost the only man,
besides Lord John, on the Treasury
bench, when the latter rose to answer
his persecutor. The Head of the
Ministry did not reckon upon what
followed. Lord John, he knew, had
never asked permission from his Sove-
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reign to reveal the arcana of the
Cabinet, and he did not anticipate
that his subordinate would treat State-
oaths as cavalierly as he treated truth.
The speech that followed exploded
like a bomb-shell. As usual, a con-
siderable proportion of misstatement
was mingled with the confession, to
make it less unpalatable — and, in par-
ticular, Sir George Grey had to con-
tradict his colleague's averment that
Austria had engaged to make the
rejection of its proposals by Russia a
casus belli; but enough was evident,
from Lord John's own statement, to
show that he, in concert with the
Cabinet, had hitherto, and especially
during the discussions from the 24th
May to the 8th June, been practising
the grossest deceit upon Parliament
and the country.
The indignation of the country,
great as it had been at the disclosure
of the Peelite apostasy, was still more
unanimous and overpowering at this
fresh exhibition of disgrace. On the
part of the Opposition, Sir E. Bulwer
Lytton gave notice of a motion con-
demnatory of Lord John Russell and
the Cabinet, on the ground of their
proceedings in regard to the Vienna
Conferences. This was on Tuesday
the 10th July. The Premier, declaring
he would "stand or fall" with his
colleague, on the 1 1th set about buy-
ing up the votes of the Irish Brigade,
by promising the active support of the
Government to the re-insertion of a
pernicious clause in the Irish Tenants
Bill, which had been previously
struck out by a large majority. By
altering the order of business for
Friday, also, he succeeded in com-
pelling the postponement of Sir E. B.
Lytton's motion until Monday the
16th, in the hope that a success at
Sebastopol or some lucky accident
might come to his aid. In truth, he
was unwilling to part with the old
leader of the Whigs, if he could pos-
sibly help it, because he was afraid
lest, if thus further weakened, his Cabi-
net would not be able to stand. Never
before did his acquiescent optimism
shine forth more marvellously. But
the crisis was too grave to be thus
tided over. On Thursday the subor-
dinate Members of the Administration
rebelled, and, represented by Lord
John's prote'ge Mr Bouverie (who
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afterwards set the House in a roar by
stating that he thought he was acting
as Lord John's " true friend " by thus
becoming the fugleman of the muti-
neers !) — intimated to the Premier
that, unless the ex-Envoy withdrew
from the Cabinet, it was hopeless to
attempt to face the adverse motion,
and that they would not do it. This
was a severe cut. It was retorting
upon Lord John Russell the very
game by which he had ousted Lord
Aberdeen and the Duke of Newcastle
six months before ! The arch-plotter
was "hoist with his own petard!"
And so, with the dread motion pend-
ing, he was compelled to take what
there can be no doubt will prove to
be his last farewell of office.
But the fall of Lord John Russell
was accompanied by circumstances
still more worthy of notice, because
more deeply affecting the credit of
constitutional government. Sir E. B.
Lytton's motion had perilled the ex-
istence of the entire Cabinet ; and
under pressure of the emergency, cer-
tain documents connected with the
Conferences were produced, which
hitherto had been studiously con-
cealed. There can be no doubt that
this correspondence was submitted to
the House by the Premier from no
higher motive than to set off the
firmness of Lord Clarendon against
the weakness of Lord John Russell,
and to appropriate to the Cabinet the
credit of the former at the expense of
the latter. Certainly nothing could
have done more damage to Lord John
Russell's character as a statesman, and
as an honest man, than the despatches
thus remorselessly produced by his
friend ( ! ) and colleague.
The whole correspondence con-
nected with the Conferences, we feel
persuaded, has not yet been given to
the public. No despatches are given
up to the date of the 3d April, al-
though the Conferences commenced
more than two weeks before ; and it
may also be conjectured, from some
expressions in one of Lord John
Russell's " explanations," that he had
other correspondence with the Cabi-
net than is represented by Lord
Clarendon's despatches. We shall
revert to this subject in the sequel.
Meanwhile let us say that we enter-
tain a deeply- felt conjecture — founded,
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among other things, upon the views
contemporaneously promulgated in
the Premier's organ, the Morning Post;
upon the early defection of the peace-
ful Peelites from the Cabinet ; upon
the sudden interruption of the Con-
ferences when the Third Point was
reached ; and upon the fact that the
first instructions of the Government
to our Envoy have hitherto been un-
accountably withheld from publicity,
— we conjecture, we say, that these
instructions contained a demand for
the dismantling of Sebastopol, — that
"standing menace" to Turkey upon
which Lord John Russell so eloquently
descanted a year ago. We likewise
remember to have seen it stated at
the time, in a Continental journal,
that on the Western Envoys making
this demand, Prince Gortschakofftook
up his hat, and was about abruptly to
withdraw. If, as we conjecture, this
first proposal of the Allies was re-
jected, we can better understand their
strange proceeding in thereafter re-
questing the Russian diplomatists to
"• take the initiative," and make a
proposal themselves, — as well as the
fact of fresh deliberations taking place
in London (March 29), and fresh in-
structions being sent out to our pleni-
potentiary. In these remarks we do
ample justice to the Premier, and if
we are forced to question the accu-
racy of the above conjecture, it is
owing to the pusillanimous and highly
Aberdonian observation of Lord John
Russell at the Conference on March
20th, that " in the eyes of England
and her Allies the best and only
admissible conditions of peace would
be those which, being the most in har-
mony with the honour of Russia,
should at the same time be sufficient
for the security of Europe."
But to come to certainties. The
first two Points were settled with-
out much difficulty,— the British and
French envoys taking almost no
part in the discussion, and the sole
contest being one as to whether Russia
or Austria was to have most influence
in the Danubian provinces. That
these two Points were ultimately can-
celled by the rupture of the negotia-
tions, ought to be a subject of con-
gratulation rather than of regret ; for
they would have inevitably produced .
greater entanglement, and been more
detrimental to Turkey than the trea-
ties in existence prior to the war.
Then came the consideration of the
Third Point, and with it the tug of
war. We cannot but regard it as a
piece of gross obtuseness, that the
Western envoys should have re-
quested the Russian diplomatists to
" take the initiative " on this Point ;
for, on the plea that they had no
instructions to do so, they thereby
obtained permission to refer the mat-
ter to their Government; and so
eighteen days were lost! And how
was this interval employed by the
astute Ministers of Russia? The
First and Second Points provided for
everything affecting the interests of
Germany and Austria ; and, these
being settled, the Russian Govern-
ment issued a circular to the German
courts, stating that she had frankly
and fully acquiesced in the wants and
desires of Germany, and calling upon
them in return not to go to war in
support of the ambitious projects of
the Western Powers in regard to the
other Points. An appeal which cer-
tainly was not without its effect on
the wavering councils of Germany.
On a deliberate review of these Con-
ferences, it seems obvious, not only
that the representatives of the West-
ern Powers were no match in finesse
and manoeuvre for the trained diplo-
matists of Russia and Austria, but
that the Four Points themselves
were unsuited to meet the difficul-
ties of the case, and indeed that
the whole project of the Conferences
was based on an erroneous and
perilous policy. We have already ex-
pressed our belief that, if the Vienna
settlement of the first two Points had
become part of the international law
of Europe, the position of the Sultan,
and of the Moldo-Wallachian and Ser-
vian populations, would have been
more exposed than ever to the perfidi-
ous action of Russia and Austria. To
the Third Point, if rightly interpreted,
we have little to object. But the
Fourth Point was in many respects
badly conceived. The Allies went to
war to resist an assumed right of pro-
tectorate over the Sultan's subjects by
Russia, yet they proposed to give this
same right to the Five Powers. It
may be said that the common law of
nations, by which one state is forbid-
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den to interfere in the domestic affairs
of another, is in principle a bad one,
and in point of fact has been broken
by every European Power in turns,
when occasion has offered for doing so
with success. Be it so, — but then let
the principle be fairly enforced. Do
not let Russia howl, should the Catho-
lic states of Central and Western
Europe make a crusade against her,
on the ground of the gross oppression
she exercises towards the members of
the Latin Church ; nor let England
complain of injustice if these same
Catholic states should interfere on be-
half of their fellow-religionists in Ire-
land, who certainly are not behind in
considering themselves aggrieved. Ac-
cept the principle of intervention if
you will, but accept also its conse-
quences. In practice, it will be ob-
served, it ever resolves itself into a
question of Might. " Is it my inte-
rest, and have I the power to inter-
fere ? " is the sole thing thought of
by intervening States. Whether it be
Russia interfering in the affairs of
Poland, Hungary, and Turkey, — Aus-
tria in those of Italy and Switzerland,
— France in all its neighbour states, —
and Great Britain in Spain, Portugal,
and Greece, — the question with the
intervener is merely one of self-inte-
rest and of power. States, in fact,
never will be guided by other consider-
ations than these ; and as States, like
individuals, ever think their own cause
right and that of their adversaries
wrong, it is hopeless to appeal to
abstract principles of justice. The
European Powers, then, should act
warily when legitimating the very
principle sought to be established by
their powerful adversary, and which
ever, in practice, resolves itself into
" The good old rule, the simple plan,
That he should take who has the power,
And he should keep who can."
The really grave objection, how-
ever, to the European protectorate
proposed by the Western Powers in
the Fourth Point, was, that it tended
to sow dissension among the Allies
themselves. The Ottomans, who
cherish the feelings of national honour
and strict justice as keenly as any
European nation, would, it is known,
have strenuously opposed the project
contemplated in the Fourth Point.
The consequence would have been,
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that dissension would have sprung up
in the camp of the Allies ; and the
discouraged Turks would have asked
themselves, What better are we than
if we had acceded to Menschikoff's
ultimatum? For, be it observed, if
the Porte has more to fear from a
Russian interference than from that of
the European Powers collectively, still
there was a better plea for the former
than for the latter; and, moreover,
the protectorate of Russia would have
given more satisfaction to the Greek
subjects of the Porte than one exer-
cised by Powers chiefly belonging to
the heterodox Churches of the West.
If the terms of the Four Points were
thus open to grave objection, this, we
believe, was occasioned not by any
want of discernment on the part of
the Western Powers as to what was
really desirable, but from their over-
anxiety to propitiate Austria. The
Four Points were originally framed in
concert with that Power : hence their
weakness. Had the Allies assured
themselves that Austria interpreted
these Four Points precisely as they
did, and that she would take an active
part in the war if these Points so in-
terpreted were rejected by Russia,
then they would have acted as it be-
came statesmen to do. But to' agree
to renew negotiations on these Points,
with no security that Austria and they
were at one in opinion, and with no
actual pledge that she would co-ope-
rate with them in arms in the event
of these terms being rejected by Rus-
sia, was a great mistake. In truth,
we repeat, the consent of the Allies
to the late Conferences was a grave
error. Governments are guided solely
by self-interest. Had it been in the
powrer of the Allies to have presented
to Austria the prospect of an imme-
diate and tangible gain, — could they
have offered to put her in posses-
sion of the Principalities and Bes-
sarabia, or had they put forth such
an amount of military strength as
would have convinced her that theirs
was much the stronger side, and that
she had nothing to fear from Russia
if she sided with them, — then her alli-
ance might have been reckoned upon
with the certainty of an arithmetical
problem. As it was, they brought no
argument to bear upon Austria but
the argument of the tongue. They did
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not make it her interest (we mean the
interest of the dynasty, not of the em-
pire) to incur the expenses of war, and
they left her with more to fear from the
arms and in trigues of her colossal neigh-
bour than from theirs. Such was the re-
lative position of the Allies, Austria,
and Russia a year ago, and such it
has continued ever since, — with this
difference for the worse, that Austria,
having manoeuvred herself into posses-
sion of the Principalities, has now still
less inducement to go to war, except
to defend her ill-gotten gain against
its rightful owner ! Was it a sane
proceeding, then, for the Allies to
plunge once more into the perplexities
of negotiation and expose themselves
to the hazard of fatal divisions, for
the sake of obtaining the mediation
of, and acknowledging as arbiter, a
Power whose interests were not syn-
onymous with their own ? Certainly
not ; and yet, as Lord Clarendon
himself tells us, " It was solely out
of deference to Austria that England
and France agreed to the Four Bases,
and consented to enter upon nego-
tiations for peace." Such a course
never would have been taken, we feel
convinced, had the Aberdeen Ministry
been intent to uphold the honour of the
country and the interests of Europe.
But — as we sufficiently showed last
month — they had no such intention.
Peace with Russia — peace at any price
— was their sole desire. It was this
that induced the war, — it was this that
mismanaged it, — and it was this that
gave rise to the renewal of the Vienna
Conferences. In these Conferences
the Aberdeen Cabinet saw a means
of closing the breach between them
and Russia, under cover of a show of
verbal concessions from the latter
Power. For the interests of Turkey
they cared nothing, — as to the future
of Europe, we are willing to believe,
they misunderstood it. The Russian
alliance was what they cherished, —
peace at any price, as the means of
renewing that alliance, was what they
negotiated and intrigued for. Hence
the Conferences, — hence our humilia-
tion,— and hence, as will be seen in
the future, our danger.
To negotiate with a Power in the
position of Austria was to invite de-
ceit,—to meet its protestations with,
unquestioning belief, was the wildest
folly. So we now know to our cost.
The very origin of these Conferences
displayed the astute duplicity of Aus-
tria, and our own readiness to be
deceived. We unhesitatingly walked
into the trap. What are now known
to be the facts ? For more than four
months before the 2d December, the
British and French ambassadors at
Vienna had been assiduously pressing
Austria to sign a treaty of co-opera-
tion with them, but with no success, —
Austria ever breaking away when
things seemed coming to a point. In
the end of September, when the myth-
ic Tartar's report of the capture of
Sebastopol set all Europe a-ringing,
the Austrian Emperor sent a letter
congratulating Napoleon III. on the
auspicious event, — a circumstance
corroborating our opinion that the
Austrian alliance might have been
secured had the Western Powers
entered early and vigorously on the
war. But when that famous hoax
evaporated, Austria, ashamed at
being so easily caught, and not with-
out apprehensions of the wrath of her
colossal neighbour, relapsed into her
former lukewarmness and temporis-
ing. By-and-by, however, came the
battle of Inkermann, in which the last
reserves Russia could throw into the
Crimea until spring sustained a ter-
rible repulse, and the Allies appeared
to have drawn a girdle of iron around
Sebastopol. This event inclined Rus-
sia to temporise and Austria to treat.
Accordingly, on the 1st of December,
Lord Westmoreland and Baron Bour-
queney were surprised by an intima-
tion from their coy friend Count
Buol, that he was ready to acquiesce
in their wishes, and even to fix one
month as the entire time to be allow-
ed to Russia for arranging the terms
of peace. The representatives of the
Western Powers were delighted, and
so next day the famous treaty of the
2d December was signed. But what
was the cause of this unbending of
Austria? Unknown to the Western
Powers, four days before (28th No-
vember) Prince Gortschakoif had ex-
pressed to Count Buol the willing-
ness of the Emperor to negotiate on
the basis of the Four Points ! Fear-
ful lest the late successes of the Allies
might tempt Austria to join them,
the Czar made a show of desiring
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peace,— knowing that at any time he
could break off the discussions if it
suited his purposes to do so, and mean-
while anxious to tie up the hands of
Austria, and to take from himself the
odium of being the cause of hostilities.
It was not till after the treaty of the
2d December had been signed that
the Western Powers became aware
of this fact. Russia sought to propi-
tiate Austria, and Austria humbugged
us. Independently, however, of this
suspicious antecedent of the treaty,
the Western Powers had little reason
to plume themselves on the piece of
parchment they had thus obtained
from Austria. Austria then began the
game she has continued to play ever
since. The treaty was a net with a
hole in it. It pledged the Allies to as-
sist Austria if she were attacked by
Russia, but it contained no pledge that
Austria would assist them. Very
menacing were the allusions to the
danger of Europe from Russia, and
very business-like was the stipulation
that only one month was to be allow-
ed to the Russian government; to
make peace; the preamble was excel-
lent, but the treaty had no conclu-
sion. • If Russia refused to accept
the Four Points, then Austria was—
to fight? — by no means: only to
*' deliberate" with the Allies as to
what should be done ! The treaty
was an elaborate mystification, but
such was its only import. In brief,
it said, — If Russia refuse to accept
the Four Points in the sense which
Austria may put upon them, in a
month's time, then Austria will have
a talk with the Allies as to what is
to be done, but reserves the right
of afterwards acting as she thinks
best for herself. A very inconclusive
treaty certainly !
As Russia attached no importance
to the project for negotiations, save
as something to fall back upon in the
case of grievous reverses, she was in
no hurry to begin the Conferences,
and Austria was equally willing to
procrastinate. Meanwhile the Aber-
deen Cabinet, probably the only party
who expected any definite result
from these Conferences, and who had
resolved to purchase peace there at
any price, were suddenly and sum-
marily ejected from office, and another
Ministry reigned in their stead. Not
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a new Ministry, certainly, — rather, as
Disraeli said, " the old firm, with new
partners," — but with another Min-
ister at their head, and very plainly
warned by the House of Commons, that
if they did not prosecute the war with
more vigour, and the negotiations
with more regard for their country's
honour, the fate of their predecessors
would soon be their own. Thus im-
pressed, Lord Palmerston, we incline
to believe, was desirous to adopt a more
decided line of policy than the " an-
tiquated imbecility" of Lord Aberdeen.
And the Peelites, devoted to the late
Premier and the Russian alliance,
found a plea for resignation in Palm-
erston's tardy acquiescence in the vote
of the Commons, for an inquiry into
the state of the Crimean army. Lord
John Russell's amazing versatility
and love of prestige probably ren-
dered him as willing to adopt a change
of measures as the Premier ; and his
vigorous and somewhat rodomontad-
ing denouncement of Sebastopol seven
months before, pointed him out as the
very man to go beard the lion in his
den at Vienna, and to straighten the
crooked policy of the Austrian Court
by the whisper of disagreeable alter-
natives. Having thoroughly lost
caste by his insidious and ungenerous
conduct towards his colleagues in the
fallen Administration, Lord John, on
his part, was not unwilling to go for a
time into honoured exile, and to
exchange his humble seat on the back
benches for the pomp and consequence
of a Plenipotentiary. What his in-
structions were, we can only conjec-
ture ; but evidently a hitch very soon
occurred in the proceedings, and new
deliberations were necessary at home.
No sooner did the Conferences come to
a stand-still, on account of the Third
Point, than the French Minister of
Foreign Affairs came post-haste to
London. On the 29th March, a
council was held between him, Count
Walewski, and the British Ministers,
at which certain proposals — we believe
fresh proposals — were concerted ; and
on its termination, M. Drouyn de
Lhuys instantly set out to co-operate
with Lord John Russell (now appoint-
ed Colonial Secretary !) at Vienna. The
instructions agreed upon at this inter-
view were, that the Third Point should
be carried out either by enforcing the
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principle of " neutralisation," — that is
to say, by excluding from the Black
Sea all ships of war ; or by the sj^s-
tera of " limitation," — i. e. Russia and
Turkey to have no more than four
sail-of- the- line and four frigates each
in the Black Sea, and England, France,
and Austria, each to be permitted to
have half that number of ships there.
Almost at the same time that these
conditions were agreed upon at Lon-
don, Count Buol wrote to say that, in
his opinion, "recourse must be had to
the system of counterpoise" — that is
to say, Russia to have as many ships
as she pleased in the Black Sea,
but the other Powers to be allowed
to maintain a proportionate number,
to watch her and keep her in check.
Such a proposal, it is now agreed,
was a mere elusion, not a solution,
of the Third Point. It was so, be-
cause, instead of imposing terms upon
Russia, it imposed them only on
the Allies ; — because the secret treaty
wrung from Turkey by Russia in
1841, being annulled by the fact of
the war, no new treaty was needed to
allow the Sultan to permit the passage
of as many foreign ships as he pleased
into the Black Sea ; — because the exist-
ence of a large Russian fleet in the Black
Sea would have compelled Turkey to
be always looking to her defences,
and to maintain at great expense a
corresponding armament ; — because it
entailed a similar hardship upon the
Allies, who could not afford to keep a
fleet constantly in the Black Sea for
the mere purpose of watching this
menacing fleet of Russia's ; — because
the Western Powers had no ports in
the Black Sea to shelter their ships,
and even the Sultan had no good ones,
the best being all in the possession of
Russia ; — because the fleets of the
other Powers, being each far inferior
to that of Russia, might be pounced
upon separately, as happened to the
Turks at Sinope ; — because the Russian
fleet was always close to the object of
its attack, being within twenty -four
hours' sail of Constantinople, whereas
the arsenals and ordinary cruising
stations of the British and French
fleets were far distant, so that a blow
might be struck at the heart of Turkey
before their squadrons could arrive to
prevent it ; — and, lastly, because there
was no good reason why this menacing
fleet of Russia should be kept up at
all, seeing that she had no commerce
to protect in the Black Sea, and that
the only possible use of that fleet was
for purposes of aggression against
Turkey.
Lord Clarendon immediately recog-
nised the hollo wness of this proposal on
the part of Austria, and in answer
wrote to Lord John Russell (April 3)
that " Count Buol must be aware
that his proposed system of counter-
poise was both inadequate and im-
practicable''' The Foreign Secretary
likewise apprised Lord John that the
British and French governments had
agreed that the projects of neutralisa-
tion and of limitation were the sole
alternatives to be acceded to by their
envoys ; and that " if Austria should
refuse to bind herself to co-operate in
war with France and England in the
event of Russia rejecting that one of
the two proposals which Austria might
concur with France and England in
proposing, then France and England
should propose the plan of neutralisa-
tion [the strictest, and by far the best],
and if it be rejected by Russia, the
negotiation must be broken off" Lord
John Russell understood his instruc-
tions, and at first acted up to them.
In reporting what occurred at a
meeting (April 9) of the British and
French plenipotentiaries at Count
Buol's, he says — " I showed that the
project of counterpoise was ineffectual,
as we could not always have a large
fleet at hand ; humiliating to Turkey,
if she were always to lean on France
an d En gl an d ; an d unsafe for Europe,
which would be kept in a perpetual
ferment of preparation for war." And
he added the very true comment —
" This has been, in my opinion, an
attempt on the part of Austria to in-
duce the Western Powers to relinquish
their proposals on the Third Point.
As such it has entirely failed." We
regret to say the failure was only
temporary. Count Buol's only de-
finite statement at this meeting seems
to have been, that he " would not en-
gage in hostilities for two ships or
more;" and at another meeting, two
days after wards(the 1 1th), he preserved
the same attitude of non-acquiescence
in the proposals of the Western En-
voys. " We both," says Lord John
Russell, " appealed to Austria to
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make the plan of neutralisation, or
that of limitation, a casus belli, and
expressed our belief that if this were
done, Russia would at once give way ;
but Count Buol declined to accede to
this proposal, and maintained his for-
mer reserve." On receipt of those
communications, Lord Clarendon
wrote approving of Lord John's pro-
ceedings, and stating that " the opin-
ions of her Majesty's Government
could not have been more faithfully
represented, or more ably expressed."
But a marked change now occurred
in the views and language of the West-
ern Plenipotentiaries. On the 15th
April — two days before the Confer-
ences with Russia were to be resumed
— another meeting took place between
the British and French envoys and
the Austrian minister ; on which oc-
casion Count Buol (doubtless ap-
prised of the tenor of the Imperial
instructions then on their way from
St Petersburg) showed himself more
than ever averse to imposing restric-
tions upon Russia. "Austria," he
said, " would not make war for ten
ships more or less. He did not con-
sider that a fleet of fifteen sail of the
line was excessive, or could be dan-
gerous to Turkey." A modest pro-
posal, truly, — seeing that Nelson had
not fifteen sail of the line when he
fought the battles of the Nile and
the Baltic. In short, Count Buol,
playing into the hands of Russia,
proposed to resort to the status quo,
and to fix the limitation of her fleet
"at the number of ships she had
before the war." Lord John Russell
justly observed, that " the British
Government had always pointed to
the Russian fleet in Sebastopol (he
no longer said Sofcastopol itself!) as
a standing menace to Turkey, and to
provide by treaty that this very force
might again be constructed and assem-
bled, would be a course they could not
justify to Parliament ior the nation."
And both he and Drouyn de Lhuys
concurred in representing that " the
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state of the Russian naval force be-
fore the war was the very state of
danger against which we were anxious
to guard." The Ottoman minister,
who very unjustly had not been invited
to attend this meeting, strongly pro-
tested against the Austrian proposi-
tion ; and maintained that "it would
be injurious to the Porte to require
that she should devote her revenues
to the fortifications on the Bosphorus,
when internal arrangements so ur-
gently required her attention ; and
(in common with the best military
authorities) he doubted whether any
forts in the Bosphorus could save
Constantinople from attack." * The
British and French envoys, however,
now met the Austrian proposals half-
way. M. Drouyn de Lhuys observed
that he was ready to consent to the
Russian fleet being maintained at the
number of ships which she had now
above water. " I added," says Lord
John Russell, with characteristic self-
sufficiency, " that, although I had no
authority to do so, I would undertake
the same engagement." And on the
day after this interview (the 16th),
his lordship, in the teeth of his reiter-
ated instructions, wrote home — " If
other hope is lost, / wish to propose
to the Conference the following plan :"
this plan being, permission for Russia
to increase her Black Sea fleet inde-
finitely, on condition that the allies of
the Sultan should be allowed to make
a corresponding increase in their fleets
in that sea ! In other words, he
proposed the very plan which Lord
Clarendon had so expressly declared
" inadequate and impracticable, "
which he himself had explained to
Count Buol to be " ineffectual, humi-
liating, and unsafe," and against
which, we believe, we have already
advanced an ample sufficiency of good
arguments. The Government at home
lost not a moment in warning', back its
reckless and conceited envoy from his
proposed course, — Lord Clarendon re-
plying by telegraph on the 18th: "We
* The Moniteur de laFlotte states that, when the Allies appeared before Sebastopol
last autumn, the harbour contained seventeen line-of-battle ships, and that the entire
naval force of Russia in the Black Sea numbered 108 sail of all sizes, carrying 2200
guns. This was the peace establishment which the far-seeing policy of the Czars
kept ever ready to second the efforts of its astute diplomacy, and which Austria,
as the friend of Turkey and the Western Powers, thought there would be no harm
in restoring !
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think the limitation of theRussian fleet
should be absolute, and that it would
be made too conditional by the plan
you wish to propose. We must avoid
as much as possible the system of
counterpoise, the objections to which
you have fully explained to the Aus-
trian Government."
Lord John, however, would have
his own way. On the 17th, when
his letter was still on its way to Eng-
land, he attended the first meeting of
the resumed Conferences; and on that
terminating unsuccessfully — that is to
say, with Russia obstinate, and Aus-
tria refusing to interfere — a meeting
of the Allied representatives took place
at Count Buol's. His lordship com-
mences the despatch in which he gives
a report of this latter interview (No.
9), by remarking that " the waste
of life and money in the war would
be enormous," — and then proceeds to
set forth the Austrian plan of com-
promise ; namely, "a system of coun-
terpoise in the Black Sea, and the
limitation [?] of the Russian force to
the number of ships maintained be-
fore the war." His lordship allows
that this would be " an imperfect
security for Turkey and for Europe,"
but that, in his opinion, it was better
than a continuance of the war. He
added, that " it ought to be accepted
by the Western Powers," and that if
her Majesty's Government, in concert
with that of France, did not think such
a peace could be accepted, " he hoped
to be allowed to be heard personally
before a final decision was made."
Within three days of this date, and
while this shameful despatch was still
on the road to London, Lord Claren-
don, in very different language, told
Count Colloredo (who had communi-
cated to him Count Buol's proposal),
that "England and France were not
prepared to sacrifice to the alliance of
Austria their honour and the future
security] of Europe, and that peace
upon the terms proposed by Count
Buol would be as dishonourable as it
would be hollow and unsafe. There
is much reason to fear," bluntly
added the Foreign Secretary, in words
that deserve to be noted, " that Aus-
tria will propose nothing that Russia
would be unwilling to accept ; while,
on the other hand, it seems probable
that Russia will agree to nothing
that will interfere with the determi-
nation that the Emperor Alexander
has announced of carrying out the
policy of Peter and of Catharine."
In other words, the Foreign Secre-
tary expressed his belief that Aus-
tria would make no opposition to
the hereditary policy of Russia, by
which the conquest of Turkey is aimed
at as an initial step to the subjugation
of Europe ! It is a pity our states-
men should have been so long of
making this all-important discovery.
Lord John Russell — who himself
(April 16), before the Russian ague
had smitten him, was of opinion that
the only result of consenting to the
Austrian proposals would be " a peace
which would give Russia leisure and
means to prepare a new attack on
the Ottoman empire," — now pledged
himself to the Austrian Govern-
ment to support these proposals to
the uttermost. " I said to Count
Buol," says his lordship very self-
complacently, " that I could assure
him, and that he could convey that
assurance to the Emperor of Austria,
that I would lay the case before the
Cabinet of this country, and that I
would use my best endeavours to put
these propositions in such a light that
they might hope for their adoption."
Inspired with such sentiments, and
fettered by such pledges, Lord John
Russell returned to England on the
29th of April, and next day a Cabinet
Council was held, at which he unfolded
his peace views to his expectant col-
leagues. For the next five days, we are
told, the subj.ect was anxiously debated
in the Cabinet, — a circumstance which
implies there was much division of
opinion among the members, — and, if
we may judge from* the tenor of the
Ministerial speeches and confessions,
the Austrian proposals were either
agreed to, or within an ace of being so,
when an unexpected event occurred.
The French Emperor, after consider-
ing the matter, resolved to reject the
Austrian proposals ; and on the even-
ing of the 4th May, he ordered his reso-
lution to be communicated by telegraph,
through Count Walewski, to the British
Cabinet. " Circumstances occurred —
or rather came to our knowledge," says
Lord Palmerston, which convinced
Lord John and his party that the
Austrian scheme was impracticable ;
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and we believe that the French Em-
peror, along with his veto upon the
Austrian project, communicated some
private information to the British
Cabinet which satisfied them of the
justness of his decision.
This chapter of our foreign polic}r,
which we have endeavoured briefly to
chronicle, is one of the strangest and
least creditable to be found in our
annals. Taken in connection with, and
viewed as a sequel to the policy of the
Aberdeen Cabinet, which we reviewed
in last Number, it constitutes a portion
of history as dreary as it is destined
to be memorable. Though England
may strive to forget it, injured Europe
will keep its memory alive. Our
previous article discussed Ministerial
proceedings much more injurious to
the interests of the empire and of
Europe than those which we are now
recounting — for it was then that the
war was made and spoiled ; but they
do not present phenomena more
strange, or personal errors so pro-
minently displayed. The former re-
gime was a blacker one, but it was
better concealed, and the revela-
tions of duplicity and Russianism
occurred long after the events, and
when the injury had been fully com-
pleted. This time the veil has been
torn aside somewhat prematurely,
and the indignation of the country is
more lively because the Ministerial
criminality is more recent. The
spectacle of Conferences entered upon
only to be blundered, — of an " ally"
trusted in, only that we might be
elaborately deceived, — of Ministerial
errors not more glaringly committed
than they have been studiously con-
cealed and unblushingly denied, — of
a Cabinet without union and without
a policy, living upon false pretences,
and continuing to exist only that it
may multiply errors and accumulate
disgrace,— is an exhibition of which
the country has grown impatient and
posterity will be ashamed.
A little reflection will suffice to ex-
plain the true cause of Lord John
Russell's extraordinary proceedings
at Vienna. His subsequent speeches
and dying confessions are so contra-
dictory and confused, that they throw
little light upon anything save his
own inordinate self-sufficiency ; and,
moreover, the true source of his ter-
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giversations was of a nature so little
complimentary to himself and his col-
leagues, that he might well be excused
for not publishing it. When his lord-
ship returned from his mission, and
the news of his conversion to peace-
principles was first bruited abroad, it
was averred, as the cause of his con-
version, that he " had seen a wolf at
Vienna." And so he had. In the
course of those confidential interviews,
of which a few only are reported in
the Correspondence, Austria so far
unrobed herself as to let the British
envoy see she was not the lamb he
and his colleagues had taken her for.
We have already shown how absurd
it was for the Allies to rely upon the
friendship of a power like Austria,
whose interest it was to be neutral, and
which they neither sought to win by
a prospect of gain, or to concuss by
an overpowering display of strength.
Having once entrammelled themselves,
and entered upon the Conferences, the
mischief was done, and there was no
escaping, the evil consequences. A
most plausible and singularly astute
man, Count Buol for long impressed
the ministers and envoys of the West-
ern Powers with the belief that he
wished to limit the exorbitant power
of Russia, and would certainly declare
war against her if she would not come
to terms. Grown impatient, however,
and compelled at last to bear hard
upon Austria, in order to induce her
to take a positive course, our envoy,
greatly to his surprise and bewilder-
ment, became aware that not only
would she not fulfil the expectations
she had held out to the Western
Powers, but that, if pushed into a
corner, she would actually aid the de-
signs and subserve the policy of Rus-
sia ! Perhaps Lord John hinted that
Austria must march out of the Princi-
palities if she remained neutral, or,
suggesting coming troubles in Italy, re-
minded Austria that she need no longer
look to us to guarantee her posses-
sions . — in -which case, Count Buol's
rejoinder would probably be, that
Austria would take good care to keep
what she had got, and that, if the
Allies would not help her against her
disaffected provinces, she knew by
former experience where to look for
effective aid! Perhaps, too, Lord
John's elaborate exposition of the
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evil to Austria should Russia get
possession of Constantinople, was
mildly replied to by the hint that the
acquisition of Servia and Bosnia
might compensate for such eventu-
alities! Anyhow, the denouement
came, and Lord John Russell was
thunderstruck. Like fools, he and
his Cabinet had never looked for
this; and now, like a poltroon, he
sought to back out of a war of which
he and his late colleagues had been
the originators. They had induced it
by their sycophancy to Russia; — they
had declared it "just and inevitable,"
and embarked the empire in it ; — by
their procrastination and mismanage-
ment they had doubled its dangers, —
and now they sought to flee from
it, leaving Europe in danger, and
England disgraced !
Thanks, apparently, to the inter-
position of the French Emperor,
the design of accepting the Russo-
Austrian terms of peace was set aside
by the British Cabinet,— although it
is clear that it was against the wish
of Lord John Russell and his party
that such a conclusion was come to.
"There were circumstances," said
Lord John, in the last of his manifold
explanations, " which arose in the
course of these discussions, which made
it appear to my mind impossible to
urge the acceptance of these proposi-
tions,— circumstances quite indepen-
dent of the merits of the case, and
which did not alter my opinion of those
propositions." These words are in
strict accordance with those in his
first explanation, wherein, speaking
of his opinion at Vienna that the Aus-
trian proposal " might be, and ought
to be, accepted," he added, " I thought
so then, and think so still!" And
yet, in Parliament, his lordship's voice
was still for war !— and before the
very first week in May was out (May
6), he made a speech in the House so
opposite to his peace-views, that even
his colleague, Sir George Grey, heard
it "with surprise and regret." At the
end of the week, the Cabinet, we are
told, was unanimous that the Austrian
terms should be rejected as inconsis-
tent with the " interests and dignity
of the country," and on the 8th Lord
Clarendon wrote to this effect to the
Austrian government. But how long
did this Ministerial unanimity last ? —
and what was it that so soon made
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the Cabinet reconsider its opinion?
Although forced to reject the Austrian,
project brought home by Lord John
Russell, the Cabinet, shrinking from
the crisis which their own imbecility
and the Russianism of their predeces-
sors had induced, still dunned Aus-
tria for new proposals, — a request
with which that most accommodating
person Count Buol most willingly
complied. His faculty of concocting
elusive notes was perfectly inexhaust-
ible ; and so great has been his suc-
cess in the art, that he well deserves
the title of "Netmaker to the British
Government." It is to be noticed
that in Lord John's last (published)
despatch before quitting Vienna, and
after the first snubbing he received
from Lord Clarendon, he says : — " I
asked Count Buol, as the third system
was not in accordance with our in-
structions, what, supposing we sup-
ported it, and Russia rejected all the
three systems [proposed by Count
Buol,] what would be the conduct of
Austria? Count Buol declined to
give an answer to this question, but
hinted at some fourth system [O rare
invention ! ] which might arise out of
the ashes of the three systems now
floating in the air."
This fourth system — so great
were the net -making capabilities
of Count Buol — when it took de-
finite shape, was found to have
branched into two. The first of
these propositions stipulated, in brief,
that the Russian fleet in the Black
Sea should remain at its present re-
duced amount, — the Turkish to be
henceforth of equal force, — and that
each of the other contracting powers
should be authorised to maintain two
frigates in that sea. Limitation to
this extent might have been accepted
as sufficient by the Allies, but the pro-
posal was not a bond fide one. Like
all Austria's proposals which threat-
ened to impose satisfactory terms upon
Russia, it " had a hole in it." There
were no stipulations binding Austria
to go to war in the event of its present
rejection or future violation by Rus-
sia. The second of the new Austrian
propositions was of a different cha-
racter. It proposed to allow Russia
to restore her fleet in the Black Sea to
its amount at the commencement of
the war, — each of the other Powers,
as a " counterpoise," being allowed
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to keep a fleet of half that force, for
the purpose of holding Russia iu
check ! and any increase of the Rus-
sian fleet above the stipulated amount
was to be regarded as a cause of war.
Thus the former of those alternative
propositions suggested satisfactory
conditions, but bound Austria to no-
thing ; the latter contained terms
which could be acceptable only to
Russia, and bound Austria to enforce
their observance. Hence the former
proposition was useless to the Allies,
and the latter was clearly inadmis-
sible. So Austria played her game;
ever willing to protract the negotiations,
and preserve the eminently influential
position of an arbiter and courted
neutral, which our easily duped
Ministers had assigned to her, and
putting forth cleverly-worded project
after project, which either bound her
to nothing, or stipulated in effect for
the counter-propositions of Russia.
In point of fact, even the latter of
Count Buol's final propositions could
not be relied upon as securing the
armed co-operation of time-serving
Austria; and had they been accepted,
and Russia subsequently raised her
naval force in the Black Sea beyond
the enormous amount at which it
stood at the commencement of the
war, there was a difficulty in saying
how that original force was to be
estimated, and, moreover, there was
every reasonable ground to believe
that if Austria shrank from a contest
with her colossal neighbour now, she
would still more do so at a future
period. As Lord John Russell re-
marked, after his discoveries at Vienna
(despatch No. 8) :—
<e In the case of such an attack re-
newed five years hence, could we rely
on the Austrian guarantee of the in-
tegrity of Turkey ? I apprehend that the
same financial embarrassment, the same
doubt of Prussia and the German States,
and an army reduced to the establish-
ment of 1852, would paralyse her then, as
they did in 1853. The occupation of the
Principalities by Russia she felt to be
dangerous to her existence as a great
Power, and she risked war to put an end
to it. But, that point accomplished, I
fear we must not count upon her aid to
save Constantinople from the encroaching
ambition of Russia."
These last Austrian overtures were
transmitted from Vienna on the 16th
May, and they were not rejected by
the British Government until the
29th ;— what occurred in the inter-
val ? If the Cabinet were so united as
we are expected to believe, and if no
idea of accepting the Austrian pro-
posals were entertained after the first
week of May, how came it that Count
Buol so grievously misinterpreted the
language of the Cabinet as to send
two new and elaborate propositions
on the 16th, and that the Ministry
should have been so singularly tardy
as not to have rejected these over-
tures till the end of the month ? We
must leave it to the future to fully
expose the deceit of the Cabinet on
this point ; but it needs something
more than the word of the present
Premier, or of the ex-Secretary of the
Colonies, to convince us that Count
Buol and the English public were alike
wrong in imagining that the Ministry
gave ear to the Austrian proposals, and
that the well-informed leader of the
Opposition was mistaken when he
brought forward his famous motion
charging the Ministry with "ambi-
guity of language and uncertainty of
conduct" in regard to the Conferences.
In fact, we know that Count Buol's
final proposals must have been re-
ceived at the Foreign Office on the
19th of May ; in the morning of the
21st a Cabinet Council was held ;
and in the evening the statement made
by Lord Palmerston, which induced
the withdrawal of Mr M. Gibson's
motion, was the express assurance
that the Government " did not con-
sider all the modes of solving the ques-
tions at issue as exhausted, and that
Austria was still charged by her own
voluntary assumption with the task
of discovering a means of bringing
about an accommodation between the
contending parties." " There were no
questions with regard to any fresh
negotiations which created any long
deliberations in the Cabinet," is the
ambiguous phrase of Lord John Rus-
sell in his farewell speech (July 16) ;
and Sir George Grey, on the same
evening, while declining to make any
direct statement in answer to the
charges of the Opposition chiefs on
this subject, expressed his defence of
the Ministry in a'form eminently sug-
gestive of suspicion. " 7, at the close of
that week" he said — referring to the
first week of May — u should have been
prepared to assert, that it was the una-
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nimous decision of the Cabinet that
the Austrian proposals should be re-
jected." It is abundantly evident that
every word of the speech from which
this sentence is extracted was care-
fully weighed before it was uttered ;
and yet, what is the actual import of
it, when stripped of its circumlocutory
vagueness, but that Sir George Grey
speaks only for the punctum temporis
at the end of the first week of May,
and refused to vouch for the una-
nimity of the Cabinet in the three
weeks that followed? That there
was a division of opinion, and a de-
sire to accept the Austrian proposals, in
the Cabinet, during the latter half of
May, we firmly believe ; and in cor-
roboration it is to be observed that,
contrary to his custom of answering
despatches the day after receipt,
Lord Clarendon's reply rejecting
Count Buol's proposals was not
written till the 29th,— the interven-
ing period having been spent in feel-
ing the pulse of the House of Com-
mons, after a vain attempt to evade
its vigilance. The country is not yet
sufficiently aware of the debt of grati-
tude which it owes to Mr Disraeli for
his prompt interference on this occa-
sion, and to the Opposition generally
for the energetic following up of a de-
bate which compelled the Ministry to
abandon their deceitful efforts after
an ignominious peace. When thus
found out, they were actually carry-
ing their mines under the very citadel
of British honour and the Empire's
safety; and if, instead of being
simply unearthed, the whole per-
fidious Cabinet had been blown into
the air, it would have been a relief
to the country, and a " material
guarantee " for the better conduct of
our statesmen in the future.
They escaped this richly - merited
fate solely by turning their backs
upon themselves, and by denouncing
the very terms of peace which they
would have accepted, but for " cir-
cumstances" over which, fortunately,
they had no control. The deceit
practised by the Ministry in the de-
bates from the 24th May to the 7th
June is without a parallel. It was
so pettifogging, and so mean ! Most
justly did we complain a month ago
that the want of confidence of the
country in the Government, and the
apathy of the Commons, were due to
the frauds which the Government of
late years has stooped to practise.
But the evil is only growing greater.
Ministerial life seems to be becoming
every month more rotten. Individual
now takes the place of collective dupli-
city. It is no longer a Cabinet
concealing documents, but indivi-
dual Ministers boldly uttering the
most disingenuous misrepresentations.
Such was the conduct of Lord John
Russell during the memorable debates
to which we have alluded. Twice he
spoke, and both times it was to gloss,
to misrepresent, and deceive. To
hear him, he was a very Hector for
the fight — a very Scipio in his de-
nunciations of peace, until the dread
" delenda est" had been accomplished
against our gigantic foe. And yet
he was the reverse of a hero at bot-
tom,—bullied by Gortschakoff, duped
by Titoff, and timidly seeking to make
things straight at home by denying
his frailties. With all his vaunting1
self-sufficiency, he was "taken in"
even by Palrnerston. The Premier,
playing upon his love of office, and his
dread of being known to have done
anything unpopular, induced him to
continue in office when he should have
resigned ; but no sooner did Sir E. B.
Lytton's motion threaten the exist-
ence of the Cabinet, and the Premier
found that Lord John had become a
Jonah instead of a pillar of strength,
than, amidst a thousand protestations
of friendship, it was resolved to let him
go, and the Ministerial subordinates
were incited to mutiny against the
too adhesive tenant of the Cabinet.
All that an individual could do to
bring disgrace upon the character ot
public men, Lord John has done, —
and he is meeting his reward.
Monday the 16th was a famous
night in the House. Sir E. B. Lyt-
ton's motion was to come off, and so
was Lord John's valedictory address.
The public flocked to witness the of-
ficial execution of the ex-Envoy, and
even the green benches of the mem-
bers were well filled, considering the
season. The little man whose dying
speech they had met to hear, man-
aged to enter the House quite unob-
served; and when the Speaker, by
calling the orders of the day, brought
him to his legs, he appeared suddenly
like a Jack-in-the-box in the third
seat behind Ministers. On occasion
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247
of his former fit of recalcitrancy in
February, he betook himself one bench
more to the rear. But this time he
was resolutely opposed to playing the
part of penitent. Hardly had he got
on his legs, than he was off on an-
other tack ; and after sheltering him-
self for some time from the impending
speech of Bulwer under a cloud of
mystification, he somewhat astound-
ingly broke cover in the righteously-
indignant style, and fired off a poetic
quotation against those who had de-
serted him in his hour of need. Long
habituation to the chicaneries of office
seemed to have rendered the once
great Whig chief incapable of under-
standing the humiliation of his posi-
tion ; and the men who had signed
the " round robin" to compel his re-
signation, doubtless were greatly taken
aback by the low estimate in which
he, the dishonest dupe, declared to
the House he held them ! To be con-
demned by their old leader was a sore
trial for the young Whiglings ; and
commonplace Mr Bouverie was so
completely put out, that, in attempt-
ing an explanation, he floundered
deep and deeper into absurdity and
contradictions, while louder and more
hearty grew the roars of laughter
around him ; and at last when, in a
state of visibly excruciating per-
plexity, he made an ad-misericordiam
appeal to Lord John, to say whether
he were not, in actual fact, his " true
friend," neither the House nor the
Speaker could stand it any longer,
and the peroration expired amid
bursts of uproarious laughter.
The leaders of the Opposition that
night never spoke better, nor acted
with sounder discretion. Sir E. B.
Lytton's motion was so well-worded,
well-timed, and so obviously called
for by the best interests of the State,
that he completely carried the country
and the press along with him. As
had fared with his motion on Admi-
nistrative Reform, a month before,
the Ministry found it impossible to
resist his attack — a singular honour,
to have twice triumphed over the
Government by the sheer excellence
of his cause, and skilled accuracy of
his terms ! We do not think we over-
rate Sir Edward's speech on this occa-
sion, if we rank it as the finest of the
session. His orations in the Lower
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House somewhat resemble those of
Lord Lyndhurst in the Upper.
With an equally remarkable spirit of
fairness, with nearly equal judicial
calm in his verdicts, and greater point
and brilliancy of style, than the ve-
teran orator of the House of Peers,
Sir E. B. Lytton is not only highly
eloquent, but never fails deeply to
influence the judgment of the House.
On this occasion, although he with-
drew his motion, his masterly resume.
of the case against the Government
seems to have stung the Premier
deeply— especially his home-thrust at
the " Austrians " who still remained
quietly on the Treasury benches.
" I should like to hear (said the lion.
Baronet) the expression of opinion on the
part of other members of the Cabinet be-
sides the noble Viscount. There are gentle-
men in the Government who have not as
yet expressed their opinion upon the nature
of the war or the propositions for peace.
What are the opinions of the Chancellor
of the Exchequer \ What are the opin-
ions of the First Lord of the Admiralty 1
Are all the members of the Government
united for this subject ? Again I ask, is
Lord Clarendon the spokesman of a unit-
ed Cabinet I If so, I am glad of it ; but
you told us the same in May, when you
now own that the noble lord (Russell)
was dividing your councils, when Lord
Clarendon did not represent the entire
Cabinet, — and you will pardon me if for
the present I suspend my belief."
The ebullition which followed from
the Premier was in all respects a
melancholy exhibition. He raved
and accused Sir E. B. Lytton of " the
grossest possible ignorance" or " de-
liberate insincerity " in presuming to
suggest whether there were not still
divisions of opinion in the Cabinet, —
as if such a suggestion were not most
natural in the circumstances, an
obvious inference from the events of
the last two months, and deserving
to be keenly pressed against the
Ministry, lest the reign of chaos in
the Cabinet should continue to afflict
the country with disaster. The
Premier forgot himself, and the
assembly whom he addressed; and
his intemperate harangue showed in
painful contrast with the classical
and courteous periods of the gentle-
man whom he so coarsely assailed.
It was auger in its dotage,— noisy
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248
but pointless. But it did not escape
unpunished. Mr Disraeli replied;
and never was the brilliant leader of
the Opposition more happy in his
hits, or more cruelly cool in the
delivering of them. The passages in
which he chastised the " patrician
bullying" of the Treasury Bench
have rarely been surpassed for polish-
ed and effective sarcasm. But soon,
sweeping away the Premier out of
sight, his oration, widening in pur-
pose and deepening in tone, broke
like a thunder-storm over the heads
of the Ministerial delinquents. The
following sentences contain a charge,
startling and extraordinary certainly,
but which we believe will prove
thoroughly well-founded:—
" The point is," said Mr Disraeli,
" whether or not the noble lord, the
member for London, communicated with
other Ministers than those who appear
on the papers presented to Parlia-
ment, giving them the outline and
spirit of the policy which was developing
under his auspices at Vienna — (loud
opposition ... cheers) — and whether he
received any discouraging reply? (Re-
newed cheers.) I have reason to think
that communications were made, and that
the noble lord did not receive any dis-
couraging reply. If that was so, we
ought to receive extracts from these let-
ters. Is it or not the fact that, for at
least a day — I believe for a much longer
time — these terms were accepted by the
Government of England, and that they
were sanctioned by the noble lord the
First Minister ? I know not whether the
present Session of Parliament will last
six weeks more ; but if it do, I believe I
shall find these remarks which I am now
making — which are being received now
by some so suspiciously — received at
length by the great majority of this House.
I make the statement on the greatest
authority, and I now express my profound
conviction of its truth."
The " black fate," as Orientals say,
is certainly upon our Cabinets. But
it is a fate of their own creating, — en-
gendered by want of principle, and cul-
minating in the most flagrant deceit.
Neither the safety nor the honour of
the country is safe in their hands ;
they imperil the one by their waver-
ing imbecility, and barter the other from
their love of power. Their amplest
professions are coupled with the mini-
mum of performance ;— -Russellite de-
nunciations of Russia go hand-in-hand
with Aberdonian apathy in the con-
[Aug.
duct of the war ; — all is union and
energy on the surface, all is dissen-
sion and paralysis within. The faith
of the nation has departed from the
Palmerston Cabinet, and the minds
of the people, again deprived of a
rallying-point, waver to and fro like
aimless billows. Do not call the nation
fickle, impatient, impossible to please.
Surely the continuance in power of a
Cabinet like the present is proof enough
that they are not over-fastidious. Give
them but a Ministry on which they
may rely — not one made up of men
discredited by former misdemeanours,
and ever rushing into new shapes of
error and duplicity,— and they will
follow it, we believe, with earnestness
and energy. Perhaps a new House
of Commons is needed ere we shall
have a right Ministry. Elected to de-
cide a question of commercial policy,
the present one is not pre-eminently
fitted for the conduct of a mighty wan
It clings with desperate tenacity to
Free-trade names, and to points long
since submerged by the rush of mightier
principles. One by one, however,
the advocates of Russia and deceivers
of England are dropping into ob-
scurity ; they are rotting out of the
Government. The men who have
sought to barter the honour and
mortgage the glory of, their country,,
are becoming known and ostracised.
Self- ostracised, because self -con-
demned. Aberdeen and Newcastle-
are extinguished — Graham, Glad-
stone, and Herbert are likewise
exiled from office — and now Lord
John Russell, the great Whig chief,
has sunk beneath a burden of shame
which would have driven any less
self-sufficient man into permanent
retirement. The atmosphere is clear-
ing. Palmerston " alone is left."
One charge of the Stanley chivalry
would sweep the thinned and broken
array of the Ministerialists from the
field ; but that charge comes not yet.
In a crisis like this, when party and
place- seeking have so discredited our
cherishedConstitution,thenobleleader
of the Conservatives has no desire to
increase the State -embarrassment. It
may be that he is over- cautious— it
may be that, in his anxiety to avoid
the charge of factiousness, he is risk-
ing overmuch the welfare of the State.
But the denouement cannot be long
delayed.
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INTERNAL SUFFERINGS OF RUSSIA FROM THE WAR.
BY AN EYEWITNESS.
[THE writer of the following statement left Russia, where he had resided
for many years, in the course of the present summer.
It will be observed that he apologises for any defects of style which appear
in the narrative, on the ground of the length of time during which he had been
unaccustomed to write his own language. No such defects will, we feel satis-
lied, be found ; as the facts, so deeply interesting in themselves, and so im-
portant in their bearing, are told in plain sensible terms, leaving no doubt of
the writer's sincerity, and his desire to tell nothing but the truth.]
HAVING recently left the interior
of Russia, I think it my duty to lay
before the public a plain statement of
the results already produced by the
events that are now passing. About
the court and capitals I can give no
information, as I was only in them
for a few days on my way home ; but
all that I advance here relative to the
particular part of the country I have
lived in so long, is the truth, and to
be relied on. I had the honour of
giving the same information to some
of the highest personages in the king-
dom soon after my arrival, and ap-
parently they did not think it without
importance ; so I have ventured to lay
it before my country, trusting that
what has hitherto been dark will now
appear in the light of truth; for I
have put nothing down that did not
come under my own personal obser-
vation, or that I did not obtain from
sources on which I could rely. I had
thought of publishing a larger work
upon Russia, but was deterred by
reading the books already published,
which showed me that I should be
obliged to repeat much that has been
already written by abler pens, and
which may be relied upon; I have
therefore confined myself to what
relates exclusively to the influence
exercised upon all classes in the inte-
rior by the war. There is, doubtless,
much left unsaid that might be of
interest, but of which I possess no
information upon which I can de-
pend ; and, true to my resolve of
only advancing what I know to be
facts, I have left out all that is in any
way doubtful. I am quite unused to
writing for the public, and have em-
ployed my native language so little
of late years, that I trust the garb in
which I have clothed my truths will
be excused if it be a little foreign in
appearance ; for the heart of the
writer beats with a truly British en-
thusiasm, and breathlessly awaits the
moment when his country will have
triumphed over all her enemies.
The persons who are the greatest
sufferers by the present war are the
landed proprietors. If the war con-
tinue, they will, for the greater part,
be brought to ruin. This will be seen
by the following facts, which came
under my observation upon an estate
where I have resided for some years,
and which I can give as an average
specimen of the whole country. (It
must be remembered that I only speak
of the south of Russia ; of the north
I know comparatively nothing.) The
estate in question consists of about
40,000 acres of land, with about thir-
teen hundred serfs. Its principal
productions are linseed, corn, and
wool, which are all sold for expor-
tation by way of the ports of the
Azoff and Black Seas. These two
seas having been closed for some
time, all the raw produce remains
rotting on the hands of the pro-
ducer, with the single exception of
wool, which finds a ready market
in Germany, being transported over-
land through Austria ; still the price di-
minished sensibly last year, on account
of the increased cost of transport. I
will now proceed to state the details of
the losses experienced last year upon
this one property. The average in-
come amounts to about £6000, out of
which £1500 has to be paid as inte-
rest of the mortgage — for this, like
most other estates, is mortgaged to
the government. Last year there
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[Aug.
were about 1500 quarters of linseed,
which, sold on the spot, would fetch
upon an average 16s. per quarter.
Of this not a bushel has been sold ;
so, on this article alone, there is a
loss of £1200. The wheat grown
was about the same quantity. The
average price of wheat is 12s. per
quarter, and now only a limited
quantity can be sold at 8s. ; but,
supposing the whole to be sold at
that price, the loss will still amount
to £300. This, however, is not the
case, and the loss is not less than £500
upon wheat. Last year the price of
wool was, upon an average, 15 per
cent below the usual price ; in some
instances there was a loss of 20 and
25 per cent ; the quantity sold usually
fetched about £1400 — so there was
another loss of more than £200.
Upon this same estate there are
kept about eighteen thousand sheep,
of which there are generally sold
every year two thousand for their
tallow and skins, at an average
price of 7s. a-head; now, on account
of the difficulties of exporting tallow,
the price is only 5s., — another £200
out of the pocket of the proprietor.
It will be seen by the foregoing state-
ment, that the income of the possessor
of this one estate is diminished more
than one-third, by restrictions laid
upon trade by the closing of the
ports of the Azoff and Black Seas ;
and as this may be taken as a good
criterion of the whole southern part
of Russia, the loss is consequently
something enormous. A few of the
proprietors, it is true, sold their pro-
duce, at almost nominal prices, to
merchants who speculated upon the
results of the Conferences at Vienna,
and bought up largely and transport-
ed the corn to the different ports of
the south, to be ready to take advan-
tage of the first opening of the trade,
had the Conferences led to the much-
desired peace. The immense quanti-
ties of corn destroyed during the late
expedition to the Azoff, did not, as
was stated, belong to the Russian
government, but was the property of
private speculators, among whom I
know one who bought largely in
wheat in the month of March, trans-
porting it to Berdiansk, and I have
no doubt he is a very large sufferer
by the late events. I do not assert,
however, that no portion of the corn
belonged to the Imperial government,
but certainly not more than a fifth
of the whole quantity destroyed was
intended for the use of the troops, al-
though it might have all been seized
for that purpose later in the war, under
the name of voluntary contributions.
I have attempted to show the
losses that the present war occasions
the landowner, by the trammels it
imposes on trade : we will now
take into consideration the enor-
mous taxes he is subjected to, in
order that the government may be
provided with means of carrying on
the war, or ruining him, which is
synonymous. The most severely felt
tax at all times is the conscription.
This in time of peace does not take
place oftener than once a-year, and
the number of recruits required
is generally seven from every thou-
sand serfs ; but since the war
broke out there have been two con-
scriptions in the year 1854, and al-
ready one in 1855, each of twelve in the
thousand, being, for eighteen months,
thirty-six able-bodied labourers out
of every thousand males, old and
young together. I do not know what
the proportionate number of able-
bodied men there is in a thousand
males, but the effective strength
must be considerably diminished
when such a large number is taken
away. This is not all. When the
recruits are sent to the town to be
examined and passed by the proper
authorities, there must be for every
twelve men at least eighteen more,
in case the others should be rejected :
these are sometimes kept away from
their work two or three weeks, with-
out any indemnity whatever. By
this statement it will be seen that,
during the last eighteen months, the
possessor of the estate I have quoted
above has given to the government
forty-seven conscripts, being the pro-
portion of thirty-six in the thousand
for thirteen hundred, and lost the
labour of about seventy men for a
space of fourteen days ; which latter
loss, at 6d. a-day, will be £24, 10s.,
without counting the entire loss of
forty-seven men for ever. But every
proprietor is obliged to pay a sum of
money (about £8) to provide the
recruit with an outfit and arm him ;
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this will give again a sum of £376
for the year and half. The southern
governments, in consideration of their
vicinity to the seat of war, are ex-
empted from the militia of thirty in the
thousand, which is being raised in the
northern governments. If they have
not the militia, they are subjected to
exactions under the name of voluntary
contributions. In the spring of 1854
the estate was obliged to send forty
oxen as rations for the troops then in
the Danubian provinces ; at the same
time there were required five waggons,
with a pair of horses and a driver
to each, which are to be returned at
the end of the war. These were for
the transport of baggage and troops
upon an emergency ; and it was upon
them that the armies who fought the
battle of Inkermann were transported
last autumn. In the autumn of the
same year (1854) there were required
half a pood (18 Ib.) of biscuit from
every male serf for the army, which,
for 1300, would'amount to 650 poods ;
but the proprietor offered 1000 poods,
which had to be made and despatched
in about three weeks. While the
preparation of the biscuit was going
on, there came another order for ten
waggons, with a driver and a pair of
horses to each, to be ready and de-
livered up to the authorities in ten
days, as the case was urgent. This
was just before the news of the descent
in the Crimea reached us. All these
exactions were made just at the time
when the harvest was going on — the
end of August — so that the hands
were of the greatest consequence to
get all the corn housed before the
autumnal rains broke up the roads
and rendered the transport impossible.
The number of oxen required to trans-
port the biscuit was twenty pairs,
which were absent nearly four months,
as they had to carry it a long dis-
tance after the roads were broken up,
and when the mud was knee -deep.
A little later in the same year, there
was required a number of oxen again
for rations. I do not remember the
exact number required ; but having
sent so many away with biscuits, and
the murrain being very bad among
the cattle at this time, instead of
sending them, the proprietor for-
warded to the proper authorities £90
in money.
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In the April of the present year,
double the quantity of biscuit of that
contributed last year was required ;
and as I travelled through the coun-
try in the month of May, I saw thou-
sands of tons piled outside the towns,
ready for transportation to the army,
which of course has to be done by the
proprietors and peasants of the crown.
I met upon the road long strings of
waggons going to load with this bis-
cuit, and stopped and talked with the
drivers, who were for the chief part
peasants belonging to the crown.
They lamented bitterly their hard
fate, being obliged to leave their
homes just as the haymaking was-
about to commence ; and as they had
to perform a journey of some 1500
versts, going and returning, it would be
late in the autumn before they reached
their homes again, and consequently
too late to make any preparations for
winter. Many of them said to me :
"Batushka! we suppose that we are
intended to starve this winter; last
winter we suffered enough while the
troops were passing, but now we
shall not be able to provide anything
for ourselves, for there are only the
babas (old women) at home, and
what can they do?"
The peasants of the crown are sub-
jected to many of the same exactions
as the proprietors — I think to all of
them, except only the waggons, and
about them I am not sure. I know they
had to provide the biscuit just as their
superiors had, and the oxen, too, for
rations. It is, however, extremely!diffi-
cult to ascertain the amount of contri-
butions exacted from these poor, mis-
called/ree serfs ; for the employes by
whom they are managed exact so much
from them for their own use, saying
that it is required for the service of the
government, that it is impossible to-
distinguish what is really for their
use, and what for that of their master.
The war is a rich opportunity for the
employes to make money, because
they make all their demands upon the
peasants without producing any writ-
ten authority from a superior officer,
merely stating, in their written or
verbal orders, that certain articles are
required on such a date, and of course
they are ready without any demur or
inquiry, as it may happen that the
government actually, in this particu-
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lar instance, requires what is de-
manded : then the man who sought
ocular demonstration is considered
refractory, and sent to Siberia to im-
prove his manners, and to serve as
an example to others, who, after this,
will be ready to give all that is re-
quired of them without inquiry.
Another exaction to which all the
agricultural population is subject, is
the furnishing means to transport all
the munitions of war through the
country. At the beginning they were
paid for this service in a kind of go-
vernment check, called contremark,
which was received again at the trea-
sury in payment of the poll-tax; but
since August 1854 this has been
changed, and this service is paid in
money — ». e., not paid at all, for the
employe's pocket the money, which it
is never prudent to ask: the contre-
markwas of no use to the employes,
consequently'the service was always
accurately paid, but now the peasants
get nothing'; but kicks and cuffs for
their trouble.
The sufferings of the inhabitants of
those villages situated on the lines of
march taken by the armies that tra-
versed the country from north to
south, during the winter of 1853 and
1854, were so intense that even the
soldiers themselves pitied them ; and
it takes something to touch the heart
of a Russian soldier. The troops, in
order to obtain sustenance, were
obliged to disperse themselves over a
large tract of country, marching in a
parallel direction, and falling on the
poor peasantry, whose stock of winter
provisions was only prepared for the
wants of their own families ; like locusts,
eating up everything, and reducing the
inhabitants to the greatest distress ;
while the male population, who gene-
rally earn something considerable with
their horses during the winter, in trans-
porting merchandise from one fair to
another, was engaged on the main road
in the transport of artillery and tum-
brils, which, by the wise arrangements
of the Russian government, had to be
dragged over a country covered to the
depth of six or eight feet with snow,
upon wheels; so that tumbrils, which
could have been drawn easily by four
or six horses if placed upon sledges,
required twelve or fifteen to move them
with their large wheels imbedded in
the snow. During a journey I was
obliged to make in February 1854, 1
met more than 500 tumbrils trans-
ported in this laborious manner. It
made my heart bleed to see the treat-
ment both horses and peasants re-
ceived at the hands of the soldiery
who were with them. When they came
to a hill, they were frequently obliged
to use double, and even treble, the
number of horses required on the level
ground. Roads had to be cut in some
places through the snow, to admit of
the passage of the heavy artillery. The
peasants are seldom kept at this work
for more than a fortnight together ;
but they are frequently a hundred
miles from their homes; so that after
an absence of a month they return
only to find their home swept clean
by the hungry warriors whose fighting
materials they have transported with
so much difficulty. That many died
of the artificial famine caused by these
preparations for glorious war, I have
no doubt. The .Russian soldier, too,
is much imbued with a strong pro-
pensity for thieving, and there is no-
thing he will not steal if the oppor-
tunity of so doing should present
itself. Finding all the houses where
they were billeted without the master,
of course many of the little articles of
furniture were missing after their visit.
These things were generally taken to
the next halting-place and sold for
brandy — only, perhaps, to be stolen
again by the next party. It frequently
happened that soldiers and recruits met
in the same villages, and the number
billeted in one house was so great that
the master and his family were obliged
to sleep out in the sheds with cattle, or
upon the snow, for slujba (as the pea-
sants call the soldier) must have his
lodging. Nor were the sufferings ot
the troops themselves less acute,
marching as they did at such an in-
clement season of the year. They
strive, however, to enliven their dreary
marches by songs and jests, for in,
every company there is always a
certain number of singers, who march
in front, led by a man with a tam-
bourine or an old violin, who dances,
sings military songs, of which the
other singers take up the chorus, or
else he cracks jokes at any one's ex-
pense. It is a curious sight to meet
a party of soldiers in the midst of a
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snowy desert, where nothing is to be
seen but snow below and snow above ;
for the very air is impregnated with
it. These armed men are wending
their way to destroy, or be destroyed,
as the case may be.
The immense amount of misery the
present war is causing in Russia is
little imagined ; but that country can-
not boast of its Times. Everything
is hidden from view ; and only those
who actually take part in these scenes,
or are involuntary spectators, can
know what is the real state of affairs.
Even at St Petersburg, nothing is
known but what appears in official
reports ; so that in many instances
far less is known in that magnificent
capital, of the state of the interior of
the country, than in England, where
such excellent works as the Eng-
lishwoman in Russia are, or ought
to be, universally read. Everybody
is afraid to speak on these sub-
jects, except to laud all the measures
of the paternal government. I re-
member an anecdote that was current
in Russia in the spring of 1854 : A Rus-
sian, who had attained the rank of
general in the civil service, spoke in
the theatre of the absurdity of the
returns of killed and wounded pub-
lished in the Russian papers. The
police master, who was present, over-
hearing what he said, observed that he
should be obliged to report his words
to the Count Orloff ; for if he did not,
somebody else present might, and he
would fall into disgrace. The next
day the general received an intima-
tion that it was the Emperor's plea-
sure that he should join the army on
the Danube immediately, in order to
satisfy himself of the truth of the
returns, by counting the killed and
wounded after each battle, and that
his military rank should be that of
major. The same day there appeared
in the official gazette : " Le conseiller
d'etat actuel, , was received, by
Ms own wish, into the army with rank
of major !" It is extremely probable
that, had these remarks been made in
private, and reported, the consequences
might have been worse.
Among those who feel the pressure
of the war in the towns, are the work-
ing tradesmen, such as tailors and
bootmakers. In all regiments there
are a certain number of men who
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work for their comrades in time of
peace, making for them their clothing,
boots, &c. ; but as now all are called
upon to bear arms, they have to quit
the needle and awl for the rifle and
bayonet. The duty of providing the
troops with their grey greatcoats falls
upon the tailors, who are suffering
enough from the depressed state of all
trades. They are supplied with so
much cloth or leather, as the case may
be, and are required to return a cer-
tain number of articles ready for use ;
but the materials have already passed
through the hands of the officials, who
make their profit out of the affair by
keeping back for their own use a good
per-centage of the materials, exacting
at the same time the required number
of articles. The poor tradesman has
to make good the defalcations of this
grasping rapacity out of his own
pocket, besides the loss of the labour
he is compelled to perform. Before I
left the town where I was last May, I
could not get a pair of boots made, as
all the bootmakers were working upon
this government work, to the detri-
ment of their own interests and that
of their customers. For this work
they get a mere nominal price, the
greater part of which goes into the
pockets of the same men who robbed
them of their cloth ; but they can
obtain no redress for this, and look
upon it as a necessary evil.
The merchants are not subjected to
such heavy losses as might be sup-
posed, considering the perfect annihi-
lation of all external commerce. It
is true they are obliged to subscribe
largely to the voluntary contributions
for the expenses of the war ; but as
nearly all business is carried on with
ready money, they merely withdraw
their capital, and wait patiently the
course of events. It is among this
class that the greatest number of
patriots is to be found ; for, as they
understand no other language but their
own, and are strongly attached to
their country, not knowing any other,
they get all their information of what
passes, from the highly- coloured mis-
representations that are published for
them by the Russian government.
They were enchanted with the patriotic
verses, that were to be found in all
the Russian papers, describing the
prowess and victories (future ?) of the
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holy Muscovite armies. Lord Palm-
erston is represented to them as a
monster, and the author of the war.
In one of these poetical effusions his
lordship is caricatured as a great
warrior, who fights his battles on a
map with his forefinger. Since the
battles of Alma and Inkermann, these
productions have become less frequent.
There is one that appeared in the
spring of 1854, that I must mention.
It is an allegory, composed by an actor,
I believe ; and relates that a Russian
molodetz (young man) was going
quietly on his way, when he found his
passage stopped by three men — a tur-
baned Turk, a bearded Frenchman,
and a red-headed English merchant.
With a few swings of his powerful
arm he made the Turk and French-
man bite the dust, while the English-
man was glad to escape the same fate
by surrendering the contents of his
pockets to this fine fellow. These may
serve as specimens of what is allowed
to poison the minds of those who can
read ; while those who cannot are
excited by yet grosser fictions, The
attack on the monastery of Solovetzki,
in the White Sea last year, was spread
with great rapidity through the coun-
try, with many comments, improve-
ments, and additions by the priest-
hood. I heard one account of it from
a peasant, who said that all the monks
had been impaled by the English bar-
barians, who had no respect either
for the holy place or the holy men
who inhabited it. I have frequently
heard it asserted that there were no
soldiers in the place ; and, if I remem-
ber right, the report by the head of
the monastery to the synod was to
that effect, stating that there were
only a few invalids, who were em-
ployed as servants about the place.
It is for those who made this brutal
(Russian account) attack upon a quiet
religious retreat, to prove that it was
a fortified place, although no Russian
will ever be convinced of it. Messrs
Bright and Co. are wonderfully po-
pular with this party, for all their
speeches are diligently translated and
commented upon in the Russian
papers. They are generally repre-
sented as the only true expositors of
the feelings of the majority of the
people of England ; so that the Rus-
sians are firmly convinced that the
populace is ripe for a rising ; and I
have no doubt the disturbances, which
unfortunately took place recently in
the metropolis, were misrepresented
as a serious revolution, caused by the
burdens entailed on the people by the
expenses of the war. Last March
there was an absurd story spread
about a similar occurrence, without
any foundation whatever. Russia,
like a drowning man, catches at
straws !
Since the beginning of the present
year there has been a great scarcity
of silver and gold coin in the southern
provinces of the empire, though gold
was very plentiful last autumn. This
scarcity may be accounted for by the
merchants withdrawing their capital
from trade. As few of them have any
confidence in the paper circulation,
they availed themselves of the gold,
then very plentiful, which all disap-
peared in this way in a very few
weeks. A friend of mine, who was
in Simpheropol in February, wishing
to change a hundred-rouble note into
notes of one, three, and five roubles
each, was obliged to pay ten per cent
for the exchange ; and he assured me
that, if any small article were pur-
chased, the value of which did not
amount to a rouble, the merchant
would rather lose the sale than give
coin in exchange, though he was per-
haps making a profit of a hundred
per cent upon the article. This state
of things is gradually travelling north-
wards. In Ekaterinoslav it was the
same in April ; and in Kharkoff, in
May, there was a great difficulty in
procuring coin, especially gold and
the smaller silver money. Kharkoff
is a large commercial town, and the
capital of the Ukraine. The issue of
notes has recently been very great.
All this tends to prove that every
sinew is now strained to bursting to
carry on the war.
Many persons have expressed sur-
prise at the smallness of the returns
of killed on the part of the Russians
after an engagement ; but, to any one
who understands the Russian system,
this will not appear strange at all.
The practice is to send in returns of
only a small proportion of the killed,
while the remainder are supposed to
be in the field, and receive pay and
rations, to the benefit of the colonels*
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As a great personage, to whom I
related this in England, remarked,
uthe colonels eat the dead men's
rations!" Nor is there any danger
of detection, for the greater part of
the generals have done the same thing
before, and are practising something
similar at all times, while the subal-
terns hope some day to become
colonels themselves. I know an in-
stance of a man commanding a regi-
ment, who, from the time of his regi-
ment taking the field in the summer
of last year up to the end of last
November, was in the habit of send-
ing two or three thousand roubles
every week to his family, while he
is known to possess no private for-
tune. All this money was of course
squeezed out of the soldiers' rations
and forage, for it is a cavalry regi-
ment. The life of a Russian soldier
is so miserable, that I think half of
them would prefer to be killed to
dragging on such a wretched existence.
They are torn from their homes by
the arbitrary hand of despotism, and
made to form part of an immense
machine called a regiment, which
again forms part of another called a
division ; but they have not the re-
motest idea why they are made to
execute certain movements. The
English officers who were taken pri-
soners at different times admired the
severe discipline of the Russian army,
little thinking that it was purchased
at the expense of every moral feeling ;
for the soldier is brutalised by the
treatment he receives, every officer
having the right to buffet and cuff
him as he may think proper. An old
cavalry officer once told me, that, if a
horse died, there was a rigid inquiry
into the cause of his death; and if the
least thing appeared to show that it
had been neglected, the subaltern in
command of the squadron was placed
under arrest ; but if, on the other
hand, a man died, on his death
being reported to the colonel he
would say, " Poor fellow ! I hope
he is in heaven !" This may be
accounted for easily enough. The
colonel receives an annual sum to
provide horses for his regiment, so
that every loss affects directly his
pocket ; whereas the men cost him
nothing ! The men are allowed meat
by the government three days a-week,
except during the fasts, and brandy
on Sundays and great holidays. The
officers generally propose to the men
to accept, instead of meat, the money,
and to provide themselves. To this,
of course, the poor fellows agree, as
a proposal from an officer is tanta-
mount to an order ; but they never see
more than one-fourth of the money,
which is disposed of as follows : — The
colonel takes one-fourth, the majors
commanding battalions another, and
the captains of companies a third,
while the other goes to the soldiers
themselves ! This may account for
the finding only black bread in
the knapsacks of the killed and
wounded. I have given these ex-
amples in order to show the system
under which these men fight so despe-
rately, and which prevails through-
out the whole empire, — one vast
system of fraud, peculation, and
pillage.
Notwithstanding the immense esta-
blishments for the education of mili-
tary men that exist in Russia, great
difficulties are experienced in obtain-
ing officers for the new levies. All
the officers must be nobles, and
undergo an examination in various
branches of science. A colonel, sent
to obtain officers to a certain town in
the south, persuaded a number of
copying clerks from the government
offices to enter the army. These men,
though of noble birth, only knew how
to read and write. As they were
earning a miserable pittance, they
were glad to embrace the offer, which
opened to them a prospect of advance-
ment ; but they expressed their fears
of not being able to pass the required
examination. They were, however,
reassured by the colonel, who said
that he would examine them himself.
This he did in the following manner :
—Col. "What is geography?" Ans.
"I don't know; I never heard of it
before." Col. " Nonsense ! you must
know ! On which bank of what great
river is situated the town of E ?" (the
town they were in). Ans. " On the
right bank of the river D." Col.
"There, I was sure you knew all
about geography ! — you are passed."
Another time the subject was mathe-
matics. Col. "What are mathema-
tics?" Ans. "I never saw them." Co/.
" Add two to two." Ans. " Four."
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Col. " There, that will do — you are
passed ! " Of course I was not present
at either of these examinations, but I
had the facts upon good authority.
These are the men who are to re-
place those polished gentlemen, whose
knowledge of the European languages
and suave manners have been the
admiration of all who have met
them.
The militia is chiefly officered by
those who have been in the army
before and are retired ; but if in any
of the governments there should not
be enough of these, the nobles choose
them from among their own body.
There is in general a great reluctance
to enter this service, as well as mili-
tary service generally, for the majo-
rity of the Russian people is anything
but warlike, notwithstanding their
boasted martial prowess.
The want of proper medical aid is
much felt in the army now. The
students of medicine from all the uni-
versities are forced to enter the army
before they have completed their
course of study, which ordinarily
occupies five years, but is now cur-
tailed to three and a half years. It
may be objected that I use the term
forced, when they are only invited to
join the army ; but, with few exceptions,
the invitation, if not accepted, will
speedily be followed by an order.
Many surgeons have lately arrived from
America and Prussia, who are at once
despatched to the seat of war. In
Simpheropol nearly all the wounded
English prisoners were attended by
Americans.
As illustrative of the difficulty expe-
rienced in Russia in transporting their
armies, may be mentioned the journey
of the Sisters of Mercy from St Peters-
burg to the Crimea last year. They
left the capital about the middle of
November, and, as far as the chaussee
extended, travelled without any mis-
hap; but from Koursk — where the
chaussde finishes— to Kharkoff, they
met with great difficulties, as they
travelled in large diligences like those
of France. It was on leaving the
latter town that they experienced all
the pleasures of a Russian autumnal
road. They left the town with fifteen
horses to each carriage, and reached
in safety the first station, situated in
a valley, about ten miles from the
town ; but on attempting to ascend
the mountain, the wheels stuck fast
in the mud, and the fifteen horses
could not stir it ; the number was in-
creased to thirty, but without moving
the vehicle. Eventually oxen were
procured that dragged them out, and
in this manner they proceeded on their
way to the Crimea, to attend the sick
and wounded, at the rate of two miles
an hour ! This was a case of the
most urgent necessity. With such a
state of things, would it not be better
and wiser for Russia to employ those
means in improving the internal state
of the country, which she is now
wasting on a ruinous war ?
The English prisoners of war will
be able to give a good account of the
evils of Russian travelling. I saw
them all, poor fellows ! as they pass-
ed through the town I was then re-
siding in, and can say that their suffer-
ings were more intense than those of
their comrades who were left behind.
Those who were taken first, and who
arrived at their destination before the
severe colds set in, suffered compara-
tively little. Then they were still a
novelty, and excited a great deal of
curiosity, which in a Russian is never
without compassion. Of this the first
parties who passed reaped the bene-
fit. Besides, they were all fine men,
taken at Balaklava and Inkermann,
about which battles every one was
eager to get what information he
could from persons who had assisted
at them. Still these suffered severely
from deprivation of all the comforts
they had been accustomed to, and
which they were unable to procure in
the villages they passed through, even
when they had the means ; for tea and
coffee are unknown luxuries to the
Russian peasant, but would have
been very acceptable to the pri-
soners after their long march of fifteen
or twenty miles through the mud
reaching to their knees, with the pro-
spect of a miserable billet in a mud-
hut, in which so many were placed
that there was scarcely room to lie
down, and a piece of black bread
washed down with a little brackish
water, or kras (a sour liquor, much
used in Russia). But those who left
Sim pheropol in December and January,
underwent hardships that were heart-
rending to listen to, for then they ex-
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perienced all the severity of a Russian
winter during a march of about six
hundred miles to Yoronege, the depot.
They were about seventy days upon
the journey through the snow, and
frequently subject to the most vile
treatment at the hands of those to
whose care they were committed.
They are allowed by the government
20 copecks a-day (about 8d.) This
would be amply sufficient to supply
all their wants, for provisions are
very cheap, — the best meat 3 and 4
copecks per pound, bread about 1 or
1£ copeck per pound ; but the soldiers
who served as their guard usually set
the prices in the villages at about
three times the ordinary rate, out of
which they made their own profit;
while ourpoor fellows, not understand-
ing the language or the prices, were
obliged to pay whatever was demanded
of them, or go hungry to bed. They
were even made to pay for the very
water they drank. This happened
always in the prisons of small towns.
Once they refused to pay for it, and
two men offered to fetch water for the
whole party if a soldier would show
them where to procure it. The soldier,
not wishing to lose his perquisites,
took them to a distance of about three
miles, to a well of brackish water,
while there was plenty to be had
within two hundred yards of the pri-
son. After this they always preferred
paying to fetching it themselves. In
the large towns they are generally
well treated, and allowed a certain
liberty. They may go out to the mar-
ket to buy themselves provisions, alone
if they know the way ; or if not, one
soldier is sent with them as a guide.
They are even allowed to sleep out of
the prison, if some inhabitant of the
town will become responsible for them.
I have had several staying with me ;
and two, who were ill, lived with me
three months till their health was
perfectly established, and the warm
weather rendered travelling no longer
difficult. One circumstance I cannot
help mentioning, if only that it might
be known to the Russian government
by this means. In December a party
of prisoners, of all nations, numbering
either seventy-three or seventy-five —
I am not quite sure which — left Sim-
pheropol in charge of a captain, a
Greek, with the usual escort. He,
kind, humane man, proposed, through
my informant, an English soldier, who
spoke a little Greek, to provide the
whole party with provisions, alleging
that the country they were about to
pass through was nearly exhausted,
so that, with their ignorance of the
language, it would be next to impos-
sible for them to procure anything.
To this proposal they all agreed with-
out hesitation. Instead of giving
them good food, he gave them little
more than black bread ; so that out of
the entire number only nineteen
reached Ekaterinoslav ! a distance of
about 270 miles from Simpheropol, the
remainder beingleft sick at the different
hospitals, or perishing miserably on
the road ! I do not vouch for the
truth of this ; but the man, who was
one of the sufferers, appeared to be
intelligent, and told his story clearly,
and without hesitation. I know that
this can be possible, for there are such
men, who, in order to gain a few
roubles, will inflict any amount of
misery on their fellow -creatures.
The English inhabitants of Moscow
and St Petersburg have nobly come
forward to assist their poor fellow-
countrymen; and Mr Grey, the Eng-
lish clergyman at Moscow, has exerted
himself greatly on their behalf; but
unfortunately there are few English
on the line of march, so that it is very
difficult to render them assistance
where most it is wanted, although all
is done that humanity could dictate
by those who are able to see them.
I cannot omit this occasion of speak-
ing of the kindness shown by the
authorities of the town of Kharkoff to
all the prisoners. They never refused
any prayer of which they saw the jus-
tice, and tried all they could to help
the poor fellows ; and had the same
spirit been shown by all parties, there
would be little to complain of in the
treatment with which these unfor-
tunates met. Many of the Russian
families received them into their houses,
and at their own tables. When remon-
strated with by the would-be patriots,
they replied,—4' These men are no
longer to be looked upon as enemies :
they have fought for their country,
and by the fortune of war are our
prisoners, only that we may treat them
as our guests." To sum up all, the
prisoners are well treated by all the
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higher classes, and suffer only from the
cupidity of those who have an oppor-
tunity of making a few copecks by
them, and from the natural evils im-
posed upon them by their ignorance
of the language, manners, and cus-
toms. I do not speak of the treat-
ment the officers have met with,
as they will be able to speak for
themselves when they recover their
liberty.
It will be seen, by a careful perusal of
the foregoing statemen t of facts, that all
classes in Russia must ardently desire
peace, as the only means of preserving
them from ruin, to which the serf-
owners are more exposed than any
other class, from the continual drain
upon their resources, already much
diminished by debts. They are an
improvident race. Many of the lower
orders hoped for a great improve-
ment in their position from the suc-
cess of the allied armies ; but they
are disheartened by the length of
time they are obliged to wait. They
cannot define what they expect ; but
that they hoped for great advantages,
I have no doubt, from several con-
versations I have had with intelligent
men in the peasant class— men who
can neither read nor write, but
who, by the force of their natural
shrewdness, can understand that a
change must and will come. They
looked upon the French and English
as the heralds of this change. Had
the war been pushed with sufficient
vigour from the beginning, there is no
doubt but that the power of Russia
would have been humbled effectually
by defeats on the frontiers and inter-
nal dissensions ; for all the south would
have risen had the Allies taken pos-
session of the Crimea when they first
landed, which might easily have been
done, — at least this is the opinion of
all the Russian officers whom I met,
and who were there at the time. But
this is no place for the discussion of
the merits of military plans. There
have been grave faults, of which the
price is now being paid in the blood
of our brave countrymen on the
heights of Sebastopol. Nothing re-
mains but to push the war with all
the vigour that the Allies, with their
mighty resources, are able to do, and
to let no " penny wise and pound
foolish" policy interfere with what
they have in hand. Even what has
been done has caused great suffering
to our enemies, and what is under-
taken will cause yet greater, till Russia,
humbled and conquered, is brought to
sue for peace at the feet of the British
lion and the Gallic eagle. The time
is gone by to hope for any co-operation
in the interior of the country. As I
said before, the people are disheart-
ened by the length of time they have
had to wait, and are excited by the re-
ports spread so assiduously of the bar-
barity of the English to their prison-
ers, and the taking of the monastery
of Solovetzki. The Russian govern-
ment is never slow to improve its ad-
vantages ; this has been proved in the
manner the fortifications of Sebastopol
have been thrown up, and it has im-
proved the breathing- time given by
the long duration of this too celebrated
siege. There is now telegraphic com-
munication from Odessa to the capital,
through Kief, so that news from the
seat of war arrives in two days. When
the news of the descent first reached
us, everybody was filled with conster-
nation, and said we have now lost our
Italy, as they call the Crimea ; but
when it became known that, after the
battle of Alma, Sebastopol did not
fall, and that it withstood successfully
the bombardment of the 17th of Octo-
ber, hope again revived, and, by a re-
action of popular feeling, everybody
expected to see the invaders driven
out of the country, which the brilliant
victory (?) of Liprandi seemed to prog-
nosticate. What is more feared by
the Government, though less spoken
of, than the war itself, is its results
upon the population, as ideas of liberty
and civilisation may be introduced
with conic balls, and at the point of
the bayonet, that will destroy the
whole fabric of despotism erected by
the Czar and his subalterns, and that
in its fall must crush, and bury
beneath its ruins, all those who help-
ed to erect or support this monster
of injustice. So be it !
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THE STORY OF THE CAMPAIGN.
CHAP. XXV. — THE CONFERENCES AND DEBATES.
THE conduct of the Vienna confer-
ences, and the tone of the parliamen-
tary discussions on the war, were not
such as to inspire respect either for
the politics or diplomacy of the age.
Europe fixed its attention on the for-
mer, and, while failing to receive any
lessons of wisdom, was not even gra-
tified by an exhibition of skill. The
three greatest nations of the earth
were at war, and before either side had
obtained a decisive advantage, all had
agreed to treat for peace. Seldom
has diplomacy had such a field for dis-
play, and seldom has it appeared in a
less respectable light. No cunning of
fence was shown, and the advantages
obtained were of the paltriest descrip-
tion, and not worth the playing for,
such as when Russia suspended the
conferences to consider the request of
the other powers that she would ori-
ginate a proposition, and then, after
securing unnecessary delay, declined
to propose anything. The negotia-
tions and the war seemed mutually
to await each other's chances, and
there appeared no man of sufficient
political or military foresight to afford
his colleagues the means of adopting
a decided course. Perhaps the most
curious feature in the spectacle was
the lofty bearing of beleaguered, dis-
tressed, and defeated Russia. When
at the conference Lord John Russell,
as a precedent for Russia to consent
to limit her power in the Black Sea,
quoted (not very happily) the cession
of Dunkirk by Louis XIV.,— " Ah ! "
said the Russian plenipotentiary, with
extraordinary assurance, "but we
have met with none of his disasters,
and the case does not apply." Met
with no disasters ! when the banks of
the Danube were strewn with dead
Russian armies — when the despised
Turks had defeated them in every
action, and when a fortress like Silis-
tria had defeated their whole power
deliberately cast on it! Met with no
disasters ! when the defenders of the
soil were beaten from their strong
position at Alma, when they had been
repulsed from our weak point at In-
kermann, when half the Black Sea
fleet was at the bottom of the har-
bour of Sebastopol, and the other half
penned therein as in a trap ! — when a
daily augmenting force was establish-
ing itself in the Crimea, and prepar-
ing for fresh assaults on the city ! —
when Bomarsund with its fortifica-
tions was demolished, and the Baltic
equally with the Euxine blotted from
the highways of Russian commerce !
Yet such effrontery passed without
the obvious rejoinder, because the
English nation had proposed to itself
the capture of Sebastopol as the true
and only meed of victory; and the
wily Russian, adopting the absurd
assumption with which we had our-
selves furnished him, asserted that,
while Sebastopol had not fallen, Rus-
sia had suffered no disaster.
But, in truth, the whole conference
was an absurdity. The terms offered
by the Allies, so far as their vague-
ness allowed them to be intelligible,
were ridiculously easy, and, on the
other hand, Russia was insane to re-
fuse them. She might have accepted
them, have procured an armistice,
have secured a seeming triumph —
and then, when it suited her, and if
still disposed for war, she might have
broken off the negotiations on a ques-
tion of details. All this would have
been quite consistent with the usual
course of her policy, and with the
diplomatic resources of her ministers.
Instead of this, she assumed the airs
of a conqueror — condescendingly
agreed to treat — was undisguisedly
insolent in conference ; and when she
deigned to make any proposals, they
were such as were insulting from
their absurdity. And this was at a
time when the Allies were accumu-
lating a force sufficient to take the
Crimea in a month — when her own
army was pressed for supplies, and
its communications so ill-secured that
a detachment cut their main branch
irremediably without a struggle — her
coasts were threatened, her towns
burnt ; and the fortresses which she
had acquired, with great expense and
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trouble, were so ill provided for de-
fence that, at the first approach of
an enemy, the garrisons abandoned
them. Yet her envoys could com-
port themselves as if her great credit
for resources and strength were un-
blemished— could not merely veil dis-
comfiture, but assume the tone of
undoubted success, and half Europe
was disposed to admire their super-
cilious demeanour. If such finesse
is admirable, great empires may be
dexterously lost.
But, whatever the disasters of Rus-
sia, she at least enjoyed one advan-
tage over us. Whether her councils
were directed by wisdom or pre-
sumption, they were secret, while all
our elements of weakness were laid
bare in the national discussions, and
were paraded far more ostentatiously
than those resources and successes
which should have bid us be of good
cheer. Every shade of policy be-
tween vigorous prosecution of the
war, and peace on any terms, found
its spokesman, and such want of
unanimity could not but give confi-
dence to the enemy.
Of the Four Points discussed at
the conference, the Third was the
only one bearing directly on the cir-
cumstances of the war. In the par-
liamentary debates on this point, it
was asserted that Russia never would
consent to such humiliation as a limi-
tation of her fleet in the Black Sea.
The objectors spoke as if that fleet
were still riding the Euxine unmo-
lested ; in which case it might, in-
deed, be derogatory to the dignity of
the Czar to consent to its diminution.
But force had already confined the
few remaining ships of the Russian
fleet to their port, dooming them to
hopeless inaction ; and, whatever
turn the affairs of the Allies might
take by land, it was evident that
Russia could never, during the war,
by any effort or any success, regain
her naval supremacy in the East.
A more reasonable objection against
the Third Point was, that it left the
essential article of limitation inde-
finite and dependent on the chances
of the war.
Mr Disraeli found an easy task in
criticising the conduct of the Govern-
ment and its envoy, but was by no
means so successful in amending the
plan of the campaign as in exposing
its errors. He denounced the aggres-
sive movement of the war as the
cause of all our disasters, maintain-
ing that a purely defensive policy
would have been the true one, and,
like some other speakers of great re-
putation, assumed that Russia was
invulnerable.
Since to blockade the ports of Rus-
sia is in itself an aggressive move-
ment, it is to be presumed that Mr
Disraeli meant that our operations by
land only should have been restricted
to the defensive — that our troops
should have occupied Turkey in suf-
ficient force to render her territories
secure against the armies of Russia,
But, to maintain in Turkey a force
sufficiently large to be effective, would
be almost as costly as to make war in
the Crimea ; at any rate, it is difficult
to see how occupying Turkey could
shorten the war, or cripple Russia
more effectually than assailing herself.
To capture Sebastopol was to solve the
knottiest question of the war — it was
to give security to the shores of Tur-
key, to deliver her capital from the
apprehension of invasion, and to en-
able her to concentrate her powers on
her land defences. It has been said
that we could have no security that
Russia would not rebuild her fortifi-
cations and renew her fleet ; but it is
not likely that the war, if concluded to-
morrow, would leave the finances of
Russia in a condition so flourishing as
to enable her immediately to set about
accumulating expensive means of ag-
gression.
The assumption that Russia is in-
vulnerable by land, is surely a mistake
— to an enemy commanding the sea,
the Crimea is especially an assailable
province. Far removed from the heart
of the empire, her ponderous powers
cannot be vigorously transmitted to
so distant an extremity. In any sea-
son it would be almost impossible for
her to maintain there a force sufficient
to cope with ours ; the losses in march-
ing an army into the Crimea are ne-
cessarily great, and still greater in
maintaining it. Our fleets ought to
give us an incalculable advantage in
moving from point to point of the coast,
threatening and harassing the enemy,
and enabling small bodies to check
large ones ; and with such a force and
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such means as the Allies possessed,
Russia had no right to calculate on
calling the Crimea hers for two months.
Once ours, the difficult question of how
we were to dispose of it remained; but
as that consideration was not broach-
ed in the debates, it need not be allud-
ed to here, though it may not have
been without important influence on
the war. But, however that might
be settled, the Crimea ours, and Se-
bastopol dismantled as a sea-fortress,
we should hold the guarantee we
needed, and might withdraw, besides
the greater portion of the army, all our
fleet, except a few war-steamers to
watch the coast. With the Crimea
lost, with the Circassians on their old
frontier, with the trade of the Sea of
Azoff cut off, and its towns ruined, and
with the Baltic blockaded, it is diffi-
cult to see what end Russia could pro-
pose to herself in continuing a war in
which she could assail none of her
enemies but Turkey, who had already
repelled her single-handed.
We, on the other hand, would have
obtained by force of arms, what Rus-
sia had refused to diplomacy, the se-
curity of Turkey ; and while suffering
far less from the war (which might
then become a blockade) than our ad-
versary, we could have no more rea-
son than she to wish to prolong it. It
would be a question of endurance,
where Russia would have most to
endure.
The facts of Sebastopol being yet
uncaptured, and the Russian army in
the Crimea still able to oppose us, do
not alter the real state of the case, be-
cause the vulnerability of the Crimea
depends, not on a chance combination
of military and political circumstan-
ces, but on its natural and unalterable
features. A temporary failure does
not lessen our chance of ultimate suc-
cess, nor give Russia greater security
of retaining the province. While we
are able to encompass its shores with
our ships, and to land and supply our
troops, while the internal resources of
the peninsula are insufficient to main-
tain large armies, and the barrenness
of its northern portion forbids Russia
to supply adequately, by convoys,
those necessaries which the country
does not afford, so long must the Cri-
mea remain an arena where the
chances are all in our favour, and
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where alone are neutralised the ad-
vantages which our enemy derives
from her enormous military power; and
nothing is wanting to secure the prize,
but a man able to grasp it.
Such is the aspect which the pre-
sent conjuncture wears to some of
those whose thoughts have necessarily
been deeply intent on it, and than
whom none can be more powerfully
interested in a creditable termination.
But in England, while our most reso-
lute statesmen have laid far less stress
on the " vigorous prosecution of the
war," than on its inevitable associate
phrase, " asafe and honourable peace,"
there are many of spirit so abject, that
it would be quite consistent with their
views if six of our most venerable
commanders were to present them-
selves, like the citizens of Calais, be-
fore Sebastopol, in their shirts, and
with halters round their necks, and
humbly beseech the best terms the
enemy might please to allow us. The
puzzled public is busily patching the
body and members of the prostrate
political and military machine, while
the defect is in the brain. There is
sufficient strength and completeness,
but the Promethean spark is wanting.
Meantime, amid councils so varied
and irresolute, the nation, like the
Prince in the Arabian Nights, press-
ing onward to its goal, is stunned
and bewildered . by so many voices
warning it against false dangers, that
it pauses, looks back, and is turned
into stone.
Of all the arguments used against
the war, none reflects so much dis-
credit on its propounder, as one by
Mr Bright, who, in the course of a
clever and much -applauded speech,
put it to the House, " whether they
believed that when the capital of the
greatest banking-house in Lombard
Street can be transferred to the United
States on a small piece of paper, in
one post, the imposition of £75,000,000
of taxation over and above the taxa-
tion of an equal population in the
United States, will not have the effect
of transferring capital from this coun-
try to the United States— and if capital,
then trade, population, and all that
forms the bone and sinew of this great
empire ? "
Had this been merely a warning to
Government of one of the difficulties
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they would have had to provide
against, by rousing the feeling of pa-
triotism till self-interest should be in
great measure lost in the nobler senti-
ment, such a reminder would have
been timely and politic. But the
whole tenor of the speech showed that
the speaker, in all whose views there
is an ignoble consistency, believed that
no capitalist could be actuated by any
higher motive than the desire to make
the most of his money, and that to
transfer one's self with one's property
to another country, when our own was
engaged in a struggle which rendered
it no longer capable of affording profit-
able investment, was a natural and
sensible act, such as British merchants
might acknowledge without reproach.
If a man's first duty is to think of
himself, and if his best interests are
centred in the increase of his capital,
then Mr Bright's argument was just,
and worthy the applause of the repre-
sentatives of the nation. The Cartha-
ginian women who cut off their hair
to serve as bowstrings for the de-
fenders of their beleaguered city, had
much better have sold it to make wigs
for the Roman ladies. But if there be
anything to admire in the sacrifices a
nation makes to sustain a contest with
a powerful enemy — if it be more heroic
to struggle to the last than to submit
— what can be found worthy of ap-
plause, at a time when Mr Bright's
countrymen are spending their energies
and blood to uphold the honour of
England, in an appeal to a principle,
which, however legitimate in commer-
cial questions, or in the ordinary trans-
actions of life, can never obtrude it-
self either in public or private affairs,
where higher interests than money are
concerned, without the risk of fetter-
ing justice and staining honour?
CHAPTER XXVI. — ATTACK OF THE MALAKOFF AND REDAN.
The cannonade subsided with the
capture of the Mammelon and Quarries,
and trenches were pushed out from
these works towards the Malakoff
and Redan. From the Quarries, zig-
zags led to a trench sixty or seventy
yards in advance, where riflemen in-
cessantly exchanged shots with the
garrison of the Redan, while a bat-
tery for guns and mortars was con-
structed close in rear of it. When
this was armed, the guns swept so
completely one of the communica-
tions of the Malakoff, that the enemy
could scarcely use it, and the eight-
inch mortars dropped their shells into
the Redan with great accuracy. But
neither the advanced trench, the
Quarries themselves, nor the com-
munications in front and rear, were
by any means secure, either against
the cannon or riflemen of the Redan
and its flanking batteries, and many
casualties occurred there every day —
insomuch that, except securing the
favourable position for the battery,
the possession of the Quarries did
not seem to bestow any advantage
adequate to the loss suffered in their
capture and occupation. But it is
probable that, when the French re-
solved to attack the Mammelon, we .
considered ourselves bound to make
some corresponding advance, without
nicely balancing the advantages to
be gained. Such is one of the difficul-
ties attending the combined opera-
tions of an allied army.
On the 17th the cannonade recom-
menced. For three hours the fire
was warmly returned, and then the
Russian batteries grew almost silent.
Several causes might exist for this ;
their ammunition might be failing —
their guns might be disabled by our
fire— or the losses in the batteries
might be so great that the enemy
could no longer man them. But this
slackening of their fire, from what-
ever cause, seemed favourable to the
success of another assault, which had
been planned to take place on the fol-
lowing day, as follows : —
After two or three hours' cannon-
ade, the French were to assault the
Malakoff. That work carried, the
English were immediately to assail
the Redan, which would not be ten-
able by us unless the Malakoff were
first captured. Three columns, of four
hundred men each, were to be ready
in the Quarries and advanced work,
with strong supports in the trenches
and approaches close behind. At the
signal they were to rush out : the one
on the right was to attack the angle
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at the left face and flank of the Redan ;
the one on the left, the angle of the
right shoulder of the work ; and the
centre column was to advance on the
salient, and make a lodgment there.
Twenty artillerymen under an officer
were to accompany each column, to
spike the guns or turn them on the
enemy, and parties of sailors were to
carry the scaling-ladders. The right
and left columns, uniting in rear of
the Redan, were to drive the garrison
towards the water, and to attack the
Barrack Battery should the enemy
make a stand there, in which opera-
tions they were to be assisted by a
brigade under General Eyre, which
was to descend the great ravine to-
wards the inner harbour, and, when
their first attempt had succeeded, effect
a junction with them.
This plan was changed, at the in-
stance of the French, on the evening
of the 17th, when it was resolved that
the assault should be made at day-
break, without a previous cannonade.
The other arrangements remained the
same. This change was regretted by
the English artillery officers, who
were very confident of rendering the
Russian batteries nearly harmless in
a fire of three hours. Notwithstand-
ing this alteration of the plan, which,
made at the eleventh hour, seemed to
betoken indecision, confidence was at
a high pitch in the allied camp. At
length we were to close with the ene-
my ; the dreary vigils in the trenches,
the wearisome life on the heights,
were to be at an end, and, with the
assured capture of the city, a new
era would dawn for us and for Europe.
At two o'clock on the morning of
the 18th, we rode towards the lines.
It was very dark : the camps were
still silent as we clattered through
them, and we were near the trenches
before a faint glimmer of daylight
tinged the gloom. A point in an ad-
vanced trench, which commanded a
near view both of the Redan and
Malakoff, had been selected as Lord
Raglan's post of observation, and he
was already there.
Day broke rapidly, and we could
see our troops destined for the as-
sault in the Quarry and advanced
trenches, while the supports occupied
the lines in rear. The interval of
suspense was short before the rattle
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of musketry showed the French to be
assaulting. It continued, increased,
and seemed to encompass the Ma-
lakoff, though we could not see the
actors in whose success we were so
deeply interested. After a few min-
utes the guns of the Malakoff deepen-
ed the din, and covered the ground
with the spray of their grape, the
steadiness of their fire showing that
the work was not yet entered in force
by the French.
However, their success seems to
have been considered sufficient to
warrant the giving of the signal to
attack the Redan. The party of rifles
and 33d, who were to lead the storm-
ers on the right, at once quitted their
cover, and, gallantly led by the en-
gineers and their own officers, ran
across the smooth grassy slope be-
tween the -Quarries and Redan, till,
reaching the abattis which surrounds
the latter at a few yards in front of
the ditch, they lay down there and
fired on the embrasures, which now
began to pour forth grape. Probably,
on the previous day, the guns had
been run behind the parapet for se-
curity from our fire, which they could
not effectually return, and were thus
preserved from its effects ; for, warned
by the attack on the Malakoff, they
were already run out, and opened on
our men with a violence that nothing
could withstand. In vain the officers
stood up amid the iron shower and
waved their swords — in vain the en-
gineers returned to bring up the sup-
ports—the men could not be induced
to quit the parapets in a body. Small
parties of half-a-dozen or half a score
ran out only to add to the slaughter.
The party of artillerymen, whose
business it was to follow this column
and spike the guns, sallied forth, led
by their officer, and, of the twenty,
only nine returned un wounded ; and
the sailors who carried the scaling-
ladders, and the naval officers who
led them, also suffered very severe
loss. Sir John Campbell, calling to
the nearest troops to follow, left the
trench, led the way to the abattis, and
was shot dead under it. The men
drawn up behind the Quarry suffered
almost as severely as those who bad
advanced ; and the remainder of these
latter, after continuing for nearly a
quarter of an hour under this tremen-
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dous fire on the ground before the
abattis, ran back to the trenches.
The point where Lord Raglan stood
was the focus of the fire of the Mala-
koff and Redan, and such a storm of
shot of all kinds came over and
through the parapet, which was low
and thin, as rendered it a very indif-
ferent post of observation. First a
soldier was wounded by a grape-shot;
another struck General Jones on the
forehead, ploughing the skin ; then a
shot, entering a neighbouring embra-
sure, carried off the head of an artil-
leryman, killed a sapper, and struck
off the right arm of Captain Brown of
the 88th ; and the fire rather increas-
ing, his lordship was recommended to
exchange this position for one in the
first parallel.
The musketry still continued to
rattle around the Malakoff, and, from
the eight- gun battery in our third
parallel, which now began to fire, I
saw several hundreds of the French
clinging to scarped spots in the ground
before the Malakoff, and firing on the
parapets, which were lined with Rus-
sians. The French guns in the Mam-
melon (where General Laboussiniere,
of the artillery, had been killed) were
silent, while our artillery now opened
both on the Redan and Malakoff,
principally on the latter. The prac-
tice was admirable. The Russians
speedily left their parapets, where
whole sections of them must have
been swept away, and our shells,
bursting just after grazing the edge
of the work, must have been most
destructive to the troops drawn up in
its defence. A couple of the guns of
the Malakoff were directed on the
French still clinging to the hill, and
the grape rattling among them put
them to flight ; but the vigour of our
artillery fire enabled them to retreat
with but little loss from the enemy's
guns, which, in their own defence,
were now directed on our batteries.
When it was known that the French
did not mean to repeat the assault,
the greatest disappointment prevailed.
On our part the disaster was rather a
blunder than a repulse ; for an attack
so, feeble against such a work as the
Redan could not be called an assault.
Probably its garrison of thousands
never beheld from their ramparts
more than three hundred enemies ad-
vancing upon them, and they must
have been puzzled to account for sr.ch
a futile attempt, taking it, perhaps,
for an ill-concerted feint. The French
attack, though made in greater num-
bers, was no better managed than our
own. The business of the stormers
was to lose no time in reaching the
ditch of the enemy's work, and, col-
lecting there in sufficient numbers, to
swarm over the ramparts. Instead
of this, they appear to have lain
down and commenced firing their
pieces at the embrasures and para-
pets, and the supporting columns, of
course, stopped also, instead of press-
ing into the work, and driving out
its defenders with the bayonet. It is
doubtful whether any French soldiers
got inside the Malakoff, though two
battalions are said to have held their
ground in it for a short time ; but
had that been the case, the guns of
the work could scarcely have fired so
unremittingly as they did.
It was not till the afternoon, and
while we felt the first soreness of dis-
appointment, that it became at all ge-
nerally known that Eyre's brigade
(consisting of 1800 men of the 9th,
18th, 28th, 38th, and 44th regiments),
which, as before said, was to proceed
down the great ravine towards the
Dockyard Creek, had actually ad-
vanced into the suburbs, and had
been all day hotly engaged with the
enemy. Turning a corner of the de-
file, just in advance of the allied
works, the head of the column came
on a small cemetery occupied by Rus-
sian sharpshooters, whom they drove
out, and, pushing on, occupied the
houses which skirt the course of the
ravine. A little further on, the Wo-
ronzoff ravine joins this one, and a
broad flat piece of ground extends to
the water, near the edge of which is
a long, low battery, sweeping the
approach. At the junction of the
two ravines, and resting against the
slope of the high ground which se-
parates them, are a number of houses
sufficient to rank as a small town,
some mere hovels, some of better ap-
pearance, and these were taken pos-
session of, while the advanced parties
extended in front of the low battery,
and, scaling a hill on their left, reached
a battery for three guns on a shoulder
of the cliff- like side of the ravine,
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from whence they saw no obstacle to
their advance on the town, which
stands on a rounded hill, bounding
the Dockyard Creek. They had now
reached a point from which they could
operate on either side of this Dock-
yard Creek, or inner harbour. If the
attack against the Eedan were suc-
cessful, they could, by scaling the
cliff of the Woronzoff ravine on their
right, effect a junction with the
stormers ; or, had the French pene-
trated into the works covering the
town, they would have received pow-
erful help from Eyre's brigade. This
latter contingency, however, there
was no reason to provide for, as it
was never contemplated; and it is
one of the most unaccountable fea-
tures of these operations, that, with
our immense forces, no diversion, far
less any real assault, was made on
this point. ' Even the artillery of the
French lines before the town was
silent.
To meet Eyre's force, the Russians,
issuing from the Garden Batteries
which crown the left cliff of the ra-
vine, descended some distance to a
long, low breastwork, from whence
they began to pick off our men. Grow-
ing excited, they stood upright on the
parapet, and exchanged vollies with
our troops, who poured on them so
destructive a fire as in half-an-hour
forced them again to have recourse to
the shelter of their work. The guns
in the Garden Batteries above sent
round and grape shot through the
houses and low walls of the gardens
and enclosures ; the stones from which,
as well as from the tombstones in the
cemetery, flying in all directions,
caused a great number of casualties.
A shot, however ill-directed, seldom
failed to dislodge stones enough to
give it all the effect of a shell, and none
of the walls were thick enough to re-
sist the heavy missiles, which riddled
them through and through, so that
the wounded, laid in houses for shel-
ter, were covered with dust and frag-
ments, and sometimes killed. The
riflemen, who occupied the ground in
front of the Barrack Battery, de-
scended towards the ravine, to oppose
our people there, and the fire, thus
almost surrounding the assailants,
searched through them with deadly
effect. General Eyre was wounded
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in the head early in the action — with-
drew into a. house, where he got his
wound dressed — and returned to his
post. The brigade was dispersed in
small parties, wherever cover was to
be obtained ; the regiments were
mixed, and all unity of action was
lost, as indeed no attainable object
remained to strive for. In front was
the low battery before the creek, some
guns from which (luckily it was not
fully armed) swept along the course
of the ravine ; on their left, the Gar-
den Batteries, whose shot plunged
into them, extended towards the
Bastion du Mat, which appeared far
in rear; and on the right rose the
cliff, by ascending which they might
indeed communicate with our works
before the Redan, but the whole in-
tervening space was swept by the
formidable Barrack Battery, as well
as by the flanking fire of the Garden
Batteries across the ravine, Nothing
could be finer than the spirit displayed
by the troops under these circum-
stances. Ignorant of the fortunes of
the day at other points of the line, they
probably imagined they were destined
to carry the town, and their eagerness
to attempt it was so great that they
were with difficulty restrained from
pressing forward beyond a point from
whence extrication would have been
impossible. All day the fight con-
tinued, and whatever the French
(whose parapets to the right of the
Bastion du Mat looked down upon
the arena) may have thought of the
prudence of the movement, the man-
ner in which our troops maintained
themselves throughout the day in so
desperate a position, must have ex-
cited great respect for their gallantry.
Uncheered by any hope of solid
achievement or success, the brigade
held its ground, and at nightfall
withdrew unmolested, with a loss of
six hundred killed and wounded. We
continued to hold the cemetery, and
thus the contest was not entirely bar-
ren of result, while the valour of the
troops engaged brought some consola-
tion for the loss, and rendered this the
least painful to dwell on among the
unhappy mistakes of the day.
Supposing, for the sake of argu-
ment, that to prosecute the siege ac-
tively was the right strategic policy,
and that the Malakoff and Redan
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were the best points to assault, yet
the execution of the measure was
such as to invite failure. I have
already mentioned how feeble were
the attacks in themselves, and how
much it was to be regretted that the
original plan, by which the artillery
was to fire for some hours before the
infantry advanced, should have been
changed. But, though the immediate
cause of failure is to be found less in
the plan of assault than in its very
defective execution, yet it seems ex-
traordinary that, with the vastly su-
perior force which the Allies could
command, attacks were not made on
points so numerous as to bewilder
and divide the garrison, especially on
the bastions before the town, from
whence, if the enemy had been in-
duced to place there a large propor-
tion of troops, they could not have
been easily transferred across the
creek. But, so far from making any
demonstration which might induce
the enemy to believe that point
menaced, the French batteries in that
quarter did not open in the first day's
cannonade till afternoon, and on the
day of the assault scarcely fired at all.
The small number of Russians who
opposed Eyre's brigade, and the cir-
cumstance of the riflemen in front
of the Barrack Battery leaving their
post to meet our people in the ravine,
seem to warrant the conclusion that
the great mass of the garrison was
placed in support of those works
which alone were threatened.
Faulty as the assault would seem,
the general plan of which it formed
part, or rather which was absorbed
into it, is no less open to criticism.
Whatever reasons may have dictated
our mode of operations, it is not easy
to deny that, in assembling so large a
force on the extremity of the penin-
sula, in allowing a great portion of
the army to remain idle while the re-
mainder pressed the siege on the old
plan, and in concentrating our efforts
on the strongest of the Russian out-
works, where numbers were neutral-
ised to a great extent by the defences,
we were doing what the Russians
themselves would most wish us to do.
Notwithstanding our altered circum-
stances, our plans were unchanged,
and were of the most simple and un-
scientific character. With an army
of two hundred thousand men, we
persisted in staking success on the
attack of two works which ten thou-
sand men might defend, and by the
failure in which attack these hosts
were for a time paralysed. If we
gained Sebastopol we gained nothing
more, for the Russian army could
then retreat upon its communications.
We had far more troops than were
necessary to conduct the siege and to
defend the plateau, yet the superflu-
ous force attempted no enterprise of
importance, while the heats of summer
were at hand, and the more anxious
and far-seeing began already to anti-
cipate another dreary winter here as
inevitable. Meanwhile the Russian
army was invisible, and its move-
ments and state unknown ; but it
seemed as if the mere vis inertia of a
force like ours must press the enemy
back, and that any forward move-
ment, however blind, must cause us
to blunder into victory.
About this time death was busy
among the chiefs. Admiral Boxer,
whose great energy and activity had
established order in the crowded har-
bour of Balaklava, and created com-
modious wharves there, had been
dead of cholera some weeks. Gene-
ral Alexander La Marmora, brother
of the commander of the Sardinian
forces, had fallen a victim to the
same disease ; and a few days after
the attempt on the Redan, our Adju-
tant-General Estcourt, a man of re-
markably kind and courteous disposi-
tion, died after a short illness. At
the time of his funeral it was known
that Lord Raglan was indisposed,
and next day he kept his room ; but
although the symptoms caused his
medical attendants to be apprehen-
sive, he did not appear in imme-
diate danger till the afternoon of
the 28th June, when he rapidly sank,
became insensible, and expired at
half-past eight in the evening, tran-
quilly and without pain.
On the afternoon of the 3d July
his body was conveyed to Kazatch
Bay for embarkation. The funeral
was a very strange and splendid
spectacle. The generals, staffs, and
numbers of officers of the four armies
—French, English, Turkish, and Sar-
dinian— assembled at the appointed
hour in the large courtyard of the
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267
house which had been the headquar-
ters of the deceased marshal. Before
the porch waited, with its team of
bay horses, a horse-artillery gun, de-
stined to be the appropriate hearse of
the old soldier. The courtyard was
.crowded with the uniforms of the dif-
ferent nations — the gaudy colours
and laced Louis-quatorze hats of the
French staff— the green plumes and
dresses of the Sardinians— the red
skull-caps of the Turks, unadorned,
except Omer Pasha's, in the front of
whose fez blazed a large ornament of
diamonds — and our own costumes, in
all the diversity of cavalry, infantry,
and artillery. The Guards furnished
the guard of honour, drawn up front-
ing the house to salute the body of
their general, which had been en-
closed in coffins of lead and iron, with
a plain wooden one outside. It was
brought out, placed on the gun, cov-
ered with a flag, and the procession
moved on through the garden and
vineyard surrounding the headquar-
ters. As it appeared round the cor-
ner of the house a battery on the
opposite slope saluted with nineteen
guns, which were echoed by the de-
sultory fire of the batteries in the
trenches and the guns of the enemy.
The road from the house to Kazatch
Bay was lined throughout its extent
on each side with infantry, French
and English, the men standing a few
feet apart. First the procession pass-
ed between our own men, who had
been last night fighting in the trenches,
till it reached the French headquar-
ters, when a French battery saluted,
and our own troops were succeeded
by those of our Allies: first, the
Zouaves, wearing to-day green tur-
bans ; then the Imperial Guard, with
their tall bearskins and long blue
frocks ; and then regiments of the line
— each corps marked by its colours
inscribed in gold letters with the vic-
tories of the Consulate and the Em-
pire. A body of cavalry and artillery
escorted the coffin, the white pall of
which, with its cross of St George,
was conspicuous at the head of the
long procession, which covered miles
of the road. Crossing the ridge of a
slope beyond the French headquarters
the sea appeared, and, upon the right,
the now familiar puffs of smoke and
sound of the guns marked where the
siege still dragged on its weary length,
to the cares, the honours, and the
disappointments of which, so all-ab-
sorbing to us, he whom we escorted
was now insensible. Slowly we jour-
neyed along the plains, the dust ris-
ing in clouds from the dry soil, till at
sunset we reached Kazatch. The
water of the harbour was almost hid-
den by the number of boats thronged
with seamen in their white frocks,
whose uplifted oars looked like a
grove. At the end of one of the
wooden piers a crane had been erect-
ed, under which the gun-carriage was
drawn — bareheaded sailors slung the
coffin to the crane, hoisted it, and low-
ered it into the boat destined to take it
to the Caradoc, the steamer in which
Lord Raglan had come from England,
and which was now to take home his
remains. A parting salute was fired as
the boat left the pier, and we had seen
th e last of our kind and gallant old chief.
To most of us he appeared as the relic
of an age now historical, and his name,
associated with the Peninsular vic-
tories, caught a large share of the
lustre reflected on all the companions
of the great Duke. During the long
period in which he transacted business
at the Horse Guards, his reputation
for suavity and kindness spread widely
through the army, and was amply sup-
ported by his demeanour as com-
mander-in-chief in the present cam-
paign. His rank, his dignified man-
ners and appearance, his former ser-
vices, and his long experience, com-
bined to gain for him the respect and
willing co-operation of our allies ; and
the regret felt throughout the allied
armies for his loss, proved how sincere
was the regard he had inspired in his
associates and followers.
On the day of Lord Raglan's death,
Sir George Brown, the next in seniority,
had embarked for England at the re-
commendation of a medical board ;
and on the 1st of July a telegraphic
message from England confirmed
General Simpson, late chief of the
staff, in the command of the army,
which had devolved on him by sen-
iority.
During the early part of June the.*
successes of the Kertsch expeditiofl^
continued without any check. At
Taganrog and Berdiansk, on the north
shore of the Sea of Azoff, the public
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buildings, stores, and grain were de-
stroyed, as well as at Genitsch, at the
upper extremity of the Isthmus of
Arabat. The fort of Arabat was fired
upon by our gun-boats, and a maga-
zine was blown up, but no landing
was attempted there; and, intimidated
by the presence of the force which
thus ravaged the coast without hind-
rance, the garrisons of Soujouk-kale
and Anapa, blowing up their maga-
zines and destroying the fortifications,
abandoned their posts.
On looking at the map, the reader
will perceive that the peninsula of
Kertsch narrows to a neck of land be-
tween Kaffa on the Black Sea, and
Arabat on the Sea of Azoff, the dis-
tance across being about twelve miles.
When Kertsch and Yenikale had been
so easily captured, the garrisons of
those places, in number about 5000,
marched unmolested towards the in-
terior of the Crimea. It is evident
that had Kaffa been attacked imme-
diately after we had secured an en-
trance into the Sea of Azoff, on cap-
turing it, a force might have marched
on Arabat, with which our gun-boats
could have co-operated from the sea.
The experience we had gained during
the enterprise, warranted the belief
that those places would have fallen at
once ; and, the neck of the peninsula
thus occupied by a sufficient force of
the Allies, the enemy's troops remain-
ing in it must have laid down their
arms, and whatever resources the
country from thence to Kertsch af-
forded, must have been lost to the
Russians. As it was, the expedition
terminated with the conquests already
enumerated. GOOOTurks, one English,
and one French regiment, remained to
garrison Yenikale and St Paul's, the
points commanding respectively the
two entrances to the straits ; lines
were constructed for the defence of
those places against an attack by land,
and guns were brought from Constan-
tinople to arm the batteries, as the
Turkish gunners were not sufficiently
familiar with the construction of the
Russian ordnance to work the cap-
tured pieces with confidence. Kertsch
itself, which stands retired within the
bay, was occupied merely by a guard
for the protection of its inhabitants ;
and the presence of a few Cossacks
hovering nightly outside the town,
showed that the enemy had not en-
tirely withdrawn from the penin-
sula. The town of Kertsch, which
had been a flourishing and pleasant
place, containing 17,000 people,
presented a melancholy spectacle ;
the houses had been broken open,
ransacked, and in part burnt, and
the inhabitants were not secure from
ill treatment.
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BLACKWOOD'S
EDINBURGH MAGAZINE.
No. CCCCLXXIX. SEPTEMBER, 1855.
VOL. LXXVIII.
LIFE IN THE INTERIOR OF RUSSIA.
[THE writer of the article in last Number, on the " Internal Sufferings of
Russia from the War," having intrusted to us his papers, containing his obser-
vations during his residence in Russia, we extract from them the following
intelligent statement of the Social Condition of the Russian people — a subject
at present possessing unusual interest. Russia, the Power of all others which
has most to fear from such a. course, is now bringing on a War of Opinion in
Europe, the political effects of which will in due time extend into her own
dominions. In order to apprehend what may be the effects of such an event,
we must first know the elements upon which the new ideas will have to work 5
and viewed in this light, the following sober and authentic resume of the
social state of the Russian nation seems to us to possess more than ordinary
importance in the present times.]
Landed Proprietors — Nobles. — Many
of the landed proprietors in Russia,
especially the small ones, would like to
see serfdom abolished, as it would be
more profitable for them to cultivate
their land with hired labourers than
with serfs, who eat up the greater part of
the produce. I am very well acquaint-
ed with one small proprietor, who
possesses about 1500 acres of land,
and possibly some 70 or 80 peasants,
and I know well that he does not get
more than £100 per annum from his
property. He is, however, an excep-
tion to the general rule, being very
easy with them ; but it is not to be
supposed that they are better off for
that ; on the contrary, they are in
general much poorer than the peasants
of the neighbouring great estates,
though their master pays the poll-tax,
which is never the case in large pro-
perties, where there is more trade, and
the peasant has an opportunity of dis-
posing of his produce, and where there
VOL. LXXVIII. — NO. CCCCLXXIX.
are fairs held, which gives him a
chance of selling many little articles,
such as hay, oats, &c.
In general, the state of the smaller
landowners is one much to be pitied,
for in many cases they are as ignorant
as their own peasants, and yet have
all the pride of caste, which is in gene-
ral very strong in Russia, where much
of the old feudal feeling remains. If
they enter the public service and leave
home, their small properties become
still smaller, as their means will not
allow them to keep an intendant ; nor
is the service sufficiently remunera-
tive to live in ease, or even without
running into debt, for in general offi-
cials are very badly paid indeed.
Of this I can give you an example in
the case of a young man, the son of a
small proprietor, who pinched himself
in order to give his son a good educa-
tion at the university, where he re-
mained till he was twenty-three years
of age, when the father thought he
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would be able to obtain some good
government employment — at least
that he would be at no further expense.
After waiting nearly a year, he ob-
tained a place with a salary of four
roubles a-month, one of which was
deducted for his rank, leaving him
three (rather less than 10s. a-month)
to provide himself with a lodging,
table (which are to be had for about
30s. a-month), clothing, and every-
thing necessary for a gentleman !
After that, is it wonderful that the
Russian officials accept bribes a tort
et a tr avers ?
None but nobles have the right
to possess serfs, though it does not
follow that all nobles possess them,
for there is a very large class of poor
nobles in Russia who possess nothing,
never did possess anything, and are
never likely to possess anything — and
these are the most miserable of all the
others ; for they are nothing — neither
peasants nor gentlemen. It will na-
turally be asked how they became
possessed of their nobility ? They are
for the most part sons of ambitious
clerks of churches, &c., whose fathers
or friends have taught them to read and
write, and through the interest of some
great man got them admitted into some
government office as copying-clerks,
where they receive a rank after a cer-
tain number of years, and become
noble, and of course their children too,
who do as their fathers have done be-
fore them— leading a wretched exist-
ence, without any prospect of advance-
ment, upon a miserable pittance, un-
less they have great abilities for plun-
der, when, by dint of accepting bribes,
they get a small sum together. There
is no sum so small that they will not
accept : you may even offer them
articles of wearing apparel — anything ;
and this latter is too frequently done
when the poor suitor has nothing more
to oifer. I myself have given such
small sums as 4d. and 6d. for trifling
services which they have seemed re-
luctant to perform, which has always
had the desired effect of accelerating
their movements, and saved me the
ennui of waiting half-an-hour for them
to perform their duty. Some, again,
of this class, live by going from house
to house in the country. They stay
at a house till the master gets tired of
them ; then he sends them to his
nearest neighbour, who does the like.
The Russians in general are very
hospitable ; and in the country, where
they lead a very solitary, monotonous
life, are glad to see any one who can
procure them a little variety, as they
have no sources of amusement what-
ever except shooting or coursing ; but
when a man is not a sportsman, even-
these fail him, for books are very rare,
very expensive, and not very interest-
ing, on account of the extreme seve-
rity of the censure that is exercised :
a really good work is a great luxury,
and seldom to be met with in a Rus-
sian country-house ; hence they are
glad to see anybody who can give
them a little news, be it ever so
stale. But I must give the Russians
their due : they are, from highest ta
lowest, very hospitable ; a general
invitation there always means, in
town, that you are expected to drop
in two or three times a- week about
dinner-time, and, without being asked,
take your seat at table like one of the
family. If you decline staying, they
will feel quite hurt ; even the very
servants will press you to remain
and take dinner with the family.
When you are asked to go to the
country, you are never expected
to give any previous notice of your
intended visit, but to go at any
time you feel inclined ; and you are
sure to meet with a warm receptionr
and are expected to remain just as-
long as it may suit your own conve-
nience.
Some of the smaller proprietors,
from leading such a solitary life, get
into habits of beastly intoxication, in
which they consume days and nights,
while their property goes to ruin. I
have even known instances where
they have kept casks of spirits in their
bedrooms, and been in the habit of
crawling on all-fours from the bed to
the cask— seldom being in a state to
walk — drinking out of the tap, and
then crawling back again to bed, to
sleep till they should be ready to take
another slight refreshment in the same
manner. This must seem very much
like exaggeration; but I can assure
my readers that I advance nothing
but the pure truth, and what fell un-
der my own personal observation.
Without doubt such are exceptional
cases, and are soon brought to a conclu-
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271
sion by death ; but some can support
this life for two or three years.
One great cause of the poverty of
the nobles is the subdivision of estates
that takes place on the death of the
proprietor. Every son has an equal
share in the property, with an equal
share of the debts. Some, though few,
of them may acquire more land, and
so add to their heritage ; but with the
greater number the reverse is the
case, so that the debts are increas-
ed, and the estate in a similar way
subdivided ; and thus eventually the
heirs are obliged to sell off their
portions to pay the mortgage, or
surrender the land to the crown,
and the son of the late proprietor
becomes a beggar. With all this
before their eyes, they raise a terrible
outcry against the English law of
majority, which, if it were the law of
their country, would preserve it sol-
vent, whereas they now have na-
tional bankruptcy to look forward to.
Many of the poorer class of nobles
obtain admittance into the universi-
ties at the expense of the crown,
where they are educated as army
surgeons. They receive their educa-
tion, board, lodging, and clothing —
everything during the time they are
in the establishment — on condition
that they serve the government during
two years for every one they spend in
the university, with the same emolu-
ments that the other army surgeons
receive. These men are generally
very unfortunate, as they are for the
most part appointed to situations for
which there would be no volunteers —
such as small forts in unhealthy parts
of the Caucasus, in the interior of
Siberia, or in the fleet, to which
many Russians have a great aversion.
There are not many of these crown
students, as they are called, who do
not feel themselves under a kind of
noble slavery ; for when once they
have finished their studies, they can-
not, upon any consideration, refuse to
serve, though they may obtain their
liberty by paying, before they have
finished, a certain sum for every year
they have been on the establishment;
but even then it requires power-
ful influence to secure their libera-
tion. Others are received into the
faculties of mathematics and belles
lettres, for the purpose of becoming
masters in the different educational
establishments; but they always re-
ceive appointments that others who
are free will not accept. The num-
ber of these is very small— army sur-
geons are what the country wants, and
will have. At the present moment
there is a large bounty offered to all
young men who are finishing their
course of medicine to enter the army ;
and instead of the five years' study
that are generally required before they
can pass, they are examined and
passed in three years and a half if
they volunteer, which, of course, nine-
tenths of them do, as those who re-
main are very suspiciously looked on
by the government as disaffected ;
and they are expecting an order to
join, nolens volens — for the want is
now greater than ever it was before.
[The results of this pernicious system
were pointed out in the article in last
month's Number.]
The relation between the Nobles and
their Serfs. — The relation between the
peasant and his master, when looked
upon on its fairest side, does not pre-
sent anything very shocking either to
the mind or feelings ; for, with a kind
master, the position of the serf is any-
thing but pitiable in the southern dis-
tricts of Russia, where the soil is very
thinly peopled. The serfs are obliged
to give half their time to their mas-
ter, and to do any work he may re-
quire of them. Of course, the cultiva-
tion of the land is their chief employ-
ment, in which the women take their
part as well as the men. The general
arrangement is, that the peasant
should work three days a- week for
his master, and three days for him-
self, during which time he tills his
own plot of ground ; and as land is
very plentiful in those parts, he can
always have as much as he chooses
to plough ; so that an industrious man
will always have a great advantage
over one that is idle, more so than in
any other country. I have known
instances of hard-working, labour-
loving serfs, who possessed their
20,000 or 30,000 roubles ; but these
instances are rare. Having worked
the three days for his master, the serf
is quite at liberty to work for wages,
either for his richer and more fortu-
nate neighbours, or for his master,
which is very frequently done, as
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it is not every one of them who
possesses oxen, or the means of till-
ing land on his own account. Those,
however, who possess cattle, are
obliged to bring their oxen with
them when they go to their task,
which are employed in ploughing, or
anything else that requires draught
cattle; and as the soil is very stiff,
there are generally eight oxen yoked
to each plough, and never less than
six — so that the number required to
cultivate some 5000 or 6000 acres
of land is enormous. Where the
master is an absentee, the intend-
ant will sometimes force the serfs to
work their own days without pay-
ing them any wages, as he will pro-
mise to do. The average rate that a
labourer can earn is from 6d. to 8d.
a-day ; but during hay-time his earn-
ings are much greater — from Is. to
Is. 4d. a-day, with his food.
In case of a failure of the harvest,
every proprietor is obliged to feed his
own peasants ; and to provide against
that emergency, there are established
in every village what are called pro-
vident magazines of corn, in which
there is obliged to be kept a certain
quantity of rye and barley— (I think
it is three quarters for every soul;
but as only the males are taken in
the census, of course it will only give
half that quantity per head). As it
rarely happens that the harvest is a
complete failure, these stores are sel-
dom drawn upon more than two or
three months in the worst of years,
although, in the years 1848 and 1849,
they were completely exhausted, on
account of the failure of the crops for
two successive years. In fact, in the
spring of 1849, some places were ren-
dered desert by the entire population
dying from want, and scurvy produced
by bad living. Even in the best
organised villages, where the owners
spared neither pains nor expense, the
mortality was fearful. In the most
favoured districts the mortality was
at the rate of from five to ten per
cent in the course of the winter.
What is very remarkable is, that at
this very time, at a distance of per-
haps 300 miles, corn was very plentiful,
and selling at prices little above the
ordinary rates ; but as the tracks were
all broken up, there were no means of
transporting it— there being no roads,'
properly so called, in the interior of
the country ; and when the frost
breaks up, the mud is more than knee-
deep for a space of perhaps three
weeks or a month, and sometimes two
months, when the frost breaks up
very early — as it did in the year 1849,
and again in 1853.
To give a faint idea of what a
Russian road is like in its worst
state, I shall just relate what occur-
red to a friend of mine who was ob-
liged to travel from Ekaterinoslav
to Kharkoff in the month of March,
1853; the distance ;9 about 200
versts, or 140 English miles, and is
generally done in twenty-four hours
or less in the winter or summer. He
was quite alone, without servant or
luggage, except a small portmanteau,
and travelled in the ordinary post-
waggon, which will not weigh alto-
gether more than 3 or 4 cwt. — had five
post-horses to it, the usual number
being three; and, notwithstanding all
thisjie was seven days and six nights
on the road, travelling day and night,
as is the custom in Russia, there being
no inns on the road where to stop.
Now, if travelling by post is attended
with so many difficulties in the spring
of the year, what must be the ex-
pense and trouble of transporting
corn at that time ? It is utterly im-
possible, for its value would be
doubled in about twenty -five miles !
I remember the attempt being made
for rather less than a hundred miles
with horses, but over such fearful
roads they could not load more than
4 or 5 cwt. to each horse: about a
third of the horses perished on the
road, and a portion of the corn was
consequently abandoned, while -the
keep of the cattle on the journey cost
as much, or more, than the corn it-
self, for hay was very dear that year;
and they were about a month going
and returning — the men and horses
being all that time away, and con-
sequently unable to do any useful
labour.
The sufferings of the people during
the years 1848 and 1849 were really
dreadful. At that time I was in the
town of K ; and as there are never
any accounts published of the calami-
ties that may befall the people, of
course it was only afterwards that I
obtained my information from medical
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men, who weresentby the government
to inquire into the state of affairs, and
to render such assistance as the state
of things required, from the stewards
of estates, and from the proprietors
themselves, who were resident on their
properties at the time. .There was
one who, I remember, told me that
he was obliged to leave his village,
which was a small one, as all his
peasants were dead, and he only
made his escape with one man, who
was his servant — that all the others
were lying dead in their huts, with-
out anybody to bury them. Scurvy
in its most malignant form was the
disease that carried them off, which
was no doubt produced by improper
food, for in many instances straw was
chopped up and mixed with the flour
to make bread, which at the best of
times is not very good, being quite
black, and very coarse in appearance.
Of this the quantity was so small that
it was insufficient to keep body and
soul together.
Happily for the country, it is not
often that this state of things occurs,
but then it was produced by the
cholera in 1847 and 1848 and bad
harvests combined.
The want of medical aid is severely
felt in all parts of the empire, for the
immense number of surgeons required
for the army completely drains all the
establishments of their medical stu-
dents, and leaves the country a prey
to all the diseases known, which,
when serious, are generally fatal.
In a large district, containing perhaps
four or five hundred square miles,
there will be not more than two
doctors, and sometimes only one. It
is true that some of the larger pro-
prietors, who reside on their own pro-
perty, keep constantly a medical man
in their house ; but these instances are
very rare, though on most large
estates there are two or three barber-
surgeons who understand cupping and
bleeding, and just enough of medicine
to do harm. I know a large estate
of upwards of two thousand males,
and with the females about double that
number, without any medical man ;
and the nearest town is distant fifty
miles, where resides the district doc-
tor, who has as far to go in every
direction, so that when sent for he
may be as far on the other side of
the town. But the peasants them-
selves have more faith in charms than
physic, which they can only be pre-
vailed upon to take with difficulty. As
for restricting them to any particular
diet, it is useless to attempt it, unless
you can shut them up in a room and
serve them yourself.
The corpora] punishment of serfs is
very common — in fact, of hourly occur-
rence, and very often arbitrarily admi-
nistered, though, according to the law,
no proprietor of serfs can give morfr
than fifteen blows with a stick at one
time ; but this limitation is never
attended to, because the peasant can
get no possible redress, as the very
man to whom he ought to apply in
such a case is often a guest at his
master's table, and known to be in
his pay.* But notwithstanding all
this, when the master is a kind-
hearted man, and resident upon his
own property, the peasants look up
to him like their father and protector;
and it often happens even now, though
some years ago it was much more
frequent, that the free peasants will
come and beg to be set down as serfs,
knowing, at the same time, that they
cannot recover their liberty again.
It is when the master is a cruel man,
which the majority of them are not, or
when the property is left to the care
of intendants and agents, that the poor
peasants suffer most : they are ground
down to supply either the avarice of
the men to whose care they are com-
mitted— who are, for the most part,
Poles — or in order to support their
master, who is revelling in all the
luxury of the capital, or possibly
Paris, and who has not the slightest
idea as to the means by which his
luxuries are procured ; nor does he
wish to know. This last case is cer-
tainly the exception to the rule, and
only occurs when a man is living be-
yond his means.
On most large estates there is gene-
rally about 20 per cent of the entire
population who are domestic servants,
bailiffs, or task- masters, who are di-
vided into classes, the highest of which
is pricashchickj or a man to transmit
orders ; to these is the task assigned of
On the subject of bribery, see infra.
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seeing that the intendant's orders are
punctually obeyed. Under them again
come desiatnichs, who are always
placed over the men at their work, to
see that they do not shirk their duty.
Beside servants and bailiffs, there are
storekeepers, distillers (there is gene-
rally a distillery in every large vil-
lage), shepherds, neatherds, carpenters,
joiners, and a great many other trades
that are carried on in the villages. In
the village where I resided some
years, we had some very good tailors,
and even bookbinders, who, of course,
were apprenticed in the neighbouring
towns ; and the embroidery that used
to be done by a number of young girls
was really astonishing. None of
these things, however, are to be found
where the master is an absentee.
Not only those who hold any office of
this kind are exempted from more
laborious work, but their families are
seldom called upon to work with the
rest, and consequently all their labour
goes to make up for the constant em-
ployment of the heads, who receive no
wages except during the hay- making
season, when all hands are turned out
and a great many more hired, as the
quantity of hay made for sheep- fodder
is something fabulous. The greater
part of the men employed constantly
enj°y great advantages over the
others, as, their families being quite
free to work for them, the greater
the number of children, the greater
the quantity of labour, and the greater
the amount of produce, and conse-
quent riches, of the head of the
family.
None of the peasants can marry
without the previous consent of their
master ; nor can they intermarry with
those of neighbouring villages with-
out the consent of both owners, and
then the owner of the bride generally
makes her a present to the master of
the bridegroom, who of course does
the same on a similar occasion ; but
such matches are of very rare occur-
rence.
The greatest grievance that both
proprietors and peasants have to
complain of, is the frequent levies
of soldiers, which is a great burden
upon them. But it is here the master
shows his greatest power, as he has
the right to send whoever he may
think proper ; and of course, if he has'
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a drunkard, a thief, or a man with
any other great moral defect, he is
made a soldier of; or if there be a man
who is too clever (i. e., understands too
well his position, and is likely to breed
discontent among the others), he, too,
is sent for a soldier ; in fact, all who
are likely to be in the way. During
the present war, the number they
have been obliged to send is enor-
mous ; but the details of this have
been given in our previous paper.
In all the southern governments
there are great numbers of Jews, who
are not allowed to live in the north-
ern, who are encouraged on many of
the large estates under a pretence of
commerce, but really because they
pay the owner for permission to live
there ; and they cause great distress
to the poor serfs by letting them have
thecoru-brandy (nearly all the drinking
houses are kept by Jews) on credit,
and then taking their produce at half
its real value, thus robbing the poor
fellows of their hard-earned money.
The lower orders of Russians are
generally much addicted to drinking,
which is not so much to be wondered
at, when it is taken into consideration
that the corn-brandy of the country
is not much dearer than good beer is
in this country, and at the same time
stronger than our gin. When an in-
habitant of the Ukraine can get a glass
of his favourite liquor, he is happy,
though you never see them merry
when intoxicated, but always more or
less thoughtful; and if they sing, their
soogs are always of a melancholy
description; their dances, indeed,have
very little animation in them. The
old feeling of freedom that existed in
the time of the Hetmans is gone, and
almost forgotten by these degenerate
sons of Cozaks-Zaporojtsi, who in
eastern Europe played a not unim-
portant part in the fate of nations.
They have one very beautiful allegory
of the fate of their country in a song
said to have been composed by Ma-
zeppa, but nobody appears now to
understand it. Mazeppa himself is
execrated by the people, and you can-
not insult a man more than by calling
him Mazeppa.
The most interesting sight perhaps
to be seen iii Little, or rather New
Russia, is the steppes during the hay-
making season. Then these vast soli-
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275
tudes become thickly sprinkled over
with ail active population : where be-
fore all was solitude, now appears
life ; the mower re-setting his scythe,
its sharp passage through the stiff
long grass, the hum of voices, the cries
of the overseers of the workmen, — all
serve to enliven a scene that at all
other times oppresses one with a sense
of deep solitude. The immensity of the
tracks of grass-growing land on some
estates is really amazing ; I know on
one estate 20,000 acres of grass in one
piece. The number of hands required
to make the hay is in proportion to the
size of the hay-field. In this spot I
have frequently seen from five to seven
hundred men, women, and children at
work together : the men cut the grass,
and the others rake it together, and
form it into cocks when it becomes
dried by the heat of the sun. To turn
it as in England is entirely out of the
question, on account of the immensity
of the quantity. As the grass falls so
it dries. It is also stacked on the
spot, being drawn to the stack by
oxen.
Masters and Servants. — The ser-
vants, for the greater part, are the
serfs of their masters ; or when the
latter do not possess any of their own,
they hire them from those who do.
In the northern governments, where
the population is much denser than
in the south, I believe it is a very
common thing for the proprietor to
give his serf a kind of ticket- of- leave
on condition that he pays him a
certain sum annually for this privi-
lege ; the serfs then become domestic
servants, or, possibly knowing a trade,
become journeymen, and sometimes
masters, themselves : when the latter
case occurs, their owners frequently
recall them to the village again, which
of course they object to, and are
made to pay a good price for their
freedom. When a servant is a serf,
and is guilty of anything that may
appear to his master against the rules
of his house, the police are sent for,
and the delinquent is walked off to
receive a good flogging — not with the
knout, however, but simply with a
bunch of rods like a schoolboy ; or he
is put into solitary confinement, ac-
cording to the request of his master,
no inquiry whatever being made as
to why he is punished, if the order
for punishment be accompanied by
the present of a rouble to the police
officer. Men are punished in this way
by mistake, and no notice taken of it.
The men themselves do not consider
it as any disgrace to be flogged,
and they even boast of how much
they can support. I could never
see that this system produced any
beneficial result ; on the contrary, it
only hardened the men, who said that
if they were flogged for nothing this
time, it should be for something the
next. A coachman who was driving
into a gateway met another coming
out, and as neither the horses of the
one nor the other could be made to
back, there was a stoppage for foot-
passengers that lasted two or three
minutes. An officer of police happen-
ing to be passing at the time, ordered
his soldiers to take one of them off
to the police, where he was severely
flogged for what was no fault of his.
If a droshki-driver overcharges or is
impudent, you have only to tell him
to drive to the police, and he falls at
your feet, and will not only return
you the overcharge or beg your par-
don, as the case may be, but offer to
buy you off with a present, because
he knows he will not only receive
his flogging, but be made to pay smart-
ly too, and perhaps lose one of his
horses.
The servants frequently conduct
themselves badly, on purpose to be sent
to the village again. Some masters are
notorious for ill-using their servants,
knocking them about, pulling their
hair, merely for their amusement.
The servants are also rarely to be
depended on, being much addicted to
petty theft, so that nothing can be
left about the room that is not under
lock and key. They rarely, however,
attempt anything on a grand scale.
Sometimes they will, when pushed to
extremity by the cruelty they experi-
ence at the hands of a master, revenge
themselves by trying to take his life,
and generally effectually. One must
be especially careful with servants
who are very obliging, as they have
frequently an interested motive in
gaining the confidence of their mas-
ters,—they are police spies. There
is a much greater degree of famili-
arity between master and servant
than elsewhere. This arises from
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the fact of the servants being slaves,
and about their master's person from
infancy ; but they are not the more
to be trusted for that. This, however,
is not asserting that all servants are
spies, but there is known to be a large
proportion among them. This is the
cause why the French language is so
extensively employed in society, for,
with that language, one has no ne-
cessity for learning Russian (which
few foreigners do), except to speak to
the servants. Within the last four or
five years, however, the Russian
language has come into more general
use, from a feeling of patriotism —
real or pretended; but it is no un-
common thing to meet people, ladies
especially, who speak French much
better than their own language, which
they term barbarous, and always give
the preference to the elegant stranger.
The late Emperor was always pleased
when he found a foreigner who could
speak Russian, which is really a very
fine language, though at present little
cultivated ; it contains all the elements
of a fine tongue, though very difficult
for both natives and foreigners.
The nobles keep a great number of
servants in their houses, especially in
the villages; chiefly men and boys,
who are very often extremely ragged,
but that matters not if every one
in the house have his servant, who
does little else all day than sleep, for
nowhere is one so badly waited on as
in Russia. It seems a general rule,
that the more numerous the servants,
the worse the attendance. I am quite
convinced that whoever has been in
the interior of Russia will bear me
out in this assertion. On entering a
house you have a servant given you,
whose sole duty is to attend to your
wants, which he understands to mean
presenting you all your clothes while
dressing, at the same time assisting
you to put them on if necessary, tak-
ing them off when you undress, and
sleeping outside your door in the
entr'actes of these operations. They
do, however, pretend to make your
bed and clean your room, but it is
only a pretence. If you should be so
unfortunate as to have for attendant
a son of nature fresh from his native
fields, you must expect to have a
great amount of trouble with him, for
he will know nothing of the uses of
any of the utensils necessary in civil-
ised life, and will frequently make the
most ludicrous applications of them.
Crown Peasants. — The state of
the free peasants, or rather the pea-
sants of the crown, is in theory much
better than that of those belonging to
private individuals, but practically it
is much worse, as they are subjected
to the tyranny of petty officials, who
grind them down to the lowest degree.
They have no task-work, and the land
belonging to the community is equally
divided. They are only bound to
furnish a certain proportion of corn
every year to the public granary,
which, in case of need, is supplied to
them, or goes to the benefit of the
crown, as at the present time of war ;
besides this they are subjected to an
annual poll-tax for each male, and
required to furnish horses for any
official who may be travelling through
the country on the crown service, or
for the transport of any stores that be-
long to the government, for which they
receive no payment. These are their
chief duties ; and they have the privi-
lege of drawing lots for soldiers, with
the liberty to circulate over the empire,
which many of them do, engaging in
trade, and even making considerable
fortunes ; they have also the right of
changing their denomination, and be-
coming merchants in towns by paying
for the guild. The officers of the rural
police oppress them very much, tak-
ing from them anything they may
fancy ; and woe be to the unfortunate
man who should think of refusing
them what they demand. In that
case their revenge is something simi-
lar to the tale told in the chapter
on bribery (see infra, p. 285), in
which they are made to give up all
they have, in some instances even
to borrow or steal, to satisfy the de-
mands of justice ! They have often
soldiers quartered upon them, who
tyrannise over them to a fearful extent,
and appear to glory in the idea that
they have some one upon whom they
can wreak their revenge for the
tyranny of their officers. There is
nothing the peasant fears so much as
to have soldiers quartered upon him,
for, by bitter experience, he knows
that neither his wife nor his property
will be respected. The soldier will
• take whatever he thinks proper for
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his own use, and not unfrequently
steal for the use of his officer, the
ideas of the officers on the score of
honesty being as lax as those of the
men.
I will now attempt to describe
the interior of a Little Russian hut.
E
1. Lobby ; 2. Door ; 3. Chimney ; 4. Stove or
oven ; 5. Seat or bench running all round the room ;
6. Large chest that serves for a table.
It is built by inserting a number of
posts into the ground at distances of
about four feet from each other,
which are wattled between, with
spaces left for the doors, and three
or four small holes, about nine inches
or a foot square, for windows. This
done, the walls are plastered with
mud (this is the work of the women)
till they acquire a thickness of about
five or six inches, and the building,
when covered in with straw, is com-
plete : there remain only to be pro-
vided the internal fittings and furni-
ture, consisting of a stove that occu-
pies about a third of the room, with
a wattled chimney in the lobby, a
bench of planks running round the
room, and a large box or chest that
is placed in the opposite corner of the
room to the stove, and serves for a
table as well as for a general recep-
tacle for all the mobile property of
the family. The stove in front is
built nearly up to the ceiling, but
behind there is a large opening,
which serves as a bed for the aged
members of the family; for in this
one room of about ten feet square
you generally find three genera-
tions— the patriarch and his wife,
with two or three married sons and
daughters, with their children. The
old folks, as we have said, sleep upon
the stove, the other members of the
family upon the benches or earthen
floor ; they have generally no beds
but their sheepskins, their tall caps
serving them as pillows. In Russia
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Proper, I have been told, they carry
these things still farther, by keeping
all the family together for centuries,
and adding to the house as it
increases; but in Little Russia the
children leave their homes when the
parents die, giving up the hut to one of
the family, who pays the others their
share, which of course is very small
in amount, as the whole would not
cost more to construct than £4=
or £5.
The Little Russians are very clean-
ly in their persons and houses, com-
pared to the inhabitants of Russia
Proper : the houses are generally
nicely whitewashed both inside and
out, and have, when new, a very
pretty appearance. The costume of
the men in summer consists of a
shirt and drawers of very coarse
home-made linen : the drawers are
made very wide, like Turkish trousers :
to these are added boots and a svitka,
with a tall cap made of lamb-skin,
with wool outwards. On holidays and
great occasions the svitka is made
of coarse undyed wool, and fastened
with a button, and at the waist with
a belt of some gaudy colour. In the
winter they add a sheepskin fur,
and that completes their wardrobe.
The costume of the women consists
of a shirt reaching to the knees,
and a piece of coarse undyed cloth
bound round the waist, and reaching
also to the knees, leaving the feet and
legs bare ; boots like the men, except
that sometimes they are red or
yellow, and a svitka, are added for
holidays. The girls wear on their
heads a fillet, with long streamers of
various -coloured ribbons down the
back, or a coronet of rudely -made
gaudy paper flowers ; the married
Avomen tie up their heads in a
kerchief, hiding all their hair; in
the winter they also add the sheep-
skin fur. The women, however, have
many variations in their costume
there as everywhere : the petticoat is
often made of party-coloured printed
cotton, and the svitka of blue calico,
with a number of red worsted tails
sewn on to it like ermine.
There are few trades followed in
the crown villages, so that they have
to make a great many things for
themselves or go without them, or
wait till there is a fair somewhere in
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the neighbourhood, v.*hen they can
lay in a stock of necessary articles
that cannot be produced at home.
These fairs are very curious in their
way, and generally collect all the
peasantry of the adjoining villages,
with a good sprinkling of the smaller
class of proprietors, who have not
the means of going often to the
town. The goods chiefly sold are
pots for cooking, and dishes of coarse
earthenware, hardware goods, small
windows ready glazed, common print-
ed calicoes, cheap ribbons, paper
flowers, ear-rings of copper gilt, of
the very commonest description,
grocery and indifferent wines from
the Crimea and the Don for the
small gentry, tanned hides, boots
and shoes, rough wheels for bullocks'
cars, and the cars themselves. Here
it is that the peasants dispose of
their spare stock and corn. Their
horses are generally sold to and
bought of the gypsies, who attend
the fairs in great numbers, and are
very expert in cheating in their deal-
ings, as well as in horse - stealing.
Their oxen, sheep, &c. are generally
bought by dealers or exchanged
amongst themselves; the corn usually
finds its way into the hands of the
Jews, who contrive to make a rich
harvest out of these gatherings. On
the whole, the scene has a very
animated appearance, but it is one
which must be seen to be thoroughly
appreciated. On one side you see a
group of the swarthy sons of Egypt
examining the merits of a horse, and
hukstering for the price with some
sturdy peasant with a fine beard ; on
the other, a Jew pedlar trying to
dispose of his wares, and swearing
that his copper ear-rings are solid
gold ; here a woman in holiday attire
is bargaining for pots in which to
cook her borsheh; * there a priest, with
long hair and beard and sweeping
robes, buying incense for his church,
haggling with the huckster, and giving
his blessing to some one at the same
time. A little on the outskirts of the
fair is erected a booth for the sale of
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and tea ; opposite to this is the
brandy-shop, where most of the horse
and cattle bargains are concluded,
and where some of the purchase-
money is left under the name of
muggeritch.% But the finest sight of
all the fair is what is called krasni-
riad, or the street of the finery,
which is usually displayed on tempo-
rary shelves, and covered in with
coarse canvass, each merchant adding
his piece to form a long coWed
avenue ; and here you will generate
find congregated all the belles of the\
country, in^-yellow and red boots, '
with streamed flying, or flowers on
their heads, buying ornaments in
order to touch the hearts of the
swains with love, or those of their
companions with envy ; or perhaps
you may find some rustic lover pur-
chasing presents for his lady-love.
In all this assemblage of rude uncul-
tivated people — I have seen as many
as four or five thousand of them con-
gregated together — there are never
any serious disturbances ; all is order
and quiet ; they seem pleased and
amused with the rude gaiety of the
scene, and enjoy it till it becomes
dark, when some go to their homes,
others to the brandy -shop ; while
those who have goods lie down and
go to sleep upon them, no matter
how inclement the weather. These
fairs in the winter generally last a
week, but in summer rarely more
than one or two days, as time is
very valuable during hay-making and
harvest. If it were not for these
institutions, there would be no
possibility of the peasant's procuring
anything besides what was produced
in his own vil age, where he would
lead the life of a kind of Robinson
Crusoe in the society of others like
himself.
The serfs, in general, have very
limited ideas on the subject of reli-
gion, as they, for the greater part,
can neither read nor write ; they go
to church, where they repeat, with
great devotion, a certain number of
Aves and Paternosters in their own.
* A kind of soup made with cabbage and other vegetables.
t A sour liquor, made from rye flour, which is also used in the preparation of
borsheh.
I In striking all bargains with a Little Russian, it is always a question as to who
shall find muggeritch, or driuking-money, as nothing can be done without drink.
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language, or rather Slavonic, and
cross themselves while the priest is
celebrating mass, which is done with
more or less pomp according to the
occasion, or the riches of the church.
If you ask a peasant, where is God ?
he will generally point to the corner
of the room, where there are hanging
one or more coarse, badly- executed
paintings, representing some of their
which he is firmly per-
are so many gods. This will,
create a smile of pity in Eng-
d, but it is the natural result of
their uneducated state^vhich pre-
cludes them from uncj/rrstanding all
abstract ideas. They must have some-
thing corporeal— something they can
see and feel ; consequently, to abolish
these would be to do away with all
religion in their eyes. In their way
they are very religious : I have even
known some of them who, when they
^are about to commit a sin, will cover
carefully their images, that God may
not see what they are about. They
are very strict in their fasts, which
are very severe, as neithermilk, butter,
eggs, or anything that is produced by
animals, is permitted ; and of course
animal foodis forbidden. Theprincipal
and longest fast is, of course, Lent, when
they do not even eat fish during the
first and last weeks, nor on Wednes-
days and Fridays ; from Good Friday
till after mass on Easter- day, many
of them eat nothing, but spend their
time in watching, fasting, and pray-
ing, being firmly persuaded that Christ
dies and rises again every year at this
time. But when the mass is over on
Easter-day (generally about 4 A.M.),
ample amends is made for the long
fast, by stuffing to a degree that is
really disgusting to look at and think
of: nor is the brandy- cup forgotten ;
for, during the three days that Easter
lasts, it is almost a sin not to be drunk ;
nor are the priests backward in setting
the example in both eating and drink-
ing. There is another curious custom,
which is universal throughout the em-
pire— that of kissing : you frequently
see two men, who can hardly keep
their legs, stop and uncover in the
streets, one saying, " Christos vos-
kres," the other answering, " Vi-istino
voskres ;" they kiss each other three
times on alternate cheeks, and then
walk on to perform the same ceremony
with the next acquaintance they may
happen to meet. They are blindly
attached to their religion ; and this
has been the means employed to arouse
their enthusiasm for the present war,
which, I am told, has been very suc-
cessful in Russia Proper ; but in
Southern Russia it has only met with
partial success, for there the people
are not strongly attached to the pater-
nal government of the Czar, and still
have many traditions of their former
freedom, before the hated Mazeppa.
They think themselves the only ortho-
dox nation in the world, and all others
they call Bussermann, or infidel. They
have very curious notions of the rest of
the world, and regard all foreign coun-
tries as so many provinces belonging to
the Czar. I have frequently been told
that the Turks, incited by the French
and English, had revolted, and that
the latter, finding that the Turks were
not able to do anything against tie
White Czar alone, had revolted too,
although they, the peasants, could not
understand why the French and Eng-
lish should revolt, since, by all ac-
counts, they were much better off than
the Russian peasants, who were the
Czar's own particular people. That
is their idea of the present war, and,
of course, the rebels are to be utterly
destroyed by the power of the Czar ;
for they reason, that, if they were to
revolt, they, who are a great people,
would soon be annihilated ; what must
it then be for those whom they esteem
insignificant in proportion to their
knowledge of them ?
The priests are objects of great ve-
neration, although many of them are
not far removed, in point of education,
from their flock. I have met with
those who could scarcely read, except
their church books, which they had
learned by rote. There are, however,
many who are well educated, and
even learned, but these are chiefly in.
towns. These are the two extremes,
whereas the great body of them Cjaii
read and write, and understand enough,
of the dogmas of the Russo-Greek
Church to keep the people in their
present state. Here also we find the
same system of feeing going on as
elsewhere ; for if they take a fancy to
anything that a peasant possesses, the
owner knows that it is no longer his
property, or he will not receive abso-
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lution when he goes to confession; or
the priest may refuse to bury any of
his family that may die, or to baptise
his children, or may even excommuni-
cate him. All classes fall upon the poor
peasant ! Their greatest oppressors
are the rural police, who exact from
them to their last shirt when they
can. I knew one very intelligent man
among the crown peasants, who said
that his position would be very well
for an uneducated man like himself, if
it were not for the cruel and unjust
exactions of these locusts. These were
his very words. He was always glad
when I talked of England, and the
people there, which I did but very
circumspectly : he made frequent and
very shrewd comparisons between the
two countries, but could not under-
stand how the upper classes could
exist if there were no serfdom, or how
we could get soldiers if we had not
the same system as that existing in
Russia. When I told him how our
soldiers were paid and treated, he only
wondered how it was that every man
was not a soldier. That the law was
alike for rich and poor he could under-
stand, and remarked that it was the
wish of the Emperor that it should be
so in Russia, but that those who were
charged with the execution of it there
had all the po-wer in their own hands ;
that there was no redress for the poor
peasant, who must suffer till the
change came that would sweep away
all their oppressors. He could not ex-
plain what change was to take place,
but was fully persuaded that it must
come ; and if it were not for the ques-
tion of religion mixed up in the pre-
sent war, I am fully convinced that
this would be looked upon as the time
for effecting that change.
The peasantry (as was shown in our
last Number) have to endure great
hardships when troops pass through
their district. The passage of troops
in Russia presents many singular and
striking features* Every Russian re-
giment is composed of four battalions,
each a thousand strong. On the march,
two of these battalions are sent on,
followed by the other two, at the in-
terval of a day or two. These batta-
lions are broken up into companies of
two hundred men each, under a cap-
tain, and directed to hold a parallel
course. These companies are again
subdivided into detachments of about
fifty, and take their way among the
villages, only concentrating before
entering a large town, so that they
generally march over about double the
actual distance by the road. It is a
curious sight to meet one of these de-
tachments on the march. In front of
each party generally marches a man
singing military snatches, with a tam-
bourine, or some such instrument, to
keep up the spirit of his comrades,
while the others join him in the cho-
rus. The effect of this is very strange,
surrounded as one is by the dreary
landscape of a Russian winter, with-
out tree, house, or human being in
sight — nothing but snow both above
and below, for the atmosphere seems
impregnated with it, as the air of
London is with smoke — there, in the
midst of such a wilderness, to meet a
body of armed men, with one of them
at their head, singing, and perhaps
dancing some war-dance.
Russian Travelling. — Many persons
may have given accounts of the dif-
ferent modes of travelling in Russia,
but they for the most part have only
travelled on the roads and better ways
of communication, where no great
difficulties exist; it is in the interior
of the country that all the pleasures
and pains of Russian travelling are to
be found. If you want to go to any
place where there is no post-road, you
must hire a kibitka (unless you have
a carriage of your own) and three
horses. A kibitka is, properly speak-
ing, merely an arched covering of
matting that can be put on to a wag-
gon or sledge : as the kibitka is useless
without the vehicle, the one name is
applied to everything that is covered
in this way. With this you do about
fifty miles a-day, stopping at night to-
rest the horses in miserable huts,
where frequently you can procure
nothing but black bread and a little
milk, with straw or hay to lie upon, if
you prefer sleeping in the huts, where
vermin are generally very abundant,
and the hut crowded. The best way,
and that generally adopted in summer-
time, is to sleep in the kibitka. Every
little luxury or convenience you must
carry with you, or do without it ; cups
and saucers, knives and forks, plates
and dishes, are things unknown in a
Russian hut. All these things are
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sold packed in neat boxes for travel-
ling, and without one of these boxes
few travel. In fine weather, or in the
winter when the roads are good, it is
very bearable ; but in the spring and
autumn it is fearful to be obliged
to travel, with the mud more than
knee -deep; for there are no roads
in the interior of the country, but
merely a broad strip of land that
is set apart for the use of travellers,
and called by courtesy a road ; there-
fore it is easy to suppose what travel-
ling must be through a rich alluvial
soil, in which you have no hard bot-
tom, but the heavier the vehicle, the
deeper it sinks.
I have already given, at page 272,
an example of what travelling is in
spring, over such a mockery of roads
as I have described. The Eussians
say that this state of things only lasts
about three months in the year, and
not always that, while at the other
seasons you can travel faster than in
many other countries. This is so far
true: I have often done myself twelve
miles an hour with a post telega ; but
it frequently happens that, at the very
time you most want to use despatch,
you are detained by bad roads or want
of horses, which is another grievance
that all travellers are subject to, having
frequently to wait hours for horses,
which are not kept in sufficient num-
ber to supply the demand. Besides
all these inconveniences, there is
another that must not be lost sight of.
The ordinary way of harnessing the
horses is three abreast — one in the
shafts, which are drawn tight to a bow
attached to the collar of the shaft-
horse ; and it is the spring of this bow
that keeps the horse in his place, for he
has no traces to draw with : the other
two horses are attached by ropes to a
kind of outrigger at the sides. Now,
neither the ropes nor any other parts
of the harness are ever examined to
test their capabilities, but everything
is made to serve till it gives way ; and
there is generally a breakage of some-
thing to detain the traveller during
every other station upon an average.
The repair of these things does not re-
quire much time, it is true ; but when
they occur frequently during a long
journey, then about one hour in ten is
lost in repairing damages. In conse-
quence of the extreme difficulty of tra-
velling, appointments are never kept
with any degree of punctuality. Even
in the towns, where there are few paved
streets, it is no uncommon thing to
see vehicles sticking fast in the mud.
I have seen carts loaded with mer-
chandise obliged to be dug out, and
have passed through streets indroskies
with the soft mud running under my
legs, while my feet have been on the
driver's back to keep them out of it.
In some government towns the ladies
have been known to pay visits with
oxen to draw their carriages. Picture
to yourself, fair reader, if possible,
your carriage driven up to a door by
bullock- drivers, to the sound of Tsob,
tsoU (the ordinary words addressed
by a Little Russian peasant to make
his oxen go), and leavingyour cards, or
going to a ball in the same manner.
Siberian Convicts. — Those poor con-
victs condemned to Siberia suffer a
martyrdom before they reach their
final place of punishment. There they
are made to work in the mines, and
only allowed to see daylight once a-
year ; or some, for minor offences, are
allowed to work on the surface : others,
again, are sent to colonise the country,
which is covered with snow nine
months in the year ; while the nobles
are merely sent to the towns, where
they live under strict surveillance
of the police. I have been told by
many persons who have inhabited
Tobolsk and other towns, that the
society to be met with there is most
superior, being for the most part com-
posed of political exiles, and conse-
quently of men of good acquirements,
chiefly Poles. The common people,
before being sent away, are generally
sentenced to receive a certain number
of lashes with an instrument called a
pleit, or knout, which is a thick leather
plaited thong about a yard long, at-
tached to a handle about the same
length. The criminal is paraded
through the to\yn with the execu-
tioner and a priest, accompanied by
a drum to call attention, and a guard
of soldiers ; he is then taken to the
scaffold, which is generally erected in
some conspicuous place in the town ;
here he is bound and stripped, and
the executioner takes his place at a
few yards' distant. Upon his crying
" Beware !" he walks slowly up, and
strikes the culprit across the back,
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from the shoulder to the hip ; he then
walks slowly back again to his place,
where he remains a short time, cry-
ing again Beware ! and striking across
the back in an opposite direction. As
every stroke generally draws blood,
and as they are delivered at intervals of
about two minutes, there are few who
can support more than fifteen blows
at a time, some not more than five.
When the unfortunate wretch has re-
ceived as many blows as the medical
man present thinks he can support
without endangering his life, he is
taken to the hospital, where he is
kept till he is in a fit state to receive
the remainder, or a portion of his
sentence, which is only the prelude
to his long and painful journey to the
dreary regions of northern Asia.
Travelling Convicts. — When they set
out, they have gyves riveted to their
legs, and are made to walk with these,
which are excessively painful, chafing
the ankles dreadfully. These are re-
moved about every four or five hun-
dred miles for two or three days, when
they are allowed to rest. While on
the march, they are allowed three
copecks per diem to provide them-
selves with all the necessaries of life —
that is, a little less than a penny far-
thing ! Some of them — serfs who are
sent by their masters for no particular
offence, but simply because they are
obnoxious to them — have no fetters
on their legs, but are chained together
with long chains in groups of four.
The women are never chained.
Merchants. — The class of merchants
in Russia is perhaps the most truly
national, the most independent, and
certainly the most patriotic at the pre-
sent moment. They are chiefly from
Russia Proper, and are men who by
their own exertions have raised them-
selves originally from the state of
serfs to that of freemen, as far as a
Kussian can be free; they have gene-
rally begun as hucksters, or perhaps
shopmen, with a ticket of leave, and a
condition to pay their master a cer-
tain sum annually; then they have
saved money enough to buy their
freedom, then saved a small capital,
and begun business, which has been
gradually extended, till it has reached
colossal proportions. One man whom
I knew, who began in this way, died
worth millions. Of course there are
[Sept,
the descendants of those who com-
menced that still continue trade,
though many of them are desirous of
becoming noble, and will frequently
expend fortunes that their fathers had
toiled for in order to obtain some
trifling rank ; those who are more
sensible continue to walk in their
fathers' footsteps, extending their
commercial relations and fortunes at
the same time. Among these men
are to be found all the old customs
that have now become obsolete among
the nobles.
The merchant class complain most
bitterly of the exactions they are sub-
jected to at the hands of the autho-
rities. Every officer of police must
have his pickings out of them ; one
has to furnish them with cloth for
their uniforms, another with sugar,
a third with tea ; another, again^
will have to make a present of a silk
dress for the wife of Jack in office, or
a piece of linen for his own shirts;
again, the tailors, bootmakers, and
other tradesmen have to work for
them ; in the market they receive all
the provisions they require for their
household. If- any one in the market
should think of refusing to let the
officer of police have what he likes to
take, all that he may bring after that
will be condemned as unfit for food.
The greater the man, the larger the
bribe that must be made to him.
Once I was in the cellar of a very
large wine-merchant, who was speak-
ing very highly of some wine that he
had by him, and regretting that the
quantity was very small, when the
governor of the town entered. The
merchant was cap in hand to his ex-
cellency. His excellency caught sight
of the wine we were speaking of at the
time, and inquired what it was, when,
to my great astonishment, the mer-
chant told his excellency that it was
good for nothing, and he was thinking
of throwing it away, as for his own
reputation he could not think of sell-
ing it. The governor said that he
was very fond of that wine, and
would like to have some when a bet-
ter quality arrived, which he was
assured ought to come very shortly.
When his excellency was gone, I
asked the merchant why he did not
let him have the article he was prais-
ing so highly to me the mmute be-
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fore? With a knowing look he said,
It was much too good for him. How
so? Why, I should be obliged to
send him all I had if he once tasted
it, and my customers would be ob-
liged to wait. But I thought you
kept wines to be sold ? So I do, but
not to be given away ; for during the
three years his excellency has been
in the town, he has always honoured
me with his custom, but never by
paying any of his bills, which I dare
not ask for; so, if I am obliged to
make him a present of all the wines
he may choose to consume, they shall
not be of the best quality.
If any one should be found daring
enough to oppose these exactions, he
is subjected to a hundred petty an-
noyances which the police have it in
their power to inflict. The street
opposite his house is badly swept,
and his servants are carried off, and
kept for two or three days, to the
great inconvenience of the master,
who is eventually obliged to pay to
get them discharged ; then they will
pretend that there is a suspicion that
he has stolen goods concealed on his
premises, and search for them, carry-
ing off, perhaps, something valuable
to be examined, which never comes
back again ; or even the master him-
self is sent to prison, and, though in-
nocent, obliged to pay smartly to get
out again. For all this there is no
redress, so they find that the first loss
is always the least.
The merchants are divided into
three classes or guilds ; those of the
first guild have the right to trade to
any amount, with any part of the
world, to establish manufactories, &c.;
those of the second can only import
goods at one time to the amount of
15,000 roubles ; while those of the
third guild have not the right to im-
port at all, but must employ agents of
either of the other guilds. Of course
the first and second pay more than
the third, but it is very difficult to
know what they really pay, as it va-
ries in different towns— not the duty
exacted by the government, but the
sum required by the president as a
douceur before he will give the receipt
and sign the necessary papers. They
are also subjected to taxes that vary
according to the guild, as to the ex-
actions of the police, before mentioned.
The Bribery of the Officials.— There-
is one thing that, so long as it lasts,
will prevent Russia from taking her
rank among the great civilised na-
tions of Europe, and that is the vast
system of bribery that is carried on
in all the public offices. It may ap-
pear strange to say a system of brib-
ery, but so it is. Bribery forms the
rule and honesty the exception in all
matters relating to law or the govern-
ment, though, doubtless, there are
some few honest and honourable men
to be found in the Russian empire ; but
I am forced to say that the number is
very small. Peculation is again an-
other very prevalent sin, and general-
ly practised throughout the country,
otherwise how could men live upon
the miserable pittance allowed them
by the government for their services ?
All this, however, is not considered
as a stain upon men's characters; on
the contrary, as it prevails universal-
ly throughout the country, there is
no dishonour attached to it. As an
instance of its extent, I will just cite
an example that came under my own
observation not long since : A man,
a staff officer in the military service,
holds a situation, the salary of which
io about ,£70, and to be able to retain
his place, he is obliged to pay, for the
protection of another man, £1000
per annum ! ! This he not only does,
but keeps up a large establishment of
servants, horses, &c. It will be na-
turally asked, how can he do it ?
Why, by bribery, which renders his
place worth to him about £4000 or
£5000 a-year. Nobody ever thinks
of inquiring about the salary attached
to any office, but how much can be
made in it ?
There is a work in the Russian
language which unfortunately I do not
possess, in which this system is very
well described in a short dramatic
sketch, the subject of which is, as
near as I can remember, as follows :
A peasant of the crown, known to be
rich, is summoned for having some
utensils for distilling illicit brandy on
his premises, which were placed there
on purpose to entrap him by some
one employed for that purpose. After
going on for two or three years, dar-
ing which time the poor fellow is
made to pay smartly to the clerks,
and secretaries, and other employe's
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of the criminal court, the affair goes
to the president or judge, and accord-
ingly the quasi criminal waits upon
the great man at his own house. On
inquiring of the servant if he can see
his master, he is informed that he is
particularly engaged at that moment,
and he is requested to wait. After
waiting for a considerable length of
time, during the whole of which he
has seen the judge through the open
door walking up and down in the
next room smoking, he again ven-
tures to ask the servant when lie can see
his master; and on receiving the same
answer, he informs the lackey that he
wants to see him upon some urgent
business, backing his argument by
the present of a rouble. Serv. " Why
didn't you say that before ? I remem-
ber now, master told me to admit
you when you called." The suitor is
admitted. Presid. "Well, my good
man, yours is a very bad case ; all
the implements found upon your pre-
mises. I am afraid it will go hard
with you, and that nothing can save
you from Siberia." Peas, (falling
upon his knees). — " But, father !
protector ! I am innocent, quite in-
nocent ; I knew nothing of those things,
and have proved it." Presid. " Yes,
yes, but still they were found; you
cannot disprove that fact. It grieves
me to see so good a man as you ap-
pear to be sent to Siberia, and I would
help you with pleasure ; yet, what am
I to do ? " Peas. " Allow, at least, my
wife to go with me ; it will be some
comfort to me in my misfortune."
Presid. " I would with pleasure, my
good man, but you know the law
must be fulfilled, and I don't know
whether your wife can go or not.
Do you happen to know where I
could get a good milch cow ? milk is
so difficult to procure in a town. Mind,
it must be a good onel" Peas. "I
have one at home that would just suit
you, sir, and she is heartily at your
service. Can my wife go with me,
sir ? " Presid. " Well, I'll see what I
can do for you. Don't forget the cow !"
Peas. " May the Lord bless your
honour ! But, then, what will become
of the children when we are both gone
away ? Perhaps you could let them
go too, sir?" Presid. "No, it will be
a great favour if I can procure per-
mission for your wife to go with you ; '
as for the children, that's impossible,
and not to be thought of, Do you
know that my corn-factor has dis-
appointed me, and not sent in the oats
according to contract, and by to-mor-
row night I shall have none to give
my horses, and you know it is im-
possible to procure any in town."
Peas. " I have some at home, sir, and
shall only be too happy to send them.
May the children go, sir ? " Presid.
" You may send in at the same time
some of the best wheaten flour for my
table, and some rye for that of my
servants." Peas. " I will be sure to
send it, sir. May the children go ? "
Presid. " Well, since you wish it so
earnestly, I will try what I can do for
you." Peas. " God bless you, sir!
But isn't it hard that a poor man
should be sent away from his com-
fortable home, where his fathers and
grandfathers have lived before him,
because some one chose to hide uten-
sils for distilling on his premises?
Perhaps you could get me off alto-
gether if you were to try ! Do try to
save a poor man from ruin ! I shall
be grateful to you for ever." Presid.
" Oh ! that is not to be thought of;
the whole affair has been sent to the
senate, and consequently is out of my
hands. Pray, could you tell me where
I could get a good pair of black horses
for my wife's new carriage? I am told
there are some good horses in your
neighbourhood. I should like them a
good match." Peas. " I have at home
just such a pair as you want, sir, a
beautiful match, four years old ; they
are much too good for my use. I will
send them to you, sir, with the cow,
the oats, and the flour. Do you think
it likely I may get off, sir?" Presid.
" I doubt it very much ; nevertheless,
I will try all I can for you : in the
mean time, you send in to-morrow the
cow, oats, flour, and horses. Stay,
you may as well send, at the same
time, some fresh butter, — say 100
pounds or so ; some honey, if you
have it, or any other little country
delicacy." Peas. "I will send all
you want, sir ; but say, only say, I
shall not be sent to that dreadful
place ? " Presid. " You may call
again in three or four days, and I
will let you know what I have done ;
but mind, I promise nothing." Peas.
(bowing down to the ground). " God
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285
bless your honour, you have made ine
a happy man." Presid. " Do not
hope too much ; I am not sure that I
can save you, but will do all I can.
Don't forget the flour, the oats, the
cow, the honey, the butter, the horses,
and anything else you think I should
like." Peas. " I'll forget nothing,
sir."— (Exit.} Presid. (solo.) — " I
think that a pretty good morn-
ing's work, when that man's inno-
cence was proved, and his acquittal
made out and signed yesterday. I
have it in my drawer at the present
moment. It will be a lesson to him
in future to keep out of the law."
This is, as well as I can remember,
the subject of the dramatic sketch
above mentioned, and taken from a
work entitled Scenes from Life. It
may be a little exaggerated, but that
similar things have occurred I do not
for a moment doubt. It is a com-
mon saying, that in London you can
get anything for money ; and in Rus-
sia, I believe, you may do anything
for money.
It would be well if all the cases
ended as well as the one above cited.
I remember very well a woman, a
widow, being accused of infanticide.
She was in very good circumstances,
possessing two mills and other pro-
perty worth probably some £300.
The affair was arranged as follows :
Some one belonging to the court pre-
tended to discover some flaw in the
evidence, and offered to prove her
innocence if a certain sum were paid
down to him. One of the mills was
sold to pay him, and the judge
appeared to waver, but eventually
overruled the objection. Then the
advocate threw up the case, having
received his fee, and another took it
up in the same manner. The judge
wavered in his decision again, and so
on, till the poor woman had disposed
of all she had, and paid the proceeds
into the hands of one or other of the
members of the court, who, of course,
shared with the judge. When all the
resources were at an end, the woman
was despatched to Siberia, after being
kept in suspense for about eighteen
months. The way in which all law
business is transacted greatly facili-
tates this. There are no open courts
as in England — no oral testimony;
everything is done in writing, and
VOL. LXXVIII. — NO. CCCCLXXIX.
every paper must be stamped. The
sale of this stamped paper is the
source of an enormous revenue to the
Russian government. The manner
of proceeding is nearly as follows :
A. owes B. a certain sum of money.
B. writes a paper stating the fact,
and reclaiming through the aid of the
law, which he presents to a particu-
lar division of the civil court. If this
paper be not accompanied by a dou-
ceur proportioned to the amount
claimed, he is sure to have it return-
ed at the end of, perhaps, a month,
with the observation that it is not
written according to the established
form, or that it is not upon the right
description of paper. There are se-
veral kinds of stamped paper, and
rules, which no one knows, laid down
for their use.) B. prepares another
paper, which is rejected in the same
manner, and so on, till, by finding
that he is losing money and time, he
produces the required douceur, when
A. is informed officially that B. claims
such a sum of him, and is required to
send a written answer into court,
stating whether he acknowledges it a
just debt or not. If A. deny the debt,
then B. is called upon to produce his
witnesses, whose affidavit is taken
down in writing upon stamped paper,
subject to the same difficulties as the
first paper. Suppose A. has no other
defence to make, then the affair (if a
douceur be given) goes before the
president and councillors of the court
for decision, where it is likely to re-
main till the president obtains his
lion's share of the spoils of the poor
plaintiff, who is generally very fortu-
nate if he does not lose more than
25 or 30 per cent of the original debt
due to him. What affords these
gentlemen the richest harvest is a
case of disputed property, where
they are likely to be paid by both
parties.
As a proof that it is utterly impos-
sible to do anything without paying,
I will cite an instance that came un-
der my own observation. A gentle-
man of property in Southern Russia
had a dispute about some property
which belonged to him, but which-
was claimed by another person. The
affair had been going on for years in
the manner mentioned above, and
had been removed by appellation from
286 Life in the Interior of Russia.
court to court, till at length it had parties. Finding
reached the senate of Moscow, the
highest court of appeal in the empire.
The rightful owner of the property,
in order to hasten on the affair, went
to Moscow himself, where he saw the
secretary of the senate, who promised
him that it should be decided in his
favour upon condition that he should
give so much per cent upon the value
of the property. The gentleman of-
fered the money at once, but the offi-
cial said he would only accept of it
when the cause was decided in his
favour. A month or six weeks after-
wards they met in the street, and the
secretary invited his client (if I may
so call him) into his office, where he
showed him an entry in the sealed
book of the court, in which the deci-
sion was given in his favour. Not
having sufficient money about Mm at
the moment, he promised to go to his
hotel and return immediately; but,
on arriving, he reflected that, as the
affair was already settled, entered in
the book, and signed by all the
members of the court, it would be
useless to pay the secretary now
all was done, ordered post-horses, and
set out on his journey homeward.
When he arrived, he called all his
neighbours together, and made them
a feast to rejoice over his success.
But it was " diamond cut diamond."
A few days after this he received the
official notification that it had been
decided against him, and that the
property was to pass into the posses-
sion of his adversary. It is incom-
prehensible how this could have been
managed ; for there is a string passed
through every leaf of an official book,
with the ends sealed so that it is im-
possible to cut out the leaf and re-
place it by another ; but there ap-
pears to be some means of cheating
justice even at the last moment,
when everything is decided.
I can give another instance of the
rapacity of the officials. Some years
ago, a gentleman, a foreigner, had
realised a considerable sum, about
70,000 roubles, by keeping a school ;
and, wishing to retire to his own coun-
try, gave up his establishment, giving
at the same time notice to all who
were owing him money that he must
be paid. I believe there were about
30,000 roubles owing him by different
[Sept.
that no one paid
him, he determined to have recourse
to the law. But notwithstanding his
long residence in Russia, he counted
without his host : the affair went on
for some two or three months without
any results, when, getting tired of
waiting, he thought he had better
leave the country with what he had,
and gave notice accordingly that he
was ready to forego all his claims, at
the same time apply ing for his passport.
The Russian officials thought it too
rich an opportunity to let the game
slip thus through their fingers. He
received a notification that he could
not leave the country so long as he
had any affairs unsettled at any of
the courts of law. He answered that
he declined preceeding any farther in
the matter, and forgave all his debtors.
But this was of no avail, they would
not let him go ; and it was only
after a detention amounting to nearly
two years, and a sacrifice of 20,000
roubles, that he could get away. Of
course, the 30,000 owing him he never
obtained, and was only too glad to
make his escape at that price.
I think these instances will give a
.pretty good idea of the manner in
which these things are carried on.
But the subject is so vast that it would
be inexhaustible, were one to detail
all the means that are employed to
extort money or anything else out of
the poor suitors. These hawks are
not at all particular as to what they
accept. I remember one poor fellow
who had a lawsuit, when asked for a
douceur, said he had no money. But
the official was not to be put off with
that excuse ; he inquired what was
the most valuable article the suitor
had, and on hearing that it was a
pair of patent-leather boots, imme-
diately seized upon them, saying,
that if they would not fit him, they
would somebody else, and promised
to call for them in the evening!
Small quantities of brandy of the
value of fourpence or sixpence, are
frequently accepted. Nothing is too
insignificant for the swoop of these
birds of prey, who are protected by
the double-headed eagle which they
wear on their buttons.
Peculation. — The system of pecu-
lation is again equally extensive,
but less generally known ; but there
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287
is no doubt that a very large per-
centage of the public money, that
is destined to useful improvements,
finds its way into the pockets of
those who are charged with the exe-
cution of the imperial projects. The
mode of proceeding is very curi-
ous. A bridge is to be built, and a
competition is announced for the con-
tract to supply the materials, although
the matter has long since been ar-
ranged between the contractor and
the man who has charge of the works.
But this is the form laid down by the
law. If there should be anybody else
to compete, he is either bought off or
bullied out of it; but this occurs very
rarely. Having arranged all these
preliminaries, the contractor proceeds
to supply the materials, which are ac-
cepted and pronounced good by the
officer charged with the construction,
although worth perhaps about half
the sum put down in the estimate.
This worthy gentleman pays the con-
tractor a small commission over the
value of the materials, and pockets the
remainder. The business is not yet
settled. When the bridge is built, it
has to be inspected by some superior
officer, who, in his turn, fleeces the
builder of a part of his profits, and
sends in a report that the bridge is
well built, and likely to last the re-
quired time. This is the way in which
nearly all the government jobs are
managed, and the consequence is that
you seldom find anything well con-
structed. The bridge above men-
tioned, which ought to last thirty or
forty years, is possibly carried away
at the end of five or six years, which
is generally attributed to the great
floods that took place in that year ;
whereas, had the .bridge been proper-
ly constructed, it would have stood
against any flood, the strength of
which is easily calculated, and pro-
vided for. But that is not their ob-
ject, which is that of the boot-mender,
who to obtain work will repair the
boots in one place, and rip a thread
in another, so that he may have an-
other job again soon.
As a proof that peculation is car-
ried on systematically, I will cite an
instance that came under my own ob-
servation. A young German officer
of engineers, who was rather more
scrupulous as to peculation than his
brother officers, applied, after some
years of useful service to the country,
to his superior officer that he would
present him to the emperor as oue
worthy of a re ward. He was answer-
ed that he should be rewarded for his
application to his profession. Shortly
after this he was intrusted with the
construction of some extensive govern-
ment works, and sent to a distant
government, where he remained two or
three years. On his return he present-
ed himself to his superior, and reported
that he had completed the works he had
been charged to superintend, adding,
that if he was thought before worthy
of notice, he must be still more so now,
and that his former application had
never been noticed. The superior
said he was to be more explicit.
Upon which he said that he had never
met with any encouragement for his
talents; that, having completed rather
an arduous task, he thought he might
expect some gratification at the hands
of the government. The chief smiled,
and remarked that he had already en-
joyed his reward, as, having to pre-
pare all the plans, conclude and pay
all the contracts, he ought to consider
himself amply rewarded. The officer
stood convinced at once, and for ever,
that in the Russian service honesty
was not the best policy. He is living
at the present moment upon his pay,
of about £75 per annum, and expend-
ing not less than £400 per annum ;
yet he does not make debts ! The
lesson was not lost upon him. We
must only take this case as one that is
occurring every day, and which proves
that a man ceases to become " the
noblest work of God " in the holy
Russian empire.
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Zaidee: a Romance. — Part X.
[Sept,
ZAIDEE: A ROMANCE.
PART X. — BOOK III.
CHAPTER VIII. — VISITORS.
" ARE we to have a party here to-
day, Maria Anna ? " asks Mrs Bur-
tonshaw. " I might have had a
decent cap on, you know, if anybody
had taken the trouble to mention it.
What is it to be?"
" Not a party, my dear Elizabeth,
only a few friends from town to spend
the day — a country repast, and a stroll
by the river," says Mrs Cumber-
land.
" A few friends — there's no end of
people at the gate," cried Sylvo,
stretching himself out before the mir-
ror. Appearances there are not unsatis-
factory, it is to be presumed, for Sylvo
sets himself up as a pillar at one side
of the open bow-window, and waits
with great composure for the inroad
of guests.
The flowing of the tide immediately
becomes audible by a great many voices
and footsteps in the hall. This hall is
square like the house, well-sized and
airy, and decorated with some
" images," as Mrs Burtonshaw calls
them, and a series of casts of the
friezes of the Parthenon. The inde-
finite sounds merge into a universal
laugh, and then the door is opened,
and Mr Cumberland enters at the
head of a numerous party — a party
much too numerous to be announced
one by one. It is " Steele's last "
which brings in Mr Cumberland's
company with such a breath of laughter.
" Some one remarked how cool the
hall was," said a stout gentleman, with
a chuckle. u No wonder," says he,
" look at all the friezes;" whereupon
Sylvo's teeth appear once more under
the clump of brushwood, and a great
" ha, ha " from the bow-window swells
the universal mirth.
" Who is Mr Steele? " asked Mrs
Burtonshaw.
44 A poor rascal of a painter — any
work to do, ma'am ?" says somebody,
putting up his hand to his forehead,
and pulling a lock of long hair in mock
obeisance. u Got a wife and family
—do it as cheap as another. Miss
Cumberland here will speak to my
character — servant, ma'am."
44 Poor old Steele, he is coming to
poverty in his old days," said some-
body else behind. With unmingled
consternation Mrs Burtonshaw looked
on and listened. If the poor gentle-
man was coming to poverty, was that
a subject to be mentioned in polite so-
ciety to hurt his feelings ? — and old !
The 4' poor gentleman" in question was
of a slim and pliant figure, closely but-
toned up, with long hair untouched by
grey, and a face of beardless youthful-
ness. " It will give me great pleasure,
sir, I am sure, to be able to help you
in any way," said Mrs Burtonshaw,
with a curtsey of antique politeness,
puzzled, yet compassionate ; and Mrs
Burtonshaw gave the cut direct to the
unfeeling personage who proclaimed
the poverty of Mr Steele, and whom
Mr Cumberland was now presenting
to her. 44 1 have no patience with
men who trifle with other people's
feelings, my love," said Mrs Burton-
shaw, retiring to give her countenance
to Zaidee — " of course, though he is an
artist, the poor gentleman does not
wish any one to know his poverty. I
wonder, for my part, how people can
have such bad hearts ! "
But a great many other persons fill
the room to distract the attention of
Mrs Burtonshaw. There are ladies in
gorgeous brocade, and ladies in simple
muslin ; there are little parterres of
bonnets so leafy and flowery that they
might almost do to replace the clusters
of floral ornament in these rustic
baskets on the lawn. There are
gentlemen in all the varieties of morn-
ing costume, and gentlemen in full
dress, looking very odd and uncomfort-
able in the fresh early daylight —
young gentlemen with clumps of
mustache like Sylvo, who have no-
thing particular to say ; and elderly
gentlemen, who are rampant, each on
his particular hobby, riding very hard
by the side of Mr Cumberland, who, in
his delightful candour, is ready to trot
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289
with all. A cluster of the most dis-
tinguished members of the company
have gathered round Mrs Cumberland,
and Mary is surrounded by a gay
crowd, on the extreme border of which
stands Zaidee with Aunt Burtoushaw
by her side ; everybody is asking who
•everybody is, or answering the same.
The mirror sparkles with the figures
that move upon it — the gay colours
and universal animation. Mrs Bur-
tonshaw in her turn becomes interest-
ed, and plies Zaidee with questions.
Who is this gentleman, for instance,
who is a little bald, and prys about
with an eye-glass ? Perhaps he hears
the question, for he immediately ad-
vances to Miss Elizabeth Cumberland,
to whom he has been presented, and
makes his bow.
" Have you seen Mrs Montague
Crawson? " asks this personage, peer-
ing eagerly though his eye-glass.
" Have you not been introduced to
my wife, Miss Elizabeth ? That is
Mrs Montague Crawson yonder, that
lady in the green shawl."
" Then he has only his wife, I sup-
pose, and nothing more, my dear? " says
the puzzled Mrs Burtonshaw, when
Mr Crawson has taken himself away.
*' Oh yes, he has his eye-glass," says
an adjacent young lady, "just as these
young gentlemen who support the
window have a mustache, each of
them." The speaker laughs innocently,
unwitting that this is Sylvo's mother
who refuses to smile upon her. Mrs
Burtonshaw draws herself apart in
kindling wrath.
" Tell us how you did about that
picture — that great old master. Is it
a Steele or a Zurbaran ? " asks some-
body in the crowd, addressing the
former hero of Mrs Burtonshaw's
sympathy.
" Yes," it's quite true, I put in the
word," acknowledges Mr Steele. "Do
you think I haven't timber enough in
my head to paint another ? How is
Mrs Steele ? Mrs Steele is not here,
-she's gone over the Channel. Don't
mention it, but I have as good a
chance as another; all the ships in the
world don't get safe to their journey's
^nd."
Zaidee, who was looking on with a
smile, felt her hand vehemently grasp-
ed by the indignant hand of Aunt
Burtonshaw. " Come away from that
inhuman man, child!" cried the good
lady, under her breath. " What does
Maria Anna mean, I wonder, by
bringing such people here 1 enough
to destroy the morals of her children.
Mary ! Why, Mary is laughing with
him, as if he were the most innocent
person in the world. Who is this
poor Mrs Steele, Elizabeth, my love ? "
asked Mrs Burtonshaw, with sad so-
lemnity.
" She is a very pretty lady, Aunt,"
said Zaidee, laughing a little at the
very matter-of-fact understanding of
good Aunt Burtonshaw.
" Well, it is very sad for her, pool-
thing," said Mrs Burtonshaw, " but
I am glad enough that he is married,
for Mary's sake, and all these young
people. You are a great deal too
frank, you young ladies. Come here
and sit by me, Elizabeth. I cannot
let you go near that dreadful man."
But they continue to hear this
dreadful man notwithstanding, and
he is telling some bon mots and
puns of his own with the simplest
glee in the world. " ; What are you
doing copying this ? .' says Hilton to
me one day. It was a sketch of a bull's
head in the British Institution. What
is the British Institution now, you
know?" said Mr Steele. "'Why,
there's no interest in it.' 4 No,' says
I, ' no interest— it's all capital ! '" To
Mrs Burtonshaw's infinite disgust,
everybody laughed, and everybody
continued to stand round Mr Steele,
expecting something else to laugh at.
He had just begun to another of his
reports, when a little lady standing
by touched him on the arm. " I see
you have quite forgotten me," said
the little lady, who was plump and
pretty. " I met vou once at Holly lee,
Mr Steele— Mrs Michael."
Mr Steele receded a step, and made
one of his bows of mock humility.
" I know it was one of the angels,"
said the wit with a characteristic
hesitation, "but I had forgot the
name."
In the severity of exasperated vir-
tue, Mrs Burtonshaw rose. "Mary,
you ought not to listen to such a per-
son," cried Mrs Burtonshaw audibly.
"I cannot tell what Maria Anna
means by it — it is dreadful ; and
there is a Mrs Steele too 1 "
"There has been a Mrs Steele, I
290
Zaidee : a Romance. — Part X.
am happy to say, any time these
thirty years," said the object of Mrs
Burtonshaw's wrath, with a perfect-
ly innocent smile.
Mrs Burtonshaw turned round upon
him once more with open-eyed asto-
nishment. " Do you mean that he's
a wandering Jew ? " cried poor Mrs
Burtonshaw, who was put to her wit's
end.
"You are quite right ; no one knows
how old he is." " I hear he has got
great-grandchildren," cried one and
another, eager to promote the good
lady's delusion. "The more shame
for him ! " said Mrs Burtonshaw
solemnly, " to speak in that way of a
very pretty lady, and to make com-
pliments to other people. I shall
never give such things my sanction,
you may be sure."
Amid much suppressed and restrain-
ed laughter Mrs Burtonshaw turned
away ; but the charm of the joke re-
mained in the fact that this privileged
talker, who happened to be a man of
the most tender conscience, was struck
with compunction forthwith. This
gay spirit, with its fund of invention
and retort, its wit and mirth and
daring sallies, was a spirit imbued
with the most susceptible and trem-
bling piety. "A Steele" was just
as good a synonyme for a joke as for
a picture in the understanding of
those who knew the artist best. He
had relinquished a hundred other
" carnal inclinations," very innocent
to other men, with the purest self-de-
nial, but he could not get his wit
weeded out from his life as he could
[Sept.
his play-going. With the most un-
pretending simplicity he bewailed this
sad necessity to "talk nonsense," which
he could not overcome ; and Mrs
Burtonshaw's indignation awoke the
slumbering self-reproof. He who
called himself a religious man had
compromised his character ! — perhaps
he had crossed the borders of inno-
cent jesting — perhaps jesting was
never at all an innocent amusement.
Mr Steele did not recover himself till
his audience were wearied of waiting,
and it was only when the power of
his self-condemnation was expended
that the fresh heart which kept him
youthful came back with a rebound ;
he passed out into the sunshine —
among the gay young voices, the
sounds and the fragrances of summer
— and was himself again.
There was no end of people, as
Sylvo said, and there was no end to
the tastes and inclinations which ani-
mated them. Mr Cumberland's beau-
tiful lawn was dotted with gay groups,
and the white blossoms of the acacia
fell upon other heads than the musing
head of Zaidee. Then came an after-
noon dinner — " a country repast," as
Mrs Cumberland called it — and then
a great deal of talk and music, of flirt-
ation and criticism, indoors and out
of doors. But there was no Mr
Vivian to make the day a charmed
day for Mary Cumberland, or a day of
terror to Aunt Burtonshaw. The in-
vasion of guests proved a sedative to
the fears of the old lady, and kept
the younger one out of the enchanted
world of her own thoughts.
CHAPTER IX. — THE EVILS OF KNOWING AN AUTHOR.
"What are you reading, Mary?
I want you to come and take a drive
with me, my love," said Aunt Burton-
shaw. u You ought to have a rest to-
day, after entertaining all these people.
Come, my darling, and drive with me.
What are you reading? "
" It is a novel, Aunt Burtonshaw,"
said Mary with humility.
"It is that beautiful book of Mi-
Vivian's. I arn delighted to see how
Mary's taste improves," said Mrs
Cumberland from her sofa; " one al-
ways feels more interest in a book
when one knows the author. I shall
ask him to put his autograph upon
our copy when he comes here."
" And pray what are you reading,
Elizabeth? " asked Mrs Bnrtonshaw.
" It is Mr Vivian's poems, aunt,"
said Zaidee.
" Upon my word, I should be glad
to know who Mr Vivian is, or what
he means," said Mrs Burtonshaw;
" you used to be glad of rational oc-
cupations— you used to do your needle-
work, and take drives and walks,
and like a little conversation : now
you have books all day long — books
.morning and evening ; and it is al-
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ways Mr Vivian. Who is Mr Vivian
then? will nobody tell me? Is he only
an author ? Now, I don't want to
hear that he is a delightful young
man, Maria Anna. 1 don't think such
things are fit to be said before these
children. Who is Mr Vivian ? that
is what I want to know."
" It is not because of Mr Vivian I
am reading," said Mary, faltering at
this unusual fib; " if you only would
look here, Aunt Burtoushaw, there Js
some one so like Elizabeth here."
Involuntarily Zaidee started ; she
felt as much disposed to answer Aunt
Burtonshaw's question, and tell her
who Percy was, but how should she
know ? So Zaidee was silent, putting
constraint upon herself. Aunt Burton-
shaw was not satisfied.
" If you will please me, Mary, yon
will come and let me have my drive,
and I will look at your book to-morrow,"
said Mrs Burtonshaw. It was a great
effort of self-sacrifice on Mary's part.
She rose reluctantly, and with much
deliberation put her book aside.
She could not tell Sylvo's mother
never to speak to her of Sylvo again,
and Mary remembered with a blush
her almost determination to put up
with Sylvo before he arrived at Twick-
enham. Things had changed wonder-
fully since that time — there was an
immense gulf between her feelings
now and her feelings then. Sylvo
had not changed the least in her esti-
mation ; he was the same good fellow
he always was ; but Mary would
rather have dropped quietly into the
river under the willows than made up
her mind to marry Sylvo now.
When Mary left the room with
Aunt Burtonshaw, Zaidee continued
to read the Poems of Percy Vivian ;
these were mostly fragments — snatches
of wild song — sketches of great things
incomplete, versatile and brilliant
and changeable. She thought no one
filse could understand as she did the
chance allusions to the family history
which ran through Percy's verses ; no
one cfuld recognise like her that wild
tumultuous atmosphere, the rush of
wind and mass of cloud, which filled
the firmament of Percy's song. This
was not like Margaret's landscape ; it
was nature, every word of it, alive
with air and motion ; no rigid por-
trait, but an animated reflection of
the scenes familiar to him. While
Zaidee read, her heart went back out
of this mild and gentle landscape,
with its noble river and its verdant
woods. She saw those oaks Agonistes,
every one of them, with the red
leaves stiffening on their branches,
and the young foliage thrusting slow-
ly through the last year's garments,
which were so slow to fall. Instead
of the drooping blossoms of that beau-
tiful acacia, Zaidee saw yonder fierce
little hill of Briarford, with all its
golden and purple glories, its gorse
and heather, and that old warm
family home lifting its face to the
winds, wistfully gazing on the flat
country into the cloudy horizon and
the far-off sea. Her mind was far
away, wandering over those well-re-
membered places, which memory in-
vested with an imaginative charm.
She had no recollection of this wealthy
home at Twickenham, Mrs Cumber-
land upon her sofa, or Sylvo out of
doors with his cigar, or the great
mirror which gathered everything
together within its pictured breadth.
The mirror caught her own beauty
unawares, and held it up to everyone
who entered, though Zaidee's face
was turned away from the door ; but
Zaidee thought of nothing but of
what she found within those pages,
the atmosphere and heart of her early
home.
" Elizabeth 1 " said Mrs Cumberland.
Zaidee looked up with a momentary
pang. She felt as if called back from
the Grange suddenly, and called back
from her recollections. Mrs Cum-
berland was beckoning to her with her
hand.
** Come here, Elizabeth, my love ;
I have something to say to you. Sit
down," said the lady of the house,
pointing to a stool beside her. Zaidee
obeyed quietly, as it was her custom
to obey. Mrs Cumberland cleared
her throat, and seemed to have a
momentary difficulty in making a be-
ginning.
"My dear child, Mr Vivian will
be coming here one of these days, I
trust," said Mrs Cumberland, still with
a little hesitation.
" Yes, " said Zaidee. Zaidee
grasped the edge of her seat with
her hands in dismayed apprehen-
sion. Could her secret be known?
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" Of course you are sure to be much
struck with him," said Mrs Cumber-
land. " Already you are prepossessed
in his favour ; and I can safely say
he is a most delightful young man.
Now, my dear love, tell me candidly,
is your heart quite free, Elizabeth ?
Be frank with me, my dear."
The deepest crimson flushed on
Zaidee's face; she raised her head
with an involuntary dignity. " Per-
fectly free," said Zaidee somewhat
emphatically, though in a hurried
under-tone. She felt a little ashamed
of questioning like this.
UI have thought of you a great
deal, Elizabeth," said Mrs Cumber-
land. " You are not quite like other
girls, my dear. When you marry, it
will be proper that your bridegroom
should know your real name, and all
your circumstances ; and perhaps
finding that you were not really our
daughter — though I am sure I love
you like one, my dear child — you must
not be offended — might make a dif-
ference with some young men. But
there is one way in which you have
more advantages than Mary ; and I
feel certain that Mr Vivian, for ex-
ample, who is a poet and an enthu-
siast, will be sure to admire you very
much. I should not like you to make
a common match, Elizabeth. I have
always set my heart on something
quite out of the usual way for you.
Now, you would please me very much,
my dear child, by encouraging Mi-
Vivian a little, if he seems disposed
to pay his addresses to you ; and do
not be too shy, but let him see you,
and form a proper opinion of you when
he comes here. My love, you need
not blush and frown, and look so dis-
turbed ; what I am saying to you is
quite proper, and not compromising
you in any way. Will you attend to
what I say, Elizabeth, my dear ? "
" Oh, no, no ; do not bid me. I do
not want ever to go away; let me
stay always at home," said Zaidee,
turning her flushed and agitated face
towards Mrs Cumberland, but not
venturing to raise her eyes. " You
have been very good to me so many
years ; let me stay, if it is only to be
your servant, and take care of you
when Mary is married. I wish for
nothing else — do not speak to me of
anything else ; let me stay at home."
Mrs Cumberland patted softly with
her thin fingers upon Zaidee's hand.
" That is all very well, my love ; that
is what all young ladies say at first,"
said Mrs Cumberland with a smile.
" I will not say any more at present.
You know my wishes ; I leave the
rest to time and your own heart, and
— Mr Vivian. Now, my dear child,
go back to your book ; I have said all
I have to say."
When Zaidee rose, the first thing
which caught her eye was the reflec-
tion in the mirror of Mary Cumber-
land standing within the half-opened
door. As Zaidee raised her troubled
face to the light, she caught through
this medium the keen look of her
friend fixed upon her. Mary's lips
were closed tight; Mary's face was
very pale, and her hair fell down
strangely lank and disordered upon
her cheek. It looked like an imper-
sonation of startled suspicion and
self-defence; it did not look like pretty
Mary Cumberland returning with
fresh roses on her cheeks from her
drive with Aunt Burtonshaw. Zai-
dee's beautiful face, full of dismay and
agitation, but of no evil emotion, met
with a gaze of astonishment the angry
scrutiny of Mary. It struck her with
a painful surprise; and she went
quickly forward to ascertain, if it was
ascertain able, what the import of this
silent defiance might be; but Mary
turned before her friend could reach
her, and Zaidee only saw her figure
disappearing up the stair when she
came to the door. Pausing a moment
to give Mary time to reach her retire-
ment, Zaidee hastily sought her own
room. She was uneasy and disturbed
by Mary's look; but Mrs Cumberland
had quite unintentionally thrown a
new light upon Zaidee's life. Her
real name and all her circumstances —
Zaidee shuddered at the possibility of
any one having a right and a neces-
sity to be informed of these. The
sudden revelation sent her back with
a shudder from all the dreams of
youthful existence. That any one
could think of Percy paying his ad-
dresses to her,— " our Percy," of whose
fame she was so proud — was a hallu-
cination at which Zaidee only smiled.
But with quite a different regard she
looked at the great principle which
Mrs Cumberland had stated as a
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thing of course, and which her own
judgment immediately approved. Who
but Zaidee Vivian could understand
why Zaidee Vivian fled from home
and name and fortune? Who but
herself could feel the weight of Grand-
father Vivian's legacy ? the dreadful
burden and guiltiness of disinheriting
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293
Philip? Zaidee turned to go down
stairs again, with a blank in her face
and in her heart. She must guard her-
self now with a strange and jealous care.
She must suffer no stranger to come in-
to her young affections. She must never
put her secret in the power of another
— nor betray her home and name.
CHAPTER X. — THE GREAT AUTHOR.
All that day Zaidee was left alone
— it did not occur to her to inquire
why Mary so pertinaciously avoided
her company, rather sitting by her-
self or leaving the room than snaring
Zaidee's seat and occupation, as was
usual to them. Mary's pretty face
did not look the fairer for the sullen
cloud upon it, and her manners, al-
ready strangely changed, grew still
more perplexing under this veil of
resentful silence. When she address-
ed her mother, it was with scarcely
restrained impatience, and Zaidee she
did not address at all, except in case of
necessity. This added another shade
to Zaidee's heaviness. She felt that
something was amiss, though, in per-
fect innocence of all offence, she
could not tell what the something
was ; the house was out of joint ;
there was a universal jarring of all its
members. Mrs Burtonshaw, too,
was clouded and perturbed, by turns
anxious and angry ; and Mary had
deserted all her usual amusements,
and sat perpetually by her work-table
plying her needle, while Zaidee all
unwittingly fanned the flame which
Mrs Cumberland had kindled, by a
continual study of Mr Vivian's book.
When things were in this condition
— when, between her fears for Sylvo
and her doubts of Mary, Aunt Bur-
tonshaw led a very troubled exist-
ence, and Zaidee and Mary, each of
them, fell into strange solitude — it
was intimated one day with great
solemnity that Mr Vivian was com-
ing to dinner. Mr Cumberland had
encountered him in London, had
taken advantage of the opportunity,
and the great author was to dine
•with them to-day. Zaidee, who
could not help looking up with great
and sudden interest at this announce-
ment, found Mrs Cumberland looking
at her with a smile of private com-
munication, while Mary's face, full of
clouds and storms, was also full of the
keenest observation, though she had
turned her head away. Zaidee col-
oured painfully, and cast down her
eyes full of tears. She felt herself in
an unnatural and false position be-
tween this mother and daughter.
It was impossible to avoid being in-
terested, impossible to resist a rising
eagerness and anxiety. She could
not anticipate Percy's visit with the
tranquil expectation of a stranger;
but Mrs Cumberland's smile and
audible whisper of the dress she
should wear to-day gave her sin-
gular pain. Aunt Burtonshaw said
" humph," and Sylvo yawned in anti-
cipation over Mr Vivian's visit, while
a gleam of excitement in consequence
came into Mary's gloom; but Zaidee
withdrew very sadly from the family
assemblage. She did not know-how
to subdue these jarring elements
into concord, or how to place herself
in her natural position again.
Zaidee was in the drawing-room
early, in Aunt Burtonshaw's corner
by the embroidery-frame, hoping to
escape the especial notice which she
must have gained had she entered
the room after Mr Vivian's arrival.
Mary, on the contrary, was late of
making her appearance. Mr Vivian
arrived with a dash of wheels, draw-
ing up a high-stepping horse before
the gate, in a manner which called
forth the cordial plaudits of Sylvo,
who hurried through the trees to re-
port him "none of your spooney fel-
lows after all" before the stranger
made his formal entrance. Then the
door opened with great solemnity,
and Mr Percy Vivian entered the
room. Zaidee, bending over the em-
broidery, looked up with great eager-
ness from under the shelter of her
curved hand. He was but nineteen
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[Sept.
•when she left the Grange ; she
thought he was no older still in his
bright and versatile youth. The eyes
that were full of a hundred laughing
fancies ; the white brow all lined and
puckered under its wiry hair ; the
cloud that rose and' descended upon
his face like a veil, making the sun-
shine all the brighter by its dubious-
ness ; the curved expressive lip which
was never quite at rest — these were
all unchanged ; and Percy could not
well be more easy in his acquired
eminence than he had been in his na-
tural boyish place at home; yet some-
thing there was that told a man ac-
customed to the world — much that
denoted one aware of his own brilliant
powers, and of the universal notice
which followed him. Yes, it was
Percy ; but it was Percy the Poet —
Percy the Author — Percy the man of
fame; he had come down to dwell
among every-day people, and win re-
putation for himself among them. It
was not quite that boyish, triumphant
Percy, looking forth upon the world
which lay before him to be conquered,
and spurning all its difficulties in his
glorious youthful scorn.
And then he addressed himself to
the commonplaces of introduction
with such a laughing saucy contempt
of them in his eye, and solemnly
commented on the weather, and on
Mr Cumberland's beautiful place, with
a sort of mock formality, which called
a smile even to the lips of Aunt Bur-
tonshaw. " Do you know, I think he
could say something very clever, if it
were notjust for form's sake, my dear,"
said the good lady, whispering over
the embroidery-frame. The stranger
had half disarmed Mrs Burtonshaw
already; and Sylvo,with Mr Vivian's
cab in his mind's eye, and the splen-
did action of the high-stepping horse,
wasmuch disposed to make Mr Vivian's
acquaintance, and had already inti-
mated to the company from behind his
mustache that " to-day was as good
as Italy." In pursuance of the same
laudable object, Mrs Cumberland sat
placidly listening to Mr Vivian's
commonplaces, and Zaidee was un-
introduced. She watched the stranger
with exceeding interest over Aunt
Burtonshaw's embroidery- frame.
And now the door slowly opened,
and Zaidee saw Mary, somewhat
pale, and with questioning eyes,
pause a moment, and look round the
room. Her cheek gradually flushed
with returning colour, though it was
evidently not Mr Vivian she was
looking for. It was Zaidee whom
Mary sought, and Zaidee was safe in
the corner, rather more simply dress-
ed than usual, and veiling her beauty
in her remote position and earnest
employment. Mary entered the room
after that so noiselessly, and with
such a burning blush, that Zaidee saw
she was ashamed of something. What
was she ashamed of? The unwitting
offender watched her friend passing
with that sudden air of humility about
her, across the shining surface of the
mirror — watched her slight and hur-
ried salutation of the guest as she
passed and sat down, out of sight of
him, at her work-table. The secret
shame of repentance was on Mary's
face; her better nature had asserted
itself; and when the elders of the
party had moved forward in their
solemn procession to the dinner- table,
Mary put Sylvo away, and laid her
soft dimpled hand on Zaidee's arm.
There was nothing said between
them, but they were friends again —
and Mary had heroically resolved, if
need was, to stand aside, and suffer
her beautiful adopted sister to win
the day.
This resolution gave a touch of
pathos and tenderness to Mary's own
fair face. She saw Mr Vivian start
with a singular astonishment when he
first observed her companion. She per-
ceived his eyes turn to Zaidee again
and again, not so much with admira-
tion, as with wondering curiosity and
interest. Every time she perceived
this look, she repeated her struggle
with herself. She was so intent upon
Zaidee that she did not perceive how
the great author manoeuvred to be
placed near herself, and how his wit
was perpetually shooting chance ar-
rows over her to rouse her to answer
him. Mary's mind was too much
absorbed by far for the sprightly re-
torts with which she had met him at
Hollylee. She scarcely spoke, except
to Zaidee, all this lingering time of
dinner, and felt so heavy and op-
pressed with the mirth round her that
it was quite a relief to her excited
feelings when the door of the dining-
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room closed upon them, and made a
temporary pause in the excitement of
the night.
44 Now, pray, Mr Vivian, how do
you do when you are going to write
a book?" asked Mrs Burtonshaw,
with serious curiosity, when the gen-
tlemen came to the drawing-room.
" Do you just sit down with a clean
sheet of paper before you, and a pen in
your hand, without knowing what
you are to say ? "
" I think he is a happy man who
knows what he has had to say, after
he is done saying it," said the young
author. "Now, fancy the misery,
Mrs Burtonshaw, of having nothing
to say at all."
" Yes, that is exactly what I was
thinking of," said Mrs Burtonshaw :
" for instance, writing a letter, it is
only polite to fill three sides. I never
think a letter is a letter that is shorter
than that — and how if you have said
everything in the first page?"
"You sympathise with bookmakers,
I can see," said Percy, laughing.
"To say all in the first volume, yet
have two more to write — and nothing
before yon but that aforesaid sheet of
clean paper, and no inspiration in the
poor goose-quill, Mrs Burtonshaw —
only a reminiscence of its primitive
possessor — that is a state of things
which we poor scribblers have to de-
plore every day."
" You write with quills, then, Mr
Vivian ? " said Aunt Burtonshaw.
u I always call your gold pens and
your steel pens disagreeable things,
Maria Anna, and here Mr Vivian is
of my opinion. Is it not very hard
now to put such distresses upon
people as you do in your books ? I
should think one trouble at a time
was very good measure for me ; but
one after another, how you do pile
them upon that poor clear in the book
that Mary made me read to-day."
" I should think one trouble quite
over measure for you ; I should cer-
tainly vote you none at all of that
disagreeable commodity, if I had any
voice in the matter," said Percy,
smiling and bowing to Mrs Burton-
shaw, all unconscious that he himself
was a fruitful source of disturbance to
his kindly critic ; " but life and Pro-
Tidence have another deliverance to
make on the matter," continued the
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young man, his eyes flashing from
gay to grave: "in our reflected world
we must dispense as Heaven dispenses,
and Heaven has no terror of such
words as inconsistency or extrava-
gance. ' When sorrows come, they
come, not single spies, but in bat-
talions.' There is that knave Shake-
speare," said Percy, brightening once
more into his former tone, "who wrote
plays, and has been accused of poach-
ing ; — who gave him "any right, I
wonder, to be the next truest after the
apostles and prophets in his know-
ledge of man ? "
" You must excuse my sister — Mrs
Burtonshaw has very homely ideas,"
said Mrs Cumberland. "Tell mer
my dear Mr Vivian, that sweet Lucy
in your book — did you not quite
love her yourself before you were
done?"
Percy laughed, yet was so un-
sophisticated as to blush too all over
the puckers of his forehead. " Is she
such a sweet Lucy?" said Percy;
" the young lady did not strike me
much ; but since you recommend her,
Mrs Cumberland, I will consider her
claims again."
" Mansfield puts all his book down
out of his journals — isn't that the
truest way— eh ? " said Sylvo from
behind his mustache.
" Mr Mansfield's book is only ad-
venture, Sylvo," said Mary, with a
little indignation.
" Well, adventure's the thing, isn't
it? " said Sylvo, who, in the strength
of Mr Vivian's smile, kept his place.
"Adventure is the thing," said
Percy solemnly ; " and by far the
truest way is to put down one's book
out of one's journal ; there can be no
doubt of that. Mr Mansfield lived
his book before he wrote it ; that i&
the true charm of success."
" Ah, Mr Vivian, you give us a
rare principle to judge you by," said
Mrs Cumberland, with a sigh of sym-
pathy and admiration. " What a life
yours must have been ; how full of love
and emotion, of passion and sorrow,
before you could have written as you
have done!"
Once more Percy Vivian blushed
uneasily, and through this blush there
struggled a laugh of irrestrainable
but somewhat annoyed self- ridicule.
" Pray, Mrs Cumberland, do not
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make me the hero of these stupid
books," he said, with comical dis-
tress. " My own life is the last thing
I will write novels about, and I
would find it an extremely barren
subject; no, we will do it in spas-
modic poetry ; — that's the medium for
remorses and horrors, the true vehicle
for autobiography, Mrs Burtonshaw,"
said Percy with solemnity, once more
returning to his first questioner.
" You speak of remorses and hor-
rors," said that lady, looking appre-
hensively at this dangerous neighbour
of hers ; " and I found a book lately,
I am sorry to say, upon that very
table — is it possible, Mr Vivian, can
you be that T. Percy Jones ?"
" No, upon my honour," said Percy
Vivian, taking care to restrain the
laughter which made Mary Cumber-
land's blue eyes dance for the first
time this evening. " No, I am not
that redoubtable incognito — there's
your man now, who puts down his
book out of his journal — a tragedy in
his own person, a walking fate with
inexorable shears; but I plead not
guilty. I am a Percy, but I am not
the genuine Hotspur— this is not me ! "
''There's scTmebody ill in the
kitchen, Maria Anna," said Mr Cum-
berland, entering hurriedly ; u some
fool of a girl who has been trying ex-
periments on my galvanic machine. I
gave her another shock to set her right,
but she wants some of your doctoring,
sister Burtonshaw. Know anything
of galvanism, Mr Vivian ? — a beauti-
ful influence, sir — a beautiful influence
— though startling a little when you
eome upon it unawares. I've a great
[Sept.
mind to propose a new system for the
prevention of robberies in houses —
connect the doors and windows with
so many wires from a galvanic bat-
tery. Step this way a moment, and
you shall see. I defy the bravest
housebreaker in Christendom to go
beyond the electric string."
But almost while Mr Cumberland
speaks, and while Mrs Burtonshaw
bustles away to minister to the hap-
less victim of curiosity in the kitchen,
Mr Vivian has managed, in the course
of conversation, to glide outside the
opened window, and stands there in
conversation with Mary Cumberland ;
she, somewhat shy and timid, with
eyes once more dazzled and a cheek
of varying colour, stands within. Mr
Vivian is looking in with his wayward
brilliant glances into the deep alcove
of this lighted room, and again his
eyes fall upon the beautiful face of
Zaidee reading by the table. It is
his book she is reading, but the young
poet has far too strong and youthful
a spring of life within him to confine
himself to his own books ; he heeds no-
thing what the volume is, but he won-
ders over her beautiful face. " Your
beautiful sister Elizabeth is strangely
like my beautiful sister Elizabeth,"
he says to Mary abruptly ; " I almost
think I can go back ten years, and
that it is our own sweet Lizzy I am
looking at, before Bernard Morton
came with his dark face to carry her
away. We were all very proud of
our Elizabeth, and every time I look
at your sister, every word and look
reminds me more and more of her—
very strange ! "
CHAP. XI. — MISUNDERSTANDING.
" Mr Vivian says that he and I
have each a beautiful sister, Elizabeth,
and they are very like each other —
he thinks it quite strange," said Mary.
She was standing with her arm fold-
ed tightly round Zaidee's waist, hold-
ing her before the mirror ; the mirror
gave a dim reflection of the great
room half lighted, of a morsel of blue
sky, and " a little lot of stars " looking
through the window ; of the chairs
standing about in disorder where every-
body had left them, and of only those
two figures and no more within the
room. Mary, with a good deal of re-
solution, and a colour which varied
rapidly from these sudden flushes of
crimson to the whitest paleness, held
Zaidee closely with her arm. Zaidee,
in much astonishment, with even a
slight degree of fear, resisted this
grasp a little, and looked not into the
mirror but into her friend's face. She
did not know what to make of Mary's
singular demeanour, nor why they two
should be here alone together, when
everyone else had gone to rest. But at
this speech Zaidee startled—she could
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297
not but be started— she was like her
cousin Elizabeth, her beautiful cousin ;
she, poor little brown Zaidee, was
like the pride of the Grange, the
flower of all the country round ! Un-
suspicious of evil, Zaidee did not
know how Mary Cumberland watched
her face, and misinterpreted the rising
flush of gratification and family pride
— for she could not restrain her secret
and innocent pleasure in being thought
like Elizabeth. This pure natural
emotion came to her eyes with a
sweet, surprised, and almost tearful
gladness, and with a flush of delicate
colour to her cheek. Mary looked at
her steadily, and almost sternly;
Mary held her fast with the strong
grasp of her arm. Secure in her good
resolution, in pride at once, and in
friendship, of sacrificing herself, Mary
could see no harm in severely interro-
gating Zaidee. She would yield up
to her the early dream which had just
begun to gild and to brighten her own
life ; but she would not yield up the
authority of a senior, the superiority
of a patroness, and Mary was harsh
and imperious in the sadness of her
thoughts.
" Speak to me just once, Elizabeth.
Look at yourself; will you not do as I
tell you ? Do you think you are beau-
tiful ? Do you think, like Mr Vivian
and all the rest of them, that there is
scarcely any one so beautiful as you?"
" No," said Zaidee, looking up
eagerly. " Mary, I have made you
angry — do you think I am vain ? 1
do not think it ; but indeed I never
thought of this at all till they spoke
something about me the day Aunt
Bnrtoushaw came home."
" They ! who were they ?" asked
Mary.
" It was — Aunt Burtonshaw."
Zaidee faltered a little, and turned
half away from the arm that held her.
She would rather not have said any
more.
" Aunt Burtonshaw is not they"
said Mary, with her merciless logic.
" Who was the other ? or others, per-
haps, I should say, Elizabeth ; for a
great many people admire my beauti-
ful sister— who were they?"
" I do not know what harm you
think of me," said Zaidee, roused at
last, and growing pale as she turned
her shining dark eyes on Mary's face.
" This word ' beauty ' was twice men-
tioned to me that day ; Aunt Burton-
shaw said it, and so did Sylvo. I had
never thought of it before, and did not
think of it then— I do not think of it
now," and Zaidee lifted a glance of
brave defiance at the mirror. " I.may
be like Mr Vivian's beautiful sister, and
not be beautiful ; but however that
is, I am as God made me : if He sends
one thing or another, I have nothing
to say, Mary — it is God, it is not me."
" Look in the glass, Elizabeth,"
said Mary Cumberland.
Zaidee looked up ; her face was
pale, her eyes a little dilated, her hair
falling down upon her slender stately
neck. She was more beautiful then
than Mary had ever seen her. While
Zaidee met the sorrowful startled
gaze of her own eyes, Mary looked at
her in the mirror with an intent and
steady look, owning in the depths of
her heart, and against her will, the
magic influence which broke forth
from the " Why" of logic, with con-
temptuous triumph. Why admire this
form of feature, this shade of com-
plexion ? — why be charmed with this
face more than with any other?
Mary could not answer the question ;
but she could not look at that beauti-
ful reflection in the mirror, at the
grieved and tearful look, the silent
wonder, the patience, and the inno-
cence of evil which shone upon her in
those wonderful eyes, and remain un-
moved. She suddenly bent down as
she stood thus, and gave a cold but
yet tender kiss to Zaidee's brow —
loosened her grasp of her, and with a
sigh of weariness held out her hand
and said, Good night. Zaidee followed
her slowly up the silent echoing stairs.
Those two young figures, each so-
young and so fair in their differing de-
grees and kinds of beauty, each carry-
ing a light in her hand, went up the
broad staircase, one after the other,
like vestals in a procession. When
they had parted, and found shelter in
their separate apartments, poor Mary
Cumberland, disturbed with evil
thoughts, with mortified and jealous
pride, and with a bitter fear that in
heedless prodigality she had thrown
away her heart, sat gloomily at her
table for a moment, and then rose to
pace about the room in hasty wander-
ings. She had not been reasonable
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or prudent, as the whole scope of her
previous life had been. She had suf-
fered a fanciful and unfounded liking
to creep close to her heart, and now
Mary was sadly conscious that evil
spirits had come into it, malice and
envy, and all uncharitableness. She
had no human guide to appeal to for
counsel, and Mary had not Zaidee's
early training; nor, in spite of Zaidee's
long influence upon her, did this more
stubborn spirit dare to have recourse to
Heaven when earth was incompetent,
as her companion did. She only said
her prayers as usual that night ; she
did not pour out her heart, which was
sorely rent and wounded ; and so
went sullen and uncomfortable to a
rest which was broken with dreams
and starts of wakeful loneliness ; for
Mary's heart was sore within her, and
sore with a gnawing, cankering pain.
Zaidee, who was deeply distressed,
bewildered, and wondering, fared bet-
ter, for neither malice nor envy had
found a place in her maiden thoughts.
She could not understand Mary, but
was glad to forget this strange con-
duct of hers in a burst of pleasant
wonder over what she said. Zaidee
came to her toilette-glass, and looked
into it shyly. " Am I, indeed, like
Elizabeth ? — like Elizabeth!" said
Zaidee. And as she looked upon her-
self with her eyes thus enlightened,
she discovered the resemblance. It
filled her with the purest simple de-
light ; it was a new visionary trace of
this mysterious link of blood, a confir-
mation of her title to be Zaidee Vivian
still — a sign of the family name, and
lofty long descent, secretly marked
upon her brow. It was not the beauty
which Zaidee rejoiced over in her so-
litude. She was like Elizabeth, who
was the present representative of all
those lovely Vivians of many genera-
tions, whose sweet looks had embel-
lished the name. Her very face was
her charter of family right and kindred.
She could hot sufficiently rejoice at
this ; and as she sat down to think
over Percy's visit, she remembered
her cousin with yet a kinder heart.
Yes, this Percy was our Percy, and
Zaidee's heart warmed to him like a
sister's, and rejoiced in his fame ; but
she began to think of Philip, who was
not famous — Philip, who, though the
head of the house, would only be " Mr
[Sept.
Vivian's brother" in the world which
made an idol of Mr Vivian ; arid Zaidee
began to think, looking back upon her
young experience, that she had never
seen any one like the Head of the
House — never another who came near
to her ideal of manhood — so simple,
so noble, so full of truth and honour.
Percy was a poet and a genius, but
he was not Philip; yet, perhaps, Philip
was not half so brilliant as Percy, and
certainly was not known to the world
like his younger brother. With a
woman's pride she regarded the fa-
mily hero; but, looking back with her
child's imagination, she thought she
could put her hand in Philip's hand,
and suffer him to lead her over the
world.
These two friends woke in the
morning to look with a little dismay
on the proceedings of the night. Mary,
who was guilty and self-humiliated,
carried matters with a high hand.
She came down, resolved to have a
condescending conversation with her
" beautiful sister," and speak to her
of Mr Vivian — to be so entirely self-
restrained and decorous that Zaidee
should think the harshness of last
night only a dream, and to follow up her
mother's counsel so warmly that the
poor girl should be ashamed to meet
Mr Vivian again. All this Mary re-
solved to do, because she felt herself in
the wrong, and with natural perversity
persisted in it, though her heart long-
ed to be set right. Zaidee, on the
contrary, was very humble, and full
of anxious solicitude. She had no
weight on her conscience. She could
afford to make overtures of kindness,
and little sisterly submissions, to win
the offender. She, who had not
harmed her companion either in deed
or thought, anxiously sought Mary's
eye and Mary's hand, and watched
for a return of cordiality— such a silent
reconciliation as that which brought
Mary to her side the previous day, in
the journey from the dining-room to
the drawing-room. Looking out from
behind the grate of misunderstanding
and wounded pride which imprisoned
it, Mary's frank and candid natural
heart looked on and observed all this ;
but Mary was not delivered from her
*' black dog," her evil spirit ; she had
something more to undergo to work a
thorough cure.
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299
CHAPTER XII. — ECONOMY.
" I do not know what this dish
may be called, Maria Anna, but I
know it is Mr Cumberland's cookery,"
said Mrs Burtonshaw at the break-
fast-table, looking suspiciously over
the coffee -pot from her presiding chair.
" I can recommend the fresh new-
laid eggs : the shell is as pure ascream,
you see, Sylvo— but I really will not
undertake to say what Mr Cumber-
land's dish may be."
" An adaptation of the ancient ma-
chine called Papin's digester, sister
Burtonshaw," said Mr Cumberland
briskly, u with our modern means and
appliances, will be an infinite benefit
to every family by-and-by. The di-
gester is the very impersonation of
thrift, sisterElizabeth — pure economy,
I assure you. What do you suppose
this is made of, now ? Why, a couple
of fowls are in it, every morsel, yet I
defy you to find a bone. The action
of heat is a marvellous thing when
properly applied. Take a chicken now,
in the ordinary way of cooking. I
grant you it may be valuable as a les-
son in anatomy, but it's poor picking
for a dinner ; whereas, here is the
richest savoury jelly in the world, the
result of a little care and trouble.
Ignorance manures its land with bones,
Sylvo. We shall have all England
getting fat upon them when my ma-
chine is properly known."
" A couple of fowls ! and you call
that economy ? " cried Mrs Burton-
shaw, in dismay. " When poor
Roberts, the cook, told me she had
got a pair of fat capons for Mr Cum-
berland, did I think that was what the
poor birds were to come to ? Econo-
my ! a tea-cupful of potted stuff out of
two beautiful capons ! Do you mean
to ruin yourself, Mr Cumberland? and
Maria Anna to give in to you ! "
" Pure prejudice, sisterBurtonshaw.
Women are the most bigoted of con-
servatives," said the philosopher, with
his chuckle of laughter. " You may
innovate as you will in other spheres,
but touch their privileged department,
and there is no quarter for you. But
the sacred institution of the kitchen
must bow to science, my good sister.
Wait till I have proved the powers of
my digester on the larger-boned ani-
mals. Wait till I present the English
peasant with such a delicacy as this,
made of the beef-bone which your ig-
norance would throw to your dogs,
Sylvo, my boy. I look for a testimo-
nial of national gratitude by that time,
sister Elizabeth. My digester is a
long way improved from Papin's, I
assure you. That was incomplete —
decidedly incomplete ; that is why it
failed to make a revolution in our
cookery two hundred years ago."
" I am sure I thought I had given
up being surprised at anything," said
Mrs Burtonshaw, with a sigh of re-
signation. " But I am sorry for
Roberts — I confess I am sorry for
Roberts, poor thing ; to see such de-
struction before her very eyes. I
suppose it would be all the same to
you, Maria Anna, if Mr Cumberland
were making jelly of the trees !"
" That is a suggestion to be consi-
dered, sister Elizabeth," said Mr Cum-
berland. " The vegetable juices and
the animal are considerably different,
you see, but worth an experiment —
decidedly worth an experiment — and
of singular utility, too, if it should
happen to be practicable. Your
mother has invention, Sylvo," said
the philosopher, taking a memorandum
on his tablets of this valuable sugges-
tion. " I might have talked a month,
I assure you, to these girls and to
Maria Anna, without the ghost of an
idea from one of them."
Mrs Burtonshaw's indignation was
too great to be softened by this com-
pliment. " If breakfast is over, I
will go to the drawing-room," said
Mrs Burtonshaw solemnly ; " and I
think, Mary and Elizabeth, you will
be a great deal better doing some-
thing than sitting here."
They followed her one by one as
she took her way to this favourite
apartment. It was Zaidee's turn to-
day to seek the solace of needlework.
Mary, too restless for this thoughtful
occupation, seated herself on the
marble step outside the window, with
a book on her lap. Zaidee sat sewing
within. Sylvo lounged about the
room, not knowing what to do with
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[Sept,
himself, and much inclined to set out
again without delay for his " place."
It was he, poor .fellow, in innocent
vacancy, who propounded the questio
vexata, the tabooed subject of the
morning, by declaring his opinion that
Mr Vivian was a " regular good fel-
low— none of your die-away men — a
fellow that was up to everything."
"When Sylvo took himself away
after this enlightened estimate of
character, Mary turned from gazing
at the river. "Speaking of Mr Vivian,"
said Mary with the voice of elderly
experience, addressing Zaidee, " I
forgot to mention to you that I over-
heard what mamma said to you one
day before he came here. *It was
about encouraging him, you know, if
he should think of paying his addresses
to you. Now, of course, as he ad-
mires you so much, that is quite likely,
Elizabeth," said Mary, with dry lips
and a forced smile ; " and I hope you
will not let any foolish scruples weigh
with you, but will guide your conduct
by mamma's advice. I quite agree
with her ; it would be an admirable
match — 4 Beauty and genius, you
know.' " And Mary sang, with scorn-
ful levity, the burden of the ballad,
"Be honoured aye the bravest knight,
beloved the fairest fair."
" Mary," said Zaidee earnestly, "I
do not know why it is that I am so
much pained to hear you speaking so.
I suppose it is no harm to speak so ;
it is two strangers talking to each
other ; it is not you and me. But I
have grown a woman," said Zaidee,
raising her head with the simplicity
of a child, " and there are some
things which must not be said to me.
No one must tell me to encourage Mi-
Vivian ; no one must talk to me of
paying addresses. I cannot bear it,
indeed, and I must not," continued
Zaidee, warming into strange deci-
sion. "If I am like Mr Vivian's
sister, he is like some one whom I
knew when I was a child. If it were
not so, I should be ashamed to see
Mr Vivian again ; but now I should
be glad to be friends with him if he
pleased. I was very proud and very
glad to see him here with you last
night ; and I think I will try not to
be affronted, nor shut myself up when
he comes. But there is to be no more
of addresses, if you please. I am sure
I should quite as soon think of paying
my addresses to Mr Vivian as he to-
me."
Mary Cumberland, with her book
lying open on her lap, followed the
motion of Zaidee's lips, and her slight
unconscious gestures, with the ex-
tremest astonishment. Mary felt the
ground suddenly taken from beneath
her feet. She was entirely discon-
certed and thrown back upon herself
by this simple decision — by the words
which, spoken with so little preten-
sion, had yet all the authority which
words could have coming from the
lips of a queen. Her own scornful
satire and uncharitable mood were
thrown far into the distance. Zai-
dee, resenting nothing, but only put-
ting an end to it, passed by like a
young princesSj and left Mary far
behind her in the way. Their position
was reversed in a moment; Mary's
scornful and unkindly advice was
quite thrown out of court : it returned
upon herself with double mortification
and annoyance. She felt so guilty
that she attempted no answer, but
only said " Oh," with a last attempt
at superiority, and, leaving the win-
dow, wandered down the lawn, as ill
at ease as it was possibflj to be, to take
her place under the falling blossoms
of the acacia, and consume her heart
with bootless vexation and shame.
Meanwhile Zaidee, grieved and si-
lent, sat at her work alone. Mr
Vivian had thrown a great gulf be-
tween these girlish intimates, the
friends of many years. It was the
first indication of that maturer life in
which their hearts could no longer
dwell together, and their young exist-
ence run on in one common stream.
To the trusting and simple heart of
Zaidee it was a very harsh disjunction
— a rending asunder causeless and
cruel. If Mr Vivian had not been
"our Percy," Mary must have in-
curred for him the positive dislike of
her " beautiful sister." As it was,
Zaidee only thought of him with the •
kindest thoughts.
" I am going to town, to call on Mr
Vivian's sister," said Mrs Cumber-
land, the same day ; " he was so good
as to ask me, Mary, my love; and
you may be sure I shall be only too
happy to show some attention to Mrs
Morton. I think you should both come
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301
with me, you young ladies ; you are
neither of you in great spirits, I per-
ceive, this morning. Ah, I can make
allowance for youthful feelings, my
sweet Elizabeth ; and Mary's gravity,
with so many things to consider — the
crisis of her life — is equally excusable.
Go and get your bonnets, my dear
children ; the drive will refresh us all
to-day."
They went to do her bidding silent-
ly; Mary contracting her brow and
setting her pretty teeth together in
the very impatience of passion, as she
heard her own circumstances — "the
crisis of her life" — thus alluded to.
For the first time Mary shed bitter
tears when she had reached her own
apartment, and concealed herself and
her secret heartbreak within its closed
door. " They give me to Sylvo
without a thought ; this is all the
care they have for their daughter,"
cried Mary, with unrestrainable com-
plaint ; " and Elizabeth, Elizabeth !
the sunshine of this life is all for her,
and there is only Sylvo for me ! "
The tears poured down heavily
over Mary's cheeks ; it was the crisis
of her life, though Mrs Cumberland
wot not of it. With a hasty motion
she went to the darkest corner of the
room, and, hid by the curtains of her
bed, bent her knee. They were wait-
ing for her down stairs in wonder —
Mary's toilet was seldom such a
lengthy operation— but the floodgates
of her heart were opened, and all
her emotions, good and evil, were
pouring forth in a deluge. She forgot
everything except her own guiltiness,
and the relief and ease it was to un-
burden herself — to confess and empty
all her heart. When she rose from
her knees she had to bathe her face,
so many traces of tears were on it.
" Now, I will be good," said Mary,
with a smile which was bright and
childlike, though it was tearful ; and
she tied on her bonnet with trembling
hands, and went down to the little
party that waited for her. The
day was a brilliant one, fresh and
sweet, and the river flashed gaily in
the sunshine. After that preparation
Mary's heart was open to be refresh-
ed by the cheerful shining of the uni-
versal light.
CHAPTER XIII. — A VISIT.
Mrs Cumberland, reclining back in
her comfortable corner, as they pur-
sued their way to town, had given her-
self up to u languor," or to thought.
Her young companions were very
silent both of them ; for Mary did not
find it suitable to disperse her better
thoughts by talking of them, and Zai-
dee was full of silent anticipation,
timidity, and longing. She was safe
in her changed looks and name — she
had come through the scrutiny of
Percy, and remained undiscovered ;
and though she trembled a little with
eagerness and anxious interest, she
was not afraid of Elizabeth. Eliza-
beth ! Elizabeth had been the idol of
Zaidee's childish fancy, as of every
other member of the family of the
Grange ; her wonderful beauty, her
simplicity, the humbleness of her
perfect womanhood, had given her a
magical sway over all these fresh
young hearts. Perhaps there was
not one of them but had a wider
range and a stronger impulse of life
than she had, but within her own
VOL. LXXVIII. — NO. CCCCLXXIX.
boundary there was a perfection and
sweet repose in the mind of Elizabeth
which every one was soothed and
strengthened by. Her young cousin's
thoughts dwelt upon her image in the
past — wondered how far Mrs Bernard
Morton might prove different from
Elizabeth Vivian — marvelled at her
own resemblance to her. There was
no lack of occupation for Zaidee's
mind and memory as they drove to-
wards town.
And Captain Bernard was a mem-
ber of Parliament, one of the legisla-
tors of the country — a man stepping
forward to the sober precincts of
middle age. They lived in a little
house near the Parks, of which the
fashion was more satisfactory than
the size. ( When Mrs Cumberland
and her young companions entered
the small drawing-room, the first per-
son who met their eyes was Mr Vivi-
an, with a rosy boy seated astride on
his shoulders, holding his wavy hair
for a bridle. Percy was flushed with
the canter at which he had been car-
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rying this small equestrian round the
very limited circle of the apartment,
and was, moreover, being called back
by two small nieces at the window,
who referred some dispute to Uncle
Percy. A little girl of five years old
sat on a footstool close by her mother,
looking at a childish picture-book
with an air of childish abstraction and
thoughtfulness, and Mrs Morton her-
self rose to meet her visitors as they
entered. Mary Cumberland's quick
eye, guided by what Percy had said,
made an instant comparison between
these two faces, which were said to
resemble each other. It was indeed
very strange. Mrs Morton's expand-
ed and matronly beauty was in the
fulness of its bloom. Zaidee had still
the shelter and the sweetness of the
bud, coy and half - disclosed ; and
there were individual differences
marked and visible — but the resem-
blance was enough to bewilder the
looker-on. It seemed the same face
in different circumstances and linked
to different spirits — the same, and yet
another — something cast from the
same mould, yet strangely diversified
by a change of material. It was a
very remarkable resemblance — quite
enough to account for Percy's won-
dering looks and interest in the beau-
tiful sister who was so like his own.
Zaidee, on her part, after her first
recognition of Elizabeth — the eager
glance from under her eyelids, which
showed how little her beautiful cousin
was changed — was completely en-
grossed by the children, those won-
derful little unknown existences of
whom she had never dreamed. In
Zaidee's thoughts life had stood still
with the family at the Grange ; her
fancy consented indeed to Elizabeth's
marriage and to Percy's fame, but
her mind had gone no further; and
this rosy boy and these pretty girls
burst upon her like a revelation : she
could not withdraw her eyes from
these new children — these members
of the family for whom she was to-
tally unprepared. She had been the
youngest herself at home in the old
days, and she was conscious of an
amusing rivalry with this intrusive
new generation. Perhaps they were
not the only ones ; perhaps there were
other children besides these claiming
an interest in the Grange ; and Zai-
dee shyly took a seat in a corner with
comical dismay.
" No, Philip, my boy, no more
rides," said Percy, setting down his
little cavalier. u Go and make your
obeisance, you small rebel, and apolo-
gise for the use you have put your
respectable uncle to. I am better
than any pony, and half as good as
an Arab, in Philip's apprehension,
Mrs Cumberland. The children esti-
mate my powers very highly, I am
glad to say — I am quite invaluable to
them."
" Genius unbending — Genius in its
sportive mood," said Mrs Cumber-
land. " You are so fortunate, my
dear Mrs Morton ; I envy you the
constant society of one so richly en-
dowed."
" Do you mean Percy?" said Eli-
zabeth Vivian with a smile. She was
very proud of her younger brother,
but he was her younger brother still,
and she smiled a little at these com-
mendations, though she liked the
speaker all the better for them.
" Elizabeth is my elder sister, Miss
Cumberland," said Percy, coming
confidentially and with a little em-
barrassment to Mary's side — " Eliza-
beth is the ideal of domestic superi-
ority for her brothers, at least. I
cannot quite swallow applause in
Elizabeth's presence ; I have always
a ludicrous sense of its inappropriate-
ness. Mrs Cumberland is very kind,
no doubt, but I would much rather
she forgot those unfortunate books in
presence of Elizabeth."
" Is she not proud of them, then ?"
asked Mary, with a glance of wonder.
u You defeat me, Miss Cumber-
land ; you kill the precious blossoms
of my humility," said Percy, but still
in an under-tone ; " how shall I refuse
to be applauded, think you, when you
intoxicate me after this barbarous
fashion? Yes, Elizabeth likes very
well to hear of them ; and I have a
home in the country, too, where I
should like to show you how fiercely
the feminine jury pronounce on the
demerits of any hapless critic who
falls upon Percy. Yes, that bubble
reputation — they have real enjoyment
of it, those good people in Cheshire.
Do you know I should like you to
see the Grange?"
Mary stammered something of be-
1855.]
ing very glad ; it took her by surprise
to be so addressed.
" Yes : yet I am by no means
sure that you would be pleased with
it," said Percy, with one of his dubi-
ous glances ; a our country is too
bleak, and our climate too boisterous
for your fancy. I think I should suc-
ceed better in flowery Hampshire, or
sweet Devon, in pleasing you. What
do you think? Do I guess your taste?
Sweet English calm and comfort, with
the winds and the storms far away ?"
" I have very common tastes,"
said Mary, shy of this conversation.
" Does not every one prefer calm and
comfort to the winds and the storms? "
" I do at least," said Percy ; u I am
of the Epicurean temper. My brother
is of a different frame ; the Cheshire
gales are sweeter than Araby to him.
Yet, poor fellow, he toils by the burn-
ing banks of the Ganges, and does
kind things for everybody, and never
thinks of himself. I am a very poor
fellow to have such friends. A man
who is brother to Philip Vivian and
Elizabeth ought to be a better man."
The young listener to whom he was
thus unbosoming himself looked up
at Percy with shy glances and a
swelling heart. More than all the
self-assertion in the world, this com-
punction endeared him to Mary. She
could not continue to close her heart,
as she had vowed to do this morning.
Involuntarily she smiled, wondering
within herself at the humility which
fancied some small Cheshire squire
or Indian merchant, or this Mrs
Morton, who was only the beautiful
young wife of a middle-aged member
of Parliament, superior to Percy
Vivian, poet, author, man of letters.
Literature had suddenly become the
noblest of all professions to Mary —
fame, the most dazzling of human
possessions. She smiled at her hero's
humility; it never entered into her
head for an instant that Percy could
be right.
But some one else was listening by
her, with such a flush of interest and
anxiety as scarcely could be control-
led. Yes, Percy was right ; but Zaidee
was proud he had the nobleness to own
this superior excellence ; and Philip —
why was Philip in India? What
had the Squire of Briarford to do on
the banks of the Ganges ? WThat did
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303
this mean ? It might betray her, but
she could not restrain the question
that came to her anxious lips. Percy
had changed his position a little, and
stood between them now. He was
near enough to be addressed.
44 What did your brother go to
India for?" asked Zaidee, looking up
with her old wistfulness.
Mr Vivian looked extremely aston-
ished, and so did Mary Cumberland.
Their amazement made no differ-
ence in the anxious curiosity of the
questioner.
44 We are not the richest family
in the world," said Percy, with a
smile. u Philip is about a very com-
monplace business ; he is making a
fortune."
But why did he need to make a
fortune? The question was on Zaidee's
lips ; but she had prudence enough to
restrain it. Her face grew troubled ;
her heart was full of yearning curi-
osity. Why did Philip go away?
She could not form an answer for
herself.
44 Zaidee, you must go up-stairs
with Philip," said the sweet voice of
Elizabeth. With a start of terror
Zaidee listened; but saw that it was
the little studious girl with the pic-
ture-book, and not her changed and
unknown self, who was addressed.
This was almost too much for Zaidee's
forced composure. She felt her heart
leaping to her throat; her face flushed
and paled with extreme emotion ; she
could scarcely keep the voice of her
yearning silent. Zaidee ! — they had
not forgotten her; they had com-
memorated even her name.
44 What a sweet name ! — what a
strange unusual name !" cried Mrs
Cumberland ; '4 one may trace the
poet's suggestion there, I am sure."
44 No, indeed," said Elizabeth seri-
ously, yet with a smile ; " my Zaidee
is named for a dear child we lost from
the Grange in a very extraordinary
way — a little cousin, an orphan, who
was very dear to us all. My little
Zaidee is a great favourite at home
for her name's sake. Even Percy
there, who has a hundred nicknames
for everybody, is too tender of this
name to mock at it. Our first Zaidee —
our lost child' — we had each of us a
different contraction for her strange
name ; but no one likes to say Zay
304 Zaidee : a Romance.— Part X.
— not even Sophy. We cannot
play with poor Zaidee's name."
There was a little pause which no
one interrupted, and then Mrs Cum-
berland rose to take leave. Zaidee
never knew how she reached the foot
of that narrow staircase. She stum-
[Sept.
bled down the steps with a blindness
upon her eyes, and a strange joy of
grief about her heart. They remem-
bered her — cared for — kept her name
among them — in the family ! But what
misfortune was it which had driven
Philip away ?
CHAPTER XIV. — HEAVINESS.
The excitement of these discoveries
was almost too much for Zaidee ; her
secret life — her secret world — her un-
communicated thoughts, pressed upon
her heart like a nightmare. When
she had only the past to look back
upon, she could muse over it in quiet ;
but here was the present, the living
to-day, full of a world of surprises
and undreamt-of chances, which her
veiled and unknown existence must
take no cognisance of, though they
were nearest to her heart. It was to
Zaidee as it might be to a spirit re-
turned to the earth ; she walked side
by side with those who mourned for
her, sat at their table, heard them
speaking of herself, yet durst not
reveal herself to their lingering tender-
ness, or make known to them the
heart which glowed with answering
affection. She walked in a dream the
live-long day, her inner life differing
so strangely from her external one —
as strangely as Elizabeth Cumber-
land, the beautiful daughter of these
kind people, differed from brown
Zaidee Vivian, the heiress of the
Grange. They saw her beauty pale,
and her mind become preoccupied,
and Mrs Cumberland u made allow-
ance for youthful feelings;" and
Mary, struck with penitence for her
own conduct, made effort upon effort
to win back the confidence she fancied
she had alienated, and wondered with
an anxious heart what Percy Vivian
might have to do with this musing
heaviness. Percy had a great deal
to do with it, but not as Mary sup-
posed; and now, when Percy came
and went about the house perpetually,
Mary was no longer excited with
c.auseless doubts. That the young
man felt a singular interest in her
beautiful sister was sufficiently appa-
rent— that he followed Zaidee's looks
and movements with a wondering
regard, for which he himself could not
account ; — but something else was
still more evident, and still more satis-
factory. Percy did not worship at
the feet of this more lofty and poetic
beauty ; he brought his homage to
the sunny eyes, the lighter heart, and
less fanciful spirit of Mary Cumber-
land ; he had only interest and ad-
miration to bestow upon her beautiful
sister Elizabeth. And never yet,
though they were come to be on very
confidential terms, had Percy the
slightest opening for inquiry — the
slightest reason to suspect that this
beautiful Elizabeth was not the child
of the house.
In other respects than this, the
household was slightly jarring and
uncomfortable. Mrs Burtonshaw did
not have her son's claims acknow-
ledged as they should have been ; the
good lady found everybody around
her, and herself not less than every-
body, unexpectedly fascinated with
this Mr Percy Vivian, and she did
not doubt that the young author
would carry off Mary from under
her very eyes, and amid the plau-
dits of Sylvo. Sylvo still looked
with delight on Mr Vivian's high-
stepping horse, and admired the
dashing style in which Mr Vivian
drew up at Mr Cumberland's gate.
Sylvo never suspected when his new
friend laughed at him — never grew
suspicious of the solemn assent which
Mr Vivian gave to his brilliant sugges-
tions; and he had not the slightest ob-
jection to the new-comer's devotion to
Mary, nor grumbled that her ear was
engrossed and her attention occupied
night after night. Mr Cumberland and
Mrs Cumberland were equally indiffe-
rent ; all the discretion in the house was
embodied in the person of Mrs Bur-
tonshaw, and even her remonstrances
and representations failed to open the
eyes of this careless father and mo-
ther to the danger of their child.
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305
44 I wanted very much to have a
little girl myself when Sylvo was
born," said Mrs Burtonshaw solemnly ;
" but when I found that I had got a
big boy, and when by-and-by the
little girl came to Maria Anna, of
course I very soon came to a decision,
my love. I set my heart upon it
when you were in your cradle, Mary.
I said to myself, * Here is my Sylvo
now ; he shall wait for his little
cousin. He is a good boy ; he will
be guided by his mother, and I shall
take care never to lose sight of this
sweet little darling till she is my
Sylvo's wife.' I have never lost sight
of you, Mary, my dear child, and you
could not be so cruel as to break my
heart now."
44 No, indeed, Aunt Burtonshaw,"
said Mary, laughing and blushing ;
44 but why should you break your
heart ? Sylvo's heart would not
break, I am sure, if I were to run
away to-morrow, and I belong to you
now as much as Sylvo does. Why
should the poor boy have a wife ? He
does not want a wife ; he would
much rather be left to his travels and
Mr Mansfield."
"That is the very thing I am
afraid of," said Mrs Burtonshaw.
u Why, Mary, my love, if it is not
soon, Sylvo will go away."
44 Dear Aunt Burtonshaw, it must
not be soon," said Mary, growing red
and serious ; " and indeed you must
not speak of it again. Poor Sylvo,
he deserves better than to have me
laughing at him, and you speaking as
if he were a child. You should hear
what Elizabeth says."
"What does Elizabeth say?" asked
Mrs Burtonshaw, with great curiosity.
Zaidee had to be recalled from her
own thoughts by a repetition of the
question before she heard it. 4t I only
say that Sylvo is very good and very
kind, and ought to have some one
who cares for him," said Zaidee, dis-
missing the subject quietly. It was
more important to Aunt Burtonshaw
than it was to Zaidee. She looked
from one to the other with a new
light thrown on her thoughts. " Mary
does not care for Sylvo; Elizabeth
does," said Aunt Burtonshaw within
herself. She was quite excited with
her imagined discovery. She re-
called the paleness, the abstraction,
the many silent thoughts and hours
of musing which had slightly separat-
ed Zaidee from the family. Looking
back, she found that these unquestion-
able tokens of "falling in love" had
all made their appearance since Sylvo
came to Twickenham. She could
scarcely refrain from going at once to
this pensive young martyr of a secret
attachment, and caressing her into
hope and cheerfulness. " I am sure
Sylvo will be a happy man/' said Mrs
Burtonshaw with a little emphasis.
Alas! Sylvo was so unimportant a
person in the eyes of those ungrate-
ful young ladies, that neither of them
observed how emphatic his mother's
words were; but Mrs Burtonshaw's
own thoughts did not let the matter
rest. She resolved that the " poor
dear" should not pine in vain for
Sylvo. She resolved that Sylvo's
hopes should change their direction
without delay. Mary, indeed, had
been destined for him from the cradle,
but Elizabeth was certainly the next
best when Mary did not care for him ;
and then such a beauty ! Mrs Bur-
tonshaw— a wise woman — finding
that she could not have exactly what
she would, instantly burst into delight
with the substitute which she could
have. She did not love Mary less,
but she loved Elizabeth more. She
abounded in caresses and in delicate
allusions to her dear child's "feel-
ings." Poor Zaidee had no mercy
shown to her on one side or the other.
Perfectly guiltless of " falling in love "
as she was, she was concluded to be
over head and ears in it by both par-
ties in the house. Mrs Cumberland
pathetically assured the wondering
Zaidee, " Ah, my love, I know
woman's heart." And Mrs Burton-
shaw, with equal tenderness, said,
44 Come with me, my darling, and
look for Sylvo." There was no re-
fuge for her between the two; she
must either be smitten with the
charms of Sylvester, or bound to Mr
Vivian's chariot-wheels. Mary, who
sometimes was a little troubled, fear-
ing for the last of these misfortunes,
had a wicked delight in the absurdity
of the former one. She increased
Aunt Burtonshaw's delusion with the
greatest glee. Mary's conscience was
clear now of all her own misbehaviour.
She was once more Zaidee's most lov-
306
Zaidee : a Romance. — Part X.
ing sister, and Zaidee had forgiven
and forgotten her evil manners. Mary
was in the highest spirits, without a
drawback upon her happiness, except
the fear which sometimes glanced
across her, that her companion really
had an unfortunate liking for Mr
Vivian. This, however, was too tran-
sitory, and had too slight a foundation
to give any permanent trouble to her
mind ; and Mary was in the highest
flow of her naturally happy disposi-
tion, and ^gave herself full scope.
Aunt Burtonshaw's delusion grew
more and more complete under her
exertions. u I only trust you may
be as happy yourself, my dear love,"
said Aunt Burtonshaw, " and then I
will be content."
Meanwhile Zaidee wandered on
through that other world of hers, of
which they were all ignorant. Mrs
Bernard Morton came to Twicken-
ham to return Mrs Cumberland's
visit. Mr Percy Vivian came almost
every day. She heard them speak
the names familiar to her — she lis-
tened to the family allusions now and
then made by the brother and sister,
[Sept.
which she alone understood in this
company of strangers. Mrs Morton
wondered why the beautiful Miss
Cumberland would stay so pertina-
ciously in her corner, and Percy began
to fancy that those sweet lips, which
never opened, had really nothing to
say. " She is very unlike the other
members of the family," Elizabeth
Vivian said ; and they both felt so
strange an interest in her — so much
curiosity — that she puzzled their ob-
servation exceedingly. Quite uncon-
scious that any one remarked her, per-
fectly unaware of the interpretations
given to her abstraction, Zaidee went
upon her silent way. The secresy
which, when it concerned the past
alone, was no burden to her, oppressed
her now like a thundery and sultry
atmosphere. The flush of secret ex-
citement varied her paleness with a
feverish hectic, her sweet composure
was disturbed and broken, and all her
life seemed subsidiary to those mo-
ments of intense and eager interest
in which she sat listening to Eliza-
beth and Percy in their involuntary
references to their home.
CHAPTER XV. — A NEW THOUGHT.
" The use of ornament is to make
us happy." Mr Cumberland laid
down his book, and looked around the
room. "This is an extremely com-
monplace apartment, Maria Anna —
the house altogether is the most pro-
saic affair in the world, Sister Bur-
tonshaw. Who could be happier, now,
passing up or down the river, for the
sight of such a house as this? "
" The house is a very comfortable
house, Mr Cumberland," said Mrs
Burtonshaw. " I do not see, for my
part, what we have to do with the
people in the steamboats, whether it
makes them happy or not."
u These are the degenerate ideas
which belong to this age, sister Bur-
tonshaw," said the philosopher. " Do
you mean to say that I discharge my
duty to the commonwealth when I
build a square box, and congratulate
myself that it is comfortable? I do
not see that the world, in general, has
any concern with my comfort. To the
mass of people this is quite an indif-
ferent subject, sister Elizabeth; but
everybody knows the difference be-
tween an ugly house and a graceful
one. Where does Nature tolerate
such angles as these four corners? and
what are all her graceful curves and
rounded outlines for, but that we
should enjoy them ? There is the line
of a mountain, now, in this admirable
book, and there is the line of a leaf;
look at them, sister Burtonshaw, and
then look at this square block of brick
and mortar. The thing is a monster —
it is at discord with everything."
" So you will build a house shaped
like a mountain, Mr Cumberland?"
said Mrs Burtonshaw, who had made
up her mind never to be astonishe'd
again.
u I shall employ such a selection of
natural lines as will produce the most
perfect whole," said Mr Cumberland.
"Never fear, sister Burtonshaw, we
will bring something quite unique out
of it — not a square box, I promise
you. We will bring in a new era in
domestic architecture. I am a candid
man — I never shut my mind to con-
1855.] Zaidee : a Romance.— Part X.
viction ; and if there is no one else in Nurnberg with envy,
307
England bold enough to embody these
principles in stone and lime, I am.
Sylvo, my boy, if you can't rebuild,
you can have your house decorated at
least. How do you excuse yourself
for presenting nothing to the eyes of
your peasants but a larger hut — a
cottage on a great scale ? A landed
proprietor ought to be a public edu-
cator, Sylvo. You don't appreciate
your position, sir."
Sylvo's " ha, ha" rung like a distant
chorus upon the somewhat high-pitch-
ed treble of his respectable uncle,
but Mrs Burtonshaw was roused for
her son's honour. u If Sylvo pays a
schoolmaster, I assure you he does
very well, Mr Cumberland," said Mrs
Burtonshaw. " What has he to do
teaching classes ? And you are ex-
tremely mistaken if you think Sylvo's
place is only a cottage on a great
scale. It is a very handsome mansion,
Mr Cumberland — a gentlemanly resi-
dence, the advertisement said — it
might do for any landed proprietor in
England. Yes, Elizabeth, my love, it
is a very excellent house."
" I am quite astonished that I can
have shut my eyes to it so long," said
Mr Cumberland, too zealous about his
own house to care for Sylvo's. " There
is an inhuman character, a hardness
and pitilessness about our architecture,
which is sufficiently striking when one
comes to consider. Fancy some poor
creature now passing this house in a
storm, sister Burtonshaw — where is the
roofed porch and the grateful seat to
give shelter to the traveller? I must
set about it at once."
" What is Mr Cumberland to set
about at once?" said Mrs Burtonshaw,
with a little scream. <tp A porch to
shelter vagrants — at our very door —
and you will give in to him, Maria
Anna ! I have never been considered
pitiless to the poor. I have always
helped my fellow-creatures when I
had opportunity," continued the good
lady, raising her head with offence ;
'k but to have a porch full of vagabonds
on a rainy day, whoever might happen
to call ! It is a great deal too much,
Mr C umberland. It is not benevolence,
it is only fancy that goes so far."
But Mr Cumberland, who was mak-
ing magnificent designs on paper,
gables and pinnacles enough to strike
and carry off
half his fortune, had no ear for the
protest of Mrs Burtonshaw. The
philosopher spurred his new Rosin-
ante with the greatest ardour, and
Mrs Cumberland, so far from object-
ing, was struck with the romantic
beauty of the idea.
"So like those delightful feudal
times," said Mrs Cumberland, " when
of course the grateful dependants had
a right to the shelter of their superior's
threshold. That beautiful connection
between the different classes which we
all ought to promote ; it is never so
well advanced as by kind contrivances
like these."
" Do you think it is a kind contri-
vance to fill the house with workmen,"
said Mrs Burtonshaw, u to have the
furniture spoiled with dust, and our
things not fit to put on, and quite im-
possible to ask any one here? You
never think of the good of the family,
or the pleasure of these dear children,
Maria Anna. People cannot come in
through the window. Perhaps even
the windows will not be left to us,
my dears. I think we had better go
away."
" The window left, sister Burton-
shaw ? I promise you the window
shall not be left," said the philoso-
pher. " The rest of the house is
simply ugly, but this is detestable.
No, we must have truth of form — that
is the fundamental principle — and
beauty of ornamentation follows, just
as in the moral world pleasure comes
when necessity is served. Architec-
ture is not merely the art of building,
sister Elizabeth. Architecture is a
severely moral science ; her mission is
not so much to build churches and
houses, as to form and reform the
principles of her time. A square is a
heathen ideal — pure paganism, Sylvo.
Christian art rejects squares. You
shall see, you shall see."
u You may say so if you like, Mi-
Cumberland — but a great many artists
live in squares, "said Mrs Bnrtonshaw.
" Do you say your friend Mr Steele is
not a Christian ? for his house is in
Fitzroy Square, I know. There he
is, I believe. I was sure it was him
when I heard the door open ; and of
course John will be doing all he can
to keep from laughing when he brings
Mr Steele here."
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Zaidee : a Romance. — Part X.
[Sept.
" Of course," as Mrs Burtonshaw
said, John was in a state of extreme
anguish from suppressed laughter
when he ushered Mr Steele into the
drawing-room. The maids in the
house pronounced Mr Steele " a very
funny gentleman ;" but John anathe-
matised him when he retired to ex-
plode in private. John did not like
making his appearance with all his
laughter, painfully restrained, bursting
in his face.
" I wish I could do it half as well,"
said Mr Steele, lifting his eyebrows
as Mr Cumberland placed his sketch
of a porch before him. "What is it for?
Break out a light here" — and the artist
mercilessly scribbled on the porch
which the philosopher had been at so
much pains with — " and you'll make
it a famous painting-room. I've got a
picture to paint now for the Duke of
Scattergood ; it's full of leafage and
fruitage, and running to seed. What
would you advise me to call it, eh? —
the hardest thing in a picture is the
name."
" Call it ' After the Harvest,' " said
Mary.
444Afterthe Harvest.' Let's see now:
that ought to be a stubble-field, with
some cornflowers half dead, and a
shower of apples. No ; I want to give
his grace a hint of a lecture. ' After
the Harvest !' — no. 'Too Latefor Reap-
ing— scatter it,' — how would that do ?
He's Scattergood, you know — eh ? Do
you think he'll make it out ?"
44 I do," said Sylvo.
"Do you?" said the artist. It was
evidently quite satisfactory, since what
Sylvo made out could not be very
abstruse. All this while Mr Steele was
scribbling at that pretty porch of Mr
Cumberland's. It was a grievous trial
to the temper of the philosopher.
44 I'll tell you a thing that happened
to me," said Mr Steele, without look-
ing up from his work of mischief. " I
saw a picture in a window the other
day — a little sketch of my own — so I
went in. * Who's that by ? ' says I.
' Can't tell, sir,' says the dealer; 4 said
to be a Steele ; but I don't pretend it's
a Steele; you shall have it for six
pounds.' Well, I knew my name
was on it, so I turned to the back —
* There's George Steele on it,' says I.
4 Yes, to be sure, anybody could put
that on,' says the dealer, so I gave'
him six pounds, and brought off the
picture. Next day I sold it for a
hundred. Now, do you know," said
the artist, looking up with a face which
had suddenly subsided, out of the satis-
faction with which he had repeated
this dialogue, into doubt and irresolu-
tion, " I can't rest since. I think I
ought to go and give him half. What
do you say?"
u Such beautiful disinterestedness! "
said Mrs Cumberland, holding up her
hands.
44 Eh?" said Mr Steele. He was
a great deal too much in earnest about
what he said to notice that this was
commendation. " I know where it
came from ; it had gone for next to
nothing at a sale. The dealer had
his profit, of course: catch one of them
selling a picture without a profit.
Now, what do you think I should do?"
44 You are spoiling my drawing,
Steele," said Mr Cumberland at last,
worn out of patience; " how do you
think any man is to work from it after
allyour flourishes? Let me have it here."
44 I am working from it myself,"
said the artist, throwing out a succes-
sion of fanciful branches from Mr
Cumberland's Gothic porch. 4t See
now, because I'm ornamenting his
shabby bit of outline, how he keeps in
his counsel. I had rather work from
it than for it, I can tell you. Don't
let him begin to build; he'll never be
done : he'll cumber land with his porches
and his pinnacles, if he once begins."
44 That is just what I say," said Mrs
Burtonshaw. 44 You are a painter ;
you are always doing ornaments.
Do ornaments make you happy, Mr
Steele ? "
Mr Steele looked with some doubt-
fulness at Mrs Burtonshaw. She who
had once brought the reproaches of his
own conscience upon him was some-
what of an awful personage to this
acute yet simple spirit. u Now, what
do you say I ought to do?" said the
artist. He was convinced this must
be a very conscientious person — a
mind still more upright than his own.
u Do? — why, give me back my draw-
ing, to be sure," said Mr Cumber-
land. 44 Eh ! why, Steele, what's this
you've been about?" It was still
Mr Cumberland's porch, but it was
a porch luxuriantly mantled over
with the fantastic wreathwork of a
1855.]
vine. The bit of paper was hence-
forth not an idea of Mr Cumberland's,
but a thing called, in the dialect of
picture- dealers, " a Steele." Mary
seized upon it eagerly for the album,
in which already Percy Vivian figured,
and Mr Steele threw down his pencil.
" Come in and see my picture, will
you ? " said the artist ; u I'll introduce
you to Shenkin Powis, who makes all
Zaidee : a Romance.— Part X. 309
that row about architecture. That's
his book, is it? — it's all along of him
you are going to build. Does orna-
ment make me happy, Mrs Burton-
shaw? — now, when do you see an
ornament on me? Ask him with
his mustache there. Are you 'appy,
young gentleman ? He has a better
right, his young squireship, than a
poor old fellow like me."
CHAPTER XVI.— IMPROVEMENT.
But though Mr Cumberland's de-
sign had passed out of his hands, and
become " a Steele," his intention
was unchanged. Our philosopher
drove into London, was introduced
to Mr Shenkin Powis, and drove out
again, bringing with him that lumi-
nary of architectural morality, while
Mary's pretty face, full of sunny
mirth, looked out from the bow-
window, and Zaidee, reserved and
silent, her ears tingling once again
to the stranger's familiar name, sat
behind. Mr Cumberland stood on the
lawn with his visitor, dooming to de-
struction this hapless square house,
with its four corners, and projecting a
Gothic castle in its stead. Mrs Cum-
berland, reclining on her sofa, com-
forted herself that it was a " beau-
tiful idea;" but the whole feminine
population of the house, except her-
self, watched the two gentlemen on
the lawn as they might have watched
an invading army, with earnest hos-
tility and eager vigilance. " I won-
der how they can look at all these
pretty innocent trees," said Mrs Bur-
tonshaw, " and that grass that is
like velvet, and everything so settled
and comfortable;— I wonder they have
the heart to look at them, Maria
Anna! and to think that, in a day or
two, there will be nothing but dust,
and hammers, and masons, and all
sorts of people. What does Mr Cum-
berland mean by a square being a
heathen institution ? We are not liv-
ing in a square; and I am sure there
is Belgravia, and Grosvenor Square,
and all the rest of them, which are
iust the very best places one can live
in ; but Mr Cumberland, of course,
will never be like other people. Mary,
my love, we will have to go away."
k' I would rather not go away, Aunt
Burtonshaw," said Mary. Papa's new
freak became somewhat more serious
if it involved this necessity.
" But, my love, we cannot help
ourselves," said Aunt Burtonshaw. " I
think we will go to Sylvo's place, Eli-
zabeth ; you would like to see Sylvo's
place, my dear child ; now I am sure
you would, though you do not like to
say it."
" But I do like to say it," said
Zaidee, with a smile of wonder ; " I
should like very well to see Sylvo's
place, Aunt Burtonshaw, if we must
leave home."
" Poor dear!" said Mrs Burton-
shaw, lovingly, smoothing Zaidee's
beautiful hair, and thinking of the
refractory Sylvo, who could not now
be induced to devote himself to Zaidee.
Sylvo had his repulse fresh in his mind
yet, but did not condescend to inform
his mother why he regarded her re-
commendation so little ; so Mrs Bur-
tonshaw expended a great deal of
sympathy upon Zaidee's unfortunate
attachment, and constantly called her
u poor dear ! "
Mr Shenkin Powis was a man of
some note in the world. Mrs Cum-
berland had a luncheon prepared for
him, and waited to receive him with
a very pretty compliment ; while old
Jane Williams lingered on the stair-
case, anxious to waylay the visitor,
and inspect him, to discover what re-
lationship he bore to the house of
Powisland. The disappointment of
both these watchers was great, when
Mr Shenkin Powis shook hands with
Mr Cumberland on the lawn, and
left this hospitable mansion unde-
molished and unvisited. " I have sent
Parkins to drive him to Richmond,"
said Mr Cumberland, as he came
in
he could not wait— he had
310
an appointment. I
appointed in him, sister Burtonshaw
— clever undoubtedly, but a crotchety
man — a crotchety man. The fact is, my
genius will not go in leading-strings.
Think of the man trying to convince
me that, unless I pulled it down and
rebuilt it from the foundations, it
would be better to leave the house as
it is. He does not approve of rounding
an angle by thickening the masonry;
it is not sincere. I grant the necessity
of truth in form — that is the beauty of
it; but think of a sincere wall, sister
Burtonshaw! No : I find I must ori-
ginate and execute by myself; the
result will show."
" Then you will go on, Mr Cumber-
land," said Mrs Burtonshaw, " though
even Mr Shenkin Powis knows bet-
ter ! Well, I am sure I have told you
what I think, and if you will not hear
common sense I cannot help it. But
we must go away, you know; we
cannot stay when you have workmen
all over the house. The children want
a change, too ; they want change of
air, poor dears. We will go to Sylvo's
place, Mr Cumberland ; and when you
have cut'up all the poor pretty lawn,
and destroyed everything, you will
send for us to come home."
But Mr Cumberland was quite be-
yond the reach of Aunt Burtonshaw's
innocent sarcasm. He was measur-
ing, and planning, and making very
rude sketches with a great pencil
which one of the workmen, brought
here on an errand of investigation,
had left this morning. Mr Cumber-
land made his design for the Gothic
porch over again, putting particular
emphasis on its roof and its benches.
" We would want no refuge for the
destitute, no great indiscriminate
shelter for the houseless poor, if this
plan were universally adopted," said
Mr Cumberland ; " the greatest possi-
ble incentive to private charity — the
best plan that could be adopted for
giving each family a little community
of friendly dependents. Depend upon
it, sister Burtonshaw, you will hear of
this before the year is out."
But Mrs Burtonshaw had gone to
seek Sylvo, to prepare him for the
honour about to be done to his place.
Sylvo received the proposal somewhat
gruffly, but not without satisfaction.
He was pleased to have " a regular
Zaidee : a Romance. — Part X.
am a little dis- beauty," to make
[Sept.
his place famous
among his neighbours ; and perhaps
Sylvo had an idea that he had been
sufficiently rude and resentful, and
that now it might be time to melt a
little towards Zaidee, and give her
another chance. " People say you
should never take a woman at her
first word," muttered Sylvo, as he
lounged with his cigar among the
trees, and recalled with complacency
his mother's flattering explanation
of Zaidee's silence and thoughtful-
ness. " Why can't she be honest,
and say as much ? " said Sylvo ; " but
I suppose it's woman's way." He
was very well satisfied with this con-
clusion. The young gentleman was not
of an inquiring mind in general — and
he graciously resolved upon giving
Zaidee another chance.
" Sylvo's place ! where the only so-
ciety is the gentleman savage whom
Aunt Burtonshaw is so much afraid
of," said Mary ; and Mary shrugged
her shoulders, and pouted her red lip.
" Yes, I shall be very glad to see
Sylvo's place, my dear Elizabeth,"
said Mrs Cumberland ; " we will carry
female influence, and I trust refine-
ment, there : it will do Sylvo good, I
am sure." Only Zaidee said nothing
either of satisfaction or approval.
" She thinks the more, poor dear,"
said Aunt Burtonshaw.
And it was a very fortunate change
for Zaidee this removal ; it carried
her away from the daily excitement —
the secret anxiety, which constantly
had fresh fuel added to raise it higher.
Mary might pout, but she could
not help herself; and perhaps it was
no harm to Mary either, this going
away. The preparations were made
very hastily, for Mr Cumberland
was taking vigorous measures. The
door was impassable before the
little party were ready: they had
to make their escape by the win-
dow, after all, according to Mrs Bur-
tonshaw's prophecy; and even the
window would not have been left to
them had they stayed another day.
From the noise and dust and disturb-
ance of Mr Cumberland's improve-
ments, they went gratefully through
the bright country, on their short
summer's day's journey to Sylvo's
place. Sylvo was quite in great
spirits, laughing great " ha, ha's" from
1855.] Maud. By
under his mustache, no one could
tell for what reason, and preparing
himself for the most joyous hospi-
tality; he felt that he would rather
astonish Mansfield, when that excel-
lent savage came to visit him, on
his arrival. Two beautiful cousins
do not fall to the lot of every man ;
the curve of Sylvo's mustache re-
laxed, and those admirable teeth of
his slightly revealed themselves ; he
tried a pun after the fashion of Mr
Steele, and made such a deplorable
failure that the attempt was followed
by infinite plaudits; and on the whole
he could not help a comfortable con-
viction of his own attractions, mental
and physical. Sylvo was returning to
his place, improved by the society of
genius and feminine refinement, in the
best temper and best hopes imaginable.
It was quite a brilliant day for Sylvo,
the day which made him sole cava-
lier of this little travelling party ; he
grew quite elated with his important
position as he drew "nearer home.
And Sylvo was not disappointed in
his expectations. Mr Mansfield was
astonished when he stalked in, in his
morning costume, redolent of cigars,
and was ushered into a drawing-
room full of ladies. Mr Mansfield's
Alfred Tennyson. 311
astonishment was so extreme indeed
that he well-nigh made a quarrel with
Sylvo, who " might have let a man
know before he went right in among
them," Mr Mansfield thought. The
beautiful cousins made a great sensa-
tion in the neighbourhood of Sylvo's
place, where they shook off his
attendance rather unceremoniously,
and wandered by themselves through
the flowery lanes and fields. It was
a great refreshment to each of these
young hearts; they expanded once
more to each other, and from this
little pause and moment of observa-
tion looked back upon the time which
had just passed. It was a time of
infinite interest and importance to
both of them : to Mary the crisis of
her life; to Zaidee a great and
strange trial, by means of which the
crisis of her life also was to come.
While Mr Cumberland's porch rose
with its odd Gothic pinnacles on the
square gable, which it was his in-
tention to mould into conformity with
the lines of nature, Mr Cumber-
land's household found a very plea-
sant change in Sylvo's place; and
Sylvo had quite made up his mind, by
this time, when and how he was to
offer to Zaidee " another chance."
MAUD. BY ALFRED TENNYSON.
WE are old enough to remember
the time when the bare announce-
ment of a new poem from the pen of
Byron, or of a new romance from
that of Scott, was sufficient to send a
thrill of curiosity and expectation
through the whole body of the pub-
lic. No ingenious newspaper puffs,
containing hints as to the nature and
tone of the forthcoming production,
were then required to stimulate the
jaded appetite, and prepare it for the
enjoyment of the promised feast.
Gluttons all of us, we had hardly
devoured one dish fit for a banquet of
the gods, before we were ready for
another ; and it needed not the note
of lute or psaltery, sackbut or dul-
cimer, to induce us to pounce, raven-
ous as eagles, upon the coming prey.
Some selfishness undoubtedly there
was ; for we have known desperate,
and even demoniacal, struggles take
place for the possession of an early
copy. The mail-coach, which was
supposed to carry one or more of
these precious parcels a week or so
before the general delivery, was in
much greater danger of being stopped
and plundered than if the boot had
been stuffed with boxes containing
the laminous issue of the Bank of
England. One ancient guard, well
known to travellers on the north
road for his civility to passengers
and his admiration of rum and milk,
used to exhibit a lump behind his ear,
about the size of a magnum bonum
plum, arising from an injury caused
by the pistol of a literary footpad,
Maud, and other Poems. By ALFRED TENNYSON, D.C.L., Poet Laureate.
London, 1855.
312 Maud. By
who attacked the mail near Alnwick
for the purpose of obtaining forcible
possession of a proof copy of Rob Roy.
Judges were known to have absented
themselves from the bench for the un-
disturbed engorgement, and for weeks
afterwards the legal opinions which
they delivered were strangely studded
with medieval terms. As for the
poetical apprentices, Byron was, in-
deed, the very prince of the flat-caps.
No sooner was a fresh work of his
announced, than opium and prussic
acid rose rapidly in the market ; and
the joyous tidings of some new har-
lotry by Mr Thomas Moore created a
fluttering as of besmirched doves
among the delicate damsels of Drury
Lane.
All that, however, is matter of his-
tory, for the world since then has
become, if not wiser, much more cal-
lous and indifferent. We have been
fed for a long time upon adulterated
viands, and have grown mightily sus-
picious of the sauce. Since the lite-
rary caterers, with very few excep-
tions, betook themselves to puffing,
and to the dubious task of represent-
ing garbage only fit for cat's- meat, as
pieces of the primest quality, men
have grown shy through frequent
disappointment, and will not allow
themselves to be seduced into antici-
patory ecstasies even by the most
tempting bill of fare. When every
possible kind of publication — from
the lumbering journals and salacious
court-gossip of some antiquated pa-
trician pantaloon, edited by his sense-
less son, down to the last History of
the Highway, with sketches of emi-
nent burglars — from the play after
the perusal of which in manuscript
Mr Macready was attacked by Brit-
ish cholera, down to the poem so very
spasmodic that it reminds you of the
writhing of a knot of worms — from
audacious, though most contemptible,
forgeries on the dead, down to the
autobiography of a rogue and a
swindler— is represented as k' a work
of surpassing interest, full of genius,
calculated to make a lasting impres-
sion on the public mind," and so forth,
can it be wondered at if the public
has long ago lost faith in such an-
nouncements ? It would be as easy to
induce a pack of fox-hounds to follow
a trail through the town of Wick in
Alfred Tennyson. [Sept.
the herring season, as to allure pur-
chasers by dint of this indiscriminate
system of laudation.
Yet we deny not that at times we
feel a recurrence of the old fever-fit of
expectation. The advertisement of
a forthcoming novel by Sir E. B.
Lytton would excite in the bosoms of
many of us sensations similar to those
which agitate a Junior Lord of the
Treasury at the near approach of
quarter-day. If we could only be
assured of the exact time when Mr
Macaulay's new volumes are to ap-
pear, we might, even now, forgive
him for having kept us so long upon
the tenter-hooks. Let Lord Paliner-
ston fix a precise day for the issue of
his Life and Political Reminiscences,
and we gage our credit that, before
dawn, the doors of his publisher will
be besieged ; and, to come to the
immediate subject of this article,
we have been waiting for a long
time, with deep anxiety, for the
promised new volume of poems by
Alfred Tennyson. The young cor-
morant, whom from our study window
we see sitting upon a rock in the voe,
was an egg on a ledge of the cliff
when we first heard whisper that the
Laureate was again preparing to sing.
The early daisies were then starring
the sward, and the primroses bloom-
ing on the bank ; and now the pop-
pies are red amongst the corn, and
the corn itself yellowing into harvest.
Post after post arrived, and yet they
brought not Maud — a sore disap-
pointment to us, for we are dwelling
in the land of the Niebelungen, where,
Providence be praised, there are no
railways, and cheap literature is de-
liciously scarce — so we fell back upon
Tennyson's earlier poems, solaced
ourselves with the glorious rhythm of
Locksley Hall and the Morte D 'Arthur \
lay among the purple heather, and
read Ulysses and the Lotos-eaters, and
dreamed luxuriously of the Sleeping
Beauty. These, and one or two
others, such as Dora, and the Gar'
dener's Daughter, are poems of which
we never tire, so exquisite is their
expression, and so delicate their music;
and for their sake we are content to
pass over a good deal that is indiffer-
ent in quality, and much that is af-
fected in manner. For — the truth
' must be said, notwithstanding the
1855.]
Maud. By Alfred Tennyson.
chirping of numerous indiscreet ad-
mirers who are incapable of distin-
guishing one note from another —
Alfred Tennyson is singularly un-
equal in composition. Some of the
poems upon which he appears to have
bestowed the greatest amount of la-
bour, and on which we suspect he
particularly plumes himself, are his
worst; and we never could join in
the admiration which we have heard
expressed for In Memoriam. It is
simply a dirge with countless vari-
ations, calculated, no doubt, to show
the skill of the musician, but convey-
ing no impression of reality or truth-
fulness to the mind. Grief may be
so drawled out and protracted as to
lose its primary character, and to as-
sume that very modified form which
the older poets used to denominate
the luxury of woe. One epitaph, in
prose or verse, is enough for even the
best of our race, and the briefer it
can be made, the better. To sit
down deliberately and elaborate se-
veral scores in memory of the same
individual, is a waste of ingenuity on
the part of the writer, and a sore
trial of temper to the reader. Nor
can we aver that we are at all partial
to this kind of funereal commemoration
when carried to an extreme. Poets
may be excused for fabricating, in
their hours of melancholy, an occa-
sional dirge or so, which may serve
as a safety-valve to their excited feel-
ings ; but their voices were given
them for something better than to
keep wheezing all day long like a
chorus of consumptive sextons. There-
fore we have never included In Me-
moriam in the list of our travelling
library, but have left it at home on the
same shelf with Blair's Grave, and the
Oraisons Funebres.
We confess to have been disap-
pointed with The Princess. The idea
of the poem, though somewhat bi-
zarre, was novel and ingenious, and
allowed scope for great variety, but
it necessarily implied the possession
of more humorous power than Mr
Tennyson has yet displayed. In it,
however, are to be found some most
beautiful lines and passages — so beau-
tiful, indeed, that they almost seem
out of place in a poem which, as a
whole, leaves so faint and vague an
impression on the mind of the reader.
313
We ought, however, to accept The
Princess, a Medley, for what it pro-
bably was intended to be — a freak of
fancy ; and in that view it would be
unfair to apply to it any stringent
rules of criticism.
Even those who esteemed his later
volumes more highly than we were
able to do — who protested that they
had wept over portions of In Memo-
riam, and that they were able to ex-
tract deep lessons of philosophy from
divers dark sayings in The Princess,
which, to uninitiated eyes, seemed
rather devoid of meaning — even they
were constrained to admit that some-
thing better might have been expected
from Alfred. And now, when, after a
breathing -time, he had taken the
field afresh, we entertained a sincere
and earnest hope that his new poem
would be equal, if not superior, to any
of his former productions.
We have at last received Maud,
and we have risen from its perusal
dispirited and sorrowful. It is not a
light thing nor a trivial annoyance to
a sincere lover of literature to have it
forced upon his conviction that the
man, who has unquestionably occu-
pied for years the first place among
the living British poets, is losing
ground with each successive effort.
During the earlier part of the present
century, when poetry as an especial
art was more cultivated if not more
prized than now, there were many
competitors for the laurels ; and
when the song of one minstrel ceased
or grew faint, another was emulous
with his strain. It is not so now.
We have, indeed, much piping, but
little real melody 5 and knowing that
we have but a very slight poetical
reserve to fall back upon, we watch
with more than ordinary vigilance
and anxiety the career of those who
have already won a reputation. It
is singular, but true, that the high
burst of poetry which many years
ago was simultaneously exhibited
both in Germany and Great Bri-
tain, has suddenly declined in either
country — that no adequate successors
should be found to Schiller, Goethe,
Tieck, and Uhland, in the one — or to
Scott, Byron, Campbell, and Cole-
ridge, in the other. Many more
names, both German and British, we
might have cited as belonging to the
3U
Maud. By Alfred Tennyson.
[Sept.
last poetic era, but these are enough
to show, by comparison, how much
we have dwarfed in poetry. It may
be that this is partly owing to the
wider range of modern literature, and
the greatly increased demand for
ready literary ability, but the fact re-
mains as we have stated it ; and cer-
tainly there are now few among us
who devote themselves exclusively
to the poetic art, and fewer still who
have cultivated it with anything ap-
proaching to success. First among
the latter class we have ranked, and
still do rank, Tennyson. He has re-
sisted all literary temptations which
might have interfered with his craft ;
like Wordsworth, he has refused to
become a litterateur, and has taken his
lofty stand upon minstrelsy alone. And
upon that one account, if on no other,
we should deeply regret to see him
fail. Occasional failure, or what the
world will term as such, is no more
than every poet who has early de-
veloped his powers, and whose genius
has met with ready recognition, must
expect; for, in the absence of any
universal standard, the public are
wont to weigh the actions, words, and
writings of each man separately, and
to decide upon their merit according
to previous achievement. It may be
a positive misfortune to have suc-
ceeded too early. There is much more
in the word " Excelsior " than meets
the common eyes, or, we shrewdly
apprehend, than reaches the under-
standing of the men who use it so
freely. A man may rise to fame by
one sudden effort ; but unless he can
leap as high, if not higher, again, he
will presently be talked of as a cripple
by multitudes, who, but for his first
airy vault, would have regarded his
second with astonishment. It is the
consciousness of the universal appli-
cation of this rule of individual com-
parison which, in all ages, has forced
poets and other literary men to study
variety. Having achieved decided
success in one department, they doubt
Vhether their second effort can tran-
scend the first ; and being unwilling
to acknowledge discomfiture, even by
themselves, they essay some new feat
of intellectual gymnastics. That the
world has been a gainer thereby we
do not doubt. " New fields and new
pastures" are as necessary to the.
poet as to the shepherd ; only it be-
hoves him to take care that he does
not conduct us to a barren moor.
Now let us examine more parti-
cularly the poem before us. Had
Maud been put into our hands as the
work of some young unrecognised
poet, we should have said that it ex-
hibited very great promise — that it
contained at least one passage of such
extraordinary rythmical music, that
the sense became subordinate to the
sound, a result which, except in the
case of one or two of the plaintive
ancient Scottish ballads, and some
of the lyrics of Burns, has hardly
ever been attained by any British
writer of poetry — that such passages,
however, though they exhibited the
remarkable powers of the author, were
by no means to be considered as mani-
festations, or rather assurances, of his
judgment, even in musical matters,
since they alternated with others of
positively hideous cacophony, such as
we should have supposed that no
man gifted with a tolerable ear and
pliable fingers would have perpetrated
— that sometimes a questionable taste
had been exhibited in the selection of
ornaments, which were rather gaudy
than graceful, and often too ostenta-
tiously exposed — that there were other
grave errors against taste which we
could only attribute to want of prac-
tice and study — that the objection-
able and unartistic portions of the
poem were, leaving the mediocre
ones altogether out of the question,
grossly disproportionate to the good
— and that the general effect of the
poem was unhappy, unwholesome,
and disagreeable. Such would have
been our verdict, had we not known
who was the writer; and we feel
a double disappointment now when
forced to record it against a poet of
such deserved reputation. But it is
the best course to express our opinion
honestly, and without reservation.
Mr Tennyson's indiscriminate ad-
mirers may possibly think it their
duty to represent this, his latest pro-
duction, as a magnificent triumph of
genius, but they never will be able
to persuade the public to adopt that
view, and we trust most sincerely
that the Laureate will not permit him-
self to be confirmed in practical error
through their flatteries. We say this
1855.]
Maud. By Alfred Tennyson.
much because we see no reason for
attributing the inferior quality of his
later poems to any decay of his native
or acquired powers. We believe that
he can, whenever he pleases, delight
the world once more with such poetry
as he enunciated in his youth ; but
we think that he has somehow or other
been led astray by poetic theories,
which may be admirably adapted for
the consideration of dilettanti, but
which are calculated rather to spoil
than to enhance the productions of
a man of real genius. Theories
have been ere now the curse of many
poets. For example, who will deny
that, but for their obstinate adher-
ence to theory, the reputations both
of Wordsworth and of Southey
would have been greater than they
presently are ?
Maud is a monologue in six-and-
twenty parts, each of them intended
to depict a peculiar phase of the mind
of the speaker, who is a young gentle-
man in decayed circumstances, and
therefore morbid aud misanthropical.
The poem opens thus : —
" I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little
wood,
Its lips in the field above are dabbled with
blood-red heath,
The red-ribb'd ledges drip with a silent hor-
ror of blood,
And Echo there, whatever is ask'd her, an-
swers 4 Death.'
For there in the ghastly pit long since a body
was found,
His who had given me life— O father ! O God !
was it well ? —
Mangled, and flattened, and crush 'd, and dinted
into the ground :
There yet lies the rock that fell with him when
he fell.
Did he fling himself down ? who knows ? for
a great speculation had fail'd,
And ever he mutter 'd and madden "d, and ever
wann'd with despair,
And out he walk'd when the wind like a
broken worldling wail'd,
And the flying gold of the ruin'd woodlands
drove thro' the air.
I remember the time, for the roots of my hair
were stirrM
By a shuffled step, by a dead weight trail'd,
by a whisper'd fright,
And my pulses closed their gates with a shock
on my heart as I heard
The shrill-edged shriek of a mother divide the
shuddering niyht.
Villany somewhere ! whose ? One says we
are villains all.
Not he : his honest fame should at least by
me be maintained :
315
But that old man, now lord of the broad
estate and the Hall,
Dropt off gorged from a scheme that had left
us flaccid and drained.
Why do they prate of the blessings of Peace ?
we have made them a curse,
Pickpockets, each hand lusting for all that is
not its own ;
And lust of gain, in the spirit of Cain, is it
better or worse
Than the heart of the citizen hissing in war on
his own hearthstone ?
But these are the days of advance, the works
of the men of mind,
When who but a fool would have faith in a
tradesman's ware or his word ?
Is it peace or war ? Civil ivar, as I think,
and that of a kind
The viler, as underhand^ not openly bearing
the sword.
Sooner or latter I too may passively take the
print
Of the golden age — why not ? I have neither
hope nor trust :
May make my heart as a millstone, set my
face as a flint,
Cheat and be cheated, and die : who knows ?
we are ashes and dust."
Is that poetry ? Is it even respect-
able verse? Is it not altogether an
ill - conceived and worse - expressed
screed of bombast, set to a metre
which has the string-halt, without
even the advantage of regularity in
its hobble ? Do not say that we are
severe, we are merely speaking the
truth, and we are ready to furnish a
test. Let any man who can appreci-
ate melody, turn to Locksley Hall^ and
read aloud eight or ten stanzas of that
wonderful poem, until he has pos-
sessed himself with its music, then
let him attempt to sound the passage
which we have just quoted, and he
will immediately perceive the woe-
ful difference. The contrast between
the breathings of an JEolian harp and
the rasping of a blacksmith's file is
scarcely more palpable. Our young
misanthrope goes on to describe the
ways of the world, of which he seems
to entertain a very bad opinion, and
finally comes to the conclusion that
war upon a large scale is the only
proper remedy for adulteration of co-
mestibles, house-breaking, and child-
murder.
" And the vitriol madness flushes up in the
ruffian's head,
Till the filthy by- lane rings to the yell of the
trampled wife,
While chalk and alum aud plaster are sold to
the poor for bread,
And the spirit of murder works in the very
means of life.
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Maud. By Alfred Tennyson.
[Sept.
And Sleep must lie down arm'd, for the vil-
lanous centre-bits
Grind on the wakeful ear in the hush of the
moonless nights,
While another is cheating the sick of a few
last gasps, as he sits
To pestle a poisoned poison behind his crimson
lights.
When a Mammonite mother kills her hahe for
a burial fee,
A nd Timour-Mammon grins on a pile of chil-
dren's bones,
Is it peace or war ? better, war ! loud war by
land and by sea,
War with a thousand battles, and shaking a
hundred thrones.
For I trust if an enemy's fleet came yonder
round by the hill,
And the rushing battle-bolt sang from the
three-decker out of the foam,
That the smooth-faced snub-nosed rogue would
leap from his counter and till,
And strike, if he could, were it but with his
cheating yardwand, home."
Having thus vented his bile by a
wholesale objurgation of the peace-
party, which shows, as Bailie Jarvie
says, that "the creature has occasional
glimmerings," this unhappy victim of
paternal speculation suddenly bethinks
himself that there are workmen at
the Hall, now the property of the
" millionaire" or " grey old wolf," by
which endearing titles the father of
Maud is designated throughout, and
that the family are coming home. He
remembers the little girl —
" Maud with her sweet purse-mouth when
my father dangled the grapes,"
but makes up his mind to have
nothing to say to her :
" Thanks, for the fiend best knows whether
woman or man be the worse.
I will bury myself in my books, and the Devil
may pipe to his own."
However, on an early day he ob-
tains a glimpse, in a carriage, of " a
cold and clear-cut face," which proves
to belong to Maud, and he thus de-
scribes her —
" Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly
null,
Dead perfection, no more ; nothing more, if
it had not been
For a chance of travel, a paleness, an hour's
defect of the rose,
Or an underlip, you may call it a little too
ripe, too full,
Or the least little delicate aquiline curve in a
sensitive nose,
From which I escaped heart -free, with the
least little touch of spleen."
The thaw, however, commences.-
He presently hears her singing ; and,
as this passage is the first in the
volume which displays a scintillation
of poetic power, or reminds us in any-
way of the former writings of Mr
Tennyson, we gladly insert it : —
" A voice by the cedar tree,
In the meadow under the Hall !
She is singing an air that is known to me,
A passionate ballad gallant and gay,
A martial song like a trumpet's call !
Singing alone in the morning of life,
In the happy morning of life and of May,
Singing of men that in battle array,
Ready in heart and ready in hand,
March with banner and bugle and fife
To the death for their native land.
Maud with her exquisite face,
And wild voice pealing up to the sunny sky,
And feet like sunny gems on an English
green,
Maud in the light of her youth and her grace,
Singing of Death, and of Honour that can-
not die,
Till I well could weep for a time so sordid
and mean,
And myself so languid and base.
Silence, beautiful voice !
Be still, for you only trouble the mind
With a joy in which I cannot rejoice,
A glory I shall not find.
Still ! I will hear you no more,
For your sweetness hardly leaves me a
choice
But to move to the meadow and fall before
Her feet on the meadow grass, and adore,
Not her, who is neither courtly nor kind,
Not her, not her, but a voice."
When we read the above passage
we had good hope that the Laureate
had emerged from the fog, but he
again becomes indistinct and distort-
ed. However, the worst is past, for
we verily believe it would be impos-
sible for ingenuity itself to caricature
the commencement. Maud begins to
smile upon Misanthropes, who is, how-
ever, still suspicious ; for her brother
has an eye to a seat for the county,
and the young lady may be a can-
vasser in disguise. We should like to
know what gentleman sate for the
following sketch : —
" What if tho' her eye seem'd full
Of a kind intent to me,
What if that dandy-despot, he,
ThatjeweWd mass of millinery,
That oifd and curl d Assyrian Bull
Smelling of musk and of insolence,
Her brother, from whom I keep aloof,
Who wants the finer politic sense
To mask, tho' but in his own behoof,
With a glassy smile his brutal scorn —
What if he had told her yestermorn
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How prettily for his own sweet sake
A face of tenderness might he feign'd,
And a moist mirage in desert eyes,
That so, when the rotten hustings shake
In another month to his brazen lies,
A wretched vote may be gain'd."
It seems, however, that a young
member of the peerage, who owes his
rank to black diamonds, is an ad-
mirer of Maud ; whereupon the mis-
anthropic lover again becomes abu-
sive :—
" Sick, am I sick of a jealous dread ?
Was not one of the two at her side
This new-made lord, whose splendour plucks
The slavish hat from the villager's head ?
Whose old grandfather has lately died,
Gone to a blacker pit, for whom
Grimy nakedness dragging his trucks
And laying his trams in a poison'd gloom
Wrought, till he crept from a gutted mine
Master of half a servile shire,
And left his coal all turn'd into gold
To a grandson, first of his noble line,
Rich in the grace all women desire,
Strong in the power that all men adore,
And simper and set their voices lower,
And soften as if to a girl, and hold
Awe-stricken breaths at a work divine,
Seeing his gewgaw castle shine,
New as his title, built last year,
There amid perky larches and pine,
And over the sullen-purple moor
(Look at it) pricking a cockney ear.
What, has he found my jewel out ?
For one of the two that rode at her side
Bound for the Hall, I am sure was he :
Bound for the Hall, and I think for a bride.
Blithe would her brother's acceptance be.
Maud could be gracious too, no doubt,
To a lord, a captain, a padded shape,
A bought commission, a waxen face,
A rabbit mouth that is ever agape —
Bought ? what is it he cannot buy ?
And therefore, splenetic, personal, base,
Sick, sick to the heart of life, am I."
But, after all, Misanthropes proves
too much for the titled Lord of the
Mines, for he and Maud have a walk
together in a wood, and the courtship
commences in earnest.
" Birds in our wood sang
Ringing thro' the valleys,
Maud is here, here, here
In among the lilies.
I kiss'd her slender hand,
She took the kiss sedately ;
Maud is not seventeen,
But she is tall and stately.
* * * *
Look, a horse at the door,
And little King Charles is snarling,
Go back, my lord, across the moor,
You are not her darling."
O dear, dear! what manner of stuff
is this ?
VOL. LXXVIII. — NO. CCCCLXXIX.
But that Assyrian Bull of a brother
is again in the way, and treats Mis-
anthropos cavalierly ; notwithstand-
ing which, he proposes to Maud, and
is accepted. We make every allow-
ance for the raptures of a lover on
such an occasion, and admit that
he is privileged to talk very great
nonsense ; but there must be a
limit somewhere ; and we submit to
Mr Tennyson whether he was justi-
fied, for his own sake, in putting a
passage so outrageously silly as the
following into the mouth of his hero: —
" Go not, happy day,
From the shining fields,
Go not, happy day,
Till the maiden yields.
Rosy is the West,
Rosy is the South,
Roses are her cheeks,
And a rose her mouth.
When the happy Yes
Falters from her lips,
Pass and blush the news
O'er the blowing ships.
Over blowing seas,
Over seas at rest,
Pass the happy news,
Blush it thro' the West ;
Till the red man dance
By his red cedar tree,
And the red man's babe
Leap, beyond the sea.
Blush from West to East,
Blush from East to West,
Till the West is East,
Blush it thro* the West.
Rosy is the West,
Rosy is the South,
Roses are her cheeks,
And a rose her mouth."
Mr Halliwell some years ago pub-
lished a collection of Nursery Rhymes.
We have not the volume by us at
present; but we are fully satisfied
that nothing so bairnly as the above
is to be found in the Breviary of the
Innocents. The part which follows
this is ambitiously and elaborately
written, and we doubt not will find
many admirers. It is eminently
rhetorical, and replete with graceful
imagery, but somehow there is not a
line in it which haunts us. It seems
to us a splendid piece of versification,
but deficient in melody and passion,
and much too artificial for the situa-
tion. Others, however, may think
differently, and therefore we extract
the conclusion : —
"• Is that enchanted moan only the swell
Of the long waves that roll in yonder bay ?
Y
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[Sept.
And hark the clock within, the silver knell
Of twelve sweet hours that past in bridal
white,
And died to live, long as my pulses play ;
But now by this my love has closed her
sight
A nd yiven false death her hand, and stolen
away
To dreamful wastes wJtere footless fancies
dwell
Among the fragments of the golden day.
May nothing there her maiden grace affright !
Dear heart, I feel with thee the drowsy spell.
My bride to be, my evermore delight,
My own heart's heart and ownest own, fare-
well.
It is but for a little space I go :
And ye meanwhile far over moor and fell
Beat to the noiseless music of the night !
Has our whole earth gone nearer to the glow
Of your soft splendours that you look so
bright ?
/ have climb'd nearer out of lonely Hell.
Beat, happy stars, timing with things below,
Beat with my heart more blest than heart can
tell,
Blest, but for some dark undercurrent woe
That seems to draw — but it shall not be so :
Let all be well, be well,"
Then follows some namby-pamby
which we shall not quote. There is
to be a grand political dinner and
dance at the Hall, to which Mis-
anthropes is not invited ; but he
intends to wait in Maud's own
rose-garden until the ball is over,
when he hopes to obtain an inter-
view for a moment. Then comes a
very remarkable passage, in which
Mr Tennyson gives a signal specimen
of the rhythmical power which he pos-
sesses. The music of it is faultless ;
and we at least are not disposed to
cavil at the quaintness of the imagery,
which is almost Oriental in its tone.
We treasure it the more, because it is
the one gem of the collection — the
only passage that we can read with
pure unmixed delight, and with a
perfect conviction that it is the strain
of a true poet. Other passages there
are, more ambitious and elaborate,
studded all over with those metaphors,
strange epithets, and conceits which
are the disfigurement of modern poet-
ry, and which we are surprised that
a man of genius and experience should
persist in using ; but they all seem to
us to want life and reality, and surely
the ink was sluggish in the pen when
they were written. Only in this one
does the verse flash out like a golden
thread from a reel ; and we feel that
our hands are bound, like those ot
Thalaba, when the enchantress sang
to him as she spun : —
" Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone ;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses blown.
For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
To faint in his light, and to die.
All night have the roses heard
The flute, violin, bassoon ;
All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd
To the dancers dancing in tune;
Till a silence fell with the waking bird,
And a hush with the setting moon.
I said to the lily, « There is but one
With whom she has heart to be gay.
When will the dancers leave her alone ?
She is weary of dance and play.'
Now half to the setting moon are gone,
And half to the rising day ;
Low on the sand and loud on the stone
The last wheel echoes away.
I said to the rose, ' The brief night goes
In babble and revel and wine.
O young lord-lover, what sighs are those,
For one that will never be thine ?
But mine, but mine,' so I sware to the rose,
4 For ever and ever, mine.'
And the soul of the rose went into my blood,
As the music clash 'd in the hall ;
And long by the garden lake I stood,
For I heard your rivulet fall
From the lake to the meadow and on to the
wood,
Our wood, that is dearer than all ;
From the meadow your walks have left so
sweet
That whenever a March-wind sighs
He sets the jewel-print of your feet
In violets blue as your eyes,
To the woody hollows in which we meet
And the valleys of Paradise.
The slender acacia would not shake
One long milk-bloom on the tree ;
The white lake-blossom fell into the lake,
As the pimpernel dozed on the lea ;
But the rose was awake all night for your
sake,
Knowing your promise to me;
The lilies and roses were all awake,
They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
Come hither, the dances are done,
In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,
Queen lily and rose in one;
Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls,
To the flowers, and be their sun.
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There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate,
She is coming, my dove, my dear ;
She is coming, my life, my fate;
The red rose cries, ' She is near, she is near;'
And the white rose weeps, ' She is late ; '
The larkspur listens, ' I hear, I hear ;'
And the lily whispers, ' I wait.'
She is coming, my own, my sweet ;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthy bed ;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead ;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red."
Little more of story is there. The
lovers are surprised in the garden by
the Assyrian Bull and Lord Culm
and Coke, and the former smites
Misanthropos on the face. A duel
ensues, when " procumbit humi bos."
Misanthropos betakes himself to
France, returns, finds that his love is
dead, and goes mad. Mr Tennyson
has written a mad passage, but we
must needs say that he had better
have spared himself the trouble.
Seven pages of what he most accu-
rately calls " idiot gabble," are rather
too much, more especially when they
do not contain a touch of pathos. We
weep over the disordered wits of
Ophelia — we listen to the ravings of
Misanthropos, and are nervous as to
what may happen if the keeper should
not presently appear with a strait-
jacket. The case is bad enough when
young poetasters essay to gain a
hearing by dint of maniacal howls ;
but it is far worse when we find a
man of undoubted genius and wide-
spread reputation, demeaning himself
by putting his name to such absolute
nonsense as this : —
" Not that grey old wolf, for he came not back
From the wilderness, full of wolves, where he
used to lie ;
He has gather'd the bones for his o'ergrown
whelp to crack ;
Crack them now for yourself, and howl, and
die.
Prophet, curse me the blabbing lip,
And curse me the British vermin, the rat ;
I know not whether he came in the Hanover
ship,
But I know that he lies and listens mute
In an ancient mansion's crannies and holes :
Arsenic, arsenic, sir, would do it,
Except that now we poison our babes, poor
souls !
It is all used up for that."
Can Mr Tennyson possibly be la-
bouring under the delusion that he is
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using his high talents well and wisely,
and giving a valuable contribution to
the poetic literature of England, by
composing and publishing such gibber-
ish? We are told that there is method
in madness, and Shakespeare never
lost sight of that when giving voice
to the ravings of King Lear ; but this
is mere barbarous bedlamite jargon,
without a vestige of meaning, and it
is a sore humiliation to us to know
that it was written by the Laureate.
At length Misanthropos recovers
his senses ; principally, in so far as we
can gather from the poem, because
the British nation has gone to war
with Russia ; and we expected to learn
from Mr Tennyson that he had enlist-
ed, and gone out to the Crimea to
head a forlorn hope, and perish in a
hostile battery. It appears, however,
that he had no such intention ; and
the poem closes with the following
passage, which bears a singular resem-
blance to fustian :—
" Tho' many a light shall darken, and many
shall weep
For those that are crush 'd in the clash of
jarring claims,
Yet God's just doom shall be wreak 'd on a
giant liar ;
And many a darkness into the light shall leap,
And shine in the sudden making of splendid
names,
And noble thought be freer under the sun,
And the heart of a people beat with one desire ;
For the long, long canker of peace is over
and done,
And now by the side of the Black and the
Baltic deep,
And deathful -grinning mouths of the fortress,
flames
The blood-red blossom of war with a heart of
fire."
It must, we think, have been ob-
served by most readers of Tennyson's
poetry, that his later productions do
not exhibit that felicity of diction
which characterised those of an earlier
period. It seems to us that he for-
merly bestowed great pains upon his
style, which was naturally ornate, for
the purpose of attaining that simpli-
city of expression which is the highest
excellence in poetry as in every other
kind of composition. By simplicity
we do not mean bald diction, or baby
utterance ;— we use the term in its
high sense, as expressive of the ut-
most degree of lucidity combined with
energy, when all false images, far-
fetched metaphors and comparisons,
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[Sept.
and mystical forms of speech, are dis-
carded. The best of Tennyson's early
poems are composed in that manner ;
but of late years there has been a
marked alteration in his style. He
gives us no longer such exquisite little
gems as Hero and Leander, which was
printed in the first edition of his poems,
but which seems to have been ex-
cluded, through over-fastidiousness,
from the subsequent collection. It is
many a long year since we read that
poem, but we know it by heart suffi-
ciently well to declaim it; and we
venture from memory to transcribe
the opening stanza ; —
" O go not yet, my love !
The night is dark and vast,
The moon is hid in the heaven above,
And the waves are climbing fast ;
O kiss me, kiss me once again,
Lest that kiss should be the last !
O kiss me ere we part —
Grow closer to my heart —
My heart is warmer surely than the bosom
of the main ! "
What can be more beautiful, musi-
cal, or exquisite than that passage?
No wonder that it lingers on the mind,
like the echo of a fairy strain. But
turn to those simple passages in Maud,
and you find nothing but namby-
pamby. We have already quoted
more than one such passage, and per-
haps it is unnecessary to multiply in-
stances; but, lest it should be said
that lovers' raptures, being often in-
comprehensible, incoherent, and rather
childish in reality, ought to be so ren-
dered in verse, we pray the attention
of the reader to the following few
lines, which admit of no such plea in
justification : —
" So dark a mind within me dwells,
And I make myself such evil cheer,
That if I be dear to some one else,
Then some one else may have much to fear ;
But if I be dear to some one else,
Then I should be to myself more dear.
Shall I not take care of all that I think,
Yea ev'n of wretched meat and drink,
If I be dear,
If I be dear to some one else ? "
On what possible pretext can lines
like these be ranked as poetry ? Why
should we continue to sneer at Stern-
hold and Hopkins, when the first po-
etical writer of the day is not ashamed
to give such offerings to the public ?
In his more ambitious attempts, Mr
Tennyson is now wordy, and very often •
rugged. Some of his later verses bear
a strong resemblance to that kind of
crambo which was invented to test the
youthful powers of pronunciation ; and
the enigma relating to " Peter Piper,"
who " pecked a peck of pepper off a
pewter platter," is not more execrably
cacophonous than many lines which we
could select from the volume before us.
Here is one instance, not by any means
the strongest : —
" Be mine a philosopher's life in the quiet
woodland ways,
Where if I cannot be gay let a passionless
peace be my lot,
Far-off from the clamour of liars belied in the
hubbub of lies ;
From the long-necked geese of the world that
are ever hissing dispraise
Because their natures are little, and, whether
he heed it or not,
Where each man walks ivith his head in a cloud
of poisonous flies. "
Also it appears to us that he has
become addicted to exaggeration, and
an unnecessary use of very strong lan-
guage. The reader must have already
perceived this from the extracts we have
given descriptive of Maud's brother,
and of his friend ; but the same vio-
lence of phraseology is exhibited when
there appears no occasion for hyper-
bole, and then the effect becomes ludi-
crous. In former times, few could vie
with Mr Tennyson in the art of height-
ening a picture ; now he has lost all
discretion, and overlays his subject,
whether it relates to a material or a
mental image. We might pass over
" daffodil skies," " gross mud-honey,"
" ashen -grey delights," " the delicate
Arab arch" of a lady's feet, and " the
grace that, bright and light as a crest
of a peacock, sits on her shining head."
We might, we say, pass over these
things, as mere casual lapses or man-
nerisms ; but when Mr Tennyson, for
the purpose, we presume, of indicating
the morbid tendencies of his hero,
makes him give vent to the following
confession, we have no bowels of com-
passion left, and we feel a considerable
degree of contempt for Maud for hav-
ing condescended to listen to the ad-
dresses of such a pitiful poltroon : —
" Living alone in an empty house,
Here half-hid in the gleaming wood,
Where I hear the dead at mid-day moan,
And the shrieking rush of the wainscot mouse,
And my own sad name in corners cried,
When the shiver of dancing leaves is thrown
About its echoing chambers wide,
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Till a morbid hate and horror have grown
Of a world in which I have hardly mixt,
And a morbid eating lichen fixt
On a heart half turned to stone."
But we have no heart to go on fur-
ther ; nor shall we criticise the minor
poems appended to Maud, for there is
not one of them which we consider at
all worthy of the genius of the author.
A more unpleasant task than that
which we have just performed in re-
viewing this poem, and in passing so
unfavourable a judgment, has not de-
volved upon us for many a day. We
hoped to have been able to applaud —
we have been compelled, against our
wish and expectation, to condemn. It
may possibly be said that there was no
occasion for expressing any kind of
opinion ; and that if, after perusing
Maud, we found that we could not
conscientiously praise it, it was in our
option to let it pass unnoticed. But
we cannot so deal with Mr Tennyson.
His reputation is a high one ; and he
has a large poetic following. In justice
to others of less note, upon whose
works we have commented freely, we
cannot maintain silence when the Lau-
reate has taken the field. Some of
those whom we have previously no-
ticed, may possibly think that our
judgments have been harsh — for when
did ever youthful poet listen compla-
cently to an honest censor ? — but they
shall not have an excuse for saying
that, while we spoke our mind freely
with regard to them, we have allowed
others of more acknowledged credit to
escape, when their writings demanded
condemnation. Why should we at-
tempt reviewing at all, if we are not
to be impartial in our judgments? If
the opinion which we have expressed
should have the effect of making Mr
Tennyson aware of the fact that he is
seriously imperilling his fame by issu-
ing poems so ill considered, crude,
tawdry, and objectionable as this, then
we believe that our present plainness
of speech will be the cause of a great
gain to the poetic literature of the
country. If, on the contrary, Mr Ten-
nyson chooses to turn a deaf ear to our
remonstrance, we cannot help it ; but
we have performed our duty. We have
never been insensible to his merits, nor
have we wilfully withheld our admira-
tion; and it is from the very poignancy
of our regret to see a man so gifted de-
scend to platitudes like these, that we
have expressed ourselves so broadly.
Fain would we, like Ventidius in Dry-
den's play, arouse our Anthony to ac-
tion ; but we cannot hope to compass
that by sugared words, or terms of in-
dolent approval. We must touch him
to the quick. In virtue of the laurel-
wreath, he is the poetical champion of
Britain, and should be prepared to
maintain the lists against all comers.
Is this a proper specimen of his powers?
By our Lady of the Lances ! we know
half-a-dozen minor poets who, in his
present condition, could bear him from
his saddle in a canter.
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Notes on Canada and the North-west States of America. [Sept.
NOTES ON CANADA AND THE NORTH-WEST STATES OF AMERICA.
PART VI.
MINNESOTA.
THERE was no little curiosity ex-
cited in the quiet and remote town of
St Anthony as the unusual procession
passed through it, of a bark-canoe in
a waggon, followed by two voyageurs
and four Englishmen ; and when we
stopped for a moment at the hotel
and entered the bar, the billiard-
players in the adjoining room, and the
loafers of the neighbourhood, crowded
inquisitively round to discover the
origin of the visit. When they heard
the route we had taken from Superior,
we were overwhelmed with inquiries
as to the nature of the country, the
character of the pines on the Upper
Mississippi, and its advantages gene-
rally as a district in which to settle ;
for most of the inhabitants of these
western towns are anxious to hold
land beyond them, so as to profit by
the advance of civilisation, and are
ever seeking information from ex-
plorers, who, if they are personally
interested, give the public no more of
their experience and observation than
they can help, until they have estab-
lished their own claims in an indis-
putable manner, and then their de-
scriptions are of course framed so as
to induce emigration to flow in the
desired direction as freely as possible.
As we were quite uninterested, we
were also quite impartial, and gave a
true account, which, however, was
most probably not believed. St
Anthony is a cheerful, pretty place,
clean and well built, containing about
two thousand five hundred inhabitants.
A great rivalry exists between it and
St Paul ; the former owing its pros-
perity to the conveniences it de-
rives for timber operations from the
magnificent water-power — the latter
from its position at the head of Mis-
sissippi navigation. It is, indeed,
possible to navigate the river to this
point with a smaller class of boats ;
but it is doubtful whether those em-
ployed below St Paul will ever be able
to reach it, or whether it would be
desirable that they should do so. The
distance is about fourteen miles, but
the actual northing is not more than
two, while the stages perform the
journey overland in less than an hour,
the distance not exceeding eight miles.
St Anthony is already a curious
mixture of a manufacturing town
and a watering-place. The extreme
beauty of the scenery in the neigh-
bourhood, the attractions of the Falls
themselves, and the comfortable and
civilised aspect of the town, are begin-
ning to render it a fashionable summer
resort, and picturesque villas are
springing up on all available sites ; but
upon the bank of the river, saw-mills,
foundries, shingle-machines, lath-fac-
tories, &c., keep up an incessant
hubbub — delightful music to the white
man, who recognises in the plashing
of water, and the roar of steam, and
the ring of a thousand hammers, the
potent agency which is to regenerate
a magnificent country, and to enrich
himself — but the harshest sounds that
ever fell upon the ear of the Indian,
for they remind him of the great
change through which he has already
passed, and proclaim his inevitable
destiny in loud unfaltering tones.
The first dwelling-house was only
erected in this city in the autumn of
1847, and Mrs Ard Godfrey claims
the honour of having given birth to
the first of the fair daughters of St
Anthony. There are now numerous
manufactories, shops, newspaper
offices, and young ladies ; four organ-
ised churches — Presbyterian, Baptist,
Episcopalian, and Methodist ; while
the importance of the place has been
much increased by its having been
selected as the location for the uni-
versity of Minnesota ; the Act pro-
viding " that the proceeds of all lands
that may hereafter be granted by the
United States to the territory, for the
support of a university, shall be, and
remain, a perpetual fund, to be called
the ' University Fund,' the interest of
which shall be appropriated to the
support of a university." This univer-
1855.] Notes on Canada and tlie North-west States of America.
sity was opened in 1851, and already
contains about a hundred pupils.
Indeed, Minnesota seems determined
to be in advance of the age, for two
sections in every township have been
appropriated for the support of com-
mon schools, no other State having
previously obtained more than one
section in each township for such a
purpose.
At the foot of the Falls the
voyageurs launched the canoe and
prepared lunch, whilst we explored
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and lay back in quiet contemplation
of most magnificent scenery pos-
sessing all the charms of novelty,
and the advantages of being visited
under the most favourable, though
certainly somewhat unusual circum-
stances.
The stream was broad and sluggish ,
and the fish rose so freely in every
direction, and exhibited themselves so
temptingly as they jumped and glitter-
ed in the sunshine, that our indefatig-
able fishing companion destroyed his
the neighbourhood and sketched the own peace of mind, and kept continu
___ __i_ *. 1_ f^,. ,-„ a]|y h00fcing njs friends in unsuccess-
ful attempts to delude his prey with
gaudy-coloured flies; but he could
only boast of one rise, and that was
known to himself alone, so we voted
that the tranquil enjoyments of the
evening ought not to be disturbed by
such restless proceedings ; and pro-
Falls. They are only twenty feet in
height ; but the scenery does not de-
rive its interest from their grandeur,
but from the perfect grouping of rock
and wood and water on a magnifi-
cent scale. The Mississippi is up-
wards of six hundred yards wide
above the Falls. These are quite
perpendicular, and the water drops in hibiting all distracting ejaculations of
beautiful single- sheets on either side
of a huge mass of white sandstone,
of a pyramidal form, which splits
the stream. The rapids below ex-
surprise or delight, made Le Feve
chaunt the melodious song of the
voyageur, and watched the thin blue
clouds of the fragrant pure leaf of Vir-
tend for several hundred yards, and ginia circling in the air. There was
are very broad, divided into vari- one reach inexpressibly beautiful,
ous channels by precipitous islands where a stream issues from beneath
of sandstone, gigantic blocks of thick foliage, and leaps a perpendicular
which are strewn in grotesque con- cliff seventy or eighty feet high. It
fusion at the base of lofty walls of takes its rise in Lake Minnetonka,
stratification of dazzling whiteness.
These fantasticall shaed islands
twelve miles distant, to the fertile
shores of which many immigrants
are thickly wooded, and birch and have already been attracted, and
passing through the romantically
situated Lake Calhoun, terminates
thus abruptly its brief existence. A
little below it, a lofty wall of white
sandstone, about two hundred feet
in height, seems to bar the passage
of the river ; and the loop-holed walls
of Fort Snelling appear to totter upon
the brink of the dizzy precipice, but
maple cling with desperate tenacity
to nooks and crannies in the perpen-
dicular cliffs. The banks of the river
are of a character similar to the
islands in its stream ; and there is a
picturesque old mill upon the opposite
side, the first that was built here,
which has just arrived at such a stage
of decay as to give an additional charm
to the scene. The white houses of the stars and stripes flaunt bravely
St Anthony are almost hidden by the
thick foliage of the left bank.
We could scarcely bear to tear our-
selves away from so lovely a spot,
after only two hours spent in explor-
above them, and are as little
likely to be moved as the rock on
which they are planted. Passing
round the base of this promontory,
we find ourselves opposite the de-
ing its beauties ; but we had fourteen bouchure of the most important tribu-
miles still before us to St Paul, and
the sun was already getting low in
tary of the Upper Mississippi. Here
the Minnesota, or St Peter's River,
the heavens ; so we paddled gently pours in its deep, quiet volume, after
on, or sometimes rested on our oars,
and, letting our canoe float down the
stream between perpendicular cliffs
a long course through a district which
has been described as the Italy of the
north-west — the " Undine region " of
gave ourselves up to the enervating Nicollet. It is navigable for many
influences of the balmy evening air, miles, and opens up a country con-
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cerning which we can obtain and im-
part more full information when we
arrive at St Paul. Meantime there
is the city of Mendota, situated upon
an island at the confluence of the two
rivers — a less rapidly progressive
place than is usual in these parts,
having suffered from those obstructive
tendencies which characterise war
departments generally, and in conse-
quence of which the large military
reserve attached to Fort Snelling,
upon which it is situated, has only
recently been available for practical
purposes. Mendota possesses great
advantages of position, and was for
long a trading-post of the American
Fur Company. Five miles lower
down, upon a lofty bluff overhanging
the Mississippi, stands the city of St
Paul — its handsome houses and
churches crowning the heights, and a
fleet of steamboats moored at their
base. Slipping unassumingly behind
one of these white ungainly river-
monsters, we hauled up our picturesque
little bark, and, shouldering our packs
for the last time, ascended the long
staircase which led up the cliff, and
found ourselves in the main street of
the capital of Minnesota.
" Wai, gentlemen, you seem flush
of camp-fixings, any why," said one of
a group of tall Americans who were
lounging at the bar of the hotel at St
Paul, when we entered and deposited
upon the floor sundry kettles, grid-
irons, bags of provisions, &c. " Just
come in from the pereras, I reckon ;
but as there ain't been a steamer in
from St Peter's for a week, guess you
must have tramped it." " No ; we
have come from Superior in a bark
canoe." " And whar are you bound
for ? " " For Chicago and the east."
" Then, of course, you'll take the cars
from Rock Island." " Well, we
think of leaving the Mississippi at
Galena, and going by rail from thence
— a route at least a hundred miles
shorter than by Rock Island." " Ah !
take you a tarnation longer time
though, and cost you a steeper lot of
dollars — that's a fact ! " As this was
manifestly absurd, we vouchsafed no
reply, so he went on another tack.
",Liquor up, gentlemen." We bowed.
" Let me introduce you to some of
the most highly esteemed of our citi-
zens." We bowed again. " Now
then, mister," turning to the man at
the bar, " drinks round, and cobblers
at that." We all indulged in long sucks
at the seductive reeds; then a " high-
ly esteemed citizen" ejaculated, "Bri-
tishers " — I nodded — " and pretty
smart ones too," said our entertainer;
" there ain't many men in St Paul
that's made your journey. I'm the
agent of the Rock Island Railway,
and I'll tell you what — I'll trade
tickets to Chicago for the hull four of
you against your canoe, this hyar
gun, and them fixings right off ; and
if you've a mind to do the thing cheap,
don't think twice about it, for you
won't get such an offer from the 'coon
over the way." We said we were
not smart enough to embark so ra-
pidly in the speculation ; and then
followed a series of inquiries as to the
present condition of Superior, and its
future prospects— for the latest intel-
ligence of its progress was as eagerly
received by this knot of speculators
as a Crimean telegraph at the War
Office. We in our turn heard, to our
dismay, that the water in the river
was so low that the departure of any
steamer was most uncertain ; so we
were fain to console ourselves with a
comfortable night's rest, and the pro-
spect of exploring at our leisure the
town and its neighbourhood. St Paul
is perhaps the best specimen to be
found in the States of a town still in
its infancy with a great destiny before
it. Its progress hitherto has been
equalled only by Chicago. In 1847
a few trading-huts, rejoicing under
the soubriquet of Pig's Eye — a name
still retained by some rapids just
below the town — marked the site of
the present city ; and it occurred to
some of the French traders and Yan-
kee squatters upon the unpre-empted
land in the neighbourhood, to mark
out what is called in the States a
town plat, without apparently any
anticipation of the important results
which were ultimately to attend their
speculation ; indeed, they were some-
what old-fashioned in their notions,
and laid out their plat in what one of
the present citizens, in his account of
the first years of St Paul, calls " little
skewdangular lots, about as large as
a stingy card of gingerbread broke in
two diagonally." The consequence
was, that for the first two years there
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325
was very little temptation to put any-
thing upon the said lots; but in 1849,
some celebrated go-ahead speculators
took up the thing, one of whom, Henry
M. Rice, is now pushing on Superior
as he did St Paul, when he was in
company with John R. Irving, with
whom he u bought in." At this time
there were half-a-dozen log- huts, a
hotel, a couple of stores, a log Catholic
chapel, and about one hundred and
fifty inhabitants — a community which
was worthy of being represented by
the press; and, accordingly, Colonel
James M. Goodhue arrived in the
same year to start a paper, which he
intended to call " The Epistle of St
Paul." The good people there, how-
ever, had discrimination enough to
object to the name, and so he called
it the Minnesota Pioneer, in one of the
articles of which he gives an amusing
description of his finding himself, on a
raw, cloudy day in April '49, in a
forlorn condition, at the bottom of the
cliff, surrounded by his press, types,
and printing apparatus, with no shed
to put them in, or acquaintance in
the place. A Yankee editor is not to
be discouraged by trifles ; so he got
a room " on" Third Street, "as open
as a corn-rick," from which airy tene-
ment his first number issued, "in the
presence of Mr Lull, Mr Cavileer, Mr
Neill, and perhaps Major Murphy."
After that he got a lot in what he sup-
posed would be the middle of the town,
having " calculated that the two ends
would probably unite there," and,
building a dwelling-house, lived in it
through the next year, without having
it lathed or plastered. Such was the
origin of St Paul, and such the com-
mencement of the Pioneer, which, in
the language of the editor, has " ad-
vocated Minnesota, morality, and re-
ligion, from the beginning." In the
recent death of this gentleman, St Paul
has sustained a great loss ; and if he
had been as successful in his advocacy
of the two latter principles as of that
of the territory, Minnesota would be
a terrestrial paradise ; for it began to
shoot ahead thenceforward with a ven-
geance. There are now four daily,
four weekly, and two tri- weekly
papers, which is pretty well for a Far
West town only five years old, and
more than Manchester and Liverpool
put together. There are four or five
hotels, and at least half-a-dozen hand-
some churches, with tall spires point-
ing heavenward, and sundry meeting-
houses, and a population of seven or
eight thousand to go to them, and good
streets with side-walks, and lofty
brick warehouses, and stores, and
shops, as well supplied as any in the
Union; and " an academy of the high-
est grade for young ladies ;" and
wharves at which upwards of three
hundred steamers arrive annually,
bringing new settlers to this favoured
land, and carrying away its produce
to the south and east. The navi-
gation of the river is closed during
the four winter months, or from No-
vember to March. As the resources
of Minnesota are developed, the trade
upon the river must continue to in-
crease. The saw-mills of St Anthony,
St Paul, and Stillwater will supply
countless feet of timber for the states
further south ; its prairies will fur-
pish live stock ad libitum; and
its cereal produce will, according to
Colonel Goodhue, hold its own with
the most favoured States. That gen-
tleman thus compares its capabilities
in this respect with its principal rival,
Illinois. " We will give Illinois May
the start, and Minnesota shall come
out ahead. Don't care what the crop
is — any grain, any root — anything
from a castor bean, or an apple or pear
tree, or a pumpkin, to a sweet potato
or a tobacco plant. Why, sucker, do
you know you have frosts about two
weeks earlier in Illinois than we do
here? It is a fact! We will show these
people sights who come up here in.
May, and go shivering back home,
saying that Minnesota is * too cold
for craps.1 " And so on in the same
strain with regard to cattle. In addi-
tion to all this, there is the Indian
trade, which is certainly diminishing,
but still forms a large share of the
business done in St Paul. During
our stay there, we frequented con-
stantly the shops of some of the traders,
and overhauled moccasins embroider-
ed with porcupine quills; tobacco-
pouches ornamented with beads ;
tomahawks, pipes, and all the appur-
tenances of Indian life, which these
men pick up from Sioux or Chippeway
warriors, and sell as curiosities, with
histories attached to certain articles,
alleged to have been bought from
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326
famous chiefs, which may or may
not be true, but in consideration
of which extra charge is made.
At all events, I am prepared to as-
sert against all comers, on the autho-
rity of a most respectable citizen from
whom I bought them, that a pipe
now in my possession, and which
bore the traces of recent use, toge-
ther with a very frowzy old tobacco-
pouch, did really belong to the most
celebrated war-chief and extensive
scalp-taker among the Sioux, popu-
larly called "Medicine Bottle," but
whose Indian name is Wah-kan-o-
jan-jan, which is an unconscionable
amount of gibberish for the word light,
which it literally signifies. These
shops have their agents up the coun-
try, who supply the Indians with am-
munition, blankets, guns, &c. in ad-
vance, and at a considerable profit, in
anticipation of the price at which they
purchase their furs and peltries from
them. The young men of the tribes,
however, very often come into the
town to trade, and a party of Chip-
peways had been in St Paul about
three weeks before our visit, who had
afterwards gone out upon the war-
path. Some Sioux, however, disco-
vered their trail upon the St Peter's
River, between Fort Ridgley and
Traverse des Sioux, and having lain
in ambush till their enemies were in
the act of fording the stream, rushed
upon them, and took fifteen scalps.
Some of the victims were women and
children ; the Chippeways are the
only tribe who take their families with
them on the war-path.
We hired a light waggon one after-
noon, and drove about the country near
St Paul, in search of trout streams and
pretty scenery. We were not happy
in lighting upon the former, but there
was ample to gratify us so far as the
latter was concerned. St Paul is
generally the prominent feature in
every view, and its noble position
justly entitles it to this distinction.
I scarcely ever remember to have
seen anything more lovely than the
sunset, as we stood upon a newly-
raised terrace near an unfinished
Elizabethan villa, which an evidently
prosperous citizen was erecting upon
a hill, and which commanded a noble
view of the town, with the deep broad
river sweeping past lofty cliffs, and
the woodland country stretching away
to distant hills bathed in tints of
richest purple.
The most striking characteristic of
the environs of St Paul, however, is
the utter wildness of the surrounding
country. In whatever direction you
ascend the hills which encircle the
town, with the exception of the busy,
gay-looking city, all is gloomy forest
or solitary prairie ; and there can be
no stronger testimony to the rapid
growth of the place, than the fact that
the country in the immediate vici-
nity is still in a state of savage na-
ture. No doubt a few years will
work a marvellous change here too ;
but the most interesting element of
the scenery will be destroyed when
this wonderful combination of civili-
sation and barbarism has disappeared.
The land immediately round St
Paul is not very fertile, as it consists
principally of sand and loam ; it pos-
sesses, however, the advantage of
retaining heat and producing rapid
vegetation. That portion of Minne-
sota which is universally admitted to
be endowed with greater advantages
of soil and climate, and to be gene-
rally a more favoured district, than
any other in the north-west, is the
valley of the St Peter's, and which
was described as " the prettiest coun-
try lying wild that the world can
boast of, got up with the greatest care
and effort by old dame Nature ten
thousand years or more ago, and which
she has been improving ever since."
Indeed, I was quite tired of hearing its
praises, and looking at the plans of
prospective cities on the banks of the
river. There is Shakopee, Le Sueur,
Traverse des Sioux, Kasota, Mankato,
and Henderson, all thriving cities,
containing from one to fifty log-houses
each, but with imaginary public
buildings, squares, and streets, enough
for a moderately- sized empire. That
they have a great future in store
there can be no doubt. The St Peter's
is navigable for upwards of a hundred
miles, and receives numerous streams,
fertilising this region so prolific in re-
sources, and affording at the same
time a ready outlet. We unfortu-
nately had not time to ascend this
river, or to judge for ourselves upon its
capabilities and beauties. But Mr Bond ,
who has written a book describing
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his adopted territory, kindles when he
writes of this valley, and in a burst of
enthusiasm exclaims, that you may
ride " across rolling prairies of rich
luxuriance, sloping away in the wide
blue dreamy-looking basin of the
Minnesota, the loveliest view of broad
fair voluptuous Nature, in all her un-
concealed beauty, that ever flashed
upon mortal vision, to Henderson."
It would be manifestly out of place for
any mortal, whose vision had not been
thus blessed, to say anything more
about Henderson, or the way to it ;
and if people won't go and settle there,
atleast neither Mr Bond nor I willhave
anything to reproach ourselves with.
The population of the territory
has increased since 1850, when it was
6077, to 140,000 ; so that even a go-
ahead Yankee has no cause for com-
plaint ; and the influx of immigrants
must augment with increased facilities
of access. From its position near the
centre of the continent of North
America, with excellent water-car-
riage to the gulfs of Mexico and the
St Lawrence, a railway to the Pacific
is only needed, to render perfect a
chain of communication, which would
advance, not only the prosperity of the
territory from which it started, but of
the whole Union and of Canada. At
present, however, if there is not a rail-
way in Minnesota, there is no coun-
try in the world where they are more
wanted, and where they are likely to
spring up more rapidly. It may be
interesting to glance at the probable
direction of these lines, and the traffic
which will pass along them. The first
•which will be completed will be a
short one, eight miles long, from St
Paul to St Anthony; but the one
which will contribute chiefly to the
settlement of the territory, is from
Madison, the capital of Wisconsin,
which is already connected with New
York by rail, to St Paul, a distance of
two hundred miles, through the most
fertile part of Wisconsin. This rail-
road has been chartered to extend
from St Paul to the western boundary
of the territory, and it is contemplated
ultimately to the Pacific. At present
a " difficulty" has arisen in its con-
struction, which will probably be set-
tled by Congress, as difficulties usually
are in the States. Other lines from
the east will tap the Mississippi valley
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at Prairie du Chien, or Prairie la Crosse.
The one to Dubuque, in Iowa, is
already finished, and this city can
now be reached by rail from New
York, a distance of twelve hundred
miles. A projection, second only in
magnitude to the great Pacific scheme,
has been entertained, of connecting
St Paul with New Orleans, a distance
of two thousand miles. This will pro-
bably be completed in the course of a
very few years, as the line presents
no engineering difficulties, passing
through a populous country the whole
way, and, in its successful competition
with the Mississippi, will set at rest
for ever any doubt of the superiority
of rail way over water carriage, if it still
exists in the minds of benighted east-
erns. Another line essential to the
interests of Minnesota is already com-
menced, to connect St Paul with Su-
perior. When I visited St Paul there
was a good deal of excitement, involv-
ing a great consumption of quid and
expenditure of oaths, in consequence
of the conduct of a certain Colonel,
who was also a member of Congress,
and who, after the bill was passed,
sanctioning the railway, by the exer-
cise of what is called, in Congressional
language, " outside influence," but
which, in unvarnished American,
means dollars, persuaded the engross-
ing clerk to substitute " and " for " or,"
thereby altering entirely a most im-
portant provision in the bill, which
somewhat interfered with his particu-
lar interest. This was accidentally
discovered before the final assent to
the bill was given, and the charter
was repealed in consequence.
The effect will simply be to run a
line in another direction between the
two places ; for the value of this
connection is incalculable, and the ad-
vantage to be gained from it is not to
be lost by individual roguery. The
two great ports upon the western
lakes must ever be Chicago and Supe-
rior. From the former is now ex-
ported the produce of the West for the
Atlantic board. To reach the entrance
of the Erie Canal, it makes a circuit
of 980 miles. The distance from Su-
perior to the same point is only thirty-
six miles more. It is evident that the
produce of the country lying to the
back of these ports, will find its way
by the most convenient route to the
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nearest outlet. At present the whole
surplus produce of Minnesota goes to
Chicago by river and rail, a distance
of 500 miles. When the rail to Supe-
rior is completed through the hundred
miles of magnificent lumber country
which separates that city from St
Paul, the whole produce of the Upper
Mississippi valley, as far south as the
borders of Iowa, will find its outlet in
this direction, instead of in the other.
The lumber of the St Croix, the live
stock of the St Peter's, the cereals of
the Eed River and Western Wiscon-
sin, will centre at Superior. Here, too,
will be the emporium for the pro-
ducts of that mineral region in the
midst of which it is situated, and which
may safely be pronounced the most
prolific in the world. The iron and
copper for the south will be conveyed
to St Paul by this railway, and thence
by the Mississippi to New Orleans, or
wherever may be its ultimate destina-
tion. It is clear from this that the
railway which connects these towns
will be the channel through which the
trade of the east and the south of this
great continent will freely flow, gath-
ering volume as it passes from the
mighty stream of western produce
which here pours into it. But the
enterprise which lies nearest the
heart of every Minnesotian is the rail-
way to the Pacific. I was fortunate
enough, when at Washington, to meet
Governor Stevens, of Washington
Territory, in which the western ter-
minus is situated, upon the Straits of
De Fuca, which separates our colony
of Vancouver's Island from the main-
land. This gentleman had just ar-
rived to lay his survey and report
upon the northern route before Con-
gress. He entertained the strongest
opinion of its practicability. The
length of the line from Chicago to
the Pacific will be 1960 miles. Of this
distance 990 miles, or about one-half
of the whole, are embraced under ex-
isting acts of incorporation, granted
by Wisconsin and Minnesota, for the
construction of a railway in the re-
quired direction, some portion of which
is already completed. It is true that
the remaining 900 must pass through
country uninhabited except by Indians
and buffalo, with the exception of the
Eed River settlements, a little to the
south of which it is designed to pass,
and the settlements upon the Pacific ;
but experience has shown that, in the
United States, it will always pay to
construct a railway through a wild
country, for the purpose of opening it
up for settlement ; and a single log-
hut is frequently the terminus of a
paying line. The very manner in
which they are located shows this.
Thus the government will reserve on
a railway a strip of land, perhaps fif-
teen miles wide, upon each side of the
line, throughout its entire length. This
is divided into sections of 640 acres,
which is again divided into eight lots.
No person is permitted to purchase
less than half a lot, the upset price
being a dollar and a quarter the
acre. The alternate sections are the
property of the railway, and it is en-
titled to make its selection of these as
it progresses. Hence the character
of the country through which it passes
becomes very important. The North
Pacific Rail way follows the Mississippi
from St Paul to the Sauk Rapids, where
it trends westward, and forms a junc-
tion with a branch from Superior, which
crosses the Mississippi near Sandy
Lake, thence to the great bend of the
Upper Missouri, across an undulating
country abounding in buffalo, with a
mild climate, no engineering diffi-
culties, and capable of producing
good crops and supporting a large
population ; then across a more sterile
country, bare of timber to the base of
the Rocky Mountains, and over them
by a pass nearly six thousand feet
high, and down into a fertile valley to
cross another range at an elevation of
about four thousand feet, which rises
abruptly from the Pacific. There is
every reason to suppose that by mak-
ing a short bend to the north into the
Hudson's Bay Company's territory,
both these ranges might be crossed at
a much less elevation. The Straits of
De Fuca are only fifteen days' steam
from Shanghai, which would then be
brought within a month's journey of
Liverpool.
These may be deemed extravagant
expectations in quiet old-fashioned
countries like our own, but people in
America are familiar with such enter-
prises. The rapidity of railway ex-
tension in the States is well illus-
trated by the present railway traffic
of Chicago. In 1852 there was only
one railway, forty miles long, into
this city. When I was there, two
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years afterwards, nearly twenty rail-
ways radiated either directly or by
connections from Chicago, with an ag-
gregate length of 2500 miles. They ex-
tend north, south, west, and south-east.
They are each from one to three hun-
dred miles long, passing through and
opening up new fertile districts. Eighty
trains, averaging 120 passengers each,
arrive daily at Chicago, and eighty
trains, taking nearly the same number
of persons, depart. The Illinois Cen-
tral, which is the longest railway in the
world — being 771 miles in length, in-
cluding branches — passes through this
town ; so it is well qualified to be the
terminus for the North Pacific line ; and
we have no business to doubt the en-
gineering performances of a country in
which there are already 21,310 miles
of railway laid down, or about 2500
miles more than in the whole of the
rest of the world put together.
But our discussion upon this sub-
ject is getting very nearly as long
as the North Pacific Bailway itself ;
so, having sufficiently considered the
political economy and statistics of
Minnesota and its capital, it is time,
before leaving the latter, to look at it
socially. Everybody in the Far West
is hospitable, but there is very little
time for idle ceremony in the exercise
of hospitality. We did not know any
persons there except those we met
accidentally at the hotel, and the
gentleman who disposed of our canoe
and camp-fixings by auction for our
benefit. He was a prosperous mer-
chant of the place, with a well- sup-
plied store ; and we were referred to
him as the principal auctioneer. Ac-
cordingly, we arranged the time and
place for the auction, and two small
boys perambulated the streets with
dinner-bells, informing the public of
St Paul, at the pitch of their voices,
that a bark-canoe, gun, and camp^
fixings, were to be put up for compe-
tition near the wharf, where our faith-
ful canoe was peacefully reclining.
At the appointed hour we sneaked
down to the river-side to see our dear
old craft knocked down to the highest
bidder. Our respect for her was too
great to admit of our approach so near
as to hear the unkind criticisms made
at her expense ; and the natural deli-
cacy of our feelings prevented our
listening to the deprecatory remarks
which were lavished upon our pro-
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perty generally ; so we retired to a
respectful distance, just far enough off
to hear Mr Collins, with a loud voice,
proclaim that she had "gone" for
seven dollars, and accompany his as-
sertion by a rap with his hammer,
which I hoped knocked a hole in the
bottom, for she was worth more in.
spite of her patches, and we had ori-
ginally purchased her for twenty dol-
lars. We were somewhat consoled
by hearing that an extra gun which
we had bought at the Sault for ten
dollars, for the use of the Indians or
voyageurs, fetched twelve. It was a
wretched piece of workmanship : one
barrel had never been known to go
off; the other, which everybody seem-
ed to consider a special duty to keep
loaded, used to explode spontane-
ously at the most unexpected and in-
convenient seasons.
Some idea may be formed of the
rapid increase of the value of town
lots in new cities, from the fact that
Mr Collins showed us one which he
had purchased three years before for
150 dollars. He was allowed three
years in which to pay his purchase
money. Upon the day he paid in
the last instalment, and thus com-
pleted his title, he sold the same lot
for 1600 dollars.
The weather was frightfully hot
during our stay in St Paul : the
thermometer stood one day at 95°
in my bedroom. There is in conse-
quence an immense consumption ot
cooling drinks always going on at
the bar. On Sunday I was struck
with a greater observance of the day
than I had anticipated. The numerous
churches are well filled, and St Paul
is rather celebrated for a more uni-
versal profession of religion than or-
dinarily characterises western towns,
— the inhabitants of which will tell
you that the Sunday is "just like
any other day, or indeed rather more
so." The dinner was the most un-
pleasant process at St Paul. In the
first place, the rush into the room at
the sound of the gong was terrific,
and excited and heated one in an
atmosphere at " blood-heat " to such
an extent that, combined with the
exertion of scrambling for dishes, and
the rapidity with which their contents
were necessarily bolted, we found
ourselves at the end of ten minutes
seated at the deserted tables, replete,
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panting, perspiring, and exhausted.
The master of the hotel sat at au
upper table, upon the sanctity of
which "unprotected males" were not
allowed to intrude, much to our dis-
gust, for the ladies have a private entry
before the gong rings, and sit at least
three minutes longer after dinner than
the gentlemen, besides indulging in
more elaborate preparations of corn,
buckwheat, and other special deli-
cacies. After dinner it is the correct
thing to go out upon the steps in
front of the hotel, unbutton your
waistcoat, and make one of a row of
tobacco consumers, some of whom
chew, some smoke, and some do both.
Here we tilt our chairs well back,
criticise the passers-by, as this is in
the main street — talk politics, and
drink cooling beverages; indeed, the
object of hurrying through dinner at
a railway pace is thus most satis-
factorily explained. It is evident that
the pleasures of the table consist, in
this country, not in the delicacy of the
viands, or in the act of their con-
sumption, but in the process of their
digestion, which is certainly doubly
necessary, ancj which is prolonged as
much as possible, and enjoyed in a
very epicurean manner.
We generally find ourselves here
in the best possible company ; and if
we do not actually mix with the
highest officials in the territory, at
least hear all about them. There is
a Governor, who is appointed by the
President and Senate for four years,
and who is ex ojficio Superintendent
of Indian Affairs and Commander-in-
chief of the Militia ; and there is a
Council and House of Representatives.
The number of councillors is limited
to fifteen, and of representatives to
thirty-nine, to be elected by a plural-
ity of votes. The suffrage is of
course universal to every free white
male inhabitant who is twenty- one
years old, and who has sworn to the
constitution of the United States, and
the act forming that of the territory.
There is a Supreme Court, with a
Chief Justice, and which goes circuits;
district courts, justices of the peace,
&c. There is also a pretty strong
militia. As the territory is only six
years old, all here are strangers, and all
adventurers ; and the most confused
Babel of languages greets our ears as-
we stroll along. Of course the Anglo-
Saxon language, in its varied modi-
fications of Yankee, English, Scotch,
and Irish prevails ; but there is
plenty of good French, and the voy-
ageur patois, Chippeway or Sioux,
German, Dutch, and Norwegian. The
possessors of these divers tongues are,
however, all very industrious and pros-
perous, and happy in the anticipation
of fortune-making. Joining ourselves
to some of these, we may enter with
them a bowling saloon, as these afford
great opportunities for observing the
manners and customs of the inhabit-
ants. The roughest characters from
all parts of the West, between the
Mississippi and the Pacific, collect
here, and from morning till night,
shouts of hoarse laughter, extraordin-
ary and complicated imprecations, the
shrill cries of the boy-markers calling
the game, and the booming of the
heavy bowls, are strangely inter-
mingled, and you come out stunned
with noise, and half blinded with to-
bacco smoke. Some of these men
were settlers from Pembina and the
Red River settlements. They come
down to Traverse des Sioux with a
long caravan of carts, horses, and oxen.
These they leave there, and take
steamer to St Paul for a hundred miles
down the St Peter, and lay in their
luxuries of civilisation, and those ne-
cessaries of life which are unprocur-
able in their remote settlement. They
were just starting for their return
journey when we were at St Paul,
and did not expect to arrive at Pem-
bina for a month or six weeks. The
distance from Traverse des Sioux is
about three hundred and fifty miles.
The country through which they pass
abounds in buffalo, but it is also in-
fested with hostile Sioux, who have
lately been particularly earnest in
their quest for white scalps, and they
are consequently compelled to raise
a breastwork for protection at the
camping - ground every night. In
winter, the journey is made with dog-
teams and snow-shoes. The popula-
tion upon the Red River is made up
of half-breeds, buffalo hunters, and
Scotch farmers, besides a few Indian
traders.
At last, after waiting three days
at St Paul, and haying sundry false
alarms of a start, it was intimated
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to us that we should be conveyed
from the hotel in an omnibus to a
steamer that really was about to
leave for Galena. It was somewhat
discouraging, when we bade adieu to
one of our friends, to see him turn up
his eyes when we told him the name
of the boat. " Wai, mister," he said,
" it's your business, not mine ; but I
know something of that boat. She
belongs to that darned picayunishold
'coon, Jim Mason, and he'll run her
till she sinks, or busts up, and then
God help the crowd." The Nominee,
one of the oldest and safest boats on
the river, was expected up in a day or
two, and we were half tempted to wait
for her ; but we were too much pressed
for time to justify such a proceeding;
so we drove down to the wharf, shook
hands tenderly with the omnibus-
driver, and boots, who accompanied
him to help us to get our luggage on
board, and went in search of cabins, in
the course of which B. found himself,
by mistake, in the ladies' saloon — a
fact he was politely informed of by one
of the occupants, who said, " Guess
you put for the wrong pew, mister."
The view of St Paul and the banks
of the river just below it is very beau-
tiful, and I was thankful for a stop-
page upon the Pig's Eye, as the delay
enabled me to take a sketch of the
town. The process of getting over a
shallow in a river steamer is somewhat
novel. The boat we were in had only
one paddle-wheel behind, and looked
like an animated water-mill. When
we got near a shallow, the pressure
was increased, and we charged it.
Our first attempt at the Pig's Eye was
a failure, and we were obliged to back
off; but we took another run and went
at it resolutely — then groaned and
creaked severely upon the sand, while
the old wheel behind worked and
pushed away bravely, stirring up
oceans of mud, until we scraped over
and paddled away again with the
rapid current.
The population upon the Upper Mis-
sissippi is beginning to be considerable,
and the settlers who have chosen their
locations upon its banks at all events
revel in magnificent scenery. There
are bold perpendicular cliffs towering
above the dark stream, like the ruined
walls of some gigantic fortress, divided
by deep valleys, where lofty forest trees
331
are connected by hanging creepers, and
grassy glades open up into rolling
prairie, dotted with cattle wading in
the deep pasturage; while here and
there a thin wreath of blue smoke,
curling over all, betokens the log-hut
and its entourage of cultivation. I un-
derstood that all this land was already
in the market, and most of it private
property. The way in which wild
land is settled in the States is worthy
of notice. The pioneers of civilisation,
without capital to purchase land, go
to those distant parts where they are
at liberty to " squat " without any
payment. A short residence of a
month or two on a piece of land is
sufficient to give a man a pre-emptive
claim to it at any future period ; so
that when it is surveyed and put up
for sale by the government, he is en-
titled to buy it at the fixed price of a
dollar and a quarter the acre, thereby
getting the advantage of his own im-
provement. He may then actually
sell the land at five or six times this
rate, and, paying the government the
amount due, pocket the difference, and
" make tracks " to wild lands further
west, and repeat the process there.
Thus there is always a great deal of
settled land beyond that which is ac-
tually surveyed and available for pur-
chase at land-offices. There are about
twenty millions of acres open for this
sort of settlement in Minnesota, and
the emigrant has free choice to go
and take possession of any loca-
tion that suits his fancy, without
asking permission, or being called
upon to pay a farthing to anybody.
He had better make his claim upon
the side of some navigable river, so
that he can reach a settlement without
difficulty ; or if he " conclude" to re-
main in a town, he must buy a lot,
and can run up a small house for him-
self in ten days or a fortnight. What
is called " green dimension lumber"
is twelve dollars a thousand feet at
St Paul, and nine dollars at St An-
thony. He will get shingles for his
roof at two dollars a thousand, and
find all the other necessaries in the
shape of glass, nails, putty, &c., at
reasonable prices.
The St Croix River enters the Mis-
sissippi from the left, about fifteen
miles below St Paul. It expands into a
lake just above the confluence, and
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divides Minnesota from Wisconsin.
We stopped at Point Douglas to take
in wood for fuel. It is a thriving town
opposite Point Prescot, a rival village
upon the Wisconsin side. Between
them was Lake St Croix, glowing in
the evening sun, and surrounded by a
charmingly diversified country, the
hills swelling back from the water, and
covered with prairie or forest, and
watered by large streams, abounding
in waterfalls and trout. Steamers
run up the St Croix to Stillwater, a
large town, settled long before St Paul,
and owing its prosperity to the lum-
ber districts upon the head waters of
the river upon which it is situated.
By ascending the St Croix for a hun-
dred miles in a bark canoe, and mak-
ing a short portage to the Brule
River, Lake Superior is easily reached.
At present Stillwater is a formidable
rival to St Anthony, boasting nume-
rous saw-mills, and floating countless
lumber rafts to the Southern States.
Lumber is, indeed, the most important
item of Minnesota exports, and fur-
nishes more employment to labour
than any other trade. Upwards of a
hundred persons are employed at the
Mississippi Boom alone, exclusive of
those engaged in running the rafts
down the river. The booms on the
St Croix, Rum River, and at the Falls
of St Anthony, require at least 300
more. But there is besides quite a
floating population on the rafts, who
are always getting in the way of the
steamers, and indulging in an immense
deal of "chaff" at their expense.
The wood here is cheaper than on Lake
Superior, 128 solid feet costing only
two dollars instead of three.
The most celebrated part of the
Upper Mississippi, as well for the
beauty of the scenery as for the ro-
mantic Indian legends which attach
to many of the most striking objects
in it, is Lake Pepin. It is properly an
expansion of the river, not exceeding
four or five miles in width, and twenty-
five in length. The current is, however,
barely perceptible. Upon the right,
lofty calcareous cliffs terminate ab-
ruptly. They are generally pyramidal
in form. The La Grange cliff at the
entrance to the lake is about 350 feet
in height, and a remarkable instance
of this ; the " Maiden's Rock" is a
lofty promontory projecting into the
lake, upon the north-east side, and
rising from it to an elevation of about
400 feet. It is so called because an
Indian damsel precipitated herself
from the top of it, like any civilised
young lady. Winona — for that was
her name — was incited to this act by a
sentiment which it has been supposed
only exists in the form of temporary
insanity in refined society. Her story
is considered, therefore, very re-
markable by the Indians, who have
handed down the romantic talc ; but
it is common enough among whites.
She was in love with rather a fast
young Sioux hunter, with no means
of his own, and no interest to obtain
anything, and of whom the parents,
therefore, did not approve as a match,
more particularly when an unexcep-
tionable " partie " offered himself, in
the shape of a warrior with a very good
income, a lodge very well garnished
with scalps, and an establishment
generally which no young woman of
proper feelings would have dreamt of
refusing. Winona, however, seems
to have been badly brought up, for she
persisted in her obstinacy. She cer-
tainly did go so far as to flirt a little
with the warrior, and chose him more
often than was quite correct, if she did
not mean anything, as her partner at
scalp-dances ; but this, she assured her
lover, was only for the sake of keep-
ing up appearances. in society: her
heart could never be another's, &c., &c.
At last her mamma said that it was
quite absurd of Winona to put the
whole family to inconvenience, and
prevent her younger sisters from being
settled in life through her caprice, to
say nothing of the money that had
been lavished upon her, and the trouble
which had been taken to get into the
best society on her account ; so she
read her husband a curtain-lecture to
that effect, and that respectable indi-
vidual took the opportunity of inform-
ing Winona one day, when they went
to get some blue clay, used as a pig-
ment, upon the shores of Lake Pepin,
that she must marry forthwith the
obnoxious warrior. Winona looked
submissive, but she was evidently a
determined little vixen at bottom,
for she stole away up the cliff, from
the top of which she harangued her
parents and some of her relations,
in reproachful and even disrespectful
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terms, and then, in spite of their ap-
peals " to return and all would be for-
given," she precipitated herself head-
long among them. It is said that the
young gentleman for whose sake she
thus terminated her existence, ap-
peared utterly disconsolate at the time;
but this is doubted, as, although no
very distinct traces of him have been
discovered, he is supposed to have
found consolation in the orthodox way,
and to have married an heiress.
There are some conical mounds upon
the prairie in the neighbourhood of the
lake, which look as if they were arti-
ficial, and are supposed to be similar
to those which have been opened in
other parts of the continent, and to
contain quantities of bones, showing
that they were the bury ing- places of
Indians. A few years will suffice to
obliterate all traces of the nations who
once inhabited these shores. Not only
will their present occupants be driven
farther west, but those mounds which
mark the resting-places of their ances-
tors will shortly be levelled by the
ploughshare, and the inequalities of
the ground, now so significant, will be
hidden by the long waving corn. The
very means of our locomotion suggest-
ed the rapidity of the change which is
taking place. A bark canoe is un-
known upon the waters of this part of
the Mississippi, and would now excite
as much wonder and curiosity among
the white men upon its banks, as a
steamer did fifteen years ago among
the red men, whose bark-lodges have
since made way for the log-huts. We
therefore regretted that we had not
pushed on in our bark canoe from St
Paul, instead of waiting for the
steamer, as we flattered ourselves we
should have produced very much the
same effect upon the inhabitants as
those gentlemen did who recently
pulled down the Danube in a Thames
wherry.
A little below Lake Pepin, a rocky
island, as lofty as the bluffs upon
either side, divides the stream, and is
remarkable as being of the same for-
mation as the cliffs, and not a mere
bank of alluvial deposit, as is the case
with everj7 other island on the river,
as far as New Orleans, with one or
two exceptions. As yet the popula-
tion seems almost altogether confined
to the eastern or Wisconsin bank of
VOL. LXXVIII. — NO. CCCCLXXIX.
the river. There was seldom an inter-
val of more than a mile without some
sign of the white man. Generally it
was the solitary log-hut, with the
usual wife, children, and chickens at
the door ; now and then a small
village, until we reach Prairie la
Crosse, a town rapidly rising into
importance, and the projected termi-
nus of a railway from Madison. Our
stoppages, however, were generally so
short that we could do little more
than stretch our legs for a few mo-
ments on terra firrna, when we were
warned on board again by the steamer's
bell.
Soon after leaving La Crosse,
we passed the " Nominee," crowded
with passengers, and firmly imbedded
on a sand-bank. We stopped for a
moment to make a few sarcastic and
humorous remarks upon their condi-
tion, when we touched the ground
ourselves, and were greeted by a loud
shout of laughter at this just retribu-
tion. However, our anterior wheel
exerted itself miraculously, and we
left the " Nominee" disconsolate, and
its captain devising Yankee dodges for
her release. She drew more water
than we did, and had two paddle-
wheels. In spite of their predicament,
I half envied the passengers in her,
who were going to try their fortune in
the country we were turning our backs
upon. The boundary of Iowa and
Minnesota was upon our right, and
I looked for the last time with regret
upon this vast territory, which covers
an area of 200,000 miles, which gives
origin to the mighty Mississippi, and
furnishes a thousand miles of its banks,
and which is as prolific in its resources
as inviting in its aspect. Blessed
with such advantages of soil and cli-
mate, daily becoming more easy of
access, with mercantile, agricultural,
lumbering, and mineral interests so
rapidly developing, no wonder that
the tide of emigration sets steadily in
its direction ; and he would be a rash
individual indeed, who would dare to
take the bet of one of its inhabitants,
who said, u We just setup Minnesota
against the rest of the world^ and all
the other planets, and coolly offer to
back her with any odds you may
choose to offer."
It was not to be expected that we
could make a voyage of two days and
z
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nights in a Mississippi steamboat with-
out getting " snagged," and we were
always on the tiptoe of expectation
for the crash, which at last came, and
" broke up " our paddle-wheel. We had
been reminded most forcibly of the
possibility of such an occurrence, hav-
ing nearly run up against the huge
stranded carcass of a steamer, which
not long before had shared this fate.
Fortunately, the bottom of our boat
did not suffer, so that a detention of
some hours under a range of bluffs
four or five hundred feet in height,
was the only inconvenience ; indeed,
we scarcely regretted even this, for
we enjoyed a ramble along the base
of the cliffs, and a swim in the river,
peculiarly grateful after the crowded
arrangements on board the boat.
This craft was by no means well
adapted for passengers under any
circumstances ; but in spite of her
bad character she had managed to
start from St Paul with a host of
deluded beings, who were for the
most part unprovided with berths,
and supplied to a very limited extent
with food. The consequence was,
that as the dinner-hour drew near,
the doors of the saloon were besieged
very much as those of an opera-house
are at a popular singer's benefit ; and
upon their being opened, a rush took
place, succeeded by a hot contest for
seats. This was a most disagreeable
process, and one which was very apt
to lead to unpleasant results ; so we
used generally to wait until two de-
tachments of unshaven ruffians had
dined, and then we came in for the
scraps at a late hour in the afternoon.
Upon one occasion we made a despe-
rate effort, and I got next the purser,
who always secured a good place for
himself at the first table. My mild re-
monstrance producing no effect, I was
roused by his placidity to still stronger
language, much to the astonishment
of the passengers, who look upon the
purser of a steamer in America with
as much awe as if they were under a
despotic monarchy, and he was (as
steamboat captains in the latter coun-
tries always are) a government spy.
The effect was as extraordinary as it
was unexpected. Instead either of
retorting with an oath or a bowie, or
following a totally different line and
adopting a conciliatory tone, the
purser, without relaxing his imper-
turbability, rose from his seat and
disappeared, leaving his plate, which
had just been replenished, untouched.
We were unable to discover whether
his feelings or his food had been too
much for him ; but it was perplexing
conduct, and made me feel a strong
desire to apologise to him upon the
first opportunity. He, however, never
exhibited any traces either of dis-
pleasure or of increased civility ; so-
we regarded it as a curious develop-
ment of Far West forbearance, and
one which (if he had taken his dinner
with him) would furnish a most use-
ful and profitable lesson to people in
any part of the world. From this
absence on the part of the purser of
any power or disposition to indulge
in repartee, he could hardly be the
one to whom, when a complaint was
made in one of these very boats that
the towel in the public washing-room
was filthy, answered pithily, u Wai
now, I reckon there's fifty passengers
on board this boat, and they've all
used that towel, and you're the first
one on 'em that's complained of it."
The most singular-looking place at
which we stopped was Winona — a
village called after the Sioux maiden
before mentioned. It consists of
thirty or forty wooden houses, scat-
tered over a perfectly level prairie
eight or ten miles long and about two
in width, and backed by a range of
well-rounded partially-wooded hills.
This prairie was the more remarkable,
because the scenery had been of the
same character, with this exception,
ever since leaving St Paul. The high
bluffs on either side, which appeared
so fantastic in shape at first, had lost
their interest in a large measure from
the great similarity which subsists
between them, and it was quite a relief
to come upon a stretch of prairie land.
Shortly after passing the mouth of
the Wisconsin river — celebrated as-
the one by which the Mississippi was
first reached by Marquette — we saw
the large and handsome town of Du-
buque upon the left bank, situated at
the base of hills terraced with vines
to the summit, and very much remind-
ing me of those upon the banks of the
Ehine. A long low island, with a
shallow channel between it and the
town, renders Dubuque somewhat
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335
difficult of access. We were so tired
of the steamer that we determined to
land here, and find our way across
the prairie to the Illinois Central
Railway, instead of going on to Ga-
lena. We were fortunate in meeting
with a hotel-keeper on the point of
starting in a light well - appointed
waggon, and four very bright-looking
nags. He offered to take the whole
party to Warren, forty miles, for a
consideration; and in half -an -hour
we were galloping along the main
street to the river. We were pretty
well able to judge of the extent
and prosperity of the town, and I
was not surprised to learn that it
was becoming a formidable rival to
Galena. It is the largest town in the
State of Iowa, with a population of
about 8000, and an increasing trade.
It was first settled by the Canadian
French in 1686, or a very few years
after the Mississippi was discovered,
for trading purposes with the Indians.
The streets are broad, and well laid
out, at right angles to one another,
with an active bustling population.
The progress of the town is, however,
quite of recent date, and is to be attri-
buted partly to the great influx of immi-
gration towards the whole west, more
particularly since the organisation of
Nebraska territory, to which it is an
important outlet, and partly to the
existence of the most prolific lead
mines which are to be found in the
" States," in its immediate neighbour-
hood. Dr Owen says that these af-
ford as much lead as the whole of
Europe, excepting Great Britain, and
that their capabilities are unbounded.
It is found principally in the upper
magnesian limestone. Zinc occurs
in fissures along with the lead. Iron
ore is also abundantly distributed.
There is a coal-field in the State,
not far south of Dubuque, em-
bracing an area of 20,000 square
miles, through which flow the Iowa
and Des Moines, both navigable rivers.
Wine is becoming quite an import-
ant article of manufacture and ex-
port from Dubuque, and the growth
of the vine certainly adds much to the
beauty of the place, whatever may be
its effect upon its prosperity. Here,
as in Minnesota, a great railway
system has been projected, and Du-
buque will shortly be connected with
Iowa city, the capital of the State,
from which it is distant seventy- two
miles. Here other railways from the
east will centre, and a grand trunk
line will extend to Council Bluffs
upon the Missouri, which forms the
western boundary of the States, and
divides it from the territory of Ne-
braska, which was only organised as
such last year. The general aspect
of the country is that of a high roll-
ing prairie, watered by magnificent
streams, and on the river courses
skirted with woodland. There are,
besides, timber lands less extensive
than the prairies. In an agricultural
point of view its capabilities are very
great ; the soil is everywhere fertile,
and its natural pastures afford great
facilities for the rearing of sheep and
cattle. When the great enterprise
which has been undertaken by the
State, of rendering the Des Moines
river, which flows into theMississippi,
navigable for two hundred miles from
its mouth, is completed, a tract of
country will be opened up well worthy
the attention of theintending emigrant.
At present the great rush is through
this state to Nebraska ; and I was sur-
prised to hear that comparatively few
took up locations upon the sunny hill-
sides of Iowa. It was only admitted
into the Union in 1846, and its popu-
lation, in 1852, had already reached
230,000, so that now it probably
amounts to about 400,000. We cross-
ed the river by a curiously construct-
ed ferry-boat, and found, waiting to
be conveyed to the western bank, ox
waggons, reminding me of those used
at the Cape of Good Hope— covered
with white canvass, and containing
the settler's family, and all his goods
and chattels. There seemed to be
very little difference in the process
which the Dutch boor calls " trekk-
ing," and that which the Illinois
farmer terms " making tracks." Our
Dubuque friend told us that through-
out the summer there had been an
unceasing stream of waggons and
teams crossing the river, and " mov-
ing to " the Far West ; and his asser-
tion was corroborated by the ferry-
man, who complained that one boat
had not been enough to do the work.
Ascending a steep hill, we shortly
after came upon an interesting family.
First, some yards in advance, the
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patriarch appeared, with rounded
shoulders and slouching gait, clothed
in a negligee buff- coloured suit —
his loose hunting-shirt reached near-
ly to his knees — his wide trousers
fell over low fox -coloured shoes —
one of his long arms swung by
his side, the other supported a
heavy rifle — his powder-horn, en-
cased in deer-skin, and his bullet-
pouch, ornamented with a squirrel's
tail, hung round his coarse sunburnt
neck. With long steps and flat In-
dian tread he stalked past, scarce
honouring with a glance of his keen
«ye our dashing equipage. Behind
trim came the waggon with the hardy-
looking mother surrounded by a brood
of small fry sitting in front, and all
their worldly possessions, from a bed-
stead to a tea-cup, stowed away in-
side. There was a big sensible-look-
ing dog keeping watch over all, doubt-
less a tried and faithful servant, to
whom I attached some significance
after the description I once heard a
Yankee give of the greatest friend he
possessed in the world. "Ah!" he
said, " my friend Sam is a hull team
and a horse to spare, besides a big
dog under the waggon." It said more
for the consistency of Sam's friend-
ship than if he had panegyrised him
for half-an-hour in our less forcible
Anglican mode of expression. A few
hundred yards in the rear came some
stray horses and cows, driven by a
barefooted lass with evidently nothing
on but a cotton gown, and even that
seemed to be an unnatural and dis-
agreeable encumbrance to her lower
extremities. The probability is, how-
ever, that some stray senator may
pick her up on some future day when
the " diggins," to which she is now
bound, become thickly populated and
progressive. Meantime her father
complains of being " crowded out,"
and says that he has no longer elbow-
room, and that people are settling
down under his nose, " when the near-
est farm to that which he has just left
in disgust is at least twenty miles dis-
tance by the sectional lines." He is
no emigrant from the old country, but
moved into Western Illinois when
that was the Far West. But he sees
crowds of emigrants moving beyond
him, and crowds more taking up their
location where he once roved in soli-
tary dignity; and that disturbs his
peace of mind, and he leaves the
cockney atmosphere for the silent
prairie far beyond the most distant
emigrant, never stopping, perhaps,
till he reaches the western borders of
Nebraska, where the Indian war-
whoop is still heard to recall the expe-
riences of his earlier days, and to keep
ever bright the watchful eye, and the
listening ear ever attentive, and thus
to add to the peaceful occupations of
agriculture, the excitement incident to
a border life.
" As the tinkling of the cattle-bells
died upon the ear, we emerged from a
wooded glen and found ourselves up-
on the open prairie. We were on
the southern border of Wisconsin and
Illinois, and the air of the wide open
country was fresh and exhilarating.
There were some large brick-fields
here, from which the town of Dubuque
was principally built; but it is pro-
gressing so rapidly that they are now
found to afford an inadequate supply.
Lead-shafts and furnaces were nume-
rous, and betokened the abundance of
the ore, which is found throughout a
great portion of South-western Wis-
consin, as well as in Iowa. No man
who visits America should leave it, if
possible, without taking a run upon
" our pereras." They certainly con-
tribute in no small degree towards
enabling " our country to whip crea-
tion." And there is an expanse and
freedom about them which accords
well with the spirit of the people who
occupy them. We galloped over the
grass, flushing prairie chickens, and
cracking our whips about our nags'
ears, to whose credit it must be said
that they did not need any such admo-
nition to do their duty, for in two hours
and a half we had rattled over the first
twenty miles, and stopped to bait at a
neat village, where we were tenderly
cared for, and regaled with excellent
fare, by a German housewife, who was
as primitive and simple in her manners
as if she was still in some Thai or other
in her fatherland ; then we " inspan-
ned " and passed thriving farms and
stacks of hay, and here and there en-
closures where the harvest had just
been gathered, every now and then
meeting more families moving west,
and once passing a traveller going in
the same direction as ourselves, whose
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costume and appearance excited the
deepest interest. He looked as per-
fect a representation of Don Quixote
as did his horse of Rosinante. In-
stead of a squire, however, he was
followed by a particularly thin mule,
on whose back were strapped all his
worldly effects, and which was at-
tached by a leading-rein to the tail of
his horse. He wore a tall conical
wide-awake, a long pointed beard,
and drooping mustache, and smoked
aCubano of surpassing size and length.
His sleeves were slashed to the shoul-
der, and his jacket ornamented with
rows of buttons. From a girdle round
his waist peered forth the handles of
sundry daggers and the butts of re-
volvers. A high - peaked Spanish
saddle was furnished with stirrups of
cumbrous manufacture, into which
were thrust heavy jack -boots, with
spurs such as Cromwell's dragoons
would have gazed at with wonder. It
was only natural that we should do the
same; and I did not think such speci-
mens were extant except in museums
of Spanish curiosities. He puffed along
with a dignified air, not appearing in
the least discomposed by his solitary
ride from California, or anxious to
reach its termination, which was in
all probability the railway, now only
about ten miles distant. Perhaps he
felt regret at the prospect of giving
up the wild adventurous life he had
been leading, and did not wish to
hurry — or perhaps his animals were
tired, which, considering they had
come two thousand miles, was not to
be wondered at ; but they looked as
hard as nails, or as he did himself.
Whatever was the cause, he jogged
slowly on ; and I watched him with
feelings of mingled curiosity and awe,
until his quaint form was lost in the
distance. The only other excitement
of the drive was a break-neck race
with another waggon, in which we
were both very nearly smashed, and
which had the advantage of hurrying
us over five miles of our journey be-
fore we knew it, and of bringing us
in time for the train a little after dark.
We did not see much of Warren in
consequence, but ensconced ourselves
in the most comfortable corner of the
car we could find, and gave ourselves
up to the luxuries of rapid locomotion
and civilisation. We were now in
337
Illinois — our Far West experiences
were fast drawing to a close — and
before daybreak we found ourselves
at Chicago, that emporium for west-
ern produce. The history of its rise
and progress has been fully discussed
by recent travellers ; and all the world
knows how, twenty years ago, there
were only a few log-huts here, ex-
posed to the depradations of savage
Indian tribes ; how, since then, it has
been increasing with untold rapidity;
how, within the last three years, the
population has risen from 38,000 to
75,000 ; how railways diverge from
it in all directions — the arteries of
that magnificent country of which it
is the heart ; how its lake commerce
rivals its railway traffic, and surpasses
that of any other town similarly
situated. It would betray the great-
est ignorance, nowadays, not to be
familiar with all this ; and they must
be ill-informed indeed who do not
know, moreover, that Colonel R. J.
Hamilton is the oldest inhabitant, but
that Mr G. W. Dole, and Mr P. F.
W. Peck came here so soon after that
they almost share the honours with
him, and are always referred to upon
interesting points touching the wea-
ther, the crops, &c. ; that the oldest
native inhabitant is a daughter of the
gallant colonel ; and that Mr Robert
A. Kinzie opened the first store, .and
Mr Elijah Wentwprth kept the first
tavern. All this is so much matter
of history that it would alike be in-
sulting to the individuals and the
British public to allude to it more
fully, or to dwell longer upon this
western metropolis ; so we again
ascend the cars, and, choosing for
greater expedition the " lightning
run" — Anglice, the express train —
sweep past clearings, forest, and farms
and villages, always accompanied by
the eternal telegraph wires and the
eternal ticket-taker, who perambu-
lates the cars ; and occasionally
making exploratory expeditions on
our own account through the cars
to pick up information, and jump
from one to the other — an agreeable
and exciting amusement when the
speed averages fifty miles an hour.
Of course we run off the rails, but
there are no lives lost, or any damage
done beyond a few bruises, and the most
intense exertion on the part of the
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[Sept.
male contents of the train, for three
hours in a broiling sun, to get the
engine and four carriages, which are
deeply imbedded in a clay ditch, out
of it, and back upon the rails, in which
at last we are successful. The acci-
dent turns out to have been exclu-
sively the fault of Tom, the switch-
man, whom the engine-driver thus
admonishes : — " Now, Tom, you
skunk, this is the third time you for-
got to set on that switch, and last
time there was twenty people went
under, and the balance was bruised,
so you mind what you're about, and
don't forget that switch again, or I'm
darned if Idon't tell the Boss" (station-
master). In a few hours after this
we had traversed the whole breadth
of Michigan, and found ourselves at
its principal city, Detroit. We could
say as much about it as about Chicago,
but abstain for the same reason ; and
jumping into the ferry-boat, in five
minutes afterwards we stand once
more upon British ground. But we
determine not to take breath until we
get to Niagara, though it is a bad
place to select for this purpose, as the
first sensation, on suddenly bursting
upon that unrivalled scene, is rather
that of impeded than of free respi-
ration. Accordingly, we rush in the
Great Western Railway through the
most fertile provinces of tipper Canada,
reach and cross the seething, boiling
water, and, seeking some grassy nook
upon Goat Island, overshadowed by
lofty forest trees, we listen to the
solemn roar of the mighty cataract,
and indulge in sensations which must
ever be more thoroughly appreciated
and intensely enjoyed with every suc-
ceeding visit, just as the music of a
favourite air never palls by repetition,
but only engraves itself more deeply
upon the memory of those senses it
has served to charm.
THE IMPERIAL POLICY OF RUSSIA.
PART III.
ON a late occasion in California,
the officers of the law having inter-
fered with some very flagrant case of
lynching, the sovereign people, of-
fended at such an infringement of
their privileges, met in solemn coun-
cil, and passed the following resolu-
tion : " That the theory of the supre-
macy and infallibility of the law is the
doctrine of tyrants, and is incompa-
tible with the spirit and genius of a
free and enlightened people, who are
the source of all power." * Democracy
has this advantage over despotism on
the score of honesty, that it sometimes
has the candour to avow the principles
on which it acts. Despotism has the
bump of caution more largely devel-
oped ; and, while acting on the theory
propounded in the above unique reso-
lution, affects to be moral, religious,
and legal, and plays the hypocrite for
ages as the guardian of order, until
the divinely-inflicted madness, so well
understood by the ancients, seizes it,
when, in an unwary moment, it shows
the cloven foot, and its real character
at last dawns upon the world, and it
is discovered to be quite as old an
anarch as democracy. We have come
to a point in Russian history where a
French minister of more than ordinary
sagacity saw the dangers likely to
accrue to Europe from Russian pre-
ponderance for the first time. Turkey
being appealed to in the Polish ques-
tion, prepared to make war ; but Ca-
tharine's plans were not yet matured,
or she preferred to wait until the ris-
ing suspicious of the Court of Ver-
Life of Catharine the Second. London, 1799.
SCHLOSSER'S Geschichte des ISten und des IQten Jahrhunderts.
Histoire de Russie. Bibliothdque de Lille.
THIBRS. Histoire du Consulat et de VEmpire.
Histoire de Napoleon. Par M. LAURENT DE L'ARDECHE. Paris, 1839.
ALISON. History of Europe, from the Fall of Napoleon to the Accession of Louis
Napoleon. Edinburgh, 1854.
* Times, July 2.
1855.]
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339
sallies should be allayed. So she
gave up for the present the deter-
mination of the limits between Russia
and Poland; and Poland, in conse-
quence of the imbroglio of her affairs
under Kussian intervention, became
the scene of the worst of wars — a war
partly religious, partly political, partly
foreign. A foreign army had occu-
pied a country to which no just claim
was even pretended. The internal
affairs of a once great and free nation
had been administered under the pres-
sure of the terrorism of its presence.
Its senators had been seized and
hurried off to exile, like common
felons, for daring to have a voice in
their own affairs. But it was not to
be wondered at that some spirit still
remained — especially among those
nobles who had been accustomed to
arbitrary power in their own provinces
— to resent and revolt against a coer-
cion so unnatural and anti-national.
Hence it came to pass that about the
year 1768 the condition of Poland was
about as miserable as that of any na-
tion could be. Some of those that
were impatient of the Eussian yoke
attacked the armies of that empire.
Secretly encouraged by Austria, and
more openly by France, they made
themselves masters of Cracow, and
of a part of Podolia ; and they met
together in the fortress of Bar, which
gave its name to their confederation.
The present Kussian troops being in-
sufficient, the Empress sent others
under the command of General Solti-
koff. The confederates made a second
application to the Turks. The Count
of Yergennes, the French minister
with the Porte, seconded them again,
and this time with more success. By
way of throwing away the scabbard
with a declaration of war, the Otto-
man government sent Catharine's
ambassador to the prison of the Seven
Towers, and gave out that they were
going to open a campaign against
Russia with an army of 500,000 men.
Russia, it appears, would have avoid-
ed this war, as she would the present,
had she been able to gain her ends in
Poland without it, for she had enough
on her hands in that country. How-
ever, the Turkish declaration was far
from finding her unprepared ; for pre-
paration for war has always been an
essential part of the Imperial Policy,
even in profoundest peace ; and from
this cause Russia is apt to begin every
war with other nations in a position
of advantage. We are not to suppose
that the Divan acted, in entering upon
this war, entirely from a disinterest-
ed sympathy with Poland. Coming
events cast their shadows before —
and it probably saw that the excuse
for protecting the Dissidents at War-
saw would be preliminary to that of
protecting the Christians in the do-
minions of the Porte, and the protec-
tion would take the shape of military
occupation in the one case as in the
other.
This gathering storm of war first
broke on the Tartars in and about
the Crimea, though the Russian armies
had been moved from the banks of
the Danube to those of the Kuban.
The Tartars had invaded the Danu-
bian principalities ; General Izaakoff
drove them out of New Servia, while
the Ukraine Cossacks penetrated Mol-
davia. Prince Galitzin attacked the
Turks under the walls of Khotyirn,
but was beaten back again across the
Dniester. In the mean time the
Russians were making good use of
their ports of Azoff and Taganrog to
harass their old possessors in that
direction. IsTor were they idle in
Poland. Prince Galitzin, after his
defeat, published a manifesto, inviting
all the Poles not included in the
Confederation to join against it, and
proclaimed a penalty for every one
who should take a Confederate and
let him go with his life. So horrid
were the cruelties inflicted by the
belligerents of the time on each other,
that we read of nine Polish gentlemen,
by the sentence of a court-martial of
the Russian general Dievitch, appear-
ing in Warsaw with their hands cut
off at the wrists. But Catharine saw
that things were going too far in
Poland ; at least that the time was
not come for such extreme severities ;
so she recalled Repnin, who was in
danger of combining the whole nation
against Russia, and substituted Prince
Volkonsky as her ambassador. This,
however, would have availed her
little had the court of Versailles
strenuously supported the league of
Bar, instead of again lapsing into
apathy. The relaxation of its vigi-
lance was owing to the intrigues of
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Austria, which was convicted, by the
subsequent partition, of having formed
at this time secret views of its own
upon Poland. Prussia, also repre-
sented by its king, Frederick, had
set its eyes on the forbidden fruit ;
Frederick and Catharine understood
each other, but for some time they
did not feel able to confer on the
subject — partly, in all probability, be-
cause neither entirely trusted the
other, and partly because the publicity
of their meeting might give umbrage
to the other states of Europe. At
last the matter was managed by
Henry, prince of Prussia, being sent,
not to St Petersburg, but to Stock-
holm, to visit his sister, the Queen of
Sweden. While there, he talked about
coming home by Denmark, but seemed
to change his mind in deference to
the repeated invitations of Catharine,
and so arrived at St Petersburg.
While there, he was fgted and flat-
tered by the empress to his heart's
content. In the midst of fiddling and
festivity, the partition of Poland was
determined on in the private conver-
sations of the empress and the prince.
However, it could not be done with-
out a third ally. Maria Theresa was
dead, or, with that high-principled
princess on the throne, there might
have been a difficulty with Austria.
Joseph II. was not so scrupulous as
she would have been, and the promise
of a good slice of territory easily se-
cured him. As for the other powers,
Catharine seems to have disposed of
their likings and dislikings in a very
few words, which, if authentic, show
what she herself thought of her pre-
sent position in Europe. She is re-
ported to have said to Prince Henry,
" I will frighten Turkey ; I will flatter
England ; do you take upon yourself
to buy over Austria, that she may
amuse France." The treaty of par-
tition was signed about two years
afterwards in the month of February
1772, at St Petersburg. With regard
to this transaction itself, it is im-
possible to speak in too strong terms
of such a flagrant violation of inter-
national honesty ; but with regard to
the Poles, our sympathy is diminished
by the knowledge that they brought
it in a great measure on themselves.
If the oak had not been hollow, it would
not so easily have been blown down by
thestorm. Poland was untrue to herself
before other nations played her false.
We question whether any nation of
any weight in the scale of nations has
ever fallen in the same manner, in
which similar agencies have not been
at work. It was the divisions between
the royal family of France with its
own members and its powerful'vassals,
which enabled Edward III. to over-
run, and Henry V. to conquer, that
country with such comparative ease.
It was the treachery of a party that
enabled the First Edward to over-
run, though not to subjugate, Scot-
land. It was the petty quarrels
of the Irish kings which brought
Strongbow and his Anglo-Normans
as permanent settlers among them ;
and so it has ever been : while, on
the other hand, united countries,
though weak, have often been able to
keep at bay, and at length to weary
out, the aggression of the strong ; for
instance, Switzerland, exposed in
turn to the ambitious attempts of
three powerful neighbours, France,
Burgundy, and Austria. If Poland
is ever to be made anything of now,
if the remains of its nationality are
yet to be resuscitated, if it is ever
to be made useful to Europe as a bar-
rier against Russia, a singleness of
patriotic feeling must be aroused in
it which will be quite new to its history.
But instead of things tending to such
a consummation, the contrary has
been the case ; the elements of dis-
union have been purposely kept alive
by the interested powers in its dis-
membered limbs, so that the chance
of their future union becomes less
every day. Somewhat later, indeed,
than the time we are speaking of now,
an attempt was made to consolidate
the Polish constitution on patriotic
principles, but Poland's freedom was
already gone, and Russia took good care
that the attempt should be abortive.
While Poland's flesh and blood was
being signed away, the war was rag-
ing with fury on the borders of Tur-
key. Prince Galitzin made another
attempt on Khotyirn, and was beaten
as before, and now quite back into
Poland ; but this time he avenged his
defeat, and drove the Turks into
Moldavia. Then, as now, we find
the courage of the Turkish soldier
spoken of highly, while the sloth and
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ignorance of the officers prevented it
from achieving any important suc-
cess. After ten years of war, the
Ottoman army was quite destroyed,
and Khotyirn fell to a detachment of
grenadiers. The empress hearing that
the Turks had on the occasion of the
second defeat of Galitzin violated the
Polish territory, made that an excuse
for insisting that Stanislaus Augustus
and the senate of Warsaw should de-
clare war against the Porte. Poland,
however, could do little for Kussia at
this time, but show her entire subser-
viency to her commands. At this
point of history we find Catharine
taking a most important step in ad-
vance of her predecessors, and one, if
successful, likely to be of all others
most conducive to that darling object
of the imperial policy, the possession
of Constantinople. This was nothing
less than a display of her maritime
force ia the Mediterranean, with the
object of hunting down the Turkish
fleets among the Greeks islands.
All the dockyards of Archangel,
Cronstadt, and Revel, were full of
life and preparation ; and Catharine's
policy in securing the friendship of
England appeared by her being able
to engage a great number of English-
men in her service as the school-
masters of her own sailors. We find
the names of Elphinstone, Greig, Tate,
Dugdale, and Sir Charles Knowles,
conspicuous among them ; to the lat-
ter officer, who acted chiefly as a
superintendent of dockyards, Russia
was indebted for great improvements
in the art of shipbuilding. Besides
the English, the empress bound Den-
mark by a treaty to keep 800 sea-
men in constant readiness for the
Russian service. Then she made a
request to all the maritime powers
that they would grant hospitality to
her ships of war. This request was
no bad method of feeling the pulses
of the sea-faring nations. England
and Tuscany at once complied. Malta,
then under the Knights of St John,
showed some suspicion by admitting
but three Russian ships of war.
France, Spain, Venice, Naples, de-
clined the company of all but mer-
chant-ships. In September 1769, just
in time to escape the ice, the north-
ern squadrons sailed and made their
way round into the Mediterranean.
They amounted to twenty ships of
the line, besides a number of smaller
vessels, and the whole fleet was com-
manded by Admiral Spiridoff, who
himself acted under Alexis Orloff, a
man who had raised himself from the
rank of a common soldier to the high-
est posts by his unparalleled auda-
city. The seeds of discontent and
revolution had long been dormant
among the Greeks; Russia, true to
her subversive policy, called them
into life. The flag of Russia was seen
in the roads of all the cities famous
in antiquity. Corinth was besieged,
Lemnos and Mytilene taken. Even
in Syria and Egypt war was carried
on by the troops from the North Pole,
who came in support of the revolt of
Ali Bey. Catharine knew that a
mighty demonstration was necessary,
and that the success of her schemes
in Poland, and, in fact, the whole
future of Russia, depended on her
success in this war. Nor did the
Porte overlook the importance of the
struggle. The Grand Vizier took the
chief command. The Crimea sent
powerful assistance. The famous
Khan Kerim-Gherai was lately dead,
and his successor, being of unwarlike
disposition, the Turks deposed him,
and elected Kaplan-Gherai, who was
an efficient general. The Russians
began by the siege of Bender, but
were obliged to raise it ; they took
Jassy, and afterwards on the banks
of the Prutb, under Romantzoff, gain-
ed two most important victories — in
the latter of which an almost hope-
less position was retrieved by the
bayonet, and at the close the whole
materiel of the enemy remained in
the hands of the conquerors. Ro-
mantzoff passed the Dniester as the
fruit of these victories ; Repnin took
Ismailoff, and Panin Bender, which
fell after a three months' resistance,
bringing with it the submission of
the Tartars of Budziak and Otcha-
koff. Elsewhere the Russians were
not idle: Ackerman, the capital of
Bessarabia, was stormed by General
Igelstrohm, and then a strong port
on the Black Sea, at the mouth of
the Dniester, fell into the hands of
the Russians. In consequence of
these successes, we now find the
Danubian Principalities sending de-
puties to the empress with offers of
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homage: it is needless to say that
the reception which she gave them
was flattering and magnificent. Thus
did these provinces appear ripe for
annexation to Russia — more ripe, per-
haps, than now, as they were smart-
ing from the oppression of the Turkish
rule, which has given them no cause
of complaint in latter times, and
were besides afflicted by the canker
of internal misgovernment. Catha-
rine's name now became famous in
Europe, and foreigners flocked to
her standard; and we are sorry to find
again the names of Englishmen help-
ing to build up a power which was to
be one day so troublesome to the land
of their birth. Amongst these were
eminent General Lloyd and Major
Carlton, men of tried courage and
conduct. Now, if ever, seemed the
time for the realisation of Russia's
darling dream. Catharine's double-
headed eagle hung over Constanti-
nople, and seemed on the point of
pouncing. As a proof how much the
perpetuation of the imperial policy of
Russia was due to the influence of
those about court, as well as to the
traditions of the Tsars, we find that
the idea was first suggested to Catha-
rine by Marshal Munich, who offered
to conduct the enterprise, which was
to end in clearing Europe of the
Turks ; but that was soon after Catha-
rine's accession ; and though for the
present she declined the attempt, she
was only biding her time. The astute
empress saw that the old republican
spirit still lingered in the Greek
islands ; so, instead of pretending to
annex them, she gave out that she
was going to restore their ancient free-
dom, and set up a republic. The
Greeks immediately looked upon the
Russians as their deliverers, as in a
great measure they look upon them at
this day. They took up arms, the
Mainotes first, and in many of the
islands ageneral massacre of theTurks
ensued, to be avenged with interest
soon afterwards by the janissaries.
Spiridoff' s squadron was now joined
by that of Elphinstone. The English
Vice-Admiral brought success with
him. They were opposed by the Ca-
pudan Pasha Hassan, a man as brave
as a lion, but probably not much more
nautical than the king of beasts. The
fleets met in the strait between Scio,
the old Chios, and the mainland. The
Turks fought with unusual obstinacy.
The ships of the Capudan Pasha and
Spiridoff grappled and blew up to-
gether. Night separated the rest of
the combatants. Next morning,
Elphinstone having seen that the
Turks had got hampered in the shal-
low bay of Tchesme, with some of
their ships aground, a thought struck
him that they might all be destroyed
at once ; so he ordered out four fire-
ships under the command of Dugdale,
and, protected by the squadron of
Greig, the manoeuvre was complete-
ly successful. Dugdale himself grap-
pled a fire-ship to a Turkish vessel,
and, badly burnt, escaped by swim-
ming to the Russian fleet. When the
sun rose the next day, the Turkish
flag had disappeared/and nothing was
left but the floating embers of a vast
fleet. The Russians took advantage
of the annihilation of the fleet, and
burnt the town that was on the bay,
blowing up the castle that protected
it. Thus effectually did three English-
men, Elphinstone, Greig, andDugdale,
play the game of Russia, much as Ad-
miral Codrington did at Navarino in
our own century. Their eyes might
have been opened by the way in
which Catharine treated them, forshe
wrote to Voltaire, and repeated to the
French ambassador, in 1788, that the
credit of the victory of Tchesme was
due to Alexis Orloff, who was no
sailor at all.
In addition to their troubles in the
Archipelago, the Turks were suffering
at this time from insurrections in Syria
and Egypt. In the latter country,
AH Bey, the worthy predecessor of
Mehemet Ali, thought the Russian
war a good opportunity for declaring
his pashalic independent. So far, all
went smooth for Russia ; but the stu-
pidity and misconduct of Orloff and
her other principal officers paralysed
her right arm. The news of Tchesme
was carried to the empress first of any
one in Russia, by a special courier.
St Petersburg was at once in a blaze
of joy, and Alexis Orloff, instead of
following up the victories which he
claimed, came back to enjoy the fame
of them, at the same time offering to
force the passage of the Dardanelles
with some additional strength. But
the crisis was past, and Russia was
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foiled of her prey when it seemed
in her grasp. The Dardanelles were
strengthened, and made secure against
a coup de mam, and even the ordinary
passage of commerce through them
was resumed when the Eussian fleet
was drawn from the blockade by the
approach of winter. Thus the incom-
petency of Alexis Orloff proved a
godsend to Turkey. It is probable
that the English officers under his
command did not care to urge the
Eussian successes to their ultimate
consequences, but were satisfied with
doing the immediate work for which
they were engaged. The Ottoman
armies in the north of Turkey showed
still extraordinary vitality ; they
even were completely victorious at
Bucharest ; but the Grand Vizier was
at last driven into the Bulgarian
mountains, and the Eussians took up
their winter-quarters in the Principa-
lities. The Khan of the Crimea aided
the Turks materially in this war ; so
Catharine set up a party against hirn
among his own subjects; and the
small end of the wedge having thus
been introduced, her generals drove
it home. Forty years before, the
lines of Perekop had submitted to
Munich. The Khans of the Crimea,
taught by experience, fortified this
passage with a ditch, 72 feet
wide, 42 deep, and defended it with,
50,000 men. But Prince Dolgo-
rouki had the address to force this
barrier, and make himself master of
the Crimea, earning thus the title
Krimsky, in the old Eoman style,
after the country he had conquered.
The Crimea was partly lost by the
abandonment of the Turkish com-
manders, who were bowstringed when
they came home, by order of the Sultan.
At this time the Porte had a speci-
men of the double-dealing of Austria.
It had just concluded with the Cabi-
net of Vienna a secret treaty, by
which that power engaged to act
offensively in its behalf, on condition
of the expenses of the war being
paid, and part of Wallachia, which
had belonged to Austria, being re-
stored. The Porte, with the good faith
for which it has generally been dis-
tinguished, began with the payment
of five millions of florins. The Court
of Vienna immediately spent the
money on warlike preparations, not
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against Eussia, but against Turkey.
This was an act worthy of that power,
which has profited by the troubles of
its neighbours to seize the Danubian
Principalities, no doubt with much
chuckling at its own sharp practice
in outwitting the two great bellige-
rent powers, and with supreme in-
difference to the political debasement
implied— in fact, with the precise feel-
ing of Horace's miser, excepting the
possession of the coin —
" Populus me sibilat, at raihi plaudo
Ipse domi, simul ac nummos contemplor in
area."
A knave has been well defined a
roundabout fool ; and it is not im-
probable that Austria's smartness, as
it would be called by our Transatlantic
cousins, will bring discomfiture and
bankruptcy upon her in the end.
A new enemy now appeared on the
banks of the Danube, to which both
contending armies were obliged to suc-
cumb. This was the Levant plague,
which, like a Divine retribution, found
its way to Moscow from Constanti-
nople, avenging at the gate of the em-
press her designs on Turkey. The year
1772 found the Eussians and Otto-
mans equally inclined to peace. Con-
stantinople was missed for the present.
The Eussians had been much reduced
by war and pestilence, and the Turks,
under the guidance of a French of-
ficer, were engaged in repairing the
disaster of Tchesme, and organising
another powerful fleet. An armistice
was brought about by the Austrian
and Prussian ministers, and a con-
gress appointed to meet at Fokshi-
ani. Orloff, who represented Eus-
sia at this congress, appears to have
desired peace, because the conclusion
of peace would make safe for him the
fame he had earned by the brains of
others, and enable him, as he thought,
to secure the highest object of his am-
bition, which was no other than the
hand of the imperial lady whom he
served. He had not the wit to see
that his projects clashed with' the
policy of the empire ; and accordingly
we now find Catharine's too old-
fashioned friend cast off like a robe in
the same condition, and supplanted
by the less aspiring Vassiltchikoflf.
The congress of Fokshiani came to
nothing. The Eussians had managed
to inveigle the Khan of the Crimea
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into a treaty by which he renounced
the suzerainty of the Porte, and put
himself under that of the empress.
The Porte, incensed at this, and espe-
cially by the cession of the forts of
Kertch and Yenikale, at the mouth of
the Sea of Azoff, to Russia, sent into
the Black Sea a large squadron of
small vessels. By this it appears that
the Porte at this period knew the re-
quirements of these inland seas better
than our enlightened Government in
the nineteenth century. Catharine
sent to meet it a powerful fleet, man-
ned by Dutch, and again, alas 1 by
English officers. Sir Charles Knowles
was its admiral.
Meanwhile Catharine had not forgot-
ten Poland ; indeed, her maternal love
could not long suffer it to be out of her
sight. Prussia was to manage Austria
for her. France had a minister, the Due
d'Aiguillon, not so sharp-sighted as his
predecessor. England was bound with
the chains of free (?) trade. The
Baltic states were too disunited to be
even able to object to Russia and
Prussia opening ports on that sea.
Turkey was sufficiently weakened.
The refusal of Austria, which Fred-
erick had engaged to prevent, was
alone worth thinking of. However,
no difficulty presented itself on the
part of Joseph II., and the dismem-
berment of Poland was finally settled
at an interview of the Prussian and
Austrian sovereigns at Neustadt in
Austria, in the year 1770. The
plague, which had ravaged the fron-
tiers of Poland in the previous year,
furnished an excuse for the introduc-
tion of both Prussian and Austrian
troops, as a sanitary measure, further
into its provinces. And now the con-
duct of Austria is well worth our
attention. Joseph II. had actually
promised to succour the confederates
of Bar, and pretended to sympathise
with Turkey against Russia. " So
well," says our historian, " was this
prince practised in the arts of dissimu-
lation, that the confederates, deceived
by his promises, regarded for a long
time as their defenders the soldiers who
were come to make a prey of their
country." For Joseph II. readFrancis-
Joseph — for 1772, read 1855 — and for
the confederates of Bar, the Danubian
Principalities — and the doings of that
time were identical with those of the
present. The confederates were soon
dispersed by their defenders : most of
them simply wenthome ; the rest went
abroad, to publish their complaints and
their misfortunes. The three parti-
tioning powers now thought that they
had sufficiently felt the pulse of Europe,
and that the time was come to un-
mask. The Austrian minister first
notified the treaty of St Petersburg to
the king and senate of Poland ; and
afterwards a manifesto appeared at
Warsaw, in which the " dauntless
three " declared their intentions. The
King of Prussia had already, with
consummate impudence, given to the
provinces appropriated by him the
name of New Prussia, as if they had
been some newly-discovered Transat-
lantic acquisition. Nothing could be
more amusing, were it not for the tra-
gical significance of the jest, than the
deep affection for Poland which this
manifesto pretended. Poland was
torn to pieces by anarchy ; and out of
pure love of her, as well as an abstract
admiration of order, the three powers
were willing to take her under their
joint guardianship, even though this
step endangered the intimate friend-
ship existing between themselves.
However, as they could not be ex-
pected to be entirely disinterested,
they claimed, as a trifling compensa-
tion for their trouble and anxiety, the
effectual possession of such parts of
the Polish territory as might serve to
fix more natural and sure bounds be-
tween Poland and the three powers.
At the same time, they generally re-
mitted all debts due to themselves
from Poland or Poles ; and as a
voucher for the purity of their inten-
tions, invited the Poles to a general
handshaking, in order thataDiet might
be called in which the new arrange-
ment might be discussed and ratified.
TheEmpressCatharinehavingby these
means obtained a new batch of sub-
jects, began to caress them into tame-
ness, like those clever female elephants
in India who, being in league with
the hunters, keep the wild males quiet
with their blandishments until the
ropes are safely round their legs. She
did not immediately enforce the oath
of allegiance, but merely desired her
dutiful subjects to keep quiet till they
should be indulged by being allowed
to take it at her leisure. She pro-
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mised them the full and free exercise
of their religion and political rights ;
or, what was still better, she was
willing to go so far as to " treat them
as one of the family," and give them
an equal share in the rights, liberties,
and prerogatives so fully enjoyed by
her ancient subjects. All that she
asked in return was their prayers.
She desired that the Empress and
Grand Duke should be prayed for in
all the churches.
While Catharine justified herself
thus by the plea of " natural love and
affection," as lawyers have it, Frede-
rick endeavoured to justify his terri-
torial peculations by fictions of law,
resting on pretensions entirely anti-
quated, much resembling those of
Denmark to the islands at the north
of Scotland. The justification of Aus-
tria is not recorded by our authority,
but probably it was an echo of both
of these pleas. The Poles remon-
strated, and the trio answered, " Had
they not summoned a diet, where every
opportunity of discussion would be
afforded ?" They had, indeed ; but a
diet hedged in by bayonets. Intimi-
dation, bribery, and corruption, pro-
cured a sufficient attendance, and the
business was, of course, done much
to the satisfaction of the Allies, but
in a somewhat perfunctory manner.
King Stanislaus had the spirit to
make objections, but these were easily
overruled, and by so doing he only
incurred the enmity of Catharine
without gaming the confidence of his
subjects, who believed him still insin-
cere. By this dismemberment Poland
lost nearly five millions of inhabitants.
Russia got a million and a half, with
the largest territory ; Austria two
millions and a half, with a smaller
slice ; and Prussia got rather less
than a million souls, but was indem-
nified by the city of Dantzic and
the commercial advantages of the
Vistula. Prussia appears at first to
have acted with the greatest hardness
of the three dividing powers. Not
only were extraordinary imposts laid
on the annexed province, but, besides
the ordinary conscription, there was
one which brings to memory the deeds
of eastern dynasties, in times savage
and fabulous, and the story of the
Sabine women and early Rome. Part
of Prussia was very thin of inhabi-
345
tants, so every town and village in
the new province was obliged to
furnish a quota of grown-up girls, to
each of whom the parents were obliged
to give as portion a feather-bed, four
pillows, one cow, two hogs, and three
gold ducats. These gentle conscripts
were sent to be married to men they
had never seen before, in the less
populous quarters of the king's domi-
nions. We are grown so used to
the partition of Poland and similar
territorial changes by this time, that
we have but a faint idea of the horror
with which such acts were regarded
in Europe before the French Revolu-
tion. The ease with which it was
accomplished must be partly attri-
buted to the fact that the revolution-
ary yeast had already begun to work
in the European states ; and in the
bewilderment of domestic questions
the relations of foreign states assumed
only a secondary interest. We can easily
understand why Russia treated her
annexations with so much moderation
at first. She had made a step in ad-
vance; she had planted her foot on
the map of Western Europe, and she
wished to strengthen that position
and not to imperil it ; besides, she
had for the present a war in Turkey
on her hands — a war in which fortune
did not always favour her. On the
banks of the Danube, in particular,
the advantage was rather on the side
of Turkey, so that Catharine, growing
impatient, sent to Marshal Romant-
zoff to know why he had not delivered
a pitched battle. The marshal replied
that it was because the Grand Vizier
had then twice as many men as him-
self, and that he could more easily
repair his losses. The rejoinder of the
empress was characteristic : " The
Romans never asked after the num-
ber of their enemies, but where they
were, in order to fight them." We
find at this period the naval war still
smouldering on in the Levant, but
not with the brilliant success which
the victory of Tchesme seemed to
prognosticate. The Russians lost a
useful ally in Ali Bey, who was de-
feated and slain ; and in their expedi-
tions to the islands they were often
unfortunate. From the island of
Setanchio the Turks sent four sacks
of Russian heads to Constantinople,
as a proof of one of their failures.
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Most mischief was done by the smaller
vessels of the Russians, manned by
Greeks and Albanians; and this is
worth our notice, because it shows
how inoperative the Russian navy
has always been, except when manned
by foreign sailors and commanded by
foreign officers. Greece would at any
time be a most valuable acquisition
to Russia, from the maritime excel-
lence of her population, testified by
their incurable instinct of piracy. In
1774 Turkey was shaken by the death
of the Sultan Mustapha III., a liberal
and beneficent monarch, but the most
unfortunate of any since the time of
Bajazet. Thinking his son too young,
he had appointed Abdul Hamed, his
brother, to succeed him ; but this ap-
pointment was not accepted by the
janissaries, who became for some time
troublesome in consequence, and thus
indirectly strengthened the hands of
Russia. Prussia and Austria now kept
Poland quiet, and enabled Catharine
to mobilise additional troops in aid
of Romantzoff's army. RomantzofF,
amongst other successes, pushed his
way to the gates of Silistria ; and at
last the Grand Vizier, hemmed in at
Shumla, was obliged to sue for peace.
The plenipotentiaries met at Kudjuk
Kainardji in Bulgaria. Russia, of
course, was the gainer by a peace
dictated at her sword's point. Russia
got the Euxine and all the Ottoman
seas, with the condition that she
should never navigate the seas about
Constantinople with more than one
armed vessel at a time. Moderation,
however, was still her game, for fear
of alarming Europe. She restored all
her conquests but Kinburn, Azoff,
Taganrog, and Kertch, which is much
as if a turnkey were to lock up a
prisoner, put the keys in his pocket,
and tell him he was free of his own
dungeon. The Crimea was not to
become Russian, but independent of
the Porte. What this independence
was worth is seen by the fact that
the Khan of the Crimea was in former
times the freely elected chief of a free
people, only acknowledging the Sultan
as his Khalif, or religious chief. It
does not even seem that this suzerainty
of the Porte cost the Crimea anything.
Russia played the same game as in
Poland. Her whole conduct was
actuated by care for the liberty of the
Crimean subject, and affectionate soli-
citude for law and order. Thus the
Crimea was not yet married to the
northern colossus, but the ring of
betrothal was forced on her unwilling
finger. This peace was celebrated
with great joy in Russia, and wel-
come at the time, because Russia was
suffering from dearth, pestilence, and
an extraordinary emigration — circum-
stances which may have, indeed, con-
duced to the moderation of its terms,
which, of course, she took good care
to make the most of.
The emigration here alluded to was
one of an enormous multitude of Cal-
mucks, or wild Tartars, whom the
extortions and insults of Russian
officials drove from the heart of the
empire to take refuge on the frontier
of China. The government of Russia
was so concerned at such a wholesale
loss of population, that it communi-
cated with the Chinese for the resto-
ration of the fugitives. But the
Chinese government answered with a
spirit which was new to Catharine,
and refused to give them up. The
rebellion of Pugatscheff followed, and
a servile war which shook Russia to
her centre, and gave her little leisure
for foreign acquisitions. Neverthe-
less, Catharine did not lose one inch
of ground that she had gained ; and,
on the suppression of the rebellion
appeared as powerful as ever, and
was ready for new encroachments.
An historian of this period— Von
Struensee — speaking of the present
and future of Russia, remarks with
much acumen that her true policy was
not war, but peace ; and that, being
safe from foreign attacks by her situa-
tion, it was her own fault if she en-
gaged in any wars at all. Her re-
sources required development, and if
she made the most of them, her foreign
relations would be infinitely more ad-
vanced by commerce than by the most
brilliant conquests. He might have
remarked, in addition, that though
peace and not war was the true policy
of the Russian nation, war and not
peace was, on the contrary, that of the
court and courtiers, since a state of
commercial prosperity would soon en-
gender constitutional longings in the
middle and upper classes, fatal to the
perpetuation of a pure despotism ;
•while a state of progressive conquest
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drained off by the conscriptions the
energies of the lower classes, and
dazzled the higher by its successes,
so as to leave either little leisure for
political aspirations. We must ob-
serve that Catharine and the other
progressive and aggressive monarchs
of Kussia did not neglect commercial
aggrandisement; much the contrary ;
but they ever made it subservient to
the nourishment of the sinews of war.
Peace had now for some time been
concluded between Russia and Tur-
key, but the Tartars still continued
in arms. Having no foreign enemy to
fight, they were fighting amongst each
other. All at once a Russian force
appeared in the Crimea to settle their
differences — expelled the Khan Dow-
let-Gherai, and set up Sahim-Gherai
in his stead. Soon after this, in 1776,
they showed what they meant by the
change, by building a fort between
Kertch and Yenikale, and making the
town of Kertch a sort of- asylum for
all the Crimean Christians who would
come over to them. The Porte, tak-
ing alarm very naturally at this
measure, again threatened war, and
Sahim-Gherai sent an embassy to the
empress to ask for protection, which
was the more easily granted, as the
whole matter was doubtless quite as
much of previous arrangement as the
ministerial questions in our House of
Commons. Meanwhile, Roman tzoff
had received orders to be ready with
an army on the Borysthenes ; the sky
became overcast and lowering, but
Catharine sent Prince Repnin to
Constantinople to keep the Porte
quiet till she was ready to enter the
lists at an advantage. That Catha-
rine found time to direct foreign
affairs at all, and contrive the fall of
empires at this period, is wonderful,
when we read of the round of dissipa-
tion in which she passed her days.
Incessantly occupied with political
and social intrigues, constantly chang-
ing her ministers and her favourites,
she still managed to. map out her time
so well, that business and pleasure
fell naturally into their proper places,
and never interfered with each other.
It is almost terrifying to think that a
woman, so shamelessly abandoned in
her life, should yet have exercised the
self-command of an anchorite with
regard to the distribution of her time.
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There is a kind of unconsciousness in
her conduct like that of innocence ;
and the best that can be said of her
is, that she was partly forced to ac-
cept, with an exotic civilisation, as a
matter of course, the savage and
Polynesian traditions of her native
predecessors. The suspicion fell on
her about this time of causing her
daughter-in-law, Natalia Alexicona,
to be put to death. It is only useful
to notice this, because her death led
to another marriage which united
Russia and Prussia more strongly
than ever. A few days before the
death of the Grand Duke's wife,
Prince Henry of Prussia came to St
Petersburg to discuss difficulties aris-
ing from the Polish partition. In a
conversation with the empress this
prince is said to have spoken to the
following effect: — "Madam, I see
but one way of obviating all difficulty.
It may perhaps be displeasing to you
on account of Poniatowsky (Stanis-
laus), but you will nevertheless do
well to give it your approbation, since
compensations may be offered to that
monarch of greater value to him than
the throne which is continually tot-
tering under him. The remainder of
Poland must be partitioned." Of
course this conversation sealed the
doom of that country. The death
of the Grand Duchess supervened,
and in consequence it was agreed at
the time that the Grand Duke Paul
should marry the Princess of Wur-
temburg, Prince Henry's niece, in
spite of her previous betrothal to the
hereditary sovereign of Hesse-Darm-
stadt. Whether the Princess of
Wiirtemburg made any objection to
having her affections thus summarily
disposed of, is not of much conse-
quence. She changed her religion
with the same apparent ease as her
intended bridegroom, and was married
to Paul Petrovitch, under the name
of Maria Feodorovna, just twenty
years before her husband ascended
the throne of the Tsars. About this
time we find Russia negotiating with
Denmark, and, as was believed at
the time, duped by that power, for
she was induced to cede Holstein to
Denmark. The cession, we may well
think, was not made for nothing ; and
the detachment of one of the great
Scandinavian states from general
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Scandinavian interests was not an
object to be overlooked. Besides this,
Russia had always immediate views
on Sweden. Since the time of Eliza-
beth she had always kept up by
means of her ministers, and by the
use of intrigues and bribery, a Rus-
sian party in that country, who were
known as the party of the Caps, in
contradistinction to that of the Hats,
and who took the patriotic line in op-
position to the absolutist tendencies
of the Swedish monarchs. Gustavus
III. succeeded by a well- managed
coup d'etat in getting the mastery over
this party; but finding that his suc-
cess brought a Russian fleet into the
Gulf of Finland, he went to nego-
tiate in 1777 with Catharine at St
Petersburg, who, of course, quieted
his alarms as to the armament, and
on all points completely outwitted
him. She was active, at the same
time, both in the north and in the
south. In 1778 the war threatened
to break out again between Russia
and Turkey about the Khans of the
Crimea. It is worth recording that,
before undertaking this war, Catha-
rine obtained a promise of assistance
from the Shah of Persia, so that the
present is not the first time that that
court has been subservient to Russian
designs. The Shah's death, however,
prevented the fulfilment of the pro-
mise. One special grievance with
the Porte was the protection claimed
by Russia over the Christians in the
Danubian Principalities ; in order to
render which independent of the
Porte, Russia stipulated that the
sovereigns of these countries should
not be removable at the will of the
Sultan , their suzerain. Matters were,
however, arranged for the present by
the French ambassador; for a war
between that power and England
having just broken out, it was de-
sirable to him that the connection
between Russia and England should
be severed. Nevertheless, the em-
press found the English too useful to
break with them altogether; and while
she still refused to abet them in their
endeavours to retain their American
colonies, she invited them to indem-
nify themselves by Russian commerce
for what they lost in America, and
thus profited commercially as well as
politically by their embarrassments.
With regard to Catharine's cold-
ness towards England at this time, it
is perfectly consistent with her gene-
ral policy. England seemed in dan-
ger of losing the empire of the seas,
with her colonies in revolt and France
against her. Catharine would not
break with her altogether, for Eng-
land might recover her position. On
the other hand, it was plain, by at
the same time flattering the Ameri-
cans, that she was ready to take ad-
vantage of every contingency. Ac-
cordingly, she was induced by the
French minister, with no great diffi-
culty, to set on foot an armed neu-
trality among the maritime powers
of the north, on the plea of the seve-
rities of the right of search as prac-
tised in the Baltic. This desertion of
England in her need ought to have
opened the eyes of her statesmen to
the imperial policy, but we do not
find that it had this immediate effect.
The armed neutrality was established,
Sweden being the only reluctant
power ; and, under the circumstances,
our government thought it best to
release the ships that were in limbo
waiting for adjudication. Catharine
had at this period by her side a
powerful, ambitious, and talented
counsellor in Prince Potemkin, the
only minister who ever seemed to
come near herself in ability. He
had been the court favourite, and in
due time, like all the rest, received
his dismissal; but nothing daunted,
he had the consummate assurance to
present himself as usual at her card-
table, and, as often happens in such
cases, sheer impudence succeeded ;
the empress sat down to her game,
merely remarking that Potemkin al-
ways played luckily. Instead of re-
tiring in dudgeon for the loss of a
heart which had been so often lost
and gained before as scarcely to be
regretable, Potemkin knew hence-
forth how to make himself so gene-
rally useful, that he gained an ascen-
dancy over Catharine's mind which
lasted till his death. He saw that his
name would be inseparably associated
with the glories of the empire, could he
but cause Catharine, or one of her fa-
mily, to be crowned at Constantinople ;
so he directed all his efforts to this end,
and thought rightly, that the first step
in that direction was the possession of
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the Crimea. He also thought that
•Austria, as conterminous with Tur-
key, was the right ally for this busi-
ness ; and, in consequence, an inter-
view was arranged between Joseph
II. and Catharine at Mohilef. It was
agreed that they should attack the
Ottomans in concert, share the spoils
between them, but in Greece set up
the old republics, probably with a
view of conciliating other powers.
Turkey had been much chafed since
the last peace, by the articles grant-
ing Kussia the use of the Euxine,
which, of course, she took care to
improve to the utmost, and that by
which the independence of the Crimea
was stipulated — an independence by
which this province and its neigh-
bours were fast becoming Muscovite.
Just so in theDanubian Principalities :
war seemed preferable to those in-
trigues by which Russia gained new
ground every day ; for Potemkin had
ingeniously contrived to establish a
network of agencies in all the principal
towns, under the name of consulships,
to which he appointed tried and safe
men, whom he had known personally
at St Petersburg. On the whole, the
Porte was disposed for war, finding
that, although war was dangerous,
peace was inevitably fatal, because,
during peace, Russia was driving a
sap in several directions at the same
time, the final explosion of which
would be nearer to the heart of the
empire than the present attacks of
war. It was on the matter of the
consuls that Turkey was sorest; but,
nevertheless, she found it necessary,
towards the close of 1781, to accept
the Russian policy on this point, and
to receive Laskaroif as consul-general
of Russia, with liberty to reside at
Bucharest, Jassy, or anywhere else
he might think proper. But this
concession did not long ward off war.
The creature of Russia, Sahim-Gherai,
was worsted in a rebellion of the
Crimean Tartars, which gave Rus-
sia a pretence for sending an army to
help him.
Towards the close of 1782, two
spirited memorials, as they were
called, were presented to the Porte
from St Petersburg and Vienna, with
hints of further consequences if their
requests were not complied with ; and
Turkey, though still negotiating, pre-
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pared for war. Kherson was the
Sebastopol of that time, a city built
as if by magic by Potemkhij contain-
ing harbours for shipping, and capable
of becoming a standing menace to the
Ottoman empire. Catharine flattered
the Khan of Crimea, Sahim- Gherai,
into insulting the Turks ; and because
they resented it, accused them of
breaking the treaty of Kainardji.
Moreover, she seemed determined to
drive Turkey to declare war, (the very
cue of Nicholas,) by making demands
continually increasing in exorbitancy.
She demanded now the Crimea in
full possession, the isle of Tamau, the
Kuban and Budziak, with the fortress
of Otchakoff, besides less important
cessions. Nor were the demands of
Austria less unreasonable, for she de-
manded Belgrade, a great part of Wal-
lachia, Bosnia, and Servia, and the
free navigation of the Danube and
the Turkish seas. Meanwhile Russia
had made herself mistress of all the
principal ports in the Crimea, and
extended her power over the Cauca-
sus into Georgia and Armenia. Min-
grelia and Georgia had entered into a
state of vassalage to the empress, and
at last, by a mock abdication, she
got the Khari to vacate to her, in con-
sideration of estates in Russia, the
whole of the Crimean peninsula.
For this annexation of the Crimea,
Catharine published a manifesto,,
urging, as in the case of Poland, her
benevolent dispositions towards that
country, and satisfactorily showing to
all who were willing to be deceived,
that she had no motive but that of
pure love for her new dominions.
The Porte answered this manifesto in
a masterly reply, which was attri-
buted to Sir Robert Ainslie, the then
English ambassador at Constanti-
nople. To keep Sweden quiet, Ca-
tharine appointed a meeting with
Gustavus III., and offered to help
him in gaining Norway, if he would
remain neuter. He seemed to com-
ply, but broke his engagement at the
first opportunity. Enormous Rus-
sian armies now hovered on the fron-
tiers of Turkey. England did all
she could to rouse Turkey to arms,
but France and Austria prevented it.
The storm blew over, Catharine got
all her demands without fighting — the
Crimea, the Caucasus, the Euxine^.
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[Sept.
and the right of passing the Dardan-
elles ; and this time, at least, France
as well as Austria completely played
into the hands of Russia. Thus there
was a lull in the East for some time,
and Catharine was free to intrigue
in the West, and we find her doing
so on several international occa-
sions. Potemkin was busy in car-
rying out Catharine's benevolent
intentions in the Crimea; and so
effectually did he do this, that, as
Schlosser remarks, a people, in 1780,
still numerous, free, rich, clad in silks,
and outwardly decorous, soon entirely
vanished into insignificance, and shrunk
into a mere hungry horde of beggars ;
its once brilliant and splendid towns
of pavilions became mere hovels for
goats ; and its strongholds, houses, and
palaces, built of solid stone, lapsed
into mere heaps of ruins. In 1783,
Paul Potemkin, cousin of the Prince,
by way of keeping order in the Crimea,
butchered 30,000 Tartars in cold blood ;
and in every respect the imperial
policy of Russia showed itself as in
Poland, closely imitating the animal
so often used to symbolise it, by hug-
ging affectionately at first, and crush-
ing in the end. We mentioned at
the end of the last paper that the eyes
of far-seeing men in Europe were
opened to the designs of Russia early
in the reign of Catharine. We are in-
formed by the Moniteur of June 30
of the present year, of a correspond-
ence which took place in 1783 be-
tween M. de Vergennes, then Foreign
Minister at Paris under Louis XVI.,
and the French Ministers at the courts
of Vienna and London, showing that
the subject was still considered of
high State importance. We must quote
from the Times' Paris Correspondent's
own words, written in the style, at
once vigorous and lucid, in which he
is accustomed to give the English
public the pith of the French press :
— " The first (despatch) bears date
January 6, 1783 ; and the last, July
18 of the same year. These State
papers present a striking picture of
the designs of Russia, then under the
sway of Catharine II., and they prove
the sagacity and foresight of the
minister who then directed the coun-
cils of the French monarch. But
they are chiefly curious from the ex-
traordinary similarity of the facts nar-
rated in them with those that occur at
the present day ; and we have but to
change the date and names in order
to have a complete idea of contempor-
ary events. The remarks of M. de
Vergennes on the aggressive and per-
fidious character of Muscovite policy,
and the hesitations, if not worse, of
Austria, might be made by M. Drouyn
de Lhuys or M. de Walewski in
1855 ; and the reasons put forward by
Austria for not taking an active part
in the resistance to Russia are nearly
identical with what we have heard
for the last two years. We have the
Emperor Joseph declaring to M. de
Breteuil, that " if the obstinacy of
Turkey (that is, her resistance to the
unjust demands of the Czarina) led
to a rupture with Russia, he should
take possession of Moldavia and
Wallachia. The Turkey of Abdul
Medjid has resisted the Russia of
Nicholas, and the Austria of Francis
Joseph has taken possession of the
Danubian Provinces." An extract
of a letter is then given, in which M.
de Vergennes communicates to M.
d'Ahemar in London his suspicions of
the existence of an understanding
between Austria and Russia to divide
Turkey; and the extract concludes
with this pregnant sentence : " The
only difference is, that the Emperor
(of Austria), better advised, will em-
ploy more form to colour the spolia-
tion of the Ottoman empire." Then
follows the picture of proceedings
exactly parallel with Menschikoff's
bullying mission, in which it is shown
that, as Turkey yields, Russia pushes
forward with new demands, deter-
mined either to goad her into war, or
to fence her back over the precipice
of self-destruction. And to the French
ambassador at Vienna M. de Ver-
gennes writes, declaring the neces-
sity of extorting from Austria1, an
explicit declaration of her intentions,
and divining that Austria will take
possession of Moldavia and Wallachia
as soon as the Russian spoliation is
complete ; adding, that the Emperor is
at present probably divided between
the greed of dominion on the one
hand, and the fear of the exhausting
results of a war on the other ; and
that it behoves France to know im-
mediately what he means. And the
despatches addressed to the French
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351
ambassador in London as to the
attempts made to induce Mr Fox, the
Minister of Foreign Affairs, to join in
opposing Russia, are said to furnish
an exact parallel with part of the
history of the late Administration.
What says Mr Gladstone to all this ?
England missed that opportunity of
stopping Russian aggression, as she has
missed her opportunity many times
since, and Russiacontiuuedto advance
her pretensions.
The progress of Catharine to the
Crimea was managed by Prince Potem-
kin with a view of consolidating her
power in the south, by receiving in per-
son the homage of the Crimean Tartars ;
and there was yet an ulterior design
in this extraordinary journey, which
shows, that the fall of Constantinople
was already looked upon as a u/a# ac-
compli" This was no less than the in-
ducting of Constantine, the grandson of
the Empress, in to that Oriental Empire
for which she had destined him from
birth. We are told that in his earliest
infancy he was put into the hands of
nurses from the isle of Naxos ; that
he was always dressed in the Greek
fashion, and surrounded with Greek
children, so that he soon spoke that
language with facility, and it was
even with reference to him that the
Greek cadet corps of 200 cadets was
established. Catharine received the
homage of Stanislaus Augustus at
Kanief, travelling under his old name
of Poniatowsky, and of Joseph II.
at Kherson, where, as the Empress
was proceeding through the town, she
read an inscription on the eastern
gate, in Greek, to this effect : " This
is the road to Byzantium." The
whole progress was managed by Po-
temkin with a magnificent mendacity
only possible to a Russian grandee.
Towns appeared to have been built,
and deserts peopled, to please the eyes
of the Empress. Whether she was
deceived or not, she took no pains to
inquire into the flattering though
monstrous imposition. While the
Empress was at Kherson, four Turkish
ships of the line took the liberty to
anchor at the mouth of the Borysthenes,
which caused her to exclaim : " One
would suppose that the Turks had no
recollection of Tchesme." The pup-
pet Khan Sahim-Gherai was re-
moved from the Crimea when Catha-
rine took possession of it ; and after
having been abundantly made a fool
of by Potemkin, took refuge in Rhodes,
where he was strangled by the Turks.
The cup of insult was now full, and
running over ; and, fretted by the in-
trigues of the consuls, especially by
one in Moldavia, an Englishman we
are sorry to say, the Divan at last
declared war ; and, by way of doing
this emphatically, sent Bulgakoff, the
Russian ambassador, to the castle of
the Seven Towers. Of course Catha-
rine was prepared for this result.
The Austrians were with her, and
the Western Powers not sufficiently
united to thwart her, so she published
a manifesto of lamb-like innocence in
answer to the unanswerable appeal
of the Porte to the justice of Europe,
and sent out fleets and armies to back it.
The first great exploit was the victory
before Otchakoff, gained by Suwarrow
and Beck, who were both wounded,
but in which a Turkish army was
annihilated. From its circumstances
it was a narrow escape for the victors,
and gave good reason for "Te Deums"
at St Petersburg. And now the Em-
press wanted to induce France to join
her, by the bribe of Egypt in the
spoliation of Turkey. But the French
court of that time, like the imperial
government of the present day, was
not to be tempted by the specious
bait. It was pleaded in vain by
Russia that Egypt would instantly
fall to France, and Egypt was the gate
of India. The Turks had now a
piece of good fortune in taking the
Borysthenes, of 64 guns, which was
driven by weather to Constantinople,
and another of greater importance,
which they had not counted on.
Catharine was prepared for the oppo-
sition of England and Prussia to her
plans, in everything short of actual
hostility. She was not prepared for
a declaration of war from Gustavus
III. of Sweden, who seemed, in a
measure, actuated by the contemp-
tuous scorn with which his offers of
mediation between Russia and Turkey
had been treated. Catharine was in
great danger. All her best soldiers
were gone to the south ; but, with her
usual presence of mind, she got to-
gether such troops as she could, and
prepared to defend her capital, which
was in fact seriously menaced. Ad-
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352
rniral Greig, a Scotchman, was ap-
pointed to the command of the fleet
at Cronstadt, which was sent against
the Swedes, while another fleet was
prepared for the Euxine. A remark
made by the historian on this latter
squadron is worth our heeding. It
was meant that the large ships of the
Turkish fleet should be avoided ; and
a great flotilla of light ships, furnished
with heavy artillery, for acting in
shallows and in the mouths of rivers,
both for the defence and attack of sea-
side places, was got together. The ad-
vantages of this arrangement were
obvious. Europe, which had slum-
bered through the partition of Po-
land, was now in part awakened by
the approaching dismemberment of
Turkey. Thus Austria and Russia,
though pretending a crusade, met with
nothing but coldness through Christ-
endom, except from Genoa, which
actively assisted them. Venice, Sar-
dinia, and Spain, then very powerful
by sea, showed decided hostility ; and
as for France, she was quite aware of
all that was going on ; but this was
now " tfce Gallic era, 88," and there
was a leaven working in her own con-
stitution which rendered her utterly
incapable of any external feelings.
Prussia was satisfied with standing
on the defensive and awaiting con-
tingencies. As for England, Russia
hoped to bribe her into acquiescence,
by employing her pilots, seamen, and
shipping in transport ; and the mer-
chants were of course well pleased to
turn a penny : but the Government
put a timely check on it by a procla-
mation in the London Gazette, pro-
hibiting foreign service to British
sailors, and at the same timenullifying
the contracts of those who had taken
any tenders up for Russia. But this
refusal of England to abet Russia pro-
bably saved St Petersburg, for it de-
layed the sailing of the Russian fleet,
and kept it at home to cover the capi-
tal against Sweden. England did not
go the length of recalling her officers
already in the Russian service ; and
amongst other heroes of the Cronstadt
fleet, Catharine had the good fortune to
engage the notorious American pirate
Paul Jones. She was, however, soon
obliged to rescind this appointment,
as the British officers refused to serve
with a deserter from their own service.
[Sept.
The King of Sweden declared war
a little too soon, and missed his mark.
The Russian fleet, with its English
officers, soon shut the Swedes up in
Sweaborg, which then belonged to-
Sweden; but notwithstanding this,
Gustavus thought of getting an ad-
vantageous peace. Above all he wish-
ed to free Finland from Russian in-
trigue. It appears that ever since the
peace of Abo, Russia, under the pre-
tence of making them independent, had
endeavoured to detach the Finlanders
from Sweden, playing the same game
as with Courland, which she first de-
clared independent and then annexed.
But Catharine was his implacable foe
at this time, and no peace was pos-
sible. She had corrupted the Swedish
nobles, so that they deserted their
king on the field of battle. It was
even said that she aimed at dethron-
ing him, and reviving the extinct
claim of Peter III. to the throne of
Sweden, in the person of her son, the
Grand Duke. To add to the difficul-
ties of Gustavus, the Danes invaded
him from Norway, the hostility of
the Danes having been excited by
Gustavus's wish to take Norway from
them and annex it ; and also, of course,
by no lack of Russian intrigue at the
same time, the handsome present of
Holstein not being forgotten at the court
of Copenhagen. It is said, indeed,
that on the cession of Holstein to
Denmark, that power was secretly
bound to provide Russia with 12,000
auxiliary troops, and six ships of the
line, when she wanted them.' The
date of this treaty was 1773, a time
when Sweden menaced Norway. In
1787, Gustavus, seeing that he might
attack Russia with advantage, as she
was busy with the Ottoman war, paid
a friendly visit to Copenhagen, to im-
press on the Danish court the dangers
of Russian ambition and intrigues,
and ^the necessity of a Scandinavian
union. But it was too late: the in-
terests of Denmark had been sold by
her court already, and it was in obe-
dience to Russia that Denmark made
the invasion mentioned before, as a
diversion to the war in Finland.
Gottenburg was invested, and Gus-
tavus, at the head of the brave Dale-
carlians, hastened to relieve it, leaving
the army in Finland to shift for itself.
He was now in imminent danger.
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England, Prussia, and Holland, now
in firm alliance, saved him, for France
was in a state of internal paralysis.
Mr Elliott, the English ambassador
at Copenhagen, went to Gottenburg,
and made the Danish prince raise the
siege by threatening an embargo
on Danish ships in England, followed
up by operations in the Sound.
He was seconded by the Prussian
minister, and Gustavus had both his
hands free again for the war in Fin-
land. In the mean time the war in
the East was raging furiously, and
most to the advantage of Russia.
Potemkin took Otchakoff on the fes-
tival of St Nicholas, to whom the
Russians gave the credit, as he was
their tutelary saint, but at the price
of the loss of 12,000 men. At this
period, the beginning of 1789, the
exhaustion of Russia is remarked on
by our authority : " Men began to
grow scarce in the Russian empire ;
the wilds of Siberia were therefore
ransacked for its exiles ; and a part
of them were brought to be incorpo-
rated with the recruits." Meanwhile
the war in Finland waged, at first
with advantage to Russia. Gusta-
vus's troops were pushed out of Rus-
sian into Swedish Finland. In the
next year, 1790, fortune turned.
Gustavus took thirty ships from
the Prince of Nassau, and excited
great consternation at St Peters-
burg, by disembarking an army only
thirty miles from that capital. Why
have not England and France, in
1855, imitated his example? The
Swedes chased a Russian squadron
into Revel, but lost two ships, and
their navy was entrapped, and seri-
ously compromised in the Gulf of
Viborg ; and might have been taken
entire, had Admiral Tschitschagoff
and the Prince of Nassau put batte-
ries at the entrance of the passages.
As it was, the Swedes lost nine ships
of the line, three frigates, and up-
wards of twenty galleys. The Rus-
sians paid for this success by the loss
of several of their boldest British
officers ; amongst others the Captains
Denison, Marshall, Miller, Aiken,
and Trevenen.
The Prince of Nassau attacked the
remainder of the Swedish galleys be-
hind the rocks of Svenkosund, where
they had hidden themselves for safety.
353
Gustavus's star was now in the as-
cendant. The Russians lost half their
fleet, and 10,000 men. The Empress
now offered terms to Gustavus, which
were, the re-establishment of the trea-
ties of Abo and Nystadt, coupled
with the condition that Gustavus
should march against the French. He
complied, thinking himself too weak
to follow up his temporary advan-
tages. In Turkey the war went on.
Abdul Achmed was dead. He was
a genial kind of Sultan, considered
by M. De Vergennes as one of the
finest gentlemen of his time. Amongst
other proofs of his civilised tenden-
cies, his heterodox love of wine is
put on record. He is said to have
said in one of his hilarious moments,
" If he were to become an infidel, he
should assuredly embrace the Roman
Catholic religion, for all the best
European wines grew in Catholic
countries ; and, indeed, he had never
heard of a good Protestant wine."
Selim III. succeeded him. It was
now thought that if Catharine failed
in her design on Constantinople, she
would, as the second best thing to be
done, invest Potemkin with the sove-
reignty of the Danubian Principa-
lities. As it was, the opposition of
the allies forced her to content her-
self with making him hetman of the
Cossacks. And with regard to her
conquests of the Crimea, Otchakoff,
and the Black Sea, she was on the
point of going to war with England
and Prussia, because she insisted in
clinging to them. The fear of this
war induced her to give easier terms
to Gustavus, as those two powers
with Sweden would have been too
much for her. The Russian general
Suwarrow was now making his abi-
lity manifest by beating the Turks.
On one occasion, near the river
Rimniks, he saved the Austrian
army, and gained the honorary name
of Rimniksky. He celebrated his
conquest of Tnrtukai by four lines of
Russian doggrel : u Glory to God !
Praises to Catharine ! Turtukai is
taken! Suwarrow is in it." Other
victories followed. Ackerman and
Keglia Nova, on the northern mouth
of the Danube, were taken. Potem-
kin had been sitting for some months
before Ismail. He ordered Suwar-
row to take it, and gave him but
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three days to do it in. The Russians
stormed the town at the third assault,
but with the loss of 15,000 men.
Catharine was much elated with these
splendid successes, and ironically re-
marked to Sir Charles Whitworth,
" Sir, since the king, your master, is
determined to drive me out of St
Petersburg, I hope he will permit me
to retire to Constantinople." Prince
Potemkin remained her prime minis-
ter and coadjutor through all these
triumphs. Besides his designs on
Constantinople, he is said to have
had dreams even of Chinese con-
quest ; his death alone stopt an ex-
pedition which was to have begun
with taking possession of the Amoor
at Nertschinsk, and he thoroughly
believed that only 10,000 men were
wanted to march through China.
Nothing annoyed him more than the
French Revolution, for he had suc-
ceeded in detaching the Bourbon
dynasty from Turkey. The French
Revolution was beginning to tell upon
Poland; and Catharine, fearing for
that country, where Prussian inter-
ests were getting the upper hand,
began to think a peace with Turkey
necessary. England wished to be
mediator, as, in consequence of the
rupture between France and Rus-
sia, she was anxious to have good
terms with the latter power. The
peace was concluded on the basis of
that of Kainardji, the preliminaries
being signed on the 9th of January
1791, at Galatch, leading to a defi-
nitive treaty concluded at Jassy.
It is said that this war cost Rus-
sia 200,000 men, and 200,000,000
roubles ; Austria, 130,000 men, and
300,000,000 florins ; and Turkey,
330,000 men, and 250,000,000 pi-
astres. Sweden had expended in her
war 70,000,000 of rix-dollars, and
lost the best part of her fleet. It
must not be forgotten that, while the
English were threatening to force this
treaty on the Empress by a fleet in
the Baltic, Prince Nassau Siegen put
a project before her of marching an
army through Bokhara to Cashmere
and Bengal, with the view of driving
the British out of India. The plan is
said to have been originally conceived
by a Frenchman named St Genie.
It is well also to remember that this •
project was laughed to scorn by the
[Sept.
sagacious Potemkin, who did not live
long after this to direct the counsels
of Russia. He died near Jassy,
whither he had gone to be present at
the congress. He was a powerful
and able man, in spite of his giant
vices, and the very incarnation in the
person of a courtier of the imperial
policy of Russia.
The business withTurkey was now
settled, and Catharine reverted to her
old scheme of the annihilation of Poland.
The Poles had been showing some signs
of life. In 1788 they had abrogated
the constitution dictated by violence in
1775, and in 1791 they had put forth
a new constitution in a sense entirely
adverse to her interests. The English
constitution was the model on which
the patriotic Poles proposed to re-
model their own. The nobles thought
of initiating a peerage after the Eng-
lish pattern ; but instead of beginning
with solidity, they began with splen-
dour. Amongst other follies, while the
very existence of Poland was trem-
bling in the balance, they were sending
embassies to all the chief European
courts. Their propositions were fair
enough, but all was too late. They
determined to have done with foreign
interference, and have Poland for the
Poles. Stanislaus entered into these
proceedings with theatrical ostenta-
tion. The chief innovation was that,
after the English model, a Third Estate
was to be placed by the side of the Up-
per House. To compensate this, the
nobles were to be confirmed in their
privileges. The veto of a single vote
was repealed, and all cabals and private
meetings of confederates forbidden. A
revision of the constitution was to
take place every twenty- five years,
which, considering the short time the
constitution was to last, seemed the
most foolish provision of all. This
change caused a universal jubilee in
Poland, but with little reason. Aus-
tria, England, and Prussia had formed
an anti-revolutionary league. Prus-
sia wavered for some time between
conservatism and liberalism. But the
chief enemies of Poland were her own
children. They had treason in the
camp, and traitors in the church, one
of the chief of whom was Bishop
Kossakowsky. The traitors called on
Russia to rescue Polish liberty, which
they declared in danger; and Russian
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intervention always rested on a hair-
trigger, which a touch would explode.
With Poland it was the old story of
the wolf and the lamb ; and as to
Germany, the Russians pretended that
their intervention was welcome to her
dynasties, as she protected the old
constitutions, and at the same time
conveniently supplied their neces-
sities. Russia complained that Poland
had declared the permanency of the
Diet, contrary to treaties, and also
had negotiated with the Turks. At
this crisis Stanislaus turned traitor.
The confederation of the Russianising
Poles assembled at Grodno, and were
humiliated by seeing the Russian
minister seated under the canopy of
the throne he was going to overturn.
The King of Prussia, in concert with
Catharine, had already marched an
army into Poland (1793). The Poles
rose in insurrection, and the next
year Kosciusko put himself at the
head of the patriotic army. He suc-
ceeded for a while, but Russia and
Prussia were too strong, and he was
totally defeated at the battle of Ma-
cieyo witch on the 4th of October 1794.
The Empress and Frederick now par-
titioned Poland at their leisure; Sta-
nislaus became a pensioner on the
bounty of Catharine, and Prince Rep-
nin was appointed governor of Poland.
Meanwhile Gustavus of Sweden was
prevented from setting out on the
Empress's expedition against France
by his assassination. He was always
unpopular with the Swedish nobles,
and at last three of them entered into
a conspiracy against his life. Anker-
stroem had the questionable honour
of shooting his king with a pistol in
the back. He was succeeded by his
son Gustavus Adolphus. The Em-
press instantly fixed on the young
king as a husband for one of her
granddaughters ; but the negotiation
came to nothing, as it appeared by
the law of Sweden that it would be
necessary for the bride to change her
religion. Catharine was more suc-
cessful in other alliances. She mar-
ried her grandson Alexander to the
Princess Louisa of Baden- Omlach,
and Constantine to the youngest
daughter of the Prince of Saxe- Co-
burg. Another bloodless triumph of
about the same date (1796) was the
complete annexation of the grand-
duchy of Courland, effected by some
masterly intrigues.
Catharine now turned her attention
to Persia. The Porte would not se-
cond her, so she proceeded alone.
Valerian Zuboff, her general, pene-
trated into Daghestan and took Der-
bend on the Caspian, but he was
beaten back into it. Catharine or-
dered him to be reinforced from the
Kuban, and expected soon to conquer
Persia. This was not her only dream,
for now at last she seemed on the
point of grasping the darling object of
her ambition. She had just secured,
by a new treaty with Great Britain
and Austria, the assistance of both
those powers against Turkey, and she
already in imagination saw her em-
pire extending from the White Sea to
the Bosphorus, and from the Atlan-
tic to Japan. But an unforeseen
enemy conquered her at a single blow.
She died suddenly on the 9th of No-
vember 1796, having scarcely ever
ailed before. She had advanced the
policy of Peter the Great more than
any sovereign before or since; and
the inscription which she put up on
the statue she erected to him was not
too presumptuous in its simplicity:
"To Peter I., Catharine II." She
reigned for thirty-five years, and left
Russia one of the five great European
powers. When Paul Petrovitch suc-
ceeded her, he was forty-two years
old. He had been kept in the back-
ground by his mother during his
whole life, probably because she found
that little was to be made of him in
reference to her ambitious schemes.
She lived at a later period than Peter
the Great, or she would probably have
put Paul to death for his conservatism,
as Peter did Alexis. The first thing
Paul did was to do honour to his
father's memory, which was an ear-
nest of the policy he meant to pursue.
He altered the law of succession by
an ukase of the 16th April 1797, ex-
cluding female in case of male heirs
remaining. Thus he sought to put the
monarch above the courtiers, and the
throne above the national policy. He
made peace with Persia ; he endeavour-
ed to do justice to the Poles, and even
favoured Kosciusko. His intentions
seemed generally just and good. But
his ability to do good was limited by
his intelligence. His character soon
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[Sept.
displayed eccentricities amounting to
madness ; which, although his views
were just, caused him to act as a
tyrant in detail. He was a man of
impulse and passion, a new character
for a Russian sovereign. He took up
arms against the French Revolution,
solely from his sympathies with kings,
and even offered Louis XVIII. an
asylum. But ill success in the war
with France soon drove Paul to
change sides, and Buonaparte, now
First Consul, induced him to form an
alliance with France, expelling Louis
XVIII. and the rest of the emi-
grants. He afterwards was persuaded
to re-establish the armed neutrality
set on foot against England, which
involved a war with this power. But
he scarcely advanced the imperial
policy of Russia ; and this omission,
probably much more than any acts of
tyranny (for the Russians had been
growing used to them since Ivan the
Terrible), cost him his life. He was
strangled with his own scarf, in the
night between llth and 12th March
1801, by some of the courtiers who
had conspired against him. He had
been twice married. His first wife was
daughter of the Landgrave of Hesse-
Darmstadt, who died in childbed. The
second, Dorothea, Princess of Wu'rtem-
burg, rebaptised Maria-Fedorovna,
bore him the Grand-Duke Alexander,
Constantino, Nicholas, and Michael ;
and the Grand-Duchesses Alexandra,
Maria Grand-Duchess of Saxe-Wei-
mar, Helen Grand-Duchess of Meck-
lenburg, Catharine Queen of "Wiirtem-
burg, and Anne Queen of Holland.
The perusal of this list of daughters
will show what care had been taken
in placing them so that the roots of
Russia should spread themselves in
the soil of Germany. Of course it
was their grandmother's doing, and
not their father's. Alexander I. is
said to have inherited with the throne
a remorse which haunted him to the
frave. Whether his father was mur-
ered with his privity has never been
ascertained ; but certain it is that he
took no decided steps to avenge him.
He is said not to have been so much
a Russian in temperament, as a Greek
of the Lower Empire. The bonhomie
and blandness of his address con-
cealed an ever- watchful astuteness,,
which qualified him more than per-
haps any one of his predecessors,
with the exception of Catharine II.,
who had also worn a mask of apparent
frankness, and even levity, to carry
out the schemes of Peter the Great.
But the tornado of the French Re-
volution changed all the currents of
events, and turned them out of their
accustomed channels. For the greatest
part of his reign, Alexander had
enough to do to keep his dominions
together, and himself on the throne.
Still the fact that Russia during his
reign came out from all her reverses
with increased dominions, and seemed
to profit whichever side was upper-
most, proves that Alexander was well
worthy of inheriting the tradition of
his fathers. The eyes of all the Euro-
pean powers were turned from Russia
by fear of French aggrandisement ;
and thus Russia was near accomplish-
ing, by the assistance of her friends,
some of the objects in aiming at which
she had failed in her own strength.
In 1807 Admiral Duckworth, to dis-
solve the alliance between France and
Turkey, forced the Dardanelles, and
was only prevented from burning
Constantinople by the dismissal of the
French ambassador. Besides doing
much damage to the Turkish navy,
the Russians, meanwhile, were stirring
up revolt in Greece. But in this year
took place the memorable battle of
Friedland, which was the last of a
series of defeats, and seemed to con-
summate the ruin of Russia on the
continent, and constitute Napoleon
the sole and unquestioned arbiter of
the destinies of Europe. It is im-
possible to help admiring the dexterity
with which the Tsar managed the
Great Captain at the peace of Tilsit.
Alexander threw himself heart and
soul, or pretended to do* so, into
Napoleon's hostility to England. He
was not improbably sincere in this,
as English supremacy at sea has al-
ways been a greater difficulty with
Russia than French ascendancy on
the continent ; and unlike the Em-
peror Paul, he was probably free
from all political sympathies with
other nations on their own account.
Young as he was, he saw Napoleon's
weak point at once, and flattered the
vanity of his conqueror by seeming to
be overcome with admiration of his
military prowess, nor least by ac-
1855.]
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knowledging him what he was not,
his superior in diplomacy. During
the conferences at Tilsit, Alexander
and Napoleon in general terms agreed
to divide the world between them.
Many accounts of these conferences
have been published, some of which
are doubtless fabulous, some apocry-
phal, and some of course true. In
the mean time, the startling news
came that Turkey was in a state of
anarchy ; the janissaries having re-
volted against the reforms of Selim,
and deposed and imprisoned that
monarch. M. Thiers mentions that
Napoleon spoke of Turkey on that
occasion in a manner strikingly simi-
lar to the expressions of Nicholas
addressed to Sir Hamilton Seymour.
We quote M. Thiers' words : —
" ' Un coup du del,' dit-il k Alex-
andre, ' vient de me degager k 1'egard
de la Porte. Mon allie et mon ami,
le sultan Selim, a e"te pre'cipite du
trone dans les fers. J'avais era
qu'on pouvait faire quelque chose de
ces Turcs, leur rendre quelque ener-
gie, leur apprendre a se servir de leur
courage naturel : c'est une illusion. II
faut en finir d'un empire qui ne peut
plus subsister, ;et empecher que ses
ddpouilles ne contribuent a augmen-
ter la domination d'Angleterre." Na-
poleon, of course, only spoke what
was in Alexander's own heart. He
proved to him, moreover, that French
preponderance was never dangerous
to Russia, while England was always
her natural rival, and could blockade
her ports and menace Sebastopol,
Odessa, and her other sea-fortresses,
at any time. There was every rea-
son that Russia and France should
form an alliance against England and
against Germ any. Finally, Napoleon
proposed to give Finland to Alexan-
der, or rather to help him to take it
from Sweden by force of arms. Fin-
tland was the chief bribe by which Na-
poleon counted on making Alexander
his constant ally ; but he still with-
held from him the maritime provinces
of Turkey and Constantinople itself,
357
and therefore most probably did Alex-
ander intend to promise all, and, as
soon as he had got his price, break
faith with France at the first oppor-
tunity. It was, perhaps, fortunate
for us that the Tsar's constitutional
duplicity was too strong even for his
own interests.
In these conferences Alexander
came again and again to the subject
of Constantinople, but Napoleon was
firm — he would not let Russia cross
the Balkan. One day the two em-
perors came in from a walk, and Na-
poleon asked for a map of Europe,
and, putting his finger on Constanti-
nople, seemed to continue to himself
a conversation just finished with
Alexander. The Secretary is said to
have heard the expression more than
once, u Constantinople ! Constanti-
nople! jamais ! c'est 1'empire du
monde." It must be allowed that
Alexander, though he did not get
Constantinople, considering his posi-
tion, was pretty well indemnified by
Finland. It did not suit him just
then to complain of Napoleon's views
regarding Poland, which the latter
promised to restore to its indepen-
dence. Russia managed to trim her
bark so well in the storm which
shook every throne in Europe, that
she retained Finland from Napoleon's
hands, and Poland from those of the
Allies.* This happy faculty of Rus-
sia, of always falling on her legs after
every temporary reverse of fortune,
reminds us forcibly of those lines of
Horace, applied in a nobler sense to
the destinies of Rome —
*' Merses profundo, pulchrior evenit,
Luctere, multa proruet integrum
Cum laude victorem, geretque
Proelia conjugibus loquenda."
Alexander only clave to Napoleon
as long as his good fortune suffered
no diminution. As far as his cha-
racter was concerned, he had better
have had no dealings with him, for
the Allies could no longer believe in
his dynastic orthodoxy, though of
* " The carnage of Eylau,-the overthrow of Tilsit, led only to the incorporation of
Finland with its vast dominions, the acquisition of a considerable territory from its
ally Prussia, the consolidation of its power in the Caucasus and Georgia, and the
incorporation of Wallachia and Moldavia, and extension of its southern frontier to
the Danube."— ALISON'S History of Europe, from the Fall of Napoleon. Vol. ii.
p. 114.
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358
course Russia was too powerful a
friend to be spurned. The English
had become masters of the Baltic by
the bombardment of Copenhagen
under Lord Cathcart, and the re-
awakened hostility of Austria to
France shook Alexander's faith in the
star of his new ally. Austria was
beaten, and occupied by a French
army, and then Alexander trembled
for his frontier. But what galled
Alexander most, was Napoleon's per-
sistence in restoring Poland. He
still trimmed and endeavoured to
please both sides, and Napoleon grew
dissatisfied with the bad performance
of his promises. At last, by an ukase,
of 15th January 1811, a safe time of
year for him, as he thought, he placed
prohibitions on French commerce.
This was the beginning of the rupture,
which continued to increase, and led
to the campaign of 1812, the result of
which is well known. Napoleon never
calculated on the power of Russian
despotism over the minds of its sub-
jects. The burning of Moscow was
but a symptom of that fanatical sub-
missiveness which had been part of
the Russian character since the days
of Ivan the Terrible. After this Alex-
ander became one of the heroes of
Europe by force of circumstances, and
gained great praise abroad by refus-
ing divine honours at the hands of his
people. When in the plenitude of his
power in 1815, he caused himself to
be crowned King of Poland, giving the
Poles at the same time a mock consti-
tution to play with. The divine hon-
ours which he refused for himself he
generously claimed for the alliance of
sovereigns of which he was the devis-
er, called u The Holy Alliance," the
holiness of which was of course a re-
flection from that of Russia, By his
duties to this alliance, he pretended
his hands were tied from assisting the
Greeks, whom he had stirred up to
rebellion, and then left to the mercy
of the Pashas. The remainder of his
years were occupied with the peace-
ful consolidation of his empire. He
died in 1825, at Taganrog, whither he
had gone for the Empress's health. He
carried out the imperial policy of Rus-
sia under greater difficulties than any
of his predecessors, and, amongst other
acquisitions, took advantage of some
sparse trading settlements, to annex,
[Sept.
in 1821, Russian America, a tract of
land twice as large as France. He
was succeeded by Nicholas, his bro-
ther, under circumstances to which we
adverted in an article entitled the
" Death of Nicholas," in the April
number of this Magazine. Nicholas
was as much Alexander's superior as
a man, as he was his inferior as a po-
litician. The events of his reign are
too well known to justify our dwell-
ing upon them now. Generally speak-
ing, he seems to have endeavoured to
reconcile with faith and honour the
observance of the policy of his fore-
fathers, and only to have deviated from
this rule of life in his latter days,
when his temper seems to have got
the better of his conscience. Not that
he ever lost sight for a moment of the
aggrandisement of Russia. Inhistime
the absolutism of the Tsar, compro-
mised by Alexander's sincere or in-
sincere tamperings with constitution-
alism, reached a point beyond which
it was not possible to go, by the union
of all Church as well as all State au-
thority in the Emperor's person. In
his reign, however, we may safely say,
that the imperial policy was more for-
warded by the assistance of his
European alliances, than by any
efforts made by the Emperor alone.
In 1826 a protocol was signed between
theDuke of Wellington and CountNes-
selrode, guaranteeing the independ-
ence of Greece. England did not see
that the division of Turkey must be a
powerful diversion in favour of Russia,
and that the object would be lost
through the means used to secure it.
Greece, ceasing to be Turkish, would
inevitably become Russian, especially
by the strength of religious sympathy.
An event soon after happened in
Turkey, peculiarly favourable to Rus-
sian views : the Janissaries revolted
against Sultan Mahmoud, and he was
obliged to exterminate them. Thus
the Porte was denuded of its ancient
protectors, and obliged to trust to un-
tried levies. Nicholas saw the oppor-
tunity. The land forces of Turkey
were disorganised ; her navy had dis-
appeared under the fire of British and
French ships, as well as Russian, in
that gigantic mistake, the "untoward"
battle of Navarino. The Tsar made at
Ackerman certain demands which Otto-
man pride could not well stomach , espe-
1855.] The Imperial Policy
dally as they were made with all the
insolence of one already a conqueror;
bat which, nevertheless, were submit-
ted to under the compulsion of the cir-
cumstances. The most important step
which Russia gained at the Conven-
tion of Ackerman was the recognition
of her protectorate over the Danubian
Principalities in a solemn and avowed
form ; thus, while Paskiewitch beat
the Persians and conquered Erivan,
Turkey was bound hand and foot to
be slaughtered at leisure. Russia
then bound Persia likewise, and
turned her attention to Turkey.
Mutual recriminations easily led to a
war, which ambition desired on the
one side, and revenge on the other.
It was waged with unexampled fury,
both in Asia and Europe, and the
Turks, in spite of weakening causes,
showed a wonderful vitality in re-
sistance. Strange to say, while Die-
bitch passed the Balkan and occupied
Adrianople, after Silistria and Varna
had fallen, England and France were
still playing the game of Russia, and
securing for her the command of the
sea. Constantinople, this time at
least, seemed doomed. The Western
Powers now took alarm, thinking
that a Russian host was at the gates
of Constantinople, while, in fact,
Diebitch was at the head of but
about 15,000 effective men, all the
rest of his muster-roll being killed,
wounded, or in hospital. Never was
the morbid propensity of certain of our
statesmen to meddling with what did
not concern them, and in a blunder-
ing and untimely manner, more dis-
astrously exemplified than by what
took place now.
MahmoudjWith tears inhiseyes, was
persuaded by the ambassadors to sign
the treaty of Adrianople, as the only
means of saving his capital ; the most
important stipulations of which were,
the occupation by Russia of a number
of strongholds on the Turkish territory,
with a valuable territory on the Black
Sea and Georgia. All Russian stipu-
lations have always seemed very
moderate at first reading : those of
the Treaties of Adrianople, and again
of Unkiar Skelessi, in which, for serv-
ing Turkey, Russia claimed the keys
of the Euxine, were no exception.
The insurrection of Poland in 1831,
and its suppression by Russia, only
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resulted in the more complete fusion
of that kingdom with Russia; which
indeed seems now to have been ac-
complished so far as, in the opinion
of many intelligent Poles, to make the
future separation of the two countries
an exceedingly difficult problem. If
Nicholas did not carry out the impe-
rial policy of Russia with the expan-
sive force of his predecessors, he
braced and strengthened it internally
with an organisation unknown before.
Under him Russia, before an aggre-
gate, became a vast unit. The
aggressions from which the present
war arose were probably suggested
by the reports of approaching hos-
tility between England and Impe-
rial France, which our newspapers
in part gave birth to. Yet it is
rumoured that the ambition of Men-
schikoff may have involved his master
in a position from which he would
only have been too happy to have
extricated himself with honour. Not
to have made sure of the division
between England and France was a
mistake which Peter, Catharine, or
Alexander would never have com-
mitted. As it is, the war is carried
on by the body of Russia without its
head, and Russia appears like a loco-
motive that has run away on a rail-
road after throwing its engineer.
Appeals to its reason are rendered
futile by the death of Nicholas ; for
Alexander II. appears to be a mere
cipher, as far as we know, in refer-
ence to the imperial policy. It is
plain enough, from the facts alone
which we have enumerated in these
papers, what that policy is. It is
simply universal dominion, aimed at
by incessant intrigue or incessant
conquest. This is now so generally
allowed, that to dilate on it would be
superfluous. We have gathered from
Russian history some of the corrobo-
rative facts — we have especially dwelt
on the reign of Catharine II., because
in that reign the greatest strides were
made, and because the general course
of events is strikingly similar to
that of those in our own time. Yet
strangely enough some of our states-
men talk and act as if all this history
were fabulous : they still talk of be-
lieving the word of Russia, and bind-
ing this Ishmaelite of nations by
international law. The fascination
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360
of Mr Gladstone, Lord John Russell,
and the rest, " all honourable men,"
by the power of Russia, would have
been attributed in the middle ages to
magic, or possession, and they would
have been made the subjects of exor-
cism. Yet it seems to us to be only
the power with which evil, that has
cast aside all scruples, constantly
invests itself. The massacres of
Sinope and Hango, the bayonetings
of the wounded, and the enormous
lying authorised to explain these
things, look almost as frightful as
if one -seventh of the world were
Thugs or Atheist Caffres, civilised
only for destruction, but sworn to
internecine war with the rest of man-
kind. We confess ourselves at a loss
to see in what the great power of
Russia consists, except in wickedness.
She never waged a great war yet but
she was obliged to desist from abso-
lute prostration, always waging war
on the principle of human life being
no object. This imperial policy is
suicidal ; and if only left to work its
will, it will as certainly destroy
Russia as the light will destroy the
insect, who, undeterred by burnt
wings, morbidly and madly seeks it.
But it may be asked. Why is this
policy persisted in, if it is known to
intelligent Russians to be contrary
to the interests of the country ? For
this reason, that it is the policy
of the court and the courtiers, and
not of the people. It is perfectly
true that the court has fastened
on the old dream of the revival
of the Greek Empire, and made
it efficacious as an instrument of its
ambition ; but it is also true that the
best of the Russians see that their
country, more than any other in
Europe, needs the peaceful growth of
civilising institutions, if its happiness
is to be aimed at. The wars of
Russia, a perpetual nuisance to the
rest of the world, have been an ever-
present blight to the country itself,
and prevented the growth of any one
sane institution. The utter destruc-
tion of her military power would be
the greatest possible blessing for Rus-
sia. As to her court and courtiers, it
is not to be expected that the rest of
Europe, even the believing and tremb-
ling German dynasties, should greatly
sympathise with them. The selfishness
[Sept.
of the Russian court keeps up this sui-
cidal policy, because the prosperity of
the country, and the consequent growth
of a powerful upper class and a power-
ful middle class, would be fatal to
that system of unmitigated despotism
which lives in the relation of one
slave-owner and a few hundred slave-
drivers to seventy millions of slaves.
But supposing that court actuated by
good intentions, could it liberalise
with safety? could it even hope to
substitute an intelligent and paternal
absolutism for this naked autocracy ?
We think that Alexander I., in his
better moments, must have credit for
some thoughts of this kind ; and per-
haps he was partly killed by qualms
of conscience and fears of results.
We know the fate of every Tsar who
tried to be a better man than the
courtiers ; for Paul was scarcely an
exception : his madness has been mis-
represented into hard and systematic
tyranny. As for Nicholas, he had
history before him, and he judged,
we believe honestly, that he could
only act the part which he did. There
is but one fear in pushing Russia too
hard, and refusing to make peace
when she begins to give ground, as
she infallibly will before long, if we
carry on the war with cautious firm-
ness : it is this, that a wilder and
more frightful democracy may spring
up in the East than has ever yet reared
its head in the West, threatening to
bring back the whole world into a
state of moral chaos. The Russian
despotism contains, as well as its own,
all the liberticide elements of the
worst democracy. Than that this
should happen, it is perhaps better
to keep Russia miserable for the sake
of the happiness of the rest of the
world, and content ourselves with
tying her hands from further mischief.
At the same time, her aggressions and
misdeeds are such that we should be
fully justified in thrusting home, and
leaving the result in the hands of God.
The principle of punishment for which
we have Divine authority, in dealing
with individuals, cannot be ignored in
the case of nations. But how would
her bands most effectually be tied?
In considering this, we must distin-
guish the desirable from the possible.
It would be perhaps desirable to de-
grade the European Emperor to a
'
1855.]
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361
mere Asiatic Tsar ; to restore Poland
as a state, and give it a constitutional
monarchy ; to set up a Christian em-
pire in Constantinople ; to banish the
Turks to Asia; to oblige the Emperor
of Austria to content himself with
being the constitutional king of a free
and powerful Hungary ; to give Lom-
bardy to Piedmont, and consolidate
Italy ; to consolidate Germany under
the hegemony of the Prussian crown ;
to strengthen Persia ; to make the
Crimea independent ; to restore Fin-
land to Sweden, and establish a strong
Scandinavian state, made up of Den-
mark, Norway, and Sweden — the
England, Scotland, and France of the
north — if not by a second union of
Calmar, at least by an offensive and
defensive alliance, as a perpetual
barrier against Russia. All this
might be desirable ; the possibility
is another question. We might, per-
haps, consolidate Scandinavia. Swe-
den lost Finland through her good
faith with England, and deserves
better at our hands than that we
should leave northern interests out of
the bases of negotiation, and allow
Eomarsund to be rebuilt as another
Sebastopol, with Stockholm almost
commanded by its guns. We might
give consistence and independent ex-
istence to the Danubian Principalities,
and also to the Caucasus. We might
conquer the Crimea for France, and
Georgia for ourselves ; or vice versa,
and hold these provinces till the ex-
penses of the war are paid. We might
stop up Russia's outlets at the north
and south ; and if she threatened to
break down the wall of Germany, we
should be only just in leaving the
Germans to defend themselves, for as
yet they deserve nothing better at our
hands. We are certain of success, if,
as Pericles said to the Athenians, we
carry on the war patiently, warily,
and watchfully, and give our resources
their due preponderance. One of our
greatest dangers is, that we should
again lapse, after some partial suc-
cess, into our old mercantile obesity,
and have to fight again with Russia,
without the golden advantage of a
French alliance. We must beware
of that state of apathy from which
Demosthenes, at a later stage of the
existence of the Athenian republic,
tried to rouse his countrymen when
he said that, even supposing Philip
were dead, as was rumoured, their
indifference and sloth would soon
create another Philip to terrify them.
Even now, why are we not all arming,
when we know not what contingency
may arise — when we know that the
much-valued alliance of France pro-
bably rests on the single life of one
man of genius, which might at any
moment succumb to some base assas-
sin? There is something fearfully
imperturbable in the English charac-
ter ; and fortune certainly favours the
bold. An Englishman is said, in some
foreign hotel, when called by the af-
frighted waiter, and told the house
was on fire, to have given another
turn in bed, and desired him to call
him again when the fire was in the
next room ; and here is the world in
flames, and all the north and south
wrapt in blaze of artillery, and boom-
ing with its echoes ; while, if this
year is to witness the repetition of
the programme of the last, it is likely
enough that our legislators are getting
their guns in order, and either going
or gone, not to the steppes of the
Crimea, but to the moors of North
Britain, to wage truceless war — with
the grouse !
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LIGHT LITERATURE FOR THE HOLIDAYS.
NO. i. — BELL'S LIFE IN LONDON.
THE modern philosopher and ad-
mirer of the triumphs of civilisation
may, if he so pleases, bestow either his
pity or his contempt upon the " grey
barbarian," who lives beyond the in-
fluences of cheap literature and stimu-
lating print, and whose enjoyments do
not depend upon the acceleration of
the march of mind — but we hope that
he will at least have some toleration
for those who opine that the said bar-
barian has by no means the worst of it
under present circumstances. The
savage, when he betakes himself to the
prairie, the hunting-grounds, or the
jungle, encumbers himself with nothing
more than his deer-skin shirt, his rifle,
knife, powder-horn, shot-pouch, and
a handful or so of pemmican ; and thus
provided, he is able to traverse half a
continent. The civilised sportsman,
on the other hand, never quits town
without two lumbering gun- cases,
enough to load a mule— a sheaf of
fishing-rods, and a box of tackle — a
couple of portmanteaus stuffed with
all manner of extraordinary apparel,
includingjerseys,socks,drawers,water-
proofs, hose, and galligaskins — a brace
of hampers, one containing wine, and
the other some dozens of pale ale — a
box of Yorkshire pie, potted brawn,
anchovies, soup cakes, and various
other kinds of bilious abominations —
not to specify rugs and wrappers, and
a perfect model of a dressing-case.
These furnishings he considers indis-
pensably necessary to insure the com-
fort of his solitary carcass during his
three weeks' peregrination of a moor
which does not measure three miles
upon the map, he all the while residing
at a respectable inn, where the whis-
ky is of undeniable excellence, the
beds bug-less, and where fresh meat
is regularly supplied twice in the week.
We have purposely mitigated the
sketch, not imputing to civilisation,
as we might have done, the enormity
of preserved turtle, nor invidiously
specifying champagne ; but, in spite
of our sober toning, is it possible that
any one can fail to recognise the vast
superiority of the savage preparation
over that which is encumbered by the
trash of modern appliances?
Again, what a prodigious advantage
does the unlettered savage enjoy over
his type-thralled brother, when he
turns his face to the wilderness ! What
• cares he for the fluctuations of consols,
or the rise or decline of railway shares,
or the result of political debates, or
Lord John Russell's juggleries, or Mr
Layard's mistakes, or Lord Palmer-
ston's sorry jokes, or any other topic
upon which civilised dotards delight
to be advised? That hideous and in-
satiable thirst for information which is
the last and worst effect of a too indis-
criminate use of the fruit of the tree
of knowledge, has not affected his
simple palate. The only news for
which he would barter an ounce of
lead, relates to the vicinity of a herd
of buffalo, or a chance at a drove of
big-horns. The strife of parties or
the fall of empires affect him not as
he eats his venison beneath the kindly
glitter of the stars, and composes him-
self to rest with a log for his pillow, a
God- protected man in the deeps of the
boundless desert. Not so with the
modern sportsman. He cannot even
start on his journey without providing
himself with a variety of those twelve-
penny volumes which are recommend-
ed as sure antidotes against tedium in
travelling ; and wretched indeed does
he esteem himself if, on arriving at
his destination, thepost-office arrange-
ments should prove to be so defective
that he cannot depend upon the daily
arrival of his Times. His mental
constitution has become so perverted
by a long course of unwholesome
literary stimulants, that he feels un-
easy if deprived of them. Self- com-
muning and meditation are things
utterly beyond his power— he has lost
for ever that divine faculty which en-
ables a man to be a most agreeable
companion to himself, independent of
all other aids. Bad as are the effects
of indulgence in opium or alcohol, it
ought to be distinctly proclaimed that
mental imbecility may be quite as
easily induced by unrestrained habits
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of indiscriminate reading ; and in de-
fiance of the enlightenment howl which
has lately proceeded from the Oola-
laskan throats of the orators of the
philosophical institutes, we venture
boldly to state our opinion that the
remedy for that mediocrity, which
every one complains of as a remark-
able characteristic of the present age,
might at once be attained, if men
would think for themselves, instead of
delegating to others the task of fur-
nishing them with thoughts, and,
what is more degrading, with opinions.
We have heard of physicians who,
when compelled to resort to the
country for relaxation, carry with
them the last crop of truculent medi-
cal publications, and, in arbours of
the rose and the jessamine, solace
themselves with the perusal of trea-
tises on the diseases of the liver and
the lungs. Lawyers have been known
to study briefs in the Pass of Killie-
crankie, and politicians to read the
Edinburgh Review by the shores of
Loch Corruisk. Need we say that
our whole being revolts from such
profanity. Why seek the country at
all, if not to shake off the memory of
the sights, and sounds, and thoughts
which beset our ordinary existence in
the towns? Why bring with us an
urban poison to taint the purity of the
mountain air? Man is naturally a
savage, and it is good for him some-
times to return to the normal state.
To carry with you into the wilds and
fastnesses of nature the clumsy pan-
oply of civilisation, is almost as absurd
as if you were to bathe in your clothes.
So if you want to enjoy yourself, and
to make the holidays available to gain
an accession of strength both in mind
and body, and to sweep all cobwebs
from your brain — do not, we beseech
you, go forth as the proprietor of various
hampers, to find stowage and convey-
ance for which will render your exist-
ence miserable, but trust to Providence
for the means of satisfying that envi-
able appetite, which, if you give proper
play to your limbs, will rapidly arise in
your maw. Be not particular as to your
toggery. You will pass muster well
enough, even on a Sunday, in a shoot-
ing jacket; and in hob-nails there is
no disgrace. Take no thought about
your letters. Dismiss from your mind
the delusion that Her Majesty will
send for you to form an administra-
tion, in the event of an unforeseen
political crisis, or that Lord Palmer-
ston will invite you to take office under
him. If any misguided person should
chance to leave you a fortune during
your absence, it will be time enough
for you to order becoming mourning
on yeur return. We conclude that
you are in no haste to peruse those
suspicious epistles which are secured
by wafered envelopes, and you may
safely satisfy your conscience by
carrying a motion that they be read
this day six months. And to the
general contents of the sheaf of cor-
respondence, there is no occasion
whatever to reply. What does that
sheaf consist of ? Wedding-cards from
Mr and Mrs Doddles ; a letter from
the secretary of your club reminding
you that you have not paid your sub-
scription ; the prospectus of a new
Gazetteer ; three billets for meetings
of a Horticultural Society ; a request
for an autograph ; a circular from a
coal-merchant who is eager to supply
you with bituminous shale ; and a
card requesting your attendance on
the platform, during the dog-days, at
a meeting of administrative reformers.
Nothing of more importance, rely
upon it, is likely to be addressed to
you ; and the mails will be all the
lighter without such superfluous rub-
bish. Emancipate yourself for a time,
if you are wise, from the degrading
thraldom of news. If, as you must
needs confess, the effect of the electric
telegraph has been to fritter all in-
terest away, and to mock the public
craving with infinitesimal^ homoeopa-
thic doses, instead of solid lumps, you
have it still in your power, by sternly
refusing your address, to procure the
gratification, on your return, of learn-
ing what has been doing in the world
during the month of your absence.
Would that not be a luxury ? What
are the sensations of the habitual
news-room lounger, compared with
those of the man who, after a winter
spent amongst the polar ice, receives
at once the accumulated information
of an eventful year ?
As we preach, we practise. The
twelfth of August was not yet at
hand ; and, save in the way of snipes
and flappers, there was little to be
effected with the gun. So we betook
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ourselves with our rod to a region of
lochs, hitherto uuprofaned by the fly
of the southern angler ; and, were we
now in a legendary humour, startling
is the narrative we might tell of
baskets filled to the top with lovely
yellow trout from the lake, near
which in days of old the Norsemen
held their gathering — or of sea-trout,
white as silver, that made the reel
spin and the rod bend as they rushed
frantically towards ocean with the
barb buried in their jaws. But
anglers would scarcely thank us for a
mere recapitulation of the delight
which, if they be true brethren of the
craft, they must ere now, in this fine
fishing weather, have experienced ;
and we despair of inspiring those dull
souls who yawn over Walton, and
profess their inability to understand
the deep philosophy of Stoddart, with
anything like an enthusiasm for the
waters. Therefore we shall not dilate
upon pur piscatorial achievements,
or excite the envy of those to whom
fortune has been less favourable. All
we need say is, that during that ex-
pedition we remained as innocent of
print or correspondence as an un-
weaned child.
With loathing we observed, on our
return to headquarters at the cottage,
that some ill-judging friend, probably
envious of our freedom and escape,
had taken upon himself to forward the
newspapers. There they lay, in bulk
equal to a hay-stack. Rolls of the
Times with its supplement, heaps of
Heralds, piles of the Press, bales of
BelVs Life, Edinburgh Advertisers,
and Glasgow Constitutionals by the
score, besides penny journals numer-
ous enough to have enwrapped the
whole cheesedom of Dunlop. To read
them through was obviously im-
possible—even to unfold them was a
task which we could not contemplate
without a shudder. So we made
short work of it by dividing the liter-
ary Himalaya into three portions ;
one of which we sent in a game-bag
and two fishing creels, with our com-
pliments, to the parish minister —
another, at the request of Helen Mac-
gregor, who does us the honour to
attend to our personal wants, we
devoted to the singeing of fowls— the
third we retained for our own perusal.
It was a tearing night of wind and
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rain when we set ourselves down to
gather information regarding the state
of Europe, the prospects of the war,
and the doings of the British Legis-
lature ; and we must really confess
that we never spent a more unprofit-
able evening. We read of notes and
counter notes between the cabinets of
Austria and Prussia, out of which we
hopelessly and helplessly attempt-
ed to extract a meaning. We read
the names of Buol and Manteuffel and
Bulow and Titoff, until we utterly con-
founded the one diplomatist with the
other. There was " no fresh news "
from Sebastopol ; and the conversa-
tions in Parliament — for debates they
could not be called — were of the most
uninteresting kind. Life was given
for nobler purposes than the perusal
of u explanations " by Mr Wilson, or
u statements " by Mr Frederick Peel ;
and even Sir Charles Wood seemed
to be more than usually dreary. It
was no novelty to us to be informed
that the Thames was in a very filthy
state, or that it was impossible to
procure unadulterated cayenne pepper.
The investigation into the Hyde Park
riots might be very interesting to the
Cockneys ; but what human being,
distant ten miles from the hearing of
Bow-bells, would care to be certiorated
whether policeman X or the boy
Jones behaved the worst on that oc-
casion ? We turned to the city
article : — " The English funds to-day
have again been inactive, but steady :
consols opened at the last price of
yesterday, and remained without the
slightest variation up to the close of
business." — All right, we suppose.
" There was great inactivity in the
Railway market to-day." — So much
the better, as fewer fingers will be
burned. " Mining shares are flat."
— We cannot wonder at that, when
we glance at the outlandish names in
the list, which might puzzle the
President of the Geographical Society.
" Trade Report— there has been little
inquiry for blankets." — Why, how
the deuce can they expect people to
buy blankets at midsummer? "At
Huddersfield there is a demand for
dark mixtures." — We have heard of
such demands elsewhere.
O ruthless expenditure of paper —
O profligate waste of printer's ink !
Is this the kind of literature which is
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to usher in the millennium ? Is this
the consummation of the march of
mind and the spread of universal
knowledge? Why, Dickey Gossip,
the village barber, would tell you
more to the purpose in the shaving of
half a whisker ! See what it is to live
as the slave of modern improvements.
A hundred years ago we could have
sent down to the clachan, and, for the
matter of a pound of snuff and a
bottle of whisky, have secured for
the evening the society of an ancient
sennachie who would have sung to us
the songs of Selma, chaunted to us the
deeds of Fingal, and told us how Gaul,
and Oscar, and Ryno fought with the
warriors of Lochlin. But the race of
Highland minstrels is now no more,
and the words of Ossian are perishing
from the face of the land. Or, if the
Gaelic gutturals were not harmonious
to our ear, and barely intelligible to
our understanding, could we not
have coaxed the dominie, a native of
Aberdeen, from his fireside, and per-
suaded him to recite to us the Burn-
ing of Frendraught, the Battle of the
Harlaw, the Wife of Usher's Well,
or other of the noble ballads that
rang through the north countrie?
Alas, the native minstrelsy, of which
they were once so justly proud, has
died from the hearts of the people,
and the deeds of their forefathers and
the grand old memories of the days
that have gone by are now forgotten
and unsung. All that is owing to
print, broadsheets, pestilent political
tracts, and still more pestilent polemi-
cal controversies. Were the framing
of education bills left in our hands,
we would establish in every parish
throughout the kingdom, a Bard,
with a salary not inferior to that of
the schoolmaster, whose duty it
should be to revive the minstrelsy of
the olden times, and to add, if possi-
ble, to its store. By such means a
healthy tone of feeling would be re-
stored to the population, their hearts
would once more thrill with generous
and manly emotion, they would feel
a pride in the land that gave them
birth, and would turn a deaf ear to
the poisonous whispers of democracy.
We wish that a little more attention
were paid to the framing of the na-
tion's songs, and a little less zeal
displayed for the uprooting of our old
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institutions. Such were the thoughts
that meandered through our mind, as,
after a weary spell of several hours at
the journals, we finished our cigar by
the decaying embers of a peat-fire,
looked into the night, which was at
least as thick as brose, returned the
Glenlivet to its cupboard, and heard
the wooden stair creak beneath our
feet as we ascended to our silent dor-
mitory.
Next day was fine ; and we saun-
tered forth to a hill behind the cot-
tage, where in days of old a fierce
battle was fought between a chief of
the Isles, and a great Earl who led
the Royal troops of Scotland. Still
amongst the heather you see the grey
stones which mark the resting-place
of the brave ; and a little way off
there is a broken pillar carved with a
Runic inscription, which antiquaries
and men who are skilled in cairns,
aver to be the memorial of a yet
earlier and more desperate strife. Of
that we know nothing, and we are
not curious as to particulars. The
gor-cock crows, and the plover on the
hillside whistles, as we wend our way
to the stone, and, seated at its foot,
attempt to realise the scene which
was enacted here. Down yonder,
doubtless, by the side of the river
which throws a mighty coil across
the valley, rode the Earl, with his
knights and men-at-arms, the Royal
banner of Scotland displayed to the
wind, and pennon and pennoucelle
dancing above the dark masses of the
spearmen. On they come — the whole
array moving as by one volition,
whilst the sunbeams glint on helmet,
and corslet, and lance, and ever and
anon the shrill note of the trumpet
sounds defiantly from the vanguard.
There on the ridge of the mountain is
drawn up the Highland and Island
power — wild, stalwart, unkempt
caterans, strong of arm, heavy of
hand, fearless of death, nay, esteem-
ing death a duty, if their Lord com-
manded them to die. Mingling with
the bright tartan of the mainland
clans, is the more sombre chequer of
the Islesmen, descendants of the old
Norsemen, who were the terror of
the seas, and who never shrank from
the face of man. Nor helmet nor
hauberk have they. No defensive
armour do they carry, but each man
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bears the two-handed sword or the
ponderous battle-axe, and woe to the
wearer of the Milan corslet who shall
meet the sway of either : —
" They hadna ridden a mile, a mile,
A mile, but barely ten.
When Donald came branking down the brae,
Wi' twice ten thousand men.
" Their tartans they were waving wide,
Their glaives were glancing clear —
The pibroch rang frae side to side,
Wad deafen ye to hear."
And now the battle joins— Shall
we go on ? Most assuredly not ; for
though our own ideal may not be of
the most vivid kind, we are yet more
lacking in words, and dare not ven-
ture upon an elaborate description of
a fight. Would that some of our
poets, who have essayed to sing the
deeds in the Crimea, had been as
discreet !
But what is this 1 The whole scene
has faded from our eyes, and we sus-
pect that we have been fast asleep.
Nay, it is more than suspicion, for
the shadow of the stone has shifted,
and the sun is burning fiercely on our
forehead. Unwittingly we plunge
our hand into the pocket of our shoot-
ing-coat, and draw forth — BeIVs Life
in London! It would be ungrateful
to turn away from a boon so unex-
pectedly proffered, and we surrender
ourselves to the influence of the Genie
of the Ring. Again we lift our eyes,
and lo, what a change ! Mountain,
loch, moor, grey stones, and heather
have disappeared ; and we now find
ourselves on a breezy down, com-
pelled to become the spectator of one
scene of modern warfare. Eight before
us is the ring, encircled by the choice
spirits of the Fancy. Nice lads they
seem and athletic; though it might
puzzle a philosopher to explain why
so many of their countenances are
bashed, and why their foreheads are
so villanously low. But they all
look in high glee, for on this day
Jemmy Norton and Con Quin are
to fight for Thirty-five Pounds. Let
us accept Bell as our Herodotus,
and receive his explanations with
reverence. Of Jemmy Norton the
world knows little, save that a short
time ago he had to succumb to " the
accomplished Tom Harrington," after
a rattling fight. We are ashamed
to say that we have hitherto been
ignorant of the accomplishments of
Tom Harrington, but we doubt not
that he amply deserves the praise of
his eulogist, and we are pleased to
see him appear along with Jemmy
Welsh (of the George, East Harding-
street), to second his former antago-
nist. Con Quin, we are told, is a
new candidate for pugilistic honours,
but he seems sufficiently muscular,
though not in prime condition, and
is fortunate in his advisers, Tom
Sayers and Ned Connolly being re-
tained as his "leading counsel."
Peeling over, the combat begins.
Here we are not prevented by mo-
desty from attempting some kind of
description, though it is merely a
posy of a few blood-red roses culled
from the rhetorical garden of Bell.
In the first round, we observe that
Quin " planted a terrific spank on the
jaw with the left, drawing first blood."
The round was brought to a termina-
tion by both " going to grass." In
the second, Quin planted " a stinger
on the dial," which was returned ;
and he also " succeeded in giving his
man a flash hit on the ivories." In
the third, u Quin led off the left, and
got home a pretty one -two on the
head, but in return napped a stinger
on the top part of his brain-canister
from Norton's left, while, with the
right, Norton also administered a hot-
un on the ribs." In the fourth, Quin
" produced another supply of the ruby
from Norton's mouth." Fifth and
sixth present no particular features,
beyond " a tremendous thwack with
the left on Quin's proboscis." In the
ninth, Quin receives a" rib-roaster."
In the tenth, Norton "got well on
the physiognomy, which again pro-
duced the claret from Quin's nasal
prominence." Twelfth, " some ter-
rific counters." Thirteenth, u a couple
of heavy shots full in the face," " a
wild sally," and so forth ; but here
our guide, philosopher, and friend,
ceases to be particular in details. The
fact is, that Con Quin, though full of
pluck, was over-matched; and after
the combat had endured for two hours,
and sixty-six rounds had been fought,
Ned Connolly " prudently threwup the
sponge." " On leaving the ring both
men were much punished ; Quin was
nearly blind in both eyes, while Nor-
ton, although the winner, had receiv-
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ed such a licking, as to make the day's
work anything but an easy one."
Every British heart must thrill
while reading the record of so much
valour ; though it does appear to us —
we say it with humility — that, under
present circumstances, that valour has
been somewhat misapplied. If our
voice was likely to reach the ears of
Messrs Norton and Quin, or those of
their eminent " counsel," Welsh,
Harrington, Sayers, and Connolly,
we would suggest whether it might
not be more creditable, useful, and pa-
triotic for them to enlist, and devote
their undoubted energies to "milling"
the Eussians, than to amuse them-
selves by drawing lots of the ruby
from each others' conks, or even be-
stowing mutual stingers on the top-
part of the brain-canister ? To give
and take punishment must be a glori-
ous thing, else how can we account
for the indomitable pluck of these
heroes ; but surely it would be better
and more satisfactory to bestow pun-
ishment upon an enemy than on a friend.
We dismiss with scorn and indigna-
tion the idea that these illustrious in-
dividuals met and pummelled each
other for two mortal hours, in the pre-
sence of a select circle of betting ad-
mirers, from no higher motive than a
desire to gain possession of the stakes.
Some kind of stake there must be to
satisfy usage and precedent ; but we
refuse to believe, without the strong-
est evidence, that the heroes whom
Bell delights to honour are actu-
ated by any such mercenary consider-
ations. Still a suspicious mind might
be startled by observing, in the same
paper, that' Johnny Walker and Wil-
liam Hayes have made a match "for
£200a-side, according to the rules of the
ring of the Pugilistic Benevolent Asso-
ciation." We, having no reason to
doubt the large-heartedness either of
Johnny Walker or of Bill Hayes, in-
terpret this announcement to mean
that the winner is bound to hand over
the stakes to some charitable society.
Viewed in this light, Protestant pugil-
ism presents a fine contrast to Roman
Catholic asceticism. The anchorite
who flagellates himself, confers no be-
nefit on his fellow- creatures. Johnny
Walker and Bill Hayes, on the con-
trary, propose to flatten each others'
probosces in the cause of self-denying
charity. All honour to them both I
But again a doubt arises, for we read
as follows : " Tom Sayers, in reply
to Orme, says he cannot get £200,
but if Orme will make a match for
£100 a-side, and leave it open to
Sayers to add as much more as he can
f3t, he will be obliged. He thinks
100 quite enough to fight for, espe-
cially when the match is such a gift to
the renowned Orme." Evidently some
splendid irony is conveyed by the lat-
ter part of the sentence which we
have italicised, and it reads very like
the defiance of a Homeric hero. Our
notion is, that Orme is somewhat
purse-proud, and that Sayers has an
eye to the tin.
Really we begin to think that this
is very pleasant and profitable read-
ing ; but we are rather disappointed
to find that the number of actual
fights bears no reasonable proportion
to the number of bragging challenges.
We hate that chaffering about weight,
which is too common among the minor
luminaries of the ring ; and we really
cannot see why " the Spider" should
hesitate to engage " Alf Walker," on
account of the trifling difference of a
few pounds of flesh. David did not
insist upon Goliah being placed in the
scales. But some pugilists there
are who scorn such pitiful conditions.
Witness the following challenge,
trumpet-tongued, as'that of Coeur-de-
Lion when he defied the whole host of
the Saracen : —
" AARON JONES AGAIN IN THE
FIELD. — A friend of Aaron Jones has
deposited £20 with us for Jones, to
fight any man in the world for <£100
a side. Jones states that he will at-
tend at Mr Champion's Sun Tavern,
Gray's Inn-road, to morrow (Monday)
evening, to meet the Tipton Slasher,
who has announced his intention of
being there on that evening to make
a match for the championship ; and
if Paddock and the Tipton do not
come to terms, Jones will fight either
of them for £100 a side. He is al-
ways to be heard of at Bill Hayes's,
Crown, Cranbourne-street, or Jem
Burn's, Rising Sun, Air-street, Picca-
dilly."
TO FIGHT ANY MAN IN THE WORLD!
Why, that was the boast of Hercu-
les ; and for having fulfilled that boast,
he was translated to the heathen
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heaven, and wedded to Hebe, the
trim little bar-maid of Olympus, who
supplied the deites with goes. We
know not what may be in store for
Aaron, as it is possible that his may
be the fate of Antaeus rather than that
of Hercules ; but at all events he has
uttered brave words, and we do not
see how " the Tipton"can decline the
challenge. If the possession of a
Hebe depends upon the contest, we
should not be inclined to lay the odds
upon the Slasher.
But what is this ? Can we believe
our eyes? Is it possible that the
beaks — we think that is the correct
phrase— can be so lost to all sense of
decency as to interfere with the sports
of the ring ? Will the public remain
quiescent when they know that the
match between Toddy Middleton and
Cooksey of Birmingham is off, " Mid-
dleton having been taken into custody
by the authorities, and bound over to
keep the peace ?" When such atro-
cities are perpetrated in the name of
the law, and the authorities interfere
with our Toddy, it is full time to in-
quire what has become of Habeas
Corpus, and the Bill of Rights.
Great men, it has been truly ob-
served, are to be found in every walk
and profession of life ; and we are ap-
prehensive that an undue fastidiousness
has hitherto prevented us from making
some useful and agreeable acquaint-
ances. We must positively, ere long,
have a social night with Cooksey,
Posh Price, and Toddy Middleton.
Nor do opportunities for such interest-
ing and intellectual reunions appear to
be unfrequent.
"Nat Langham, of the Cambrian
Stores, Castle- street, Leicester-square,
begs to inform his friends that his
house affords excellent accommoda-
tion, enhanced by sport, singing, and
conviviality. Pugilistic displays on
Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday
evenings, conducted by the veteran,
Alec Reid, and a host of tip-toppers.
Harmony, as usual, on Tuesday and
Friday nights. Nat himself chaunts
the best Cambridge lyrics. Private
lessons daily. Notice ! — The eccen-
tric Joe Jones will take the chair on
Tuesday night, faced by Tom Sayers."
To those tip-toppers it is our pur-
pose to be speedily introduced. Clas-
sic Cambridge must rejoice to know
that so accomplished a scholar as Nat
Langham patronises her lyrics, and
even, if the notice is correctly worded,
delivers prelections thereon. The
eccentric Joe Jones must be a felloAv of
infinite fancy ; and we greatly regret
that, through ignorance, we were pre-
vented from obtaining his portrait,
which some time ago he so generous-
ly bestowed upon his friends.
" SURREY Music HALL. — The ec-
centric Joe Jones takes his benefit at
the above hall on Thursday, March
29, 1855, when he will present to the
first 100 a portrait of his own mug.
Open at half-past six. Ned Connolly
and the facetious Jerry Noon will
dance during the evening."
However, there is a good time com-
ing. We intend, with the least pos-
sible delay, to qualify as a member of
the ancient and distinguished order of
the " Jolly Trumps ;" which seems
to us to hold forth the promise of
many and tempting privileges : —
"At George Brown's, the Bell,
Red Lion Market, Whitecross-street,
St Luke's, the Jolly Trumps meet
every Tuesday and Saturday evenings
for harmony and conviviality. This
evening (Saturday) the chair will be
taken by J. Hamblin, faced by J.
Parker, the Irish comic singer. On
Tuesday next Joe Jones takes the
chair, faced by a Jolly Trump. Public
sparring every Monday evening by
first-rate professors. Private lessons
given by George Brown at any hour.'*
But hold !— We must not rashly in-
volve ourselves in too many engage-
ments. Doubtless the hours would
pass like swallows on the wing, while
we listened to the jocularities of Joe
Jones, gazed on the wild Pyrrhic dance
performed by Ned Connolly and Jerry
Noon, or heard the words of wisdom
flow from the honoured lips of the
veteran Alec Reid. Sweet as the
voice of Apollo singing to the muses
would be the lyrical chaunts of Nat
Langham ; and a pot of half-and-half
would become veritable nectar, if
quaffed in company with the accom-
plished Sayers. Yet, after all, these
are but the minor heroes of the host.
What Greek worshipper of valour
would have been contented to eat a
quiet kidney with Patroclus, when
he had the opportunity of supping in
the tent of Achilles himself? Way,
1855.]
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then — way for the Champion — for the
smasher of a thousand mugs, the
drawer of unlimited claret, the frac-
turer of unnumbered ivories — way for
the modern Pelides GAUNT !
" Ben Gaunt, of the Coach and
Horses, St Martin's Lane, after great
exertion and expense, has succeeded
in establishing a commodious and
elegant retreat for the lovers of sport
and harmony, where, surrounded by
every elegance, the lover of gymnastic
amusements can survey the feats of
good men and true, who exhibit on
Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday even-
ings, under the superintendence of his
sable highness Young Sambo ; and on
Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday
nights listen to the Orphean warblings
of the best vocalists. On these latter
occasions Ben himself endeavours to
enchant the ears of his customers —
his voice being now two octaves above
perfection."
But, amidst mirth there is sorrow.
We hear a note of lamentation— a
wail for the departed brave. A re-
nowned bruiser has gone to his long
home ; and a friend thus describes his
obsequies, in a letter to the Editor of
Bell:—
" MR EDITOR : From the kind notice
which appeared in the last JBell's Life
relative to our friend and townsman, the
late lamented John Broome, I presume a
few circumstances connected with the last
sad offices may not be unacceptable. The
moment we received a communication
from his afflicted brother, Henry Broome,
as to the time when the last tribute of re-
spect was to be paid to him, William
Aston, his long-tried and valued friend,
myself, and a few more, started for Lon-
don. We knew him in boyhood, manhood,
and maturer days, and did not think we
were doing too much for days gone by in
thus sacrificing business upon the altar
of friendship. We found upon our arrival
that the towns of Leicester and Liver-
pool had done the same, and that John
Broome's name received one universal
tribute of respect ;from all his old and
well-tried friends. On the morning of his
interment we assembled in one of the
leading hotels in the neighbourhood of
St Martin's Lane (where a suite of rooms
was placed at the command of Henry
Brooine, and a splendid dejeuner served
up), to see the last of the ' brave Johnny'
of other days A fine cast of
Broome, taken after death by a dis-
tinguished artist, at the desire of Henry
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Broome, was placed upon the sofa. Be-
fore the melancholy cortege started, at the
desire of John's most distinguished
brother professionals, Ward, Caunt,
Richard Cain, Dismore, Adams, &c. &e.,
we went to see him lying in his coffin. A
beautiful embroidered handkerchief, with
the following inscription, ' to the memory
of John Broome, who leaves this world
with the prayers and tears of his two
brothers and aged mother/ was placed
over his manly countenance. Upon its
being removed, there was a general ex-
pression of admiration and astonishment
at the calm and contented appearance of
the face. A large concourse of persons
had assembled in St Martin's Lane, and
showed by their respectful bearing how
the character of the deceased was appre-
ciated. On arriving at Norwood Cemetery,
where a grave had been purchased by
Harry, the funeral service was read with
great effect, and amidst the tears of all,
and the violent grief of his brothers Henry
and Frederick, within a few yards of his
first backer and friend, Tom Spring, was
lowered into the grave the once renowned
Johnny Broome."
Peace be with Johnny ! It is beauti-
ful to observe how merit in every de-
partment is recognised by the British
public ; for Wilberforce himself could
not have obtained more distinguished
funeral honours. Deputations from
Birmingham, Leicester, and Liver-
pool, were there; and even the de-
lights of " a splendid dejeuner" to
which, doubtless, they did ample jus-
tice, could not stifle their tears. But,
the funeral over, shall Johnny Broome
be forgotten ? By Pollux, god of fisti-
cuffs, no ! Down with your money,
lads of the Fancy, that the marble
may be he'wn, and a monument reared
to this distinguished British worthy.
England must not forget her hero, of
whom living she was so justly proud.
" THE LATE JOHNNY BROOME. —
We understand that it is in contem-
plation to erect a monument to the
late Johnny Broome, in memory of his
excellent qualities as a British pugilist.
Subscription lists are to be forwarded
to the various towns throughout the
country, and we have been requested
to receive the amounts when collected,
in order that they may be properly
applied."
We confess to being deeply affected,
but we must not give way to grief.
Let us see whether, apart from pugil-
ism, Bell cannot introduce us to
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some alluring sports. Of cricket, in
our humble opinion, rather too much
is said. We grudge the space occupied
by the narrative of every parish and
school match in the country ; and we
do not feel ourselves wiser or better
from being told that Sutherton was
point, Mortlock long-stop, Beauchamp
mid -wicket, Mr Miller, cover-point
and leg, Caflfyn and Caesar cover-
slip." A beautiful arrangement doubt-
less, but not interesting to those who
did not see it. Was it worth while
recording that " Martin gell drove
Beckley for three, and in playing for-
ward at one of Clark's own, got his
toe on the crease, which gave Box the
opportunity of stumping him ; " or that
u Mr Burbidge made a good hit for
four, and Shermin a drive for the like
number, and, by an overthrow, crept
into a double figure ?" Surely a line
or two of concentrated information
would suffice, instead of compelling us
to wade through this interminable re-
cord of byes, cuts, and drives. A
cricket-match is, to those who are not
engaged in it, about as slow an affair as
it is possible to conceive, and it does
not improve through narrative.
The ancient English sports of bull-
baiting, cock-fighting and badger-draw-
ing seem to have fallen into desuetude
— at least no notices of meetings for
those humane purposes are now pub-
lished. Cocking, however, we appre-
hend, is still practised on the sly, and
is countenanced by some rather re-
spectable people who keep cocks out
at walk, and constitute a secret
society. Not very long ago we over-
heard an elderly individual, who, from
his appearance, might have passed for
a clergyman, accost another thus :
" Doubtless you have heard of the
loss which the cocking world has
sustained in the death of our poor
friend, Heckles. He was a good man,
sir; an excellent man, and a first-rate
cocker." Still, opportunities are af-
forded for witnessing a quiet worry.
The following announcement speaks
for itself:—
41 Ratting sports in reality next
Tuesday evening, at Jemmy Shaw's
favourite resort, Queen's Head Tavern,
Crown Court, Windmill- street, Hay-
market, with mongoose, small dogs,
&c. A good supply of barn rats on
hand for public or private sport, with
use of pit gratis. The Treatise on
Hats can be had of J. Shaw only, by
sending 12 postage stamps. The
United West End Canine Club meet
every Wednesday evening. Entrance
free. Next Wednesday there will be
a strong muster of the fancy to pro-
pose, &c., also to enrol fresh members*
On this occasion Mr J. Evans will
preside, and produce his beautiful
stud, assisted by the whole of the
club."
Not having the advantage of Mr
Evans' acquaintance, we cannot be
certain of what kind of animals ** his
beautiful stud" is composed. Mr
Shaw's Treatise on Rats we have
not seen; but, doubtless, it is a
valuable contribution to natural
history.
One feature in Bell we are greatly
pleased with, and that is the estab- •
lishment of a register for the birth of
the canine species. We have often
been at a loss to divine what good
purpose can be served by the an-
nouncement in the newspapers of the
addition of each unit to the human
population. Of what earthly use are
such notices as this : " On the 30th
inst., the lady of John Smith, Esq.
of Chester Street, of a son?" No-
body can buy the infantine Smith —
indeed, nobody would take him at
any price; and, considering that he
is the thirteenth product of the nup-
tials, we think that his parents ought
to have been ashamed to publish the
fact to the world. But the case is
different with dogs. Puppies may
rise to a premium; and there is a
fine regard to ancestry established in
the following notice : —
" SPRINGFIELD, ESSEX. — Mr J. G.
Simpson's celebrated bitch Miss Han-
nah, by Sam out of Tollwife, whelped,
on the 3d inst, eight puppies —
namely, six black bitches and two
black dogs (some with little white on
chest and toes), to Mr Brown's Bed-
lamite.
" On the 29th ult., Mr Ashmore's
Jenny Jones, by a brother to Hay-
maker, out of a bitch by Senate out of
Empress, whelped nine black pups to
Mr Randall's Ranter (five bitches,
four dogs).
" On the 23d ult., at Richmond,
Dublin, Mr Nolan's fawn bitch Whirl-
wind, six puppies to Mr Brown's
Bedlamite (all black), three dogs and
three bitches.
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" On the 1st inst, Mr Cain's black
bitch Sable (sister to Sam), eight
whelps to Esquire."
We trust that the system of regis-
tration thus happily begun will be
continued and augmented; and we
would respectfully suggest that in
future a column should be dedicated
to cats. Many ladies, slightly ad-
vanced in years, feel a preference for
the feline over the canine race, and
would pay handsomely for any infor-
mation whereby they might be en-
abled to obtain that most coveted of
all rarities, a Tom Tortoise-shell.
We are aware that it would be use-
less, in consequence of their amazing
fecundity, to urge the claims of rab-
bits to a register.
Let us dismiss with a mere glance
the columns which refer to pigeon-
shooting, aquatics, quoits, and nurr
and spell, and come at once to that
most interesting subject, the turf.
Here we may as well confess that we
wander in darkness as deep as that of
Erebus. We know literally nothing
about horse-racing; and a child might
take us in. But we have long ad-
mired the freshness, variety, and fine
colouring displayed in the racing re-
ports of Bell, which leave nothing
to be desired. On turning to the ad-
vertisements, however, we are some-
what startled to find that, for a very
small consideration, any gentleman
disposed to bet upon a race may be
made acquainted with the name of
the winner. The process by which
this foreknowledge has been at-
tained by the sporting oracles is
not explained; and it may, for any-
thing we know, involve some such
occult mystery as casting the nativity
of colts. Clairvoyance it can hardly
be; for even Apollonius of Tyana,
the most renowned professor of that
art, did not affect to see into the
future. But there are spaewives
upon the turf ; and they compete as
eraulously for custom as the priest-
esses of Delphi and Dodona. Let us
give a few specimens from a single
number of Bell.
The first advertiser is cautious, and
does not commit himself by over-
eagerness. We rather admire the
chastened tone of his address : —
" GOODWOOD STAKES AND CUP. —
A grand double event 200 to 1.— This
is truly one of the best things of the
season. E. A. advises his subscribers
to get on immediately, as both horses
will become great favourites. Terms
(including the winner of the Liver-
pool Cup), 5s. Post-Office orders
payable to Edwin Alien, Halliford
Street, Islington, London."
Not so " Fairplay." He is a regu-
lar glutton for commissions, and issues
three advertisements at once : —
" SEE FAIRPLAY'S GUIDE TO THE
TURF. — It will put money in thy
purse. — Latest Intelligence: I have
now the certain winner; the best
thing ever sent out for the Goodwood
Stakes. Advice 2s., and 10s. for a
winner. — John Fairplay, Ipswich."
" FAIRPLAY'S TRIUMPH. — Mar-
chioness, Oaks. — Exact copy of ad-
vice sent to all subscribers : —
" * OAKS.
" ' BACK MARCHIONESS.
" ' Subscribers : The last three
times I have put you on the winner.
I shall do so this. Bet freely and
fearlessly — success is certain. — Yours,
confidently, * FAIRPLAY.' "
" FAIRPLAY'S LEDGER WINNER. —
Long Odds. — A dark horse will win,
now at long odds. This is such an
important secret, I will not send to
any one unless they promise to put
me on 10s., the same time they get on
themselves. Remember I will not
take anything before the race, I am
so confident of success. I am quite
satisfied you can make your fortune
by backing this horse. I intend to
make mine. — John Fairplay, Ipswich.
Send a directed envelope."
Can anything beat the penultimate
paragraph— " I am quite satisfied you
can make your fortune by backing
this horse — I INTEND TO MAKE
MINE " ? Fairplay, our fine fellow,
there is an old but rather vulgar pro-
verb, u It is the silent sow that sups
the broth." If you are sure of mak-
ing your own fortune, why should
you be so desperately solicitous to
make those of others?
Here comes a blunt, candid, disin-
terested creature, without persiflage
or humbug. He is willing to trust to
the gratitude of winners, and will
serve you gratis, only you ought to
send stamps for a reference list.
Otherwise he merely says, like the
ghost hi Hamlet, " Remember me I "
" GRATIS, STAMFORD'S GOODWOOD
STAKES WINNER. — Now is your time
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to do the trick. Yo may safely go
for a stake. It is indeed all over but
shouting. Respectable persons can
have it on application. All I ask is,
that as you pocket your winnings,
* you will remember me,' and you
must send enclosed directed envelope
to John Stamford, Ipswich.— N.B.
A numbered reference - list twelve
postage stamps extra."
Next appears Hotspur : —
'* ' What horse, a roan, a crop-ear, is it not ?'
Send 2s. Id. in stamps, and you may
chance to learn."
" HOTSPUR and OSBORNE'S FINAL
ADVICE was, back Whitelock for
Northumberland Plate, as he will
win in a trot. Our nag for Good-
wood Stakes cannot lose, and is now
at 50 to 1. Also 'our Leger flyer
ought to be backed at once, as he has
come to 30 to 1, and he is sure to see
6 to 1 in a week, so get on at once.
Liverpool Cup: Back No. 6, as Wells
rides, and is now at 15 to 1. Fee for
each event, 25 stamps. Address,
Hotspur, 35 Church - street, Soho,
London."
If scared by the impetuosity of
Hotspur, why not confide in Eogers ?
He only requires one shilling, and a
promise to act handsomely.
" ROGERS. — No Cure no Pay. —
Rogers, the celebrated old estab-
lished Newmarket tip, whose extra-
ordinary success in spotting the win-
ners of the great races, has for the
last seven years completely astonished
the knowing ones. R. has now ready
his tips for the Goodwood Stakes. R.
thinks it quite a certainty at good
odds. Send one shilling in money or
stamps, and promise to act hand-
somely from your winnings. Direct,
Thomas Rogers, to be left at the
Post- Office, Newmarket, till called
for."
Should you prefer applying to Mr
Darvill, you must be more liberal
with your silver. He, as well as
Fairplay, has " a dark horse," and he
predicts that he will absolutely win,
which, to use his own words, is say-
ing a great deal.
" MR HENRY DARYILL has just
received a most important communica-
tion respecting the Goodwood Stakes.
A dark horse, at 30 to 1, will abso-
lutely win, which is saying a great
deal ; his trials have been extraordi-
nary. Send at once, for he will see a
short price. Terms : Stakes and Cup,
3s. 6d. ; single, 2s. 6d. ; to Doncas-
ter, 7s. 6d.; end of season, 15s.; with
per-centage. My Liverpool Cup nag
is sure to win. — 13 Duke Street,
Adelphi. Commissions as usual, from
10s. Post- Office orders payable at
Charing Cross. Send for my St
Leger outsider, only 5s., worth £5."
Beyond these there is ample choice.
" A gentleman, intimately acquainted
with several of the principal trainers,
and who is in possession of some
valuable information relating to forth-
coming events, will be happy to
send his advice to those parties who
will agree to reward him liberally
after each win." He also, we are
bound to believe, is in the secret of
" the dark horse." Messrs Howard
and Clinton " are certain of winning
the Liverpool Cup, besides some
other first-rate things at the same
meeting." A. Chester considers that
the Goodwood Stakes and Cup " are
certainties." But the most alluring
fellow of all is Alexis Taylor. Talk
of the philosopher's stone or the mul-
tiplication of metals by alchemy !
You have but to send £5 to Alexis,
and he will return you £100, or £65,
or £35. Read for yourselves, ladies
and gentlemen, and judge whether
we over-estimate his offer.
" BRILLIANT SUCCESS. — Mr Alexis
Taylor congratulates his patrons and
subscribers on their success on all the
principal past events, and begs to
assure them that he is in possession of
most important information on the
Goodwood Stakes and Cup. A fiver
sent instanter will realise an immense
stake. Commissions executed for the
Liverpool, and all the meetings up to
Goodwood. £5 sent for Liverpool
will realise £100 on the meeting.
Goodwood Stakes : for every £5 sent
£65 returned ; for every £2 sent £26
returned; for every £1 sent £13 re-
turned. Goodwood Cup: for every
£5 sent £35 returned.
"A. T. will not execute commis-
sions for less than £1. Gentlemen
can have their own selections backed
for any race to £25 on becoming sub-
scribers to Mr A. Taylor's list with-
out sending the money until after the
race. Terms of subscription, £2, 2s.
per annum ; 5 per cent for winnings
deducted. Post-Office orders made
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payable to Alexis Taylor, City. Let-
ters addressed to Mr A. Taylor, No.
5 Box, General Post- Office, London.
Every provincial roan should become
a subscriber. Commissions received
up to the first post the day of the
race."
Youatt W. Gray has unusual faith
in the discretion of his customers.
He says : —
"I am in possession of a secret
connected with the Nottinghamshire
Handicap, which I will impart to
subscribers providing they will keep
it in confidence. The owner is a
4 queer fish,' and if he should suspect
for a moment that I was in the
4 stream,' he would reverse the ' cur-
rent.' I shall staud on one horse
only."
Surely nobody expected Mr Youatt
W. Gray to stand upon four horses
at once, like the late Mr Ducrow.
The issuers of these advertisements
claim to be the brokers of the turf, and
we must needs express our opinion that
their calling is the reverse of respect-
able. The fee which they demand may
be small or large, but betting is the
necessary consequence ; and we have
little doubt that many a poor fellow,
who, if allowed to subscribe to an
occasional sweep, would never have
gone farther, and scarcely would have
missed the money, has been led into
acts of dishonesty for the purpose of
procuring the means of testing the
" important and valuable informa-
tion" which such vampires affect to
have received. We cannot regard
the publication of such advertise-
ments otherwise than as an outrage
on public morals, quite as likely
to do harm as announcements of a
gambling-house or a brothel, and we
regret that they should be allowed to
appear in the columns of a news-
paper so popular and amusing as
Bell's Life in London.
For, bating peculiarities, it is a
most amusing paper. No other
country in the world possesses a
journal of the kind, which lays before
us every week an epitome of the
sporting habits of the people of Bri-
tain. Not that we consider every-
thing which it contains to belong
properly to the category of sport, or
that we can conscientiously approve
of some of the pastimes which it takes
such pains to chronicle. They do not
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convey the impression of a high de-
gree of refinement, and they give
colour to the charge of coarseness
which has so often been preferred
against the English by their southern
neighbours. But John Bull has never
piqued himself on the possession of
extraordinary politeness, and notwith-
standing his occasional roughness and
want of refinement, it would be diffi-
cult to find his equal in sterling quali-
ties. There is about him a super-
abundance of animal energy which
must find vent, and if he is debarred
from showing it in one direction, it
will exhibit itself in another. That
inhabitants of towns should addict
themselves to amusements which may
appear coarse, and even savage, is
possibly the consequence of their
restrained and restricted condition.
Pugilism and ratting are the urban
substitutes for wrestling and the
chase ; and perhaps the race-course is
the only common ground upon which
all classes of the people meet with
zest and general enjoyment. But
sporting, in its higher sense, is some-
thing more than the mere indulgence
of animal instinct; and we cannot
find words to express our contempt
for the stupidity of those who affect
to look down upon and decry such
amusements. Constantly, by poets
and romance-writers, do we find " the
pale student " referred to as the type
of perfection ; in reality he is an ex-
ceedingly poor creature, weak in body
and diseased in mind, and dares not
venture to " swagger with a Barbary
hen." Send him to the country, and
instead of betaking himself to manly
athletic exercises, he keeps poking
about ditches for weeds which he
dignifies with a name as long as your
arm, or hunts the pools on the sea-
shore for infinitesimally minute mol-
luscs, or knocks down and impales
butterflies on pins, or is guilty of the
atrocious meanness of abstracting eggs
from the nests of the singing-birds
during the absence of the mothers.
He writes verses too; and never in
the whole course of your existence
did you see such" pitiful stuff. There
is not in them, from beginning to
end, a single manly, brave, or spirited
idea. They consist of what he calls
reflections of his moods of mind ; and
as you read you are filled with amaze-
ment that any human being can be
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at once so silly, conceited, and de-
praved. Not so the youth whose
energies, physical and mental, have
been developed by early athletic ex-
ercises. At the University he works
like a tiger, with the' more success
and the greater power of work, be-
cause body and brain are healthy,
and he has no affections of the nerves.
Down he goes, when vacation arrives,
to the Hall or Grange, with merited
honours ; and, a week after, you may
see him following the hounds in all
the glory of pink, or stalking the
red-deer up the mountain corrie, or
waist-deep in the rushing river with
a twenty-pound salmon on his line.
Such are the sports which have made
the British gentleman what he is;
and we should regard their abandon-
ment as little short of a national mis-
fortune. Generally speaking, when-
ever you hear a man assert that he
has no relish for field-sports, you may
set him down as a prig, and act to-
wards him accordingly. He is deny-
ing his possession of instinct ; and
the man in whom instinct is not
strongly developed, is an inferior
specimen of his species. Take the
Oxford or Cambridge man, who rows,
plays cricket, shoots, fishes, and oc-
casionally hunts, and you will find
him to be about as fine a specimen of
humanity as the world can produce.
Who but an arrant ass would com-
pare with him the blear-eyed German
student, whose only recreations con-
sist in washing down musty meta-
physics with copious mugs of beer, in
smoking countless pipes of execrable
tobacco, and in slashing with a clumsy
rapier at the haggis-like countenance
of his fellow ? Student-life in France
may have its attractions, but it cer-
tainly is not moral ; and we cannot
admit that habitual attendance at the
Bal Montesquieu, or at the Grande
Chaumiere du Mont Parnasse, where
grisettes most do congregate, is as
profitable for mind or body as the
athletic pursuits by field and flood
which are practised by our academic
youth. Take the old English squire,
or the Scottish laird, to whom field-
sports are as the breath of their
nostrils, and tell us if you will find
anywhere on the face of the globe a
body of men to be compared with
them for sterling worth, high prin-
ciple, chivalrous patriotism, and kind,
unostentatious benevolence? It cer-
tainly is not their way, nor do they
feel it their duty, to spout from plat-
forms to ignorant mobs, and excite
disaffection by advocating what are
called the rights of the people. They
know full well what is due to their
country's honour and their own ; and
they regard with equal loathing the
cold-blooded chafferer, who, for the
sake of personal gain, would submit
to the humiliation of Britain, and the
slippery Jesuit, to whom perfidy has
become so much a matter of course
that he considers no apology neces-
sary for the enormity of his barefaced
tergiversations. Politicians of the
modern degenerate school, who regard
the welfare of their country less than
the ascendancy of their particular
party, may affect to despise these men,
and may taunt them as obstinate and
bigotted ; but it would be well for us
all if our rulers were possessed with
the same high feelings of honour, duty,
loyalty, and devotion, which are emi-
nently the characteristics of the coun-
try gentlemen of England.
But— hold hard! We vow that
we are becoming political ; and if we
do not throw down the pen at once,
we may, without intending it, be
seduced into an onslaught on Lord
John Russell, or an uncomplimentary
criticism upon the Muscovite speeches
of Mr Gladstone. So, from pruden-
tial motives, we shall fold up Bell,
and return him to the pocket of our
shooting-coat, from which he came,
thankful for the hour's amusement he
has afforded us. Nor have we time
to dally, as every true sportsman will
admit, when we assure him that we
are polishing off this article on the
llth of August. The life of innumer-
able grouse will this year be pro-
longed four- and- twenty hours beyond
the ordinary span, because the twelfth
falls upon a Sunday. We intend to
devote this evening to the necessary
preparation — to-morrow we shall go
to church — but on Monday morning
we take the hill, and we trust that
Captain will be steady. Bless the
fine fellow — what a nose he has ! He
has slipped out after us unobserved,
and is now standing at point, a per-
fect model for a sculptor, among the
heather.
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WAGRAM ; OR, VICTORY IN DEATH. '
[The battle of Wagram was fought on the banks of the Danube in 1809, between
the Grand-army under Napoleon, and the Austrians under the command of the
Archduke Charles. On the 20th May preceding, Napoleon, in attempting to force
the passage of the river, had been signally defeated by the Archduke after a bloody
battle on the field of Aspern, and compelled to retire into a critical position in the
islands of the Danube ; but six weeks afterwards, on the 5th July, the French
Emperor suddenly threw a bridge across the stream, at a point where he was not
expected, and established his army in safety on the left bank. Here he was attacked
next day by the Archduke Charles and the Austrian Grand-army on the plains of
Wagram ; while a lesser army, under the Archduke John, advanced towards the
same spot from Rhab, but, being inefficiently led, arrived too late to affect the for-
tunes of the day. Resolving to anticipate the plans of his dread antagonist, the
Archduke Charles put his columns in motion at dawn, and, descending from the
plateau of Wagram, attacked the French at all points, — especially pushing forward
energetically his right wing, whose success soon threatened to cut off the French
from their bridge over the Danube, and spread dismay throughout the rear of their
army. The charge of the Imperial Guard in the centre, under General Macdonald,
a Scotchman by extraction, retrieved the fortunes of the day for the French ; and
the Austrian empire, prostrated in the dust, only escaped dismemberment by yield-
ing the hand of an Archduchess to the Imperial victor. Wagram deservedly ranks
among the decisive battles of the world. Had the French lost it* the catastrophe
of Waterloo would have been anticipated in 1809, and the star of Napoleon have
sunk for ever on the shores of the Danube.]
I SAW a sunrise on a battle-field.—
E'en at that early hour the gladsome beams
Broke upon smoke- wreaths and the roar of war ;
And o'er the dewy grass rush'd hurrying feet, —
Austria's white uniforms sweeping to the charge,
While France's eagles trembled in the gale.
—Full 'gainst the Gallic left, not half array'd,
The Austrian horse are charging home ; and foot
And cannon follow fast, quick-belching forth
Their thunders. Troop on troop, amidst the smoke,
NAPOLEON sees them sweeping between him
Arid the broad Danube ; and their loud hurrahs,
Heard o'er the din of battle, tell how nigh
They come upon his rear, and threat with fire
The floating bridge that brought his host across.
Already stragglers flying from the charge,
Are seen, and baggage-waggons with their startled team,
Scampering in hot haste for the river's bank.
But in the centre, where the Old Guard stands
Like serried granite 'neath the enemies' fire,
Paces " the Emperor" to and fro, in front
Of the tall bearskin shakos, — where the shot
And shell of Austria's cannon make huge gaps.
Courier on courier, breathless spurring up,
Bring him untoward tidings of the fight.
Yet in a marble calm, as if no turn
Of Fortune's wheel could shake his clear-eyed soul,
376 Wagram ; or, Victory in Death. [Sept.
He paces steadily that storm-swept spot,
Rooting by his example to their place
His vext brigades, now mustering dense and fast
For the bold game on which his soul is set.
" Massena ! keep the Archduke's right in check :
Roll it but backward from the bridge apace, —
And the day yet is ours." But still his ear
Dreads every moment on his right to hear
The thundering of the Archduke's brother's horse,
The vanguard of the host on march from Rhab,
Charging with freshness on his press'd array.
At last the moment comes, — the word is given, —
The Emperor's self, as past his squadrons rush,
Down-bending o'er their chargers in hot haste,
Stabbing the air, cries out, " Give point ! give point ! "
And on sweep cuirassiers, hussars, and all,
Spurring, and thundering their " Vive VEmpereur! " —
Rank after rank bright-flashing in the sun
Like brazen waves of battle, — charging on
. Right into smoke of th' enemies' batteries.
— Roar upon roar, and flash on flash, break out
Like a volcano bursting, — a red chaos glares ; —
And back they come, the routed horse, pell-mell,
Gnashing their teeth in fury at defeat ;
Rallying with dinted helms and batter'd mail,
Again to plunge into the thick of fight.
And still the saddles empty, and scared steeds
Rush backwards riderless ; and with oaths and cries
Again a broken flood of horse o'erspreads the plain.
" Macdonald ! take the Guards, and lead them on.
The Plateau must be won I" And through the mass
Of flyers straight the serried column moves,
And the war storms anew. Right on they go,
Like men who hold life as a bagatelle,
Up the brief slope, and in among the guns,
Giving and taking death, — yet still advancing,
Pushing their way with shot and bayonet-thrust
Amidst the foe, who round them like a wall
In front and on each flank hang dense : and still
The cannon thunder on the advancing band. —
Oh, then there was grim conflict ! and the ranks
Of the French column melted fast away
In the unequal strife ; and oft their chief
Sends word for help, and hears no help can come, —
And that he must go on. " Go on : the day
Hangs on your sword ! " And on they went in sooth.
And as the hostile fire, or want of breath,
Or the re-forming of their shatter'd line,
Brings to a halt that foe-encompass'd band,
Nigh ruin'd by success, the Imperial Voice
Still sends them for sole word : " No aid— Go on ! "
'Twas a brave, bitter sight ! Blacken'd and scorch'd,
Circled with fire and thunder, and the shouts
Of a most maddening war, where each man knows
Ruin or victory is in the scales,
Hewing their way, each step o'er fallen foes,
That Column marches on. On over guns
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Dismounted, and rent banners, and the wreck
Of war's magnificence,— with blood-stain'd step,
O'er brothers, kinsmen, comrades dropping fast,
With clenched teeth and flashing eyes they press,
Panting, fainting, dwindling 'neath the fire ;
Yet back— and back— and back compelling still
The foemen to give ground. O ! sure
In that fell strife, with all its wasted wealth,
And wasted lives, and broken hopes, and hearts
Bleeding in far-off homes, and fever'd cries
Of mangled myriads, — there's enough of woe
To glut Ambition for a thousand years !
I saw the sun set on that battle-field. —
A remnant of that Column, paused at last
On ground shot- furrowed, all begrimed and scorch'd
Like men escaped from out a crater's mouth,
Lean wearily on their arms. The clarion's call
Is pealing through the air of Victory !
And banners wave, and the bright setting sun
Streams o'er the armed field, from whence arose
The exultant music of a hundred bands,
Making war glorious. But no poean comes
From that lone Victor- Column. They have fought
And won, — but won at what a cost ! They have
No heart or breath for triumph : so they stand,
And hear but join not in the loud acclaim, —
Sad, mute, erect. 'Twas Victory in Death !
My Soul, be like that Column ! Oh to be
Dauntless, devoted in the war of Life ; —
Neither to sorrow, pain, nor trouble down
Bending thy colours, but march right through all,
Obedient to the Voice that says, " Go on 1 "
Oh, there are shot and shell that rend the heart,
And swords that pierce the soul, and pangs to which
A bayonet-thrust were mercy, — wounds within,
That perchance bleed not in the sight of men,
Yet ah 1 that will not heal. Oh, to be strong !
And with a faith enduring all things, still
To look to Thee, and battle stoutly through,
Ne'er growing weary of the glorious strife !
Ah ! if on that red day a Herald of truce
Had check'd that Column in its bold advance,
And bade it pile its arms, and take its ease,
Who would have thrill'd as now at Wagram's name !
What generous hearts been fired with rivalry !
Or could that Band itself have ever heard
The pceans of an army saved, or seen
A hostile Empire prostrate in the dust, —
Or, proudest, sweetest thought of all, have felt
Victorious o'er themselves as o'er the foe !
And if such things were dared in duty's cause
For a mere martial crown, shall less be done
In the far nobler war of Life,— that war,
That ceaseless war, which goes where'er we go, —
At work,— at ease,— at home,— or in the stream
Of social intercourse,— nor least e'en then
When we sit lonely with our thoughts, and build
378 Our Beginning of the Last War. [Sept.
A day-dream world to compensate the old.
Alas, how weak and wavering ! How the world,
And life, and love, and death, and grief all lay
A hand upon the soul to turn't away
From its high mission 1 * * *
My Father 1 Heavenly Father ! to whom sole
I lift my eye in trouble or in joy, —
Thou who hast led me, erst a wayward child, —
And wayward still, from weakness, not from choice, —
And brought me thus far on my^ journey's way,
Grant in the years to come I still may prove
Obedient to the imperial Voice within, —
Voice of that Soul which Thou hast given,-— which bids
Still to go forward, resting not till death ; —
Oh, make me strong ! that so when sorrows come,
When loved ones die and leave me, and the day
Grows dark about me, and the sunshine comes
To the heart no more, and the Spirit's life seems gone
With the love that fed it, I may still march on,
Content to do Thy work, and heed no more >
Whether the clarion-voice of Fame do come
In life, or after death, or not at all.
Oh, be it mine, at life's bless'd close, to stand
Scarr'd though it be with sorrows, still erect,
In harness to the last, — raising my hands
On the won battle-field aloft to Thee,
And with a calm joy yielding up my soul, —
Scourged, chastened, purified, — and hearing now
The inner voices chauting victory !
Like some old warrior-chief, on his last field,
Dying with upturn'd face, and in his ears
An army's songs of triumph, — heedless all,
If so be the stern fight is won at last,
And his flag flies, Victorious still in Death !
R. H. P.
OUR BEGINNING OF THE LAST WAR.
THE volumes which we are about of value. They chronicle the failings,
to introduce to the notice of our not the triumphs of British armies,
readers, will, we think, be read at the They exhibit to our gaze the states-
present moment with no common men of a bygone generation drifted
interest. They discuss with fairness into a war which they did their best
the war-councils, and describe with to avoid, and entering upon it at last
accuracy the military operations of a without having made the smallest
period which historians must describe preparation for the event. The re-
to the end of time as one of the most suits are not different from what
critical in the affairs of the world ; ought to have been anticipated. The
and this alone were reason sufficient enormous expenditure of life and
why they should command the atten- treasure brings neither honour nor
tive perusal of all searchers after truth, success in its train. Our money is
But there are other circumstances squandered in the arrangement of
which impart to them, as far at least as plans, which fail us ere they come to
we are concerned, a still greater degree maturity. Our troops, ill-appointed,
Journals and Correspondence of General Sir Harry Calvert.
The Great War with France, 1793--1810. By Lieut.-General BUNBURY.
1855.]
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and scattered by driblets over the
face of the earth, are overmatched
and defeated as often as they come
in contact with the enemy. And this
not in the co.urse of a single cam-
paign, or on a single theatre of opera-
tions, but throughout well-nigh twelve
years of incessant warfare, waged in
every part of the world that seemed
to be accessible to us. Now, un-
doubtedly the new war in which the
country is engaged has become a source
of sore perplexity and trouble to us
all. We have long been aware that
it was neither foreseen nor provided
against as it ought to have been by
the advisers of the Crown ; and most
of us believe that the measures sub-
sequently adopted were characterised
neither by wisdom nor by vigour. But
we must not permit the feeling to go
further. We shall come out of the
struggle triumphantly yet. In spite
of the blundering of successive ad-
ministrations— in spite of the absence
of commanding ability on the part of
our generals — there is that in the dog-
ged resolution of the British character
which prevents us from entertaining
the faintest distrust of the ultimate
triumph of our arms. Does not all
past experience teach this lesson ?
Surely it does. Twelve years of dis-
aster in the last war passed out of
men's minds as soon as the tide of
victory began to turn ; and now Sala-
manca, Vittoria, and Waterloo, remain
as the sole surviving memorials of a
strife which gave promise at one period
of a very different issue. Does it then
become us, no matter how critical our
position may be, to speak otherwise
than hopefully of a contest, wherein
as yet we have suffered no defeat in
the field, and which is still but in the
second year of its continuance?
There is perhaps no period in our
history on which we ought to look
back with greater shame than that
which immediately preceded the break-
ing out of the war of the first great
French Revolution. Humbled by re-
collections of the war of American
independence, our statesmen of 1792
professed their determination to
keep aloof, at all hazards, from the
tempest which had begun to sweep
over continental Europe; and, in proof
that they were sincere, came down to
Parliament, and asked, and with dif-
379
ficnlty obtained, leave to move for the
service of the year just 21,000 regular
troops, including cavalry, artillery,
and infantry of the line and of the
Guards. And for the naval force,
which it was considered necessary to
maintain in a state of efficiency, the
vote taken was ludicrously small.
The army estimates amounted only
to £420,200; the estimates for the
navy somewhat exceeded £2,800,000;
and the total expenses for the year,
including pensions and non-effective
allowances, came to £3,605,316.
The votes in question were taken,
after a sharp debate, in the month of
February 1792. The most solemn
protestations were at the same time
made to France, that England en-
tertained no thought whatever of join-
ing the coalition into which Austria
and Prussia had entered against her.
But the autumn of the same year was
still ripe when the possibility of ad-
hering to this line of policy began to
be doubted ; and in December a bill
for calling out the militia was passed
through Parliament. There soon fol-
lowed the judicial murder of the
French king ; the memorable decla-
ration, by the French Republic, of war
against England and Holland, and
the invasion of the latter country by
such a force as the Dutch govern-
ment felt itself unable to face. Ap-
plication was at once made to the
Cabinet of St James's for the armed
support which it was bound by
ancient treaty to afford; and the
cabinet of St James's, however
peaceably disposed, could not in
justice refuse to accede to the pro-
position. The Dutch were accord-
ingly assured that every dispos-
able man would be despatched to
their assistance ; and the Cabinet of
St James's kept its word. And what
do our readers imagine was the
amount of force which the warlike
government of 1793 mustered for
battle? Just 1700 of the Foot Guards,
with about eighty artillerymen ! ! !
These troops were paraded with vast
pomp in Hyde Park. Old George
III. rode down the line, arrayed
as London may any day see him,
through his bronze effigy in Pall Mali
East. They were followed to Dept-
ford by the whole of the royal family,
and there embarked, not in. ships of
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war, but in half-a-dozen empty col-
liers. They put to sea on the 25th
of February ; and the 5th of March
barely saw them, after incredible
hardships and some danger, put
ashore again, by means of lighters
and small craft, at Dort ! ! !
Such was the military figure which
Great Britain cut at the opening of
the most terrible war of modern times.
She is called upon to support an
ancient ally, and she proceeds to
her assistance with something less
than 1800 men. For lack of any
better description of transports, she
thrusts her troops into filthy coal
vessels, hired for the occasion, and
leaves them there, during eight days,
not only without fresh provisions, or
vegetables, or any luxury of a more
expensive kind, but so deficient
even in fresh water, that many of the
men brought disease upon themselves
by vainly striving to allay their thirst
with draughts from the sea.
" It is much to be lamented," writes
Sir Harry Calvert, himself a sharer in
the misery which he describes, " that the
first observation which must occur to
every officer employed in this service, is
the very unfit state the transports were
in for the reception of troops, and the
very small provision that was made for
their health and accommodation while on
board. The tonnage of the ships was so
inadequate to the numbers embarked,
that every bad consequence was to be
apprehended had it been necessary to
put on the hatches, which must have been
the case had we not made Helvoet before
the gale of wind came on. There was no
small species of provisions on board ; no
vinegar, that most essential preventive ;
and, lastly, neither medicines nor sur-
gical instruments."
What an outcry would have been
raised, and justly too, had any de-
tachment of the army of 1854, how-
ever numerically weak, been sent to
sea in such a plight ! and yet with-
in the narrow space of barely ten
years, the nation had passed, when
these things befell, from a state of war
to a state of peace.
The arrival of the Guards at Dort
saved that place, and the bold front
which they put on co-operated, with
the successes of the Austrians in his
rear, to force back Dumourier, first to
Neerwinden, where, on the 18th of
March, he sustained a severe defeat,
and by -and -by across the Flemish-
frontier into France. Meanwhile the
Duke of York's corps had been in-
creased by the addition of three whole
battalions of the line, which arrived
from England under the command
of General Ralph Abercromby, and
which, forming a junction with the
brigade of Guards at Antwerp, raised
the total strength of the English corps
to 3000!! But wretched as this amount
offeree must have appeared in the eyes
even of the Dutch, who brought 20,000
into the field, it was still more an
object of shame and regret to the Brit-
ish officers because of the personal
unfitness of the men of whom it was
composed. ** On the junction of the
brigade of the line," says Sir Harry,
" we remarked with concern that the
recruits they had lately received were
in general totally unfit for service,and in-
adequate to the fatigue of the campaign,
being mostly either old men or quite
boys, extremely weak and short." In-
deed, the effects of so injudicious
a method of raising the nominal
strength of an army were not slow
in developing themselves. „ On the
26th of April (his first account of the
brigade was given on the 9th) Sir
Harry writes : " I am sorry to say
that our small force is much dimin-
ished, by two of the regiments in the
second brigade being totally unfit for
service — so much so, that the Duke of
York has left the 37th and 53d regi-
ments at Bruges and Ostend." Let
us hope that in the war in which we
are now engaged, no such stern neces-
sity may be imposed upon the com-
manders of our forces by the same
cause.
The war went on, and millions were
squandered in the vain effort to ac-
complish, in a day, purposes which
ought to have been contemplated and
gradually approached for years. The
militia was no sooner embodied than
the men composing it were bribed,
cajoled, and in some measure forced
to volunteer for the line. Horses were
bought up for the cavalry at a ruin-
ous price, and whole brigades of
Hanoverian and Hessian troops taken
into British pay. These, marching
towards the Low Countries, formed a
junction with the English division in
the vicinity of Bruges and Ghent, and
placed the Duke of York thereby at
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381
the head of about 17,000 men. With
this force he took no inconsiderable
part in the battle of Famars, which
was fought on the 22d of May ; and
on the 27th the siege of Valenciennes
was formed. It fell to the lot of his
Royal Highness, reinforced by de-
tachments from the allied armies, to
conduct this operation ; while the
Prince of Cobourg, with the main
body of the Austrians, kept General
Custine at bay. Custine made "no
serious attempt to interrupt the siege,
which lasted from the 4th of June to
the 26th of July, when, after seeing
the assailants masters of the covered-
way, and established on one of the
hornworks which completely over-
looked the town, the enemy demanded
a cessation of arms, and surrendered
on capitulation. It may be worth the
reader's while to compare the means
placed by combined England, Hol-
land, Austria, and Hanover at the
disposal of the military chief who
had been selected to conduct this
siege, with the materiel which Eng-
land alone sent put last year for a
similar operation in the Crimea. Our
first batteries that opened on Sebasto-
pol were armed with 32 and 68 pound-
ers, which we counted by the score.
The batteries of the Duke of York
are thus described, and that, too, in a
tone of undisguised exultation : —
<! July 22.— A detachment of British
artillery, consisting chiefly of long 6-
pounders, arrived from Ostend. On the
23d, at break of day, the batteries of the
third parallel opened on the town, and
continued a very severe fire till night ;
at the same time two batteries opened
at Anzain, one consisting of six 16-poun-
ders en ricochet, and one of four mortars.
The fire against the town was at this
time as follows : —
" 1st Parallel. — Ten guns, eight mor-
tars.
" 2d Parallel — No. 1 , eight 12-pounders ;
No. 2, three howitzers ; No. 3, four mor-
tars ; No. 4, six howitzers ; No. 5, four
mortars ; No. 6, eight 24-pounders ; No.
7, eight 24-pounders ; No. 8, three how-
itzers ; No. 9,
" 3d Parallel— No. 1, eight 24-pounders ;
No. 2, two howitzers ; No. 3, four mor-
tars ; No. 4, four mortars ; No^ 5, four
mortars ; No. 6, two mortars ; No. 7,
eight 24-pounders ; No. 8, eight 24-
pouuders ; No. 9, six mortars; No. 10,
four 24-pounders ; No. 11, two howitzers ;
No. 12, four 24-pounders."
VOL. LXXVIII.— NO. CCCCLXXIX.
It will be seen that out of this mass
of artillery, not inconsiderable as re-
gards the number of pieces, there was
no gun of heavier calibre than a 24-
pounder, and that the sole contribu-
tion of England to the train consisted
of a few long 6-pounders !
The capture of Valenciennes, and
the fall of Conde which preceded
it, left to the Allies the choice of
two plans of operation, either of
which it is now well known might
have brought the war to a speedy and
successful termination. On the one
hand, the line of policy which prudence
and moderation seemed to dictate,
would have hindered them from pro-
ceeding further in a war of aggression.
They had saved Holland, they had
recovered Austrian Flanders, and
were masters of the whole course of
the Rhine. Had they halted there in
an attitude purely defensive, there
were tokens in the political horizon
which justify the belief that the fac-
tions in France, which then cherished a
bitter but restrained hatred to one
another, would have entered upon a
course of open strife, and that in the
struggle the cause of good govern-
ment might have prevailed. Or in
the event of looking further, it was
the obvious business of the Allies to
march direct upon Paris, for the
road to Paris was completely open.
Recent successes had made them mas-
ters of all the fortresses which girdle
in the frontier, and there stood be-
tween them and the capital only a
broken and dispirited rabble of con-
scripts. But the Allies folio wed neither
of these plans. Austria and England
had each their separate objects to gain.
The former had hoisted her own flag,
not the flag of France, over the bat-
tlements of Valenciennes, and sat
down with 45,000 men before Ques-
noy, for the avowed purpose of
adding that place also to the posses-
sions, of the empire ; the latter — or,
to speak accurately, the Cabinet of St
James's — became inflamed with a de-
sire to acquire a portion of the sea-
coast of French Flanders ; and Prus-
sia, jealous of both, but especially of
the aggrandisement of her rival in
Germany, grew lukewarm in the
cause. It must be acknowledged, with
shame, that for the fatal results which
ensued the British government was
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mainly, if not wholly, responsible. It
was in London that the notable
scheme for reducing Dunkirk was de-
vised; and from London the orders
emanated which withdrew the Duke
of York and his motley corps of
35,000 men from acting in concert
with the Prince of Cobourg.
Mad as the scheme of laying siege
to Dunkirk was, some good might, by
possibility, have accrued from it, had
the Government of the day fulfilled
the engagements into which it had
entered with the general of its armies.
Not in one solitary instance, however,
was the Government true to its pledge.
Supplies of all sorts soon began to
fail. Heavy ordnance, which had
been promised, never arrived ; and
the fleet, which it had been agreed
should co-operate by blockading Dun-
kirk from the sea, lay at anchor in
the Downs, and permitted the Duke
of York to be insulted day and night
by the fire of the enemy's gun-boats,
and even of the privateers from the
harbour.
The Duke of York's force, in British
infantry and cavalry, never, during the
campaign of 1793, exceeded 3000 of
the former and 700 of the latter.
In spite of an ill-managed commis-
sariat, and the dissolute habits of too
many of the officers, these troops al-
ways behaved well ; as the issues of
the fighting at Lincelles, Villoers-en-
Cauchie, and Pont-a-chin,bear witness.
He made repeated applications for
heavy guns while entangled in the
siege of Dunkirk, which were for the
most part evaded rather than refused.
For there had been awakened in the
minds of the home authorities an ar-
dent thirst of conquest elsewhere ; and
though soldiers enough were brought
together, few, and these chiefly horse-
men, found their way to the arena,
within which the issues of the war must
be determined. The Duke of York
received an increase to his cavalry,
with drafts to fill up the casualties
which had occurred in his battalions.
But the available infantry of England
was scattered about— a portion of it to
seize Toulon, a portion to reduce the
French West India Islands, a portion to
die of yellow fever in St Domingo, and
a portion to do the duty of marines on
board the fleet. And here it may be.
worth while to draw the reader's at-
tention to the means which were
adopted in order to secure these men.
To the calling out of the militia, by
the constitutional application of the
ballot, no objection can be offered.
If it be the first duty of every citi-
zen to provide for the defence of his
country, it is clearly the business of
the Government to see that all shall
come under the obligation of the law;
and where personal service shall hap-
pen to be more than commonly inconve-
nient, it is equally just that there
should be afforded the opportunity of
providing a substitute at the expense
of the parties indisposed to serve.
But the Governments of 1793-4 and 5
went far beyond this. Letters of ser-
vice were issued to noblemen and
gentlemen, assuring to them sundry
steps of rank, on condition that
they should, for certain stipulated
sums of money, raise and bring to the
service of the Crown certain stipu-
lated contingents of men. Noblemen
and gentlemen undertook the charge,
and raised men from among their
own tenantry and dependants ex-
pressly for regiments to be command-
ed by themselves. These regiments
were no sooner embodied than Go-
vernment dissolved them again, and,
drafting the men into corps employed
at the moment on the most unpopular
services, either placed the officers on
half-pay, or gave them other employ-
ment.
"In the spring of 1795," says Sir
Henry Bunbury, " the shattered re-
mains of the British troops returned to
England. The results of their campaign
had been ill calculated to improve their
discipline, or to excite a military spirit
in the country. Nor had our arms ac-
quired reputation on land in any other
quarter. In 1793 a short attempt to de-
fend Toulon had ended in our expulsion,
and a few regiments, afterwards employ-
ed in Corsica, found no opportunities of
gaining distinction. So inefficient were
the means even in the naval service of
England, that, small as our army was, it
was required to furnish battalions to serve
as marines on board our fleets. With the
year 1794 began the fatal passion for car-
rying on the war in every part of the
West Indies, though the Bulam fever
was raging in all quarters. Multitudes
of brave men perished in this and the two-
succeeding years, for the sake of grasping
more sugar-islands, and particularly in
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the vain attempt to hold St Domingo.
Our infantry and artillery were drained
to the lowest point by the incessant de-
mands of our War Minister for fresh sup-
plies of men to replace the victims of the
yellow fever. To the mania for prosecut-
ing this ill-omened service is to be ascrib-
ed, more than to any other cause, the
inefficiency of the British army during
several years. Even those regiments
which returned from that fatal climate
were long unfit for service : they consist-
ed of feeble, worn-out invalids. Nor,
while sketching the condition and gene-
ral character of the British army in those
days, can I omit to mention the manner
in which (the ordinary recruiting being
found insufficient) men were obtained, in
order to fill up the enormous void occa-
sioned by the deaths in the West Indies.
It is useful to note this matter, because it
serves to account in part for the degrad-
ed state of the service, and the odium
which long attended it. I will not dwell
on the political jobs which characterised
the raising of many regiments in Ireland,
though I cannot forget that faith was
often broken with the men who had been
thus enlisted. The officers, having ob-
tained their steps of rank, were content-
ed ; the nominal corps were reduced ;
and the men were drafted into regiments
in India or St Domingo. But the most
crying infamy was that which resulted
from the employment of crimps on a very
large scale. Our Government made con-
tracts with certain scoundrels (bearing'- the
king's commission !) who engaged to fur-
nish so many hundred men each for such
and such sums of money. The deeds of
atrocity, to say nothing of the frauds,
which attended the working of this scheme,
could hardly be credited in the present
times. They occasioned many serious
riots, and they spread the taint of disaf-
fection to the service."
Time passed, and the estrangement,
which had already begun, of one mem-
ber of the coalition from another, grew
day by day more marked. The Aus-
trian cabinet, influenced by the coun-
sels of Thugut, changed its views alto-
gether. The schemes of conquest
which had induced the Emperor to
pass the Belgian frontier were not
only abandoned, but advances were
made to the French Directory, having
for their object the exchange of
Austrian Flanders for provinces to
be wrested from Austria's German
neighbours nearer home. Meanwhile
Prussia, though she readily accepted
the subsidy which England proifered,
abstained from putting in motion to-
wards Holland the 62,000 men for
which she had engaged. Accordingly
the Duke, after receiving an unsuc-
cessful battle atHondschoote, was forc-
ed to raise the siege of Dunkirk, and,
leaving behind him between forty and
fifty pieces of cannon, and a consider-
able amount of baggage and military
stores, to commence hismarch towards
Menin. Finally, after a good deal of
marching and counter-marching, and
various affairs, in which victory alter-
nated now to one side and now to
the other, the campaign of 1793 came
to an end ; and in the month of De-
cember the British portion of the
allied army went into quarters in
Tournay and Ghent.
The campaign of 1793, which had
opened with every prospect of suc-
cess, closed with little credit to the
army of the coalition. That of 1794
can hardly be said to have been other-
wise than discreditable from the begin-
ning. The Emperor of Germany came
indeed to Brussels, put himself at the
head of 180,000 allies, and reviewed
them with great pomp on the heights
above Cateau. This was on the 16th
of April, and on the 17th active hos-
tilities began. They were maintain-
ed with alternations of fortune round
Landrecies, at Caesar's Camp, along the
heights of Cateau and elsewhere ; till
at last, on the 16th of May, a general
action was fought on and around
Moucron, Turcoin, and Lannoy. We
have no means at hand accurately to
determine how many men on eaclf side
were engaged. We know, indeed,
what the force of the Allies was on the
16th of April, and that General Piche-
gru, on the 22d of May, commenced
his operations with not fewer than
200,000 men; but what portion of
these actually came under fire on the
16th we cannot undertake to say.
This much, however, is certain, that
notwithstanding the urgency of the
occasion, and in the second year of
the war, the Duke of York could carry
with him, in the column of which he
was at the head, only seven English
battalions and ten squadrons of
horse. All the rest of England's
might was distributed as has already
been explained, as if it had been the
object of those to whom the manage-
ment of the war was intrusted, to
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show how entirely the experience of
past failures, from causes not dis-
similar, was to be thrown away upon
them.
The battle of Turcoin was not in
favour of the Allies. Two of three
columns failed to reach their ground
in time ; three more, on arriving at
Moucron, found themselves quite
overmarched. The Duke of York,
with his seven English, five Austrian,
and two Hessian battalions, drove
the enemy from Launoy; and halted,
according to orders, till the corps in
co-operation with him should have
attained their objects. But nobody
£ame to communicate with him, and
the forward movement of a brigade,
under Abercromby, as far as Roubaix,
showed that the enemy were strongly
intrenched there, and had never been
molested. It was then as it is now ;
to arrive in front of an intrenched
position held by their opponents, serv-
ed but to stimulate the English to
give the assault. The works were
stormed, and the French driven from
them with the loss of three guns ; but
here the successes of the day came to
an end. Early on the 17th the
French fell upon Turcoin, and carried
it ; and later in the day a strong
division from Lisle forced its way
through General Otto's corps, posted
at Waterloo, and attacked the Eng-
lish rear at Koubaix. A rapid retreat
was all that remained for these brave
men. They were separated from
their comrades ; the Duke strove, but
in vain, to join them; and so the
whole corps, marching in two lines,
fell back — one portion to Temploux,
the other to Waterloo. They sub-
sequently reunited, and took up a
position, which, being covered in
ifront by one or two redoubts, ex-
tended from the Orchies road to the
Scheldt.
From that day till the final aban-
donment of the enterprise the tide of
fortune flowed well-nigh without in-
terruption in favour of the French.
The Imperialists, beaten in every en-
counter, relinquished, one by one, all
that yet remained to them of the
conquests of the previous year. They
even suffered the enemy to interpose
between the Duke of York and
Ostend, where Lord Moira, with 6000.
or 7000 men, had arrived, and forced
that able officer to execute a dif-
ficult and dangerous detour before he
could effect his junction with the
headquarters of the English army.
Then followed, as far as we were
concerned, the retreat through West
Wesel, the halt for a time at Ooster-
hout, and the passage of the Meuse
to Wiben. There was sharp fighting
here, which ended in the concentra-
tion of the Duke's corps about Nime-
guen, and the successful defence of
the outposts of the army on the 25th
of October. But no one now fought
for victory. The utmost to which it
was possible to look seemed to be,
that when winter set fairly in the
troops might rest ; for the rivers and
canals would then offer to the enemy
a more formidable obstacle than for-
tified towns very inadequately gar-
risoned, and allies in the field notori-
ously lukewarm.
The following account of the con-
dition of the Duke's force, so far as
it was affected by practices then of
everyday occurrence, and not quite
beyond the reach of possibility now,
is at least instructive. Writing to
Sir Hew Dalrymple, Sir Harry Cal-
vert says on the 9th Nov. 1794 : —
11 The want of general officers to com-
mand brigades has, in this army, been an
evil of the most serious nature, and has
been attended with the very worst con-
sequences. From the time Lord Cath-
cart left us— which, if I recollect right,
was about the 23d of July — till Generals
Balfour and De Burg joined, which was
the latter end of September, we had five
brigades of infantry of the Line, with one
major-general (Stewart), for General Fox
is too much occupied in his staff employ-
ment to be reckoned as a major-general,
though his zeal induces him to come for-
ward as such whenever he can.
"In this time, the command of brigades
devolved on young men newly come into
the service, whose years and inexperience
totally disqualified them for the situation.
I could mention lads of one-and-twenty
who had never been on service before.
Be assured, the Duke made the most
urgent and repeated representations how
much the service was injured by this
circumstance ; but the two most active
months of the campaign were allowed to
pass without any redress ; and then, at
that late period, two major-generals came
put, in lieu of the four that were want-
ing ; and, at the same time, an augmenta-
tion to the army of those regiments
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which were sent from Lord Mulgrave,
made a fifth absolutely necessary.
" The want of general officers is always
a great detriment to the service ; but in
this army particularly so, where the
field-officers are many of them boys, and
have attained their rank by means sug-
gested by Government at home, which, I
am sure, have never directly or indirectly
received the smallest countenance from
the commander-in-chief in this country :
consequently his Royal Highness cannot
be responsible for their youth and inex-
perience."
Pass we on now from the campaigns
of 1793 and 1794. Begun without a
plan, 'carried on with means entirely
inadequate, they brought unmerited
disgrace upon both the army and its
leader ; and awakened, as there was
the best reason that they should, the
indignation of the whole people. At
first an attempt was made to throw
the entire blame upon the Duke of
York. But from this — which would
have been a bitter wrong — his Royal
Highness was shielded by the failures,
not less lamentable, at Toulon and in
Corsica, as well as by the fatal results
of the expedition to St Domingo, and
the dearly -purchased achievements
at Guadaloupe and Martinique. A
strong reaction in his favour accord-
ingly took place, and he was in 1795
raised to the chief command of the
army. It would be difficult to over-
estimate the benefits to the service
•which arose out of this appointment.
Up to the year 1796, the British
army had been destitute of the first
elements of drill. No book of instruc-
tion existed according to which officers
might discipline their troops ; but
each battalion worked according to
the whims and caprices of its com-
mandant, and almost all upon a prin-
ciple more or less at variance with
that adopted elsewhere. The conse-
quence was, that when two or three
battalions came together, they were
unable to move, except in the simplest
formations. If a brigade attempted
to march in line, the chances were,
that, owing to the inequality of step,
regiments lost their touch ere a hun-
dred yards were covered ; and ex-
cept in line or in the column of march,
which would, of course, be adapted to
the road which the troops were to
traverse, the brigade could not work
at all. One of the first measures of
the new commander-in-chief was to
apply a remedy to this defect. Sir
David Dundas, who during the Seven
Years' War had served in the Prussian
army, was directed to elaborate a sys-
tem of drill for the army of England.
He took his ideas, of course, from
drill-books which had passed under
the critical eye of the Great Frederick,
and produced in due time his Eighteen
Manoeuvres, a compilation somewhat
pedantic, no doubt, and considerably
improved upon in later years, but in
the main resting upon sound prin-
ciples. The volume in question be-
came at once the text-book for the
British army, and so continued till
long after the hand which scrawls
these lines first wielded a sword.
Another flagrant blot in the military
system of the country the late Duke
of York had the merit of wiping out.
We speak of jobbing in these days —
and jobbing, to a greater or less extent,
there will always be, not in the army
alone, but in every department of
Church and State, so long as human
nature remains as it is ; but the job-
bing of our times puts on the hue of
absolute purity when brought into
contrast with that which prevailed up
to the period of which we now write.
Previously to 1796, commissions in the
Guards and appointments to the staff
were considered as the birthright of
young gentlemen holding a particular
place in society ; while commissions
in the Line went to the dependants of
men in power, to their supporters at
the hustings, and not unfrequently to
the sons or brothers of their mistresses.
On the other hand, it was not unusual
to find a young scion of nobility
raised to the rank of major ere he had
escaped from the nursery. Indeed,
there are present to our recollection
at this moment the names of several
officers, most of them, by the by, of
distinguished reputation in the late
war, who, by force of high connection,
joined their regiments as lieutenant-
colonels commanding, at the age of
eighteen. The Duke of York, by a
regulation which rendered it necessary
for a youth to have attained his six-
teenth year ere he could be gazetted
to an ensigncy, struck at the root of
this enormous evil. The blow was
not, indeed, effectual, because means
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were constantly found of evading a
rule which few seemed anxious to en-
force ; but at least the indecency was
avoided of having field-officers carried
about in their nurses' arms, and grey-
headed captains and subalterns put un-
der the command of boys fresh from
the schools of Eton and Westminster.
With all his desire to reform the
military institutions of the country,
the Duke of York could not, however,
succeed in amalgamating the artillery
and engineer corps with the rest of the
army, or otherwise getting the Board of
Ordnance into manageable condition.
The commissariat and medical de-
partments likewise, but especially the
former, continued absolutely out of
joint. There was no system, no re-
gularity, no organised means of trans-
port. Provisions continually failed
during the progress of the campaign,
and medicines were always insufficient.
It was to little purpose that generals
at home and abroad remonstrated
against these things, and the Duke
himself at last gave up his projects in
despair.
We had by this time taken the
Cape of Good Hope and Ceylon, both
important conquests ; and of the West
India Islands, all which formerly be-
longed to France had, with the ex-
ception of St Domingo, fallen into our
hands. Garrisons were required to
hold them, and the army was in con-
sequence frittered away into so many
detachments that the home duties,
including the occupation of Ireland,
devolved principally on militia and
fencible regiments. The discipline
among these corps, and especially the
Irish portion of them, was exceedingly
lax, and the regiments of the line
which served with them caught the
infection. Hence, when the Rebellion
of 1798 broke out, terrible excesses
were committed; indeed, one dragoon
regiment so disgraced itself that it
was dissolved, and the number effaced
by order of the Sovereign from the
army list. But what followed ? Sir
Ralph Abercromby, one of the best
officers which the British army has
produced, did his best to restrain the
license of the soldiery, and received
his reward by a sharp rebuke from
Downing Street, and being superseded
in the command of the troops in Ire-
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Our military efforts on the continent
of Europe had, meanwhile, been
limited to the wretched attempt at
destroying the sluice-gates of Ostend.
It was a measure recommended by
Admiral Sir Home Popham, and well
deserved the issues in which it re-
sulted. We succeeded in dam aging a
harbour which was available only for
merchant vessels, and being unable,
in consequence of a heavy surf, to
embark our troops, were compelled to
leave a full brigade of Guards under
General Coote prisoners in the hands
of the enemy. In 1799, however,
brighter prospects seemed to open :
Russia had joined a new coalition.
The French yoke waa understood to
press heavily on the Netherlands, and
arrangements were made for throwing
into Holland 13,000 English and
17,000 Russian troops, of which the
D uke of York was to take the command.
This army, after restoring Breda to
the Dutch, was to push forward into
Belgium, and thereby effect an im-
portant diversion in favour of the
Allies on the Upper Rhine and in
Switzerland. And so thoroughly in
concert were both England and Rus-
sia, that they respectively exceeded
the contingents which they had bound
themselves to supply. Before sketch-
ing the progress and result of the ex-
pedition to the Helder, it may not be
amiss if we present our readers with
a short extract from a valuable manu-
script which we have been allowed to
peruse. It is a journal kept by Gene-
ral Sir Frederick Adam, one of the
most accomplished officers which the
late great war raised up, and is curi-
ous as showing how imperfectly five
years of steady reform had corrected
the abuses, even in matters of discipline,
which used to prevail in the British
army. What must these abuses have
been ere the first attempts to get rid
of them were made !
Mr Adam, it appears, had, through
his father's interest, been appointed
an ensign, unattached, while yet a
boy at school. The fact that he had
become an officer was as long as pos-
sible concealed from the lad ; nor did
he discover, till a confidential butler
letoutthe secret, that, being an officer,
he was entitled to pay. His prudent
guardian intended, as it appeared, to
let the pay accumulate, so that the
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young gentleman, when old enough
to join his regiment, might join with
a balance at his agent's. But though
the butler's breach of faith led to the
squandering awayof the accumulations,
no more serious consequences befell.
Adam, the elder, had many friends in
high places ; and Adam, the younger,
was in consequence admitted as a sort
of attache into the family of Sir Ralph
Abercromby. Sir Ralph treated the
youth, as indeed he treated everybody,
with the utmost kindness ; but being
a conscientious man as well as a zeal-
ous soldier, he could not consent to
regard the arrangement as a permanent
one. In his judgment, officers were
all equally bound to learn their duty,
and to learn it with their regiments and
companies, ere they aspired to situa-
tions on the staff. Accordingly, the
force which was to invade Holland no
sooner began to assemble, and its
advanced corps, of which he had re-
ceived the command, to be complete,
than he attached young Adam to the
27th foot ; who thus describes his first
experience of the manner in which
discipline was maintained by officers
and non-commissioned officers among
their men: —
"I attended the company's parades
while the inspection was going on ; saw
the opening and shutting of pans, the
examination of arms, and such-like de-
tails, and picked up from my own obser-
vation what I could ; but I cannot say
that I obtained much knowledge by any
specific communication from my imme-
diate commander. There was not time,
however, for much of this, as we left
Barham Downs to march to Margate, to
embark a few days after I joined ; but
before this movement, and on the second
or third day after joining, I received a
practical lesson in discipline which it
may be worth while to relate.
" Haversacks and canteens had been
issued, in the course of the afternoon, to
the company ; and when on the evening
private parade in the company's lines, a
private soldier named Cavanagh, who
was not satisfied with the articles he had
received, approached MrBevan, and, very
respectfully recovering his arms, made
some statement in complaint, and which
involved a question of partiality on the
part of the sergeant who had made the
issue. There was nothing that I heard
unfitting on the part of the man, except
the insinuation or assertion, perhaps, of
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non-commissioned officer. Bevan ap-
peared to listen quite patiently to the
man's statement, and called for the ser-
geant to inquire into the case, who justi-
fied his proceedings, and said the man
was a troublesome, discontented fellow ;
and some few words passed from each
of the parties. During this time I was
standing alongside of Bevan, the soldier
opposite to him, at a couple of yards dis-
tant. Bevan stepped forward, clenched
his fist, and struck the man a strong
blow on the chest, uttering at the same
time, in a strong Irish accent, ' To hell
with ye, you bloody villain ! ' This oc-
curred while all the men were standing
about and close to us, previous to falling
in for inspection, and it did not appear
to me that the transaction caused any
sensation. Such was the first lesson of
practical discipline I received ; and it
may well be imagined what its effects on
a boy of fifteen must have been, coming
as it did from one whom I had been
specially led to believe was to be my
model, and to whom I was to look up.
The whole thing rather astonished me
than shocked me, and this, perhaps, be-
cause it appeared to be taken quite as a
matter of course. Nor did I afterwards
hear any murmuring amongst the men ;
nor did I learn that it caused any dis-
satisfaction ; from which I conclude that
such proceedings must have been not un-
common in the regiment, as well as in
the company, although to strike a soldier
was then, as it is now, contrary to the
regulations of the army, as it must have
been at all times contrary to every good
principle. But at that time the whole
system was harsh and brutal ; coercion
and severity were the rule ; reward or
encouragement little thought of. I be-
lieve this to have been the general prin-
ciple. I am sure it was so in the 27th
regiment ; and the effect of this upon the
mind of a boy like myself must, of course,
have been very detrimental."
On the 13th of August 1799, the
advance of the British army, under
Sir Ralph Abercromby, quitted the
shores of England. Including artil-
lery— of which the equipment was still
very defective — it numbered about
10,000 fighting men ; four battalions
of Guards and eleven of the line being
divided into five brigades, having
at the head of each respectively
the generals D'Oyly, Burrard, Coote,
Moore, and Colonel Macdonald. The
squadron steered towards the Helder,
the British government being, as usual,
much more intent upon the accom-
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plisliment of a purely British object,
than thoughtful of the needs of the
coalition ; and after a gallant resist-
ance from the Dutch General Daendels,
made good its landing. But the open-
ing of the enterprise gave only too
sure a presage of all that was to fol-
low. The establishment of a large
camp on Barham Downs, and the
assembling of transports at Margate
and Ramsgate, had sufficiently ad-
vertised the French- government of
the point on which the cloud would
burst ; and a tedious and uncom-
fortable passage of not fewer than
thirteen days, gave to it full time to
complete its preparations. Hence,
though the Dutch fleet in the Texel
Channel could not be saved, the
opportunity was afforded of getting
together about 20,000 men, 6000
of which disputed with us the land-
ing, while the remainder took post,
corps by corps as it came up, at an
easy march from the Zype, where
Abercromby proceeded to intrench
himself.
We agree with General Bunbury
that, looking to the mistakes thus
early committed, it would have been
well if the Government had rested
content with the accomplishment of
this the only practicable object of the
expedition. There had fallen into
our hands seven sail of the line, three
fifty- gun ships, and several frigates.
To have brought these back to Ports-
mouth would have exhibited us to
the people of England in the light
of victors ; but much more had
been determined upon, and, fail-
ing to achieve all, we lost all. On
the 10th of September, Abercromby
received and repulsed a fierce attack
of the enemy. He did not, however,
follow, up his successes, because he
knew that the Duke of York, with
the residue of the English contingent,
must shortly arrive ; and on the 13th
he found himself strengthened by the
coming up of the first division of the
Eussian army, under General D' Her-
mann. The second division made its
appearance shortly afterwards ; while,
day by day, infantry, cavalry, and
artillery from England continued to
pour in. It cannot be said that they
were of the best description. The
infantry, indeed, seemed to be made
up chiefly of volunteers from the mi-
litia, whom it was found necessary to
ship off ere time could be afforded
to give to them the uniforms of
the corps to which they were trans-
ferred. Of course, these men knew
nothing whatever of the officers under
whom they were going to serve, and
took the field ignorant of the very
rudiments of their duty. The cavalry,
in like manner, ill-appointed, worse
dressed, and mounted on imperfectly-
broken horses, had little to recom-
mend it except the courage of the
men ; and the field-guns were dragged,
sometimes with hand-ropes by sea-
men, sometimes by horses fastened
in a row, one before the other, and
kept at a walking pace by carters
with long whips in their hands. It
appeared, too, that as yet the Govern-
ment had not learned fully to under-
stand that bandages, lint, medicines,
surgical instruments, and surgeons,
are as necessary to the proper ap-
pointment of an army as either in-
fantry or cavalry soldiers ; and in re-
gard to a commissariat, it had no
existence at all. The army depended
for its supplies absolutely upon the
fleet. Still there it was, 18,000 Eng-
lish and as many Russians, all eager
for the fray ; nor did any great while
elapse ere the courage and endurance
of the men were put to the test.
The weather had been wretched
ever since the expedition sailed from
England. Eain fell in torrents, which,
being accompanied by cold winds, told
severely upon the troops, who, if un-
able to find cover in houses, were en-
tirely without shelter, except such as
the great-coats afforded; and even great-
coats were in many cases wanting. Yet
the courage both of officers and men
never flagged ; and there were those
among the leaders whose after career
gave proof that, had the chief manage-
ment of affairs been committed to
them, the results might have been dif-
ferent. Unfortunately, however, the
custom then prevailed of considering
every operation, ere it was entered
upon, in a council of war, and the
council, which assembled on the 17th,
came to the determination that the
enemy should be attacked upon a plan
radically defective.
It is not necessary to describe the
. battle of the 19th of September, or to
state its issues. Throwing away the
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advantage of numbers which belonged
to them, and detaching 10,000 of their
best troops towards a point which
it was impossible that they could
reach in time, the Allies fell upon the
French, as it were, by detachments,
the Russians making their advance as
much too early as the English made
theirs too late in the day. The former
were in Bergen, having carried all
before them, ere the latter found them-
selves in a condition to afford any
support, and, having suffered severely
in such an ill- conducted advance, were
well-nigh destroyed by the reserves
which they encountered there. A
catastrophe of this sort is too apt to
change the whole order of a battle.
Instead of pushing on their own at-
tacks, the English columns were forced
to detach to the succour of the Rus-
sians, and the whole, getting into dis-
order, were driven back with heavy
loss to the position of the Zype. As
to the detached column, of which
Abercromby was the head, it had be-
gun its march on a false calculation
as to time, and after exposure to a
heavy rain throughout the night of
the 18th, reached Hoorn at four in
the morning of the 19th, completely
exhausted. What could Abercromby
do? He despatched General, then
Captain Bunbury, to inform the Duke
of York of his case, and learned about
noon from an aide-de-camp, who seems
to have crossed Bunbury on the way,
that the battle was lost. Abercromby
retraced his steps to the old ground
behind the Zype, and put his men as
he best could into quarters.
From this hour the fate of the expe-
dition may be said to have been sealed.
Another battle, which cost the Allies
2000 valuable lives, was indeed fought
on the 2d of October; but though
claimed as a victory because the
enemy abandoned Alkmaar, it pro-
duced no effect upon the issues of the
struggle. Le Brune retired to a still
stronger position at Beverwyk, where
the junction of 5000 good French
troops more than repaired his losses.
General Bunbury shall narrate for us
the evils that befell shortly afterwards.
The Allies, it appears, thought that in
occupying Alkmaar they had won the
key of North Holland. They were
eager to improve the advantage thus
secured, and—
" On Sunday, the 6th of October, there-
fore, our advanced posts on the right
were ordered to move forward, to occupy
some of the villages in front, and force
the enemy's detachments to fall back
upon the position where it was assumed
that he would make his stand. Our
army was to follow the next morning.
But we had mistaken the intentions of
our antagonists, as well as the numbers
immediately in our front, and the strength
of the ground. At first, the troops that
were pushed forward met with but little
difficulty in their task, and were allowed to
occupy some of the villages and posts
allotted to them after sharp skirmishing.
But at an important point near Baccum,
the advanced guard of the Russian co-
lumn was checked by an unexpected and
severe resistance. Finding the enemy
too strong for him, the commander sent
back for reinforcements ; regiment after
regiment arrived, till seven Russian bat-
talions were hotly engaged, and still they
found the growing strength of the enemy
overpowering .them more and more. The
French arriving rapidly, became the at-
tacking instead of the defending party.
Sir Ralph Abercromby, seeing how things
were going, moved up to the support of
the Russians; but the enemy's whole
force was in motion. By degrees, the
fighting, instead of being confined to
Baccum, grew hot in every village and
post along the line. The brigades of
Dundas's division, as well as those under
Abercromby, were drawn successively
into severe action, and the Duke of York
in Alkmaar was wondering what had
fallen out, and what had become of his
army. Though the rain poured down in
torrents, the musketry was incessant,
aide-de-camp after aide-de-camp was sent
forth to make out what were the causes
and objects of this off-hand engagement,
and I was carried up and perched on the
top of the tall steeple of Alkmaar, with
a spying-glass, to try to ascertain for the
Duke what was the direction, and where
were the main points of the fight. But
all was confusion, and in fact the troops
were intermingled : they had been brought
irregularly into action, without any defi-
nite plan on either side ; engaging wher-
ever they happened to meet with an
enemy, and advancing or retreating in
various directions as the one or the other
party proved the stronger. The country
itself was extremely intricate, and the
thick rain and the heavy smoke dwelling
on the coppice-woods and enclosures of the
villages, made it impossible to distinguish
anything clearly. This obstinate and
bloody fighting ceased only with the day.
At nightfall, the French drew back, and
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left our troops in possession of the line of
posts for which we had unwittingly involv-
ed ourselves in this fierce and fruitless con-
test. The loss of the Allies was not less
than 2500 men, of whom about 700 were
prisoners ; that of the enemy was
heavier than it had been in the former
battles, and between 400 and 500 of the
French were taken. The only gleam of
brilliancy through this dark thunder-
storm, was a charge of five companies of
the Guards, under Colonel Clephane, into
the village of Ackersloot, from which
they drove two battalions of French,
killing many, and taking 200 prisoners."
The battle of the 6th of October
seems to have overthrown every lin-
gering hope of success on the part of
the aSied generals. Even the best of
our own troops began to show that
they were disheartened, and the Rus-
sians made no secret of their despon-
dency and anger. A retreat to the
old position of the Zype was accor-
dingly effected, and a council of war
assembled to deliberate on the steps
which it had now become necessary
to adopt. It is not worth while to
follow the members of that conclave
through their deliberations. Ten thou-
sand men, the elite of the allied armies,
had fallen. The weather was com-
pletely broken, and of support from
any quarter — such as would enable
them, even if they survived the win-
ter, to enter with better prospect of
success upon a new campaign— no
one pretended to speak. A proposal
was therefore made and unanimously
adopted to open a negotiation with
the leader of the French army, and
discuss with him terms for the evacu-
ation of the country. How the pro-
position was received, and to what
discreditable results it led, we need
not pause to describe. Rather let us,
keeping in view the proper object of
our present article, consider how,
sixty years ago, military affairs were
managed in this country, and, by con-
trasting the policy of cabinets in 1799
and 1853, endeavour if possible to
convince our readers that the prestige
which outlived the blunders of the
former body is in no great danger of
extinction because of the shortcom-
ings of the latter.
The expedition to Holland in 1799,
if not conceived, was managed al-
most exclusively by Mr Dundas, then
Secretary of State for War and the Co-
lonies. His entire force did not, it is
believed, at the most, exceed 10,000
or 12,000 infantry, in such a state,
at least as regarded the numerical
strength and discipline of battalions,
as to render them disposable for ac-
tive service in the field. He had, to
be sure, nominally at his disposal a
good many corps, the wrecks of regi-
ments which had perished of fever
rather than by the sword in the West
Indies. But these, besides that they
consisted of old or worn-out men, were
mere skeletons, and could not, in their
existing state, be employed out of the
United Kingdom. He was bent, how-
ever, upon his enterprise, and in the
month of July passed the act which
has ever since rendered the militia our
best nursery for the Line. This mea-
sure he followed up by offering such
an exorbitant bounty to volunteers as
won them over to these skeleton regi-
ments in shoals, but, of course, in such
a state as rendered it impossible to
create any bond of union between them
and the officers under whom they were
thenceforth to serve. They were all
drunk when they reached headquar-
ters, and continued in a state of beastly
intoxication till shipped off to the seat
of war. As has elsewhere been stated,
they took their places in the ranks
without having had their militia uni-
forms exchanged for those of the
regiments which they came to rein-
force ; and though not without some
acquaintance with the elements of
drill, they lacked almost all the other
qualities which combine to create
what is called a good soldier. Hence,
though, like Englishmen in general,
constitutionally brave, they made but
indifferent head against the disci-
plined regiments of France; and, fail-
ing of absolute success at the open-
ing of the campaign, they grew posi-
tively despondent ere it came to a
close.
If the constitution of the army
was bad, its association with such
allies as the Russians, and the
selection of the particular field on
which it was sent abroad ,to operate,
were measures not less deserv-
ing of censure. The state of mind
into which Paul had already fallen
could not be unknown to the English
cabinet. As long as victory followed
his standards, the crazy emperor's
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'
enthusiasm knew no bounds. He be-
lieved that his troops were superior to
those of all the rest of the world, and
that disaster could not overtake them
except through the treachery of others.
And as soon as a check came, a revul-
sion of feeling came with it, and he
regarded himself as betrayed by those
whose battles he had undertaken to
fight. That the same temper which
animated their master prevailed
among the Russian soldiers of every
rank, had already been made mani-
fest in Switzerland. It was not to be
expected that the divisions which had
been sent to co-operate with us, should
carry with them a more reasonable
disposition ; and Mr Dundas, there-
fore, hazarded a great deal when he
associated his own ill-organised army
of 18,000 Englishmen with an equal
force of Russians — arrogant, tena-
cious, and ready to quarrel with their
allies on the slightest pretext ; and
he reaped his reward in the alienation
which at once manifested itself be-
tween them, when the result of the
first combined operation came to be
canvassed. Moreover, he directed a
really formidable expedition against
almost the only point on the conti-
nent of Europe where even partial
success was impossible. However de-
sirous the Dutch people might be of
regaining their independence, there
were probably not a thousand men
among them who wished to replace
the House of Orange in the Stadthold-
ership. There were certainly not a
hundred who would have risked the
chances of a war in order to accom-
plish that object. And so it appeared,
after the Allies made good their land-
ing ; for, though the Orange flag was
immediately unfurled, scarce half-a-
dozen gentlemen rallied round it, all
of whom, by the by, were natives of
distant provinces, and were already in
exile on account of their anti- republi-
can principles.
Again, Mr Dundas and Mr Pitt
(for on this point Mr Pitt is known to
have given Dundas his cordial sup-
port), after having selected a com-
mander for this expedition on political
considerations, testified to their want
of confidence in the man of their own
choice, by subjecting him to a degree
of restraint which cannot upon any
principle be justified. The Duke of
York was charged to undertake no
important operation without first sub-
mitting his plan to a council of war,
and receiving the council's sanction to
its execution. Now, a general so
hampered may possess the genius of
a Hannibal or a Napoleon, but we
defy him to accomplish anything great,
even if he desire it. And there were
those in the Duke of York's council
(for the very members of the council
were nominated from home) who were
little likely to deal, even with a royal
president, in a spirit of too much sub-
mission. The Duke's advisers were
Lieutenant- Generals Sir Ralph Aber-
cromby, David Dundas, James Mur-
ray Pulteney, the Russian commander,
and Major-General Lord Chatham,
the last wholly without experience,
and indolent to an extent scarcely
conceivable. How could a force so
composed, and so commanded, even
though it numbered at one time at
least 35,000 effective troops, succeed
in any large undertaking ? What can
we say of a system under which such
outre combinations could be formed,
except that the country which proved
sufficiently energetic to survive and
break through it, need not, under any
circumstances, despair of its own
greatness or its own glory?
The expedition to Holland failed ;
and there succeeded to the confi-
dence which had animated all classes
of society, when the first division of
transports put to sea, the despondency
into which it is the habit of our coun-
trymen to fall after every mishap of
the kind. Partly to allay the clamour
with which they were assailed, partly
because they laboured under a chronic
disposition always to be doing some-
thing, without having any accurate
idea of the end which they were to
achieve, the Government no sooner
got the remains of the army back to
England, than theycastabout for some
other Continental field on which to
employ it. It was mid-winter, to be
sure, and winter is not exactly the
season when military operations —
particularly operations to be conduct-
ed partly by sea — are most conve-
niently undertaken. And the Cabinet
itself could not but be aware that de-
feated armies seldom regain their con-
fidence, unless time be afforded to re-
store their discipline and fill up their
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numbers. Still there were not want-
ing authorities to advise a descent on
the coast of Brittany, and the giving
of the hand to the Royalist chiefs of
La Vendee, and the Chouans, who
still maintained a not unequal combat
with such forces as the First Consul
could afford to send against them. A
better scheme by far Avas, however, in
December of this year, proposed by
Sir Charles Stewart — an officer who
wanted but the opportunity to show
that England had in him a General
worthy to be placed at the head of
her gallant army. His soldier's eye
had detected where, at that moment,
the fate of the war was about to be
decided. There lay, in an extended
line, from Nice to Genoa, a French
army of 38,000 or 40,000 men, of
which the condition, as well physically
as morally, was deplorable in the ex-
treme. The Austrian general, Melas,
with 80,000 good troops, threatened
it from the north side of the Apen-
nines; and Napoleon, in the utmost
anxiety for the results, was quietly
but energetically preparing for that
marvellous passage of the Alps, which
will hand down his name to the latest
generations, in a sort of rivalry with
that of the great Carthagenian com-
mander. It was Sir Charles Stewart's
opinion, that a corps of 15,000 British
troops, thrown ashore at this juncture
near Nice or Ventimiglia, would have
given such a vast preponderance to
the Austrian arms, that the expulsion
of the French from Italy, perhaps the
entire destruction of the French ar-
mies, must have ensued. He urged
his plan vigorously upon the Minis-
ters, and succeeded in obtaining its
adoption. But Pitt and Dundas, how-
ever able in the concoction of great
plans, seldom looked, in the manage-
ment of details, beyond the day that
was passing; and though, in February
1800, Stewart had made all his ar-
rangements, in the following March
it was announced to him that only
10,000 men could be spared for the
enterprise. For the winter had been
allowed to pass away in a manner of
which we cannot now think without
indignation. Scarcely any measures
were adopted to restore discipline and
efficiency to regiments, and recruiting
seemed to have come to a stand-still,
Stewart, though mortified, adhered to
his resolution. But when, by-and-by,
he was informed that only 5000 men
could be placed at his disposal, he
threw up his command in disgust.
How strangely is the fate of great
struggles determined ! Had Stewart's
original project been carried into exe-
cution, Genoa would have fallen pro-
bably a full month ere it opened its
gates. Melas, free from anxiety for
his rear, would have marched to meet
Napoleon, at the foot of St BernardT
with 20,000 more men than he actually
carried with him ; the battles of Monte-
bello and Marengo might never have
been fought, or, if fought at all, would
have probably ended in the destruc-
tion of the First Consul. Such wis-
dom, however, did not then prevail
in our military councils. On the con-
trary, while 5000 men proceeded with
General Pigott to Minorca, and 5000
more made ready to assist Portugal
against a danger which never seriously
threatened, Napoleon achieved those
wondrous successes which ended in
the treaty of Alessandria, and the
temporary secession of Austria from
a league into which she had but lately,
and not without considerable pressure
from without, been persuaded to en-
ter.
We should weary our readers were
we to describe how, upon one abortive
attempt after another, the strength and
reputation of the British empire were
thenceforth wasted. Abercromby's
visit to Leghorn, just as the opportu-
nity of effecting anything there had been
taken away ; his cruise from port to
port, with at least 10,000 men, up and
down the Mediterranean ; the abortive
expedition to Quiberon Bay ; the re-
connoissance of Ferrol; and the final
junction of all the divisions of Lord
Keith's fleet in the Bay of Cadiz, are
matters of history. They were the
natural issues of plans ill-conceived,
ill- directed, and wholly undeserving
of success. Indeed, we became, in
consequence of them, objects of ridi-
cule to all Europe. But as in the
natural world it is said that the dark-
est hour of the night is that which
precedes the dawn, so we seem justi-
fied in asserting that the ungenerous
attempt on Cadiz, and its not very
creditable abandonment,"placed us, so
. to speak, on the apex of our military
blundering. It suddenly occurred to-
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the War Minister and his colleagues
that the continued occupation of Egypt
by a French army could not but
operate injuriously to British interests
in India ; and Abercromby, who had
begun to despair of being allowed to
attempt anything, received orders to
carry his troops to the land of the
Pharaohs. But observe how, in all
respects, our policy was then a policy
of errors. Always reluctant to keep
a sufficient force on foot — always
driven, in consequence, to enlist in a
hurry, as often as troops appeared to
be required — our rulers had taken
into the service multitudes of men,
the terms of whose engagements hin-
dered them from being sent beyond
the limits of Europe. The conse-
quence was, that Abercromby, who,
when threatening Cadiz, had been at
the head of 22,000 infantry; found,
when about to sail for Egypt, that he
could carry scarce 11,000 with him;
and that his entire force in cavalry
consisted of two squadrons, or about
150 men, of the 22d Light Dragoons.
Here, then, we are in the seventh
year of a war, which, undertaken in
defence of a great principle, was
waged with the whole force of the
empire ; and, though constantly en-
gaged in military operations, we have
not one solid advantage, scarce a
single passing triumph, to place upon
record. The defence of the Nether-
lands, which we originally undertook,
had signally failed. From Toulon,
which we had occupied with exceed-
ing rashness, we were driven with
disgrace. Corsica we abandoned, as
we did the unhappy Koyalists of Brit-
tany. At Ostend we had left a whole
brigade in the enemy's hands ; and an
entire army escaped from North Hol-
land only by terms of a most humiliat-
ing capitulation. The whole of the
year 1800 had been wasted, though
we had then at our disposal 25,000
excellent troops, with a navy which
dominated over every sea in Europe.
We had failed to support Austria and
to save Germany. We had retired
with discredit from before Ferrol and
Cadiz. We had sacrificed thousands
of valuable lives, not in battle, but to
yellow fever, and obtained in exchange
for them a few worthless sugar islands.
And now, at the eleventh hour, we
direct Sir Ralph Abercromby, with
15,000 men, to invade a country of
which all the harbours and fortresses
were occupied by little short of 30,000
of the best troops in the world. That
we succeeded in defeating those troops,
and forcing them to evacuate their
conquests, is indeed true; but our
triumph was that — not of sagacious
forethought, but — of constitutional
bravery. We prevailed, in spite of
the absence of all the means which
were necessary to render success
certain.
It would be difficult to over-esti-
mate the importance of the Egyptian
campaign, as well to the British na-
tion as to the British army. There
had begun to grow up, even among
our own people, a suspicion that, ex-
cept at sea, the military spirit was
wanting among us ; and throughout
continental Europe no doubt what-
ever was entertained on the subject.
The successful landing at Aboukir,
and the victory of the 21st of March,
dissipated the former delusion, and
went some way to disturb the latter.
It had the effect, also, of restoring to
the British soldier that feeling of self-
respect, without which no army ever
has achieved, or ever will achieve,
great successes. But it is idle to
blink the truth, that neither then, nor
for some years afterwards, were any
steps taken to improve the military
system of the country. No sooner
was the peace of Amiens ratified,
than the English government hasten-
ed to reduce its fleets and armies to
the lowest attainable figure; just as
the Government which happens to be
in office will, in all probability, reduce
them again, when our present war
with Russia ceases. And so, on the
renewal of hostilities in 1803, every-
thing which was necessary to conduct
war effectively proved to be want-
ing. There was the same scramble
to enrol and equip men — the same
absence of all the appliances of an
army — the same eagerness to strike
before proper preparation was made
to strike home, which distinguished
the country's efforts at the com-
mencement of the revolutionary
war. Expeditions were fitted out,
sent to sea, and brought back again
always without accomplishing any
object worthy of the cost, and not un-
frequently without accomplishing any-
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thing. Even the occupation of Sicily,
though complete in itself, cannot be
said to have served any good purpose ;
for Sicily could be no object to France
so long as the command of the sea
remained with her rival — and that the
victory of Trafalgar effectually secured
to us. As to other operations — the
landing in Calabria, the second expe-
dition to Egypt, the shilly-shallying
at Stockholm, and the buccaneering
descent upon Copenhagen — the less
that is said or written about them the
better. With the exception of this
last — of which the morality is at least
doubtful — they all alike testified to
the fact that the courage and endur-
ance of the British soldier were then,
as now, beyond praise, but that there
was no military mind in the camp
or the cabinet capable of turning his
good qualities to a right account.
Thus matters went on, till the
condition of the Spanish peninsula
presented an opening to British enter-
prise which happily could not be over-
looked. An army respectable in point
of numbers accordingly took the field ;
but it did so, as usual, destitute of
a transport corps, of a commis-
sariat, ;of medical stores,— of every-
thing, in short, in the absence of
which no army can move, or even
subsist, two days' march from its re-
sources.. Its first essay was brilliant,
because Arthur Wellesley led it on,
and it executed every movement with-
in sight of its shipping; its second,
though far from dishonourable, affords
small subject of boasting, because the
gallant Moore failed to obtain sup-
port from home, and abroad was de-
ceived and betrayed on all sides. Its
third— and three trials were needed —
led to very different issues. Why?
Because the iron will of Wellesley
bent by degrees feebler wills to itself,
and his genius elaborated on the spot
all that the Government which he
served ought to have supplied, but
did not. Read his immortal Des-
patches, and you will see how, day by
day, he makes known his wants,
without having the slightest attention
paid to them. We conquer, indeed,
and win for ourselves a high name in
Europe ; but it is in spite of the im-
becility of our rulers and the unwise
parsimony of our legislature, which,
though prodigal enough both of life
and treasure in the wretched expedi-
tion to Walcheren, kept him always at
starvation point, and thereby protract-
ed for seven long years a war which, if
wisely fed, might have been brought
to a successful conclusion in three.
The result which we are induced to
draw from all this is obvious enough.
The country is without doubt at this
moment in great difficulty. The finest
army that ever left our shores liea
cooped up in a barren corner of the
Crimea, whence it cannot move ex-
cept over the ruins of a town, which,
for a whole year, has resisted the
utmost endeavours of the Allies to
reduce it. Meanwhile a fleet, such as
never before darkened the surface of
any sea, lies idle in the Baltic ; and
there is exhibited by the Government
neither military genius enough to
devise an effective diversion for the
former, nor common industry to
supply the latter with means of as-
sailing the enemy. There is ample
ground of sorrow, perhaps of indigna-
tion, when we contemplate these
facts; but there is no just cause for
despondency. The heart of the nation
is sound, its resources as yet scarcely
called forth ; and by-and-by, when its
patience shall have been tried beyond
endurance, it will take the matter
into its own hands. Lord Ellen-
borough's manly speech of the 3d of
August last, has already found an
echo in many a household throughout
the empire ; and the prophecy will, as
usual, work out its own accomplish-
ment. We fully anticipate such
changes, when Parliamentmeets again,
as shall at least set us on a road to
triumph, quite as sure, and probably
much more rapid, than that by which,
half a century ago, we conquered forty
years' peace for the world.
Printed by William Blaclwood $ Sons, Edinburgh.
BLACKWOOD'S
EDINBURGH MAGAZINE.
No. CCCCLXXX. OCTOBER, 1855.
VOL. LXXVIII.
NORTH AND THE NOCTES.
MAGA is fat, fair, and close on forty.
Her disposition, now mild and mo-
therly, was dashed in youth with a
touch of acerbity, sometimes sudden-
ly varying the sweetness of her aspect
with a curl of disdain or a gleam of
fierceness. Like Pallas, Britomart,
Britannia, and other belligerent young
virgins, she went forth glorying in
her keen weapons and bright armour;
she would strike an adversary's shield
as Ivanhoe struck Bois - Guilbert's,
with the sharp end of her lance till it
rung again ; and the foe thus chal-
lenged would, if a craven, cower out of
sight, but if worthy of her steel, would
meet her in mid career, and blows
were struck with which not only the
lists but the whole world re-echoed.
Now she applauds with equanimity,
and chides with tenderness. A certain
Crutch, once the terror of evil-doers,
after long leaning idle in the chim-
ney corner, is become a treasured relic
to be gazed on with reverence, but
never more strong to support or swift
to smite. Such forbearance, admir-
ably according with the dignity of the
matron Maga, and with the stateli-
ness of her full-blown presence, has
not been without ill consequences. All
Cockaigne echoes with shrill voices
like a marsh filled with frogs on a
summer's evening. A cockney may
no longer be called a cockney, nor a
fool a fool, but each must be apos-
trophised in a polite periphrasis. The
chivalry of periodical writing has lost
some dash and brilliancy since the
laws of the combat place buttons on
the foils ; the fiercer spirits miss the
excitement of the game of earnest —
meek men in spectacles venture into
the ring once sacred to the grim yet
graceful athlete, victor in a hundred
fights — the combatants pique them-
selves on being (ha, ha !) open to
conviction, and fight in the courteous
spirit of Aberdeen as War Minister,
and Dundas at Odessa. The stream
of thought, no longer vigorously im-
pelled through the channel of partisan-
ship, is diffused in wide pools over the
flats of liberalism and toleration,
where public opinion may hang Nar-
cissus-like, over its own reflection, but
where there is none of the rush, the
ripple, nor the cataract, that lent pic-
turesqueness to the earlier course of
the flood. Impetuosity has given
place to a calm, where no breeze
breaks the mirrored images. Not so
when Maga, heavenly maid, was
young.
Thirty years ago the world had far
other objects of interest than now.
That fine elderly gentleman, your fa-
ther, sir, and that charming old lady
to whom you are equally indebted
for your being, whose silvered hair
beneath her cap lends beauty to
wrinkles, and invests her faded coun-
Noctes Ambrosiance. By PROFESSOR WILSON, vol.
VOL. LXXVIII. — NO. CCCCLXXX.
396
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[Oct.
tenance with the mellow richness and
melancholy charm of the later autumn,
remember a state of things which ap-
pears to us dim and distant as the
golden age, or the time when the Sau-
rians wallowed at Brighton. They
remember an era previous to the Peace
Society, when Brougham, to whom
years have brought the philosophic
mind, shone with fierce and fitful
brightness in the Blue- and- Yellow,
corruscating into the most eccentric
and many - coloured sparks — when
Pam was young as well as gay — when
the Whigs were acquiring instead of
losing confidence in Lord John — when
Wordsworth's reputation as a poet was
still matter of dispute— when Byron
had just shot athwart the globe like a
meteor, and vanished, leaving mankind
still rubbing their eyes, dazed with
the glare — when the novels of Scott
perplexed the world with the mystery
of their authorship — and when Mac-
aulay, the present poet, politician, es-
sayist, historian, was alluded to as ua
young gentleman who ought to make
a figure in the world." — (Nodes,
p. 60.)
Well, in those times, from which we
have steamed so far ahead, and to see
which we look across an abyss deep-
ened by volcanic political changes —
Reform bills, Catholic emancipations,
Education bills, Repeal of Corn Laws,
French empires, and the like yawning
fissures, — by revolutions in literature,
heralded (not to mention portentous
foreign apparitions) by the mournful
shade of Tennyson, the genial sprite
of Dickens, the dismal prophecies of
Thomas Carlyle, and the impish ubi-
quity of cheap editions ; and vast
upheavingsin science and art, whence
have had birth railways, steamboats,
photographs, electric telegraphs —
there still existed a race of beings
known to many in our land by the
name of Tories, now recognised prin-
cipally in fossilised specimens. If a
man's heart were fine and his preju-
dices strong, — if he bore in the main
features of his character distinct traces
of relationship to the Bayards and De
Coverleys, — if his natural refinement
caused him to revolt at popular forms
of government and their results — such,
for instance, as the sad spectacle of a
lettered and polished gentleman, proud
as Coriolanus, suing, cap in hand, the
mob for their most sweet voices — you
had a specimen of the better type of
Tory ; and if to these elements were
added scholastic learning, high intel-
lect, rich humour, fine wit, and gor-
geous imagination, you had a first-
class man of that type. Place that
man in a position where he mingles
much and intimately with the most
distinguished characters of the day,
and where his duty no less than his
taste impels him to be conversant
with all questions of contemporary
politics, literature, and art — let his
opinions be conveyed in the form of
dialogues between characters based in
truth but coloured by imagination,
where philosophy and metaphysics,
and public men and measures and
poetry, all lightly and forcibly touched
with the free hand of a master who
can afford to sport with his brush, are
relieved by an ever-shifting mosaic
background of fun, pathos, and the
most marvellous descriptions of natu-
ral scenery — and you have the first
broad idea of Christopher North and
his famous Nodes.
In those days when you, dear ladyy
our own contemporary, with whom
womanhood now approaching its high
noon — say about half-past eleven —
finds some of its early freshness re-
placed by the mellow ripeness of a
sultrier hour, were sucking your coral
or your thumb, while on the ceiling,
in 'the wondering gaze of infancy,
were fixed those eyes which have
since done such dire execution in the
breasts of three generations, includ-
ing— first, the present old gentleman
who at fifty, after having bemoaned
for half his well-spent existence his
lost love, charming Betty Careless,
married to a rival about the time the
Reform Bill was passed, conceived
for you a second and enduring passion
which he will carry to his octogenarian
tomb ; secondly, your nearer contem-
porary, now beginning to lose, in the
practice of a rising barrister, the me-
mory of that terrible evening ten
years ago, when you civilly declined
his proposals under the laurels, through
whose leaves, gilded by moonshine,
came the tender beams which showed
the despair written in his unfortunate
face; and thirdly, the sentimental
1855.]
North and the Nodes.
397
individual who, in his short halt be-
tween Eton and Oxford, has suc-
cumbed at once to your experienced
wiles, half- worrying, half-flattering
you with his protestations that " dis-
parity of age is nothing to a passion
like his." Well, when your ladyship
was sucking your thumb as aforesaid
(that thumb against which your last
enterprising lover rubbed his nose in
a futile attempt to kiss your hand),
your ladyship's father and mother,
and other grown-up relations and
friends of cultivated and discriminat-
ing tastes, looked forward from month
to month, with an eagerness of which
you, inured to patience by a long
course of intermittent and hiatical
literature, doled forth by Dickens,
Lever, Thackeray, and the periodi-
cals, can have but faint conception, to
the publishing of the new Blacliwood,
in which some lively instinct fore-
warned them to expect a Noctes
where North, Tickler, and the Shep-
herd, in Titanic sport and revelry,
should gladden, inform, and divert
their rapt audience with a pathos
melting old Miss Backbite into bene-
volence, with vivid descriptions re-
storing to Mr Omnium of the Stock
Exchange a temporary boyhood, and
with passages of mirth forcing the
rusty corners of old Billy Roller's
mouth to relax into a stern smile
(the only one that had distorted that
feature since the last rise in cottons),
but which must be carefully skipt in
reading the article aloud to that
charming consumptive patient in the
cushioned chair, for fear of inducing
haemorrhage in the lungs by sudden
fits of laughter.
North — Shepherd — Tickler — how
real yet fantastic is the celebrated
trio ! Professor Ferrier is at pains in
the preface to this new edition to
assure us that their jovial meetings
were purely imaginary, and that the
festive scenes rose before the genial
imagination of a solitary writer. We
are very sorry to throw any discredit
on the testimony of a man like the
Professor, but we won't believe a word
of it. We have, through faith, been
familiar from early boyhood with
that Blue Parlour. Other celebrated
apartments may or may not have
really existed. Whether Rizzio was
or was not murdered in Holyrood —
whether there was a secret chamber
in the family seat of Bluebeard —
whether the convention of Cintra
was signed in the Marialva palace
or the convent at Mafra, or on
the head of a French drum, are all
questions we leave antiquarians to
decide, and will never draw pen for.
But to tell us deliberately that those
three philosophers, poets, and hu-
mourists, did not carry on their
learned orgies periodically and habi-
tually, among other places, in the
Blue Parlour of a hostelry in Edin-
burgh, kept by one Ambrose, is an
outrage on belief which, if successful,
would go far to upset all confidence
in internal evidence and written tes-
timony. We expect to be told next
that there is no Ettrick Forest ; nay,
that Edinburgh itself, with the old
and new towns, Arthur Seat,
Princes Street, and 45 George Street,
is an imaginary city, which, like an
unsubstantial pageant faded, leaves
not a wrack behind.
The Shepherd occupies the lion's
share of the conversation, his part in
which reveals a character, odd, fine,
and finished, with a great deal of self-
conceit, breaking out not only in his
discourse, but in his dreams ; for in de-
scribing a vision hehad of an unearthly
Hallow-fair, there were there, he says,
" chiels from China, apparently, and
the lands ayont the pole, who jogged
ane anither's shouthers, and said,
' That'sthe Ettrick Shepherd.'" This
vanity and some comic testiness
serve to connect the man of genius
with ordinary mortality, but the better
part is all eloquence, of a kind at once
minutely graphic and lavishly copious,
giving appropriate utterance to the
warmest sympathies with men and
nature. Not very much does the
Shepherd care for politics, except such
as lie in the domain of plain common
sense ; not much does he trouble him-
self about philosophy, except the un-
taught philosophy native to genius —
but -he is a poet and an artist, with
the finest eye to appreciate both the
common features of everyday life and
the grandest expanse of landscape,
and in describing these he shows a
power of word-painting, beside which
the Dutch representations of our
398 North and the Nodes. [Oct.
day are stiff, laborious, and ineffec- most, sometimes leads him into con-
tive. tradictions, or, at any rate, proves he
The Shepherd's vigorous power of can be equally eloquent on both sides
expressing whatever comes upper- of a subject. At page 1 he says: —
" I never dream between the blankets. To me sleep has no separate world ;
it is as a transient mental annihilator. I snore, but dream not. What is
the use of sleep at all, if you are to toss and tumble, sigh and groan, shudder
and shriek, and agonise in the convulsions of night-mayoralty ? I lie all
night like a stone, and in the morning up I go, like a dewy leaf before the
zephyr's breath, glittering in the sunshine."
At page 275 a great revolution specting dreamless sleep and snor-
iias taken place in his opinions re- ing :—
NORTH.
I forget if you are a great dreamer, James ?
SHEPHERD.
Sleepin or waukin ?
NORTH.
Sleeping — and on a heavy supper.
SHEPHERD.
Oh ! sir, I not only pity but despise the coof, that aff wi' his claes, on wi'
his nichtcap, into the sheets, doun wi' his head on the bowster, and then afore
anither man could hae weel taken aff his breeks, snorin awa wi' a great open
mouth, without a single dream ever travellin through his fancy ! What wad
be the harm o' pittin him to death?
NORTH.
What ! murder a man for not dreaming, James ?
SHEPHERD.
Na — but for no dreamin, and for snorin at the same time. WThat for blaw
a trumpet through the haill house at the dead o' nicht, just to tell that you've
lost your soul and your senses, and become a breathin clod? What a blow
it maun be to a man to marry a snorin woman ! Think o' her during the haill
hinnymoon, resting her head, with a long gurgling snorting snore, on her hus-
band's bosom !
Tickler is a fine old boy; which ex- he manfully sustains his share in the
pression we use, not in its general conversation. His humorous specu-
and familiar sense, but intending to lations on the duties of a polygamist
convey the idea of the uncommon (p. 34) serve to show his comic vein,
union of an old head with a young and, though the soberest and most
heart. Of singular height, great ac- discriminating of critics, he can some-
tivity, and with " een like daggers," times give his fancy the fling, as when
and " maist amazin appeteete " (in he describes how Malvina stole his
which he is by no means unrivalled breeches, at the beginning of Nox III. ;
by his co-bon-vivants, whose powers and for his descriptive powers, take
of eating and drinking are not the this little bit of landscape and water-
least singular of their endowments), scape : —
TICKLER.
The Falls of the Clyde are majestic. Over Corra Linn the river rolls ex-
ultingly ; and, recovering itself from that headlong plunge, after some trou-
bled struggles among the shattered cliffs, away it floats in stately pomp, dally-
ing with the noble banks, and subsiding into a deep bright foaming current.
Then what woods and groves crowning the noble rocks ! How cheerful laughs
the cottage pestered by the spray ! and how vivid the verdure on each ivied
ruin ! The cooing of the cushats is a solemn accompaniment to the cataract,
and aloft in heaven the choughs reply to that voice of the Forest. — P. 52.
1855.]
North and the Noctes.
399
The idea of motion is conveyed in
the flow of words in this passage as
happily as in the celebrated lines
where Ajax, " striving some rock's
vast weight to throw," is contrasted
with "the swift Camilla" scouring
the plain.
But North— North of the Noctes—
is but an adumbration of the complete
Christopher. Unto us he hath a spell
beyond his share in those festive
meetings. First we knew and loved
him, while we were as yet un-
breeched, in his SPORTING JACKET,
that remarkable garment about which
so many memories cluster. Faithfully
did we follow him in his career, from
his first attempt at shooting swallows
with a horse-pistol, to the moment, half-
sad, half- exulting, when the adolescent
Kit, leaning on his long single-barrel,
stands over the curlew, victim to his
unerring aim, and grieves that its
wild cry will be heard no more — from
the capture of the baggy, out of whose
maw he scoops the pin, and subse-
quently exults in the scales adhering
to his thumb, to the death of the
mighty salmon of the Tweed. Not
unfruitful of results was that epoch
in our literary life and opinions — first
in the purchase of a rusty musket,
whose lock was fastened to the brass-
bound stock by a supplementary screw
of great solidity and power, about the
size of a linch-pin, which we got for
five shillings from a poaching shoe-
maker, and which was luckily found
under our bed and confiscated before
we had blown ourselves to atoms at
the first discharge — and, secondly, in
the secret production of a paper in
the same style as that we so much
admired, where, under the pseudonym
of South, as having some magnetic
relation to North, we set forth, in
imitative phraseology, our own early
initiation into rabbit-shooting, being
accompanied in our imaginary sport-
ing excursions by our parent, whom
(he being of the nautical profession)
we filially and periphrastically alluded
to as ua sou of the sea," thereby
genealogically representing ourself as
grandson to the Ocean. Our diligence
in prosecuting this secret and brilliant
work was very praiseworthy. In
dusky corners, where we were sup-
posed to be acquainting ourself with
syntax, under apple-trees in the
orchard, and acacias in the shrub-
bery, it continued to expand, the
death of each rabbit being chronicled
with the minuteness of a hero slain
before Troy, until one day at dinner
we were blasted into nothing by hear-
ing choice phrases of our own coining,
existing only in the pages of this
cherished production, bandied signifi-
cantly round the table. The roots of
our hair became suddenly instinct
with fire, emitting sparks which we
felt like a palpable halo of shame ;
our ordinary under-clothing seemed
exchanged for the horse-hair peniten-
tial shirt of an early martyr ; and the
last sound we remember hearing as,
with the conviction that we were dis-
covered and betrayed, we subsided,
glowing and tingling, in our red-hot
sand-bath, was the chuckle of the
son of the sea himself at hearing his
own historical appellation.
Next came Christopher on Colon-
say, splendidly absurd in equestrian-
ism, performing his involuntary cir-
cuits on his runaway steed round the
great square of Edinburgh, at the
fourth or fifth of which u there was a
ringing of lost stirrups and much
holding of the mane ; " and the race
he subsequently rode against Sitwell
" in a saddle and holsters weighing
about a couple of stone, which had
originally belonged to the great Mar-
quis of Montrose," of the truth of all
which we were as firmly persuaded
then as we still are of the existence of
the Blue Parlour. Then those charm-
ing papers on Christmas Books, de-
scribing several varieties of young
lady, each of whom we madly loved
as she came forward to receive her
gift-volume ; and those slashing re-
views, in which literary offenders were
hoisted for punishment, and made to
feel themselves, over and above the
pain, in a situation as miserably ridi-
culous as a culprit schoolboy, when
the master in the old story-books said,
" Take him up," he having been pre-
viously ordered to take something
down, viz. the plural garment of
tweed, doeskin, or corduroy, which
at ordinary times and seasons is but-
toned over the blue jacket, beneath
which his heart now palpitates so
wildly. The glee with which these
scourgings were administered was of
a tremendous kind, scarifying and
400
scalping, yet depriving the subject
operated on of the sympathy else due
to his severe expiation, by the comic
light thrown over his sufferings. The
kettle is so dexterously adjusted to
his unhappy tail, that, though yon
perceive the full terror of the victim,
and know that, inevitably driven mad
by the infliction, his career will be
ended by a pitchfork under some
hedge in a lane, counties off, you
laugh in spite of yourself at his con-
tortions, and join in the shout which
greets him as he scours clattering by
on his way to extinction.
And behind this many-sided mask
lurked, half-seen, the Professor him-
self, the real man — the gipsy-queller,
salmon -killer, grouse and red -deer
shooter, scholar, critic, essayist, poet
— landing at one time a salmon, at
another a sophism — now bringing
down a black cock, now a political
opponent — Wilson lending reality to
North, North mystery to Wilson, the
brilliant imposing whole silencing de-
traction, terrifying enmity, and in-
spiring admirers with reverence, till
the combined name stood of foremost
mark in Scotland.
Perhaps the most remarkable faculty
of this remarkable man is his humour,
a gift never bestowed in any high
degree without great accompaniments
in sufficient measure to constitute
genius. The warrant which it gives
of mental superiority can never be
forged. Other charms of style may
be imitated— we may get sentiment,
pathos, and wit, all Brummagem, to
look very like the precious metals ;
but humour depends on inimitable,
though universally recognisable, graces
and felicities. The more laborious the
copy the more signal the failure, and
the aspiring impostor, instead of soar-
North and the Nodes. [Oct.
ing in buoyant airy currents hither
and thither, catching echoes of mirth-
ful applause from below, looks more
goose than eagle, when, after flapping
his short wings on the edge of the
eminence he has laboriously climbed
to, he casts himself off with the grace
of a cat in bladders, and flaps and
flutters towards the ground, in what
he thinks may pass for a flight, but
what the aggrieved witnesses of his
calamitous attempt know to be a dizzy
and dismal tumble. In our days,
besides the numerous pretenders, there
are many genuine " professors of ap-
prehension," as Beatrice calls them —
men who can turn a jest neatly, and
make you laugh for sentences together ;
but modern times have seen but three
great masters of humour in England,
triply gilding our boyhood with the
bright light of merriment — Dickens,
Sam Slick, and Christopher North.
Of all the varieties of humour, none
can be attempted with less hope of
success than North's. It does not
depend on odd turns of expression, or
quaint incongruities between style and
subject, but springs from the keenest
sense of absurdity, ever open to the
most eccentric images, and so com-
pletely under control, that, with the
wish to invest a thing or person with
ridicule, the situation, position, or ac-
tion required for the purpose suggests
itself at once ; the business is done in
a sentence, and place and dignity can
no more stave off derision than King
Solomon's throne, had he been com-
pelled to sit on it in the cap and bells
of a jester.
As an instance, we will give a pas-
sage from page 141. They have been
talking of the presumption of some
writers on political economy whom
they deride each in his own style : —
TICKLER.
About a thousand editors of pelting journals, and three times that number of
understrappers " upon the establishment," think themselves able to correct the
errors of Adam Smith. " We cannot help being surprised that Adam Smith,"
&c. ; and then the dunce, shutting his eyes, and clenching his fists, without the
slightest provocation, runs his numskull bang against the illustrious sage.
NORTH.
Adam never so much as inclines from the centre of gravity— while the
periodical meal-monger, leaving only some white on the sleeve of the old
gentleman's coat, which is easily brushed off by the hand, reels off into the
ditch, as if he had been repelled from the wall of a house, and is extricated
by some good-natured friend, who holds him up, dirty and dripping, to the
derision of all beholders.
1855.]
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401
SHEPHERD.
It's perfectly true, that a' the newspaper chiels speak out bauldly upon the
principles and yeleraents o' the science — and though I'm wullin to alloo that
there's some verra clever fallows amang them, yet oh I man, its mair than
laughable, for it's loathsome, to hear them ca'in that ower kittle for Sir Walter
that's sae easy to themselves, wha write, in my opinion, a sair splutterin
style, as to language,— and, as to thocht, they gang roun' and roun', and
across and reacross, back'ards and forrits, out o' ae yett and in at anither, now
loupin ower the hedges, and now bringin doun the stane-wa's, — sometimes
playin plouter into a wat place up to the oxters, and sometimes stumblin
amang stanes, — now rionin fast fast, like a jowler on the scent, and then
sittin doun on a knowe, and yowlin like a collie at the moon, — in short, like
a fou fallow that has lost his way in a darkish nicht, and after sax hours' sair
and unavailing travel, is discovered snoring sound asleep on the road-side by
decent folk riding in to the market.
Ridicule is a weapon as potent as it
is difficult to wield ; few the gymnasts
that can effectively sway the trenchant
blade without tottering overbalanced.
What numberless shams and absur-
dities — Palmerston Administrations,
poetastings, Peace Societies, Vienna
conferences, — all peculiarly open to
Christopherian assault, stalk about
without meeting half the derision they
deserve for want of a North !
Whether in light or serious mood,
the prevailing quality of his mind is
force. Whatever the subject, or what-
ever the vein in which he treats it —
whether reproducing a landscape,
discussing a book, dissecting a char-
acter, or retracing the steps of some
famous day's sport — the same power
is apparent, impelling the stream of
thought into the minutest ramifications
of the subject, and making his lighter
fancies resemble the relaxation of a
jovial giant. Here, again, we have a
quality impossible to simulate. Re-
finement of style may be attained by
practice, so may logical clearness ;
and many men whom nature never
designed for story-tellers, have lived
to construct respectable novels and
romances. The industrious Mr Rab-
bit studies Scott, detects the princi-
ples he worked on, and with much
mechanical skill produces, by the
dozen, novels which, equally re-
moved from genius and folly, shall
lead the reader's attention onward,
and leave him as dubious of the re-
sult up to the last page as when he
perused Waverley. But practice,
though it may enable a man to keep
three balls in the air, or to fence well,
will never give him the power to
rend, like the Douglas, uan earth-
fast stone," and "send the fragment
through the sky." An ordinary writer
can no more feign force of style than
add a cubit to his stature ; no more
wield the weapons of North than
bend the bow of Ulysses.
The value, nay essentiality, of
these characteristics of force and hu-
mour in carrying out the scheme of
such a work as the Noctes, in perpe-
tually sustaining the ever-varying in-
terest of the devious discourse, and
touching the subject as it shifts with
the bright relief of laughter, is at
once apparent. Do but imagine snch
a work executed by some even of our
best authors — think how, lost in the
mazes of the plan, one would inevit-
ably deviate into twaddle, another
into prosing, a third into elegant fee-
bleness, a fourth into flippancy. Set
some popular and really good writer,
though lacking the aforesaid requi-
sites, to work in this way, and do but
think of his wretched efforts to wan-
der back again to a beaten path out
of bramble-bushes and dry wells, torn
and bedraggled — of the smile at once
hopeless and silly with which he
would gaze round him from the
dreary summit of some impracticable
subject looking pleasant in the dis-
tance but leading nowhere, whence
North would have descended with the
graceful agility of harlequin vaulting
through a flapped window, simulta-
neously giving old Pantaloon a whack
that makes him stare again, and
sends the audience into fits ; — how
the mistaken man would, under the
impression that his readers were
cheerfully following him, pursue his
solitary way, on some favourite
though broken-winded hobby, like
402
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Cruikshank's deaf postilion trotting
away with the fore-wheels of the dis-
located chaise, and leaving in the
road the body of the vehicle with the
enamoured couple whom he was con-
veying to Gretna ; — how, on instinc-
tively becoming aware that he was
disgusting his readers, and really had
nothing to say worth saying, he
would, in a playful attempt to amuse,
gambol with the ease of a stout old
lady with elephantiasis in both legs ;
— how, in short, after making it at
every step more painfully apparent
that he possessed not the multifarious
requisites for the enterprise, he would
at length, bewildered by frequent
failure, stand stock-still, fatuous and
open-mouthed, till some good-natured
friend drew him by the coat-tails
with gentle force from the melancholy
scene.
Famous as the Professor's name
was to our fathers, it is quite possible
that the intelligent youth of Great
Britain, or rather we will say of
England, up to two or three and
twenty years of age, are partially
ignorant of it, or, at any rate, to
many of them he is merely a great
name : and as the name is a common
one, such of them as are naturalists
will, perhaps, on hearing of the re-
publication of Wilson's writings, con-
found them with those of the eminent
ornithologist, while the more devout
among ouryoung friends may imagine
them to be religious works by the au-
thor of the Sacra Privata. But " nolo
episcopari," says North — " Don't
confound me with the bishop ; " and as
for the bird-fancier, keenly, it is true,
has our Christopher studied ornitho-
logy, but it has been on a moor or a
grouse mountain, double-barrel in
hand, and with Ponto and Sancho for
associates. Sportsman, poet, philo-
sopher, humourist, critic — as such
was he dear to the last generation,
and as such he reappears to the pre-
sent. Let us introduce the characters
of the Noctes to our dear young
friend : Mr North, Mr Tickler, the
Ettrick Shepherd, — our young friend,
intelligent, appreciative, and reveren-
tial. Be seated, young sir. To-mor-
row you shall give us thanks for the
pleasant evening you have spent,
floating on the stream of discourse
with such companions, discussing
[Oct.
works now classic, men now histo-
rical, and catching as you go breezes
heather - scented, and glimpses of
Highland lochs and glens in the
mountains.
Or suppose now, if instead of enjoy-
ing an evening after this fashion, you
accept any of the invitations to din-
ner sticking in the mirror over your
mantelpiece, and go into real society,
what there can you hope to find
worthy of replacing these ideal jovial-
ities ? Of course, we begin by pre-
suming you are not in love, because if
you are, and the object of your affec-
tions is absent, you are absent also in
the spirit, and the bodily appearance
which sits at table and passes for you,
is a mere clod of the valley in em-
broidered waistcoat and coral buttons,
incapable of relishing either the wit or
the cookery, of being stimulated into
vitality by conversation, curry, or
claret ; whereas, if she be at your side
you think her teeming with wit pass-
ing the wit of women, though she
should never have opened her mouth
except to ask for mustard, while all
the wearisome twaddle talked around
you conveys a dim and delicious sense
of social enjoyment and intellectual
power ; and you go away convinced
that everybody agrees with you in
thinking this the most delightful din-
ner-party ever known, and little sus-
pecting that the rest of the guests
pronounce, with one voice, you, who
were formerly thoughtrather amusing,
to have become absolutely idiotic ever
since you took that fancy for Fanny.
But we will supposethat,quiteheart-
free, and otherwise qualified for social
give-and-take, you proceed to dine
with some Mrs Leo Hunter, who aims
at making her menagerie a Holland
House, and who, partly from private
friendship, partly from respect to your
literary talents (you being suspected
of writing in the poet's corner of the
principal newspaper of your native
county), has invited you to meet some
of the greatest celebrities of the day.
That poet whose works first opened
the latent vein of sentiment in your
own mind— the novelist whose peculiar
humour you find socongenial — and the
great critic who, in praise or censure,
seems to look down from a monthly or
quarterly eminence on these and all
other master-spirits of the time, are
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403
to meet in harmonious rivalry; the
critic starting subjects of discourse,
which the novelist will treat in his
own peculiar vein, with a fine bass
accompaniment of deep feeling from
the poet, and the critic coming in
again at intervals to throw over the
whole the charm of conversational
skill; while you, sharp-set as Boswell,
and twice as appreciative, will feast
and batten on the intellectual banquet,
and carry away fragments enough to
make you the wonder and delight of
the lesser circles in which you com-
monly revolve for the remainder of
your natural life. Tremulously, yet
hopefully, you enter the room and get
through the introduction. Despite
the disappointing appearance and
manner of the three great men, you
persist, during fish and soup, in prac-
tising towards them the parasitical
adulation which you intend for the
homage due to genius ; with the en-
trees you begin to suspect that the no-
velist cannot afford to be colloquially
pleasant, and that the critic shines
principally in print: the haunch settles
the hash of both these luminaries; with
the cheese vanishes the last lingering
prestige which still illuminated the
poet, whose silence, you at length un-
willingly perceive, is quite as much
owing to stupidity as shyness — and
three stars have fallen out of the con-
stellation Leo, never to reappear to
your astronomical gaze. Not only do
they refuse to be amusing themselves,
but they turn on the efforts of others
a damned disinheriting countenance, so
that the only sally which, in your first
exhilaration, you attempted, was ap-
preciated by nobody except your
hostess, an old lady in a turban, whose
laugh ended in a choke; after her
dubious recovery from which she re-
marked, apologetically, that you were
41 such a funny creature," — an opinion
which nobody responded to.
Or you have arranged to dine at
your club — say the Rag — with Cutler
and Keene, fellows, by Jove, who,
though they choose to fritter away
their fine powers chiefly in conviviality,
might be anything they liked, sir !
You order the dinner yourself. Juli-
enne soup, soles, roast lamb, duck and
pease, both just approaching puberty,
and lobster salad, and jelly, all light
conversational dishes, moistened with
nothing but sparkling Moselle at din-
ner, and claret after, port, sherry, and
Madeira being fulsome and oppressive.
Nothing can be finer than the fun for
the first half-hour after dinner ; tap
after tap delivered with the right
fencing grace ; ministers, generals,
authors, and the press discussed with
sportive sparkling wisdom, and all
going merry as a marriage - bell,
when that cursed question arose, no-
body knows how, as to whether
Grinder or Grubb wrote that article in
the Westminster, which appeared,
Keene says seven, Cutler eight, years
ago. From that moment the demon
of discord has it all his own way — the
phantoms of Grinder and Grubb pre-
sently vanish in the wide field ot
debate into which the disputants
wander, reasoning in circles, mistak-
ing assertion for proof, shifting their
ground, begging the question, losing
sight of it altogether, and performing
all the logic-defying feats which distin-
guish after-dinner argument, till, wak-
ing cold and with a headache about
two in the morning from a temporary
slumber, in which you had taken
refuge with your face among the wal-
nut shells, you find Cutler and Keene
just leaving the club, and grimly
bidding each other good-night with
feelings of violent animosity, each
persuaded that the other is the most
obstinate ass in existence, and ter-
minating in this agreeable manner
the evening which you had intended
should be worthy to be marked with
a white stone.
If, instead of these futile attempts
at social enjoyment, you eat your
solitary steak quietly in your robe-de-
chambre and slippers, after a couple
of glasses draw your chair to the fire,
which responds warmly and cheer-
fully to your persuasive poke, and
opening the magic drab-coloured paper
boards, transfer yourself to Ambrose's,
none of these disappointments can
possibly await you. Nothing but the
untimely extinction of the lamp, from
failure of wick or bad oil, or some
accursed moth smothering the flame
of the candle with his ill-timed suttee,
can disperse the genial assembly of
fun and wisdom a minute before the
end of the volume. The Shepherd is
ever eloquent, North ever gracious,
Tickler always responsive and socia-
404 North and the Nodes. [Oct.
ble; and should the subject-matter that abstracted meal, where, absorbed
of discourse flag for a page or two, in the book beside his plate, he had
you may skip, or even vault, in per- attempted to eat his egg without
feet security that you let slip no impor- looking at it, daubing cheeks and chin
tant thread of story in doing so, and horridly with the yolk, while the cat,
are certain to land yourself in fresh after devouring on the love-embroi-
fields of imagery, description, or criti- dered cushion of a neighbouring sofa
cisrn. This makes the Nodes espe- his only mutton-chop, returned to
cially eligible perusal for those whose wash down the ill-gotten morsel by
avocations only permit them to read inserting her head in the cream -jug,
in snatches. We can picture to our- and lapping up the contents unmo-
self some high-minded clerk in the lested. No social circle beams for
public offices, framed for better things, him. London is a desert; but at
wending his way of a morning to Ambrose's there is an invisible chair
Downing Street, where he has daily where he may sit unnoticed and hear
and hourly to do the bidding of the converse high.
present ministry, like an Ariel, com- Here is a bit of castle -building
pelled to fulfil the bests of some which a Rich ter- worshipping friend as-
damned witch or foul magician, and sures us is like a felicitous fragment of
enlivening the road by the recollec- Jean Paul, idol of the Teutons. The
tion of such a passage as we are Shepherd is describing a calm as a con-
about to quote, perused at breakfast, trast to a storm he has first painted, —
SHEPHERD.
I'm wrapped up in my plaid, and lyin a' my length on a bit green platform,
fit for the fairies' feet, wi' a craig hangin ower me a thousand feet high, yet
bright and balmy a' the way up wi' flowers and briars, and broom and birks,
and mosses maist beautifu' to behold wi' half-shut ee, and through aneath
ane's arm guardin the face frae the cloudless sunshine !
NORTH.
A rivulet leaping from the rock
SHEPHERD.
No, Mr North, no loupiu ; for it seems as if it were nature's ain Sabbath,
and the verra waters were at rest. Look down upon the vale profound, and
the stream is without motion ! No doubt, if you were walking along the bank,
it would be murmuring with your feet. But here — here up among the hills,
we can imagine it asleep, even like the well within reach of my staff !
NORTH.
Tickler, pray make less noise, if you can, in drinking, and also in putting
down your tumbler. You break in upon the repose of James's picture.
SHEPHERD.
Perhaps a bit bonny butterfly is resting, wi' faulded wings, on a gowan, no
a yard frae your cheek ; and noo, waukening out o' a simmer dream, floats
awa in its wavering beauty, but as if unwilling to leave its place of mid-day
sleep, comin back and back, and roun' and roun', on this side and that side,
and ettlin in its capricious happiness to fasten again on some brighter floweret,
till the same breath o' wund that lifts up your hair sae refreshingly catches
the airy voyager, and wafts her away into some other nook of her ephemeral
paradise.
TICKLER.
I did not know that butterflies inhabited the region of snow.
SHEPHERD.
Ay, and mony million moths ; some o' as lovely green as of the leaf of the
moss-rose, and ithers bright as the blush with which she salutes the dewy
dawn ; some yellow as the long steady streaks that lie below the sun at set,
and ithers blue as the sky before his orb has westered. Spotted, too, are all
the glorious creatures' wings — say rather, starred wi' constellations ! Yet, O
sirs, they are but creatures o' a day !
NORTH.
Go on with the calm, James— the calm !
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SHEPHERD.
Gin a pile o' grass straughtens itself in silence, you hear it distinctly. I'm
thinkin that was the noise o' a beetle gaun to pay a visit to a freen on the
ither side o' that mossy stane. The melting dew quakes ! Ay, sing awa, my
bonny bee, maist industrious o' God's creatures ! Dear me, the heat is ower
muckle for him ; and he burrows himsel in amang a tuft o' grass, like a beetle
panting ! and noo invisible a' but the yellow doup o' him. I too feel drowsy,
and will go to sleep amang the mountain solitude.
NORTH.
Not with such a show of clouds
SHEPHERD.
No ! not with such a show of clouds. A congregation of a million might
worship in that Cathedral ! What a dome ! And is not that flight of steps
magnificent? My imagination sees a crowd of white-robed spirits ascending
to the inner shrine of the temple. Hark — a bell tolls ! Yonder it is, swinging
to and fro, half-minute time, in its tower of clouds. The great air-organ 'gins
to blow its pealing anthem — and the overcharged spirit falling from its vision,
sees nothing but the pageantry of earth's common vapours — that erelong will
melt in showers, or be wafted away in darker masses over the distance of the
sea. Of what better stuff, O Mr North, are made all our waking dreams ?
Call not thy Shepherd's strain fantastic ; but look abroad over the work-day
world, and tell him where thou seest aught more steadfast or substantial than
that cloud-cathedral, with its flight of vapour-steps, and its mist towers, and
its air- organ, now all gone for ever, like the idle words that imaged the tran-
sitory and delusive glories.
The editor, who assures us that the the Teutonic gutturals to read Goethe
Scotch of the dialogues is of the most and Jean Paul, why not devote a
classical description, has appended short space of attention to the Ian-
foot-notes explaining the hardest guage of the Shepherd?
words. One consequence we foresee Many of the topics have great
from the republication of the Noctes, interest just now ; for instance, at
is the universal study of the northern page 77, the trio discourse as fol-
dialect. French, German, and Italian lows on the power of war to afford
masters will find their occupation fitting subject and inspiration to the
gone. If it is worth while mastering poet : —
TICKLER.
True. But military war is much harder to conceive in poetry. Our army
is not an independent existence, having for ages a peculiar life of its own.
It is merely an arm of the nation, which it stretches forth when need requires.
Thus though there are the highest qualities in our soldiery, there is scarcely
the individual life which fits a body of men to belong to poetry.
NORTH.
In Schiller's Camp of Wallenstein there is individual life given to soldiers,
and with fine effect. But I do not see that the army of Lord Wellington,
all through the war of the Peninsula, though the most like a continued
separate life of anything we have had in the military way, comes up to
poetry.
TICKLER.
Scarcely, North. I think that if an army can be viewed poetically, it
must be merely considering it as the courage of the nation, clothed in shape,
and acting in visible energy ; and to that tune there might be warlike strains
for the late war. But then it could have nothing of peculiar military life,
but would merge in the general life of the nation. There could be no camp
life.
SHEPHERD.
I don't know, gentlemen, that I follow you, for I am no great scholar.
But allow me to say, in better English than I generally speak, for that
beautiful star— Venus, I suspec, or perhaps Mars— in ancient times they
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shone together— that if any poet, breathing the spirit of battle, knew inti-
mately the Peninsular War, it would rest entirely with himself to derive
poetry from it or not. Every passion that is intense may be made the
groundwork of poetry ; and the passion with which the British charge the
French is sufficiently intense, I suspec, to ground poetry upon. Not a critic
of the French School would deny it.
Warden of the Cinque Ports — and so
ascending from triumph to triumph,
from honour to honour, till the popu-
lation of Edinburgh throngs out to
join in one wild uproar of applause,
in greeting Duke Christopher re-
turning from the East.
Yes, he would have made a fine
soldier, but more fitted to shine before
Troy than before Sebastopol. Not in
our days, or in our army, is the race to
the swift, the battle to the strong. Per-
chance the Norths might not have been
connected with any family in power,
or perchance there might have been
some adverse star in the ascendant
at the Horse Guards, or some of those
numerous causes which blight the
military aspirant might have kept
him back, while flippancy and incom-
petence were raised to the high places,
and distinctions, missing him, alighted
on heads never meant for honour,
till, wearied and soured — but no,
North was too loyal for a grumbler.
Maimed and obscure, but conscious of
having done his duty, he might have
lived through the war to retire on a
stipend just capable of keeping him
in wooden legs, and have beguiled
the long leisure of lameness by writ-
ing the Noctes painfully with his left
hand, his right having been long since
disabled by a bullet in the trenches
before the Redan. So, on maturely
weighing both sides of the question,
we will not regret that his paths were
paths of peace.
No picture-gallery in the world con-
tains scenery more varied and vivid
than the pages of the Noctes. We
know not what great master would
have best rendered this Burning of
the Heather — perhaps Rembrandt.
Seldom has Mars offered to the
Muses a more attractive spectacle
than now, as he stands erect, and,
strangling Plutus with his left hand,
waves his right to Venus, who
stretches her white arms lovingly
towards him across the sea. What
a soldier North would have made !
What fiery valour, what chivalrous
devotion, what energy of command !
By soldier we mean general and
commander-in-chief, — or, if he held a
lesser command, it should be the
cavalry, and that entirely independ-
ent. He would advance from Eupa-
toria to cut the communications of
the enemy with the same confidence
as he used to invade Cockaigne,
throwing out his skirmishers, cover-
ing his flanks, and always mindful of
the commissariat. What a gleam in
his eye when he caught sight of the
marshalled hordes of the enemy on that
wide green horizon! — what a trum-
pet-clearness in his word to charge !
— what splendour in the rush, at once
wild and majestic, with which he
would lead the line of sparkling
helmets and dark Busbies against
the northern hosts, cleaving, repell-
ing, and scattering them, and weary
only of smiting when the foe no
longer resisted but fled, crouching on
the mane ! — Elected unanimously to
the chief command, he moulds Pelis-
sier to his potent will — the weak
point of the garrison is detected, and
after a brief cannonade, hark! — the
rush of the stormers and the cheer
of Zouave and Guardsman charging
along the streets of the captured
city ! — Then the gazettes and tributes
of a grateful country — Sir Christo-
pher North, G.C.B.— Lord North,
SHEPHERD.
Was you ever at the burning o' heather or whins, Mr North ?
NORTH.
I have, and have enjoyed the illuminated heavens.
TICKLER.
Describe.
NORTH.
In half-an-hour from the first spark,, the hill glowed with fire unextinguish-
able by waterspout. The crackle became a growl, as acre after acre joined
1855.] North and the Nodes. 407
the flames. Here and there a rock stood in the way, and the burning waves
broke against it, till the crowning birch-tree took fire, and its tresses, like a
shower of flaming diamonds, were in a minute consumed. Whirr, whirr,
played the frequent gor-cock, gobbling in his fear ; and, swift as shadows, the
old hawks flew screaming from their young, all smothered in a nest of ashes.
TICKLER.
Good— excellent !— Go it again.
NORTH.
The great pine-forest on the mountain-side, two miles off, frowned in
ghastly light, as in a stormy sunset — and you could see the herd of red deer,
a whirlwind of antlers, descending, in their terror, into the black glen, whose
entrance gleamed once — twice — thrice, as if there had been lightning ; and
then, as the wind changed the direction of the flames, all the distance sunk in
dark repose.
TICKLER.
Vivid colouring, indeed, sir. Paint away.
NORTH.
That was an eagle that shot between and the moon.
TICKLER.
What an image !
NORTH.
Millions of millions of sparks of fire in heaven, but only some six or seven
stars. How calm the large lustre of Hesperus !
TICKLER.
James, what do you think of that, eh ?
SHEPHERD.
Didna ye pity the taids and paddocks, and asks and beetles, and
slaters and snails and spiders, and worms and ants, and caterpillars and
bumbees, and a' the rest o' the insect-world, perishin in the flamin nicht o'
their last judgment?
NORTH.
In another season, James, what life, beauty, and bliss over the verdant
wilderness! There you see and hear the bees busy on the white clover —
while the lark comes wavering down from heaven, to sit beside his mate on
her nest ! Here and there are still seen the traces of fire, but they are nearly
hidden by flowers.
A grand piece, like a storm by lers, stretching against the grey sky,
some great musician, where sunshine noiseless and motionless, though a
follows the thunder. So does Nature breeze waved the living forest, and
ever essay to hide the traces of de- the pines, whispering as they bent
struction. We remember once, while and swayed to its wing, seemed to
pursuing a moose in the woods of be telling the weird secrets of that
Maine, over snow frozen to a hardness ghostly scene, fit for lost spirits
and smoothness unattained by Mac- to wander in, for ever desolate. A
adam, the devious track through that hunter, of a race of redskins wellnigh
white world led us to the borders of extinct, leaned on his rifle, and told
a region swept years before by a fire how, many years before, he, then a
in the forest. The stately pine, with boy, had fled for life through these
its deep green canopy, the feathery woods, pursued by the crackling
pointed firs, with their flake-roofed roaring flames, which made the forest
bending branches, the deep hemlock behind him one endless furnace, where
swamps, where black foliage and stems trees glowed and shrivelled in a long
and snow were huddled and heaped in perspective of shadowless fire, and
a wild tangle, as of ebony inlaid on before whose hot breath lie dashed on
ivory — all vanished ; and instead, in his race with red destruction to-
there sprung from the undulating wards the river below, and found
desert only the grim charred skele- shelterinits welcome waters. Therehe
tons of trees, bare, spectral, and omin- crouched, while there swarmed round
ous, with black branches, like ant- him the wild beasts and venomed
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snakes of the forest, their savage in-
stincts quelled in the fear of burning,
and the flames spreading to the other
bank, and darting down like fierce
serpents, till he and all the other
living creatures scarce dared to gasp
at the surface for those breaths which
scorched their vitals, formed an arch
beneath which the river, reddened to
a bright glow, flowed on in a long
vista of terrible beauty. Yet even on
this blasted spot the soil, scarred but
not desolated, had re-clad itself in
verdure, now hidden by the snow,
except where the tops of the infant
forest peeped through, and was in
summer filled with birds and fruits
and humming life.
We remember to have somewhere
heard, read, or dreamed, a kind of
lament, that such a genius as North's
should have written itself on his age
in such desultory characters, and
should not rather, with labour and
thought, have left some complete and
magnificent literary edifice, construct-
ed by stricter rules, as an enduring
testimony of its powers. No reader
and appreciator of the Nodes will
experience such vain and shallow re-
grets. It is better to have the Krem-
lin and the Parthenon than two Par-
thenons, — and something like the
northern structure, vast, various, emi-
nently picturesque, sometimes grot-
esque in its quaintness, often sublime
in its savage grandeur, with dark
corners of mystery, and nooks bright
with sport and enjoyment, and always
teeming with life and interest, is the
monument left to the world by Chris-
topher North. None but a mind of
unequalled richness could venture to
range, as his does, without other limits
than the chances of discourse. Mat-
ters the highest and the lowest, of
recondite philosophy and of everyday
life, are connected by links slender,
yet perfectly natural, and of quaint
and various design, into a chain rich
with ornament. Every subject in
turn, and all alike, are treated with
the fulness and luxuriance generally
bestowed only on some pet theme.
Such evidence of rare power leaves
nothing to regret. Novelists and
dramatists must have some tambonr-
frame of plot on which to embroider
their characters and scenes — essayists
must acknowledge the efficacy of rule
and compass in enabling them to ex-
press the results of thought, reading,
and experience ; and on their inge-
nuity and constructive power often
depends, in great measure, the success
of their work. But when an author,
taking us, like some genie, by the
hand, leads us, with no apparent
choice of path, through scenes now
wild, now familiar — sometimes by
dark glens and gloomy forests, some-
times through cheerful streets, where
the common sights of daily life are
suddenly bright with interest — away
across wide moors haunted by the
gor-cock and curlew, to the deep ra-
vine where we are made to pause and
listen to the waterfall before being
taken into the cottage on its bank,
and shown not only the faces but the
hearts of its inhabitants — and then,
with a heigh presto ! off to Princes
Street, where the passengers on the
pavement have a new meaning in
their ordinary faces — now saddened
with a tale of pathos, now convulsed
with laughter — we acknowledge a
power which has more resemblance to
inspiration than the spirit which dic-
tates either brilliant romance or pro-
found philosophy.
Now is Maga like some fair widow
who sees stalwart boys, blooming
daughters, and laughing children of
sweet promise, around her. Cheerful
and bright, diffusing light through the
household, and bringing pleasure to
many a circle, she ceases not to re-
member him who was her pride, who
has left on her mind, and the minds
of her numerous offspring, the impress
of his powerful spirit. The feelings
with which, in moments sacred to
memory, she reperuses the letters of
her lost and wedded love — dwelling
with fondness on the well-known cha-
racters, her eyes blinded with tears
even while her lips smile brightly,
mirth broken by sighs, weeping dashed
with soft laughter — are such as Maga
experiences in reviewing the writings
and recalling the genius of North.
CAMP BEFORE SEBASTOPOL, 1st September.
1855.]
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PART XI. — BOOK III.
CHAPTER XVII. — WANDERINGS.
BUT Sylvo's place, which was very
well for a visit of two or three weeks,
did not retain its attractions for a
longer residence, and there was no
telling when the unhappy house at
Twickenham might be habitable. Mr
and Mrs Cumberland were people
happily independent of fashion; it
mattered very little to them that
" the season " was ending, and people
rushing everywhere out of London.
Mrs Cumberland was suddenly seized
with a desire to spend a few weeks
in town; and Mary — albeit Mary
was by no means so indifferent to
fashion as her mother was — eagerly
seconded the proposal. It was in
vain that Sylvo, somewhat discomfit-
ed, echoed Mr Mansfield's protest
that there was "nobody" in town.
" There are a great many charming
people, my dear Sylvo," said Mrs
Cumberland. " I am thankful to say
my friends are not of an exclusive
caste ; /can find some one worth visit-
ing in London all the year round."
" London in August ! I admire
your taste, I am sure, Maria Anna,"
said Mrs Burtonshaw. But even
these dreadful sarcasms of Mrs Bur-
tonshaw did not deter her sister.
Sylvo had found no opportunity of
giving Zaidee that other chance. He
thought it might be as prudent to
leave her time to contrast this place
of his, and all the delights and
honours of which its mistress would
have full possession, with " some
shabby house in London," where his
own graceful attentions would be
wanting. One of Mrs Cumberland's
friends, who was on the wing for her
place in the country, willingly hand-
ed over her house to Mrs Cumber-
land. If not a shabby house, it was
rather a faded one, with little rooms,
and no remarkable advantages of
position, so far as these rustic people
could judge. Mrs Burtonshaw was
seized with shortness of breath the
very first day of their entry into it ;
she thanked Providence she was not
obliged to live in rooms of such pro-
portions. " Very different from
Sylvo's place, my dear," said Mrs
Burtonshaw ; u you are pale already,
Elizabeth, my sweet love ! Maria
Anna ought to have more thought
for you."
And it was very true that Zaidee
was pale, and that the mother of
Sylvo was more and more impressed
with the attachment to her son,
which was so apparent. Mary's soft
cheek, too, owned a flutter of variable
colour, but this Mrs Burtonshaw did
not notice. The good lady audibly
wondered whether Mr Vivian, or
that pretty sweet Mrs Bernard Mor-
ton, would still be in town ; but Mrs
Burtonshaw was not quite aware
how important a question this was
to both her young companions, or
how often their thoughts made the
same inquiry. But when they had
been a week or two in London, it
grew sufficiently evident that Mr
Percy Vivian was not in town. Seve-
ral of Mrs Cumberland's " charming "
acquaintances, who were of the circle
of Percy's worshippers, reported that
he had gone home to Cheshire ; and
that Mrs Morton, though still de-
tained by her husband's parlia-
mentary duties, was also preparing
to go — " everybody, " indeed, was in
the flutter of departure; even the
good people who could only afford a
fortnight's holiday, and who were
innocent of fashion, closed up their
windows and " went out of town."
The sunshine burned upon the Lon-
don streets, upon the hosts of people
who have no holiday, and pleasure-
seekers from the country, innocently
unaware that " all the world " had
forsaken the busy Babylon. Mrs
Cumberland almost repented of her
visit to London ; and Mary, who was
not above the horror of being un-
fashionable, began to urge retreat
again with much perseverance. They
drove down to Twickenham only to
find Mr Cumberland peering over his
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spectacles with his curious eyes at
the mass of indiscriminate rubbish
which encumbered the lawn, and
attaching turrets and pinnacles and
rounding corners at his own sweet
will, fearless of criticism. Already,
if the steamboat passengers up and
down the Thames were not the hap-
pier for Mr Cumberland's improve-
ments, they were the more amused ;
and it was even said that Mr Shenkin
Powis had undertaken a voyage as
far as Hampton Court, to survey with
horror the extremely original speci-
men of domestic architecture which
the philosopher was elaborating out
of his comfortable square box. The
holiday people on the river no longer
passed this pretty corner with silent
envy. There was always a crowd of
gazers turning their attention to
this grand effort of Mr Cumberland
for the commonweal. The acacia
on the lawn, being of a fastidious
nature, had begun to droop and
sicken in spite of the rude wooden
railings put up to protect it, and shed
its foliage in yellow flakes, no longer
upon the beautiful head of Zaidee
Vivian, or the clustering curls of
Mary Cumberland, but upon the
paper caps of plasterers, and carpen-
ters, and sandy masonic locks. " We
are getting on," said Mr Cumberland,
rubbing his hands with glee as the
ladies of his family stood by in horror-
stricken silence — " already making
progress, sister Burtonshavv. Before
the winter frosts set in, you shall see
a very different-looking building, I
assure yon, from the thing you left.
This crocket is from York, and the
work of this oriel window copied
from a beautiful example in Nurem-
berg. I do not reject authority —
far be it from me to dispute the wis-
dom of the past — but I retain my own
ideas notwithstanding, sister Eliza-
beth. But for my oversight and care,
it would be impossible to harmonise
the whole ; and I expect the science
of domestic architecture to date this
building as the first in a new period.
The buildings of the age shall be
harmonised, sister Burtonshaw ; a
character of benevolent forethought
shall be added to the conscientious
morality of Mr Shenkin Powis : there
is not an addition here which does
not represent, really or symbolically,
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the celestial attribute of benevolence ;
but I have no time to enter into
detail. No, by no means, I do not
wish you to come home ; women are
always in the way of improvements ;
and I am glad to tell you that I am
perfectly satisfied with the way we
are going on."
The visitors got into their carriage,
and drove away in respectful silence.
Mrs Burtonshaw, panting for words
in which to express her admiration
of Mr Cumberland's proceedings,
could find none sufficiently terse
and expressive; and Mrs Cumber-
land contented herself with a sigh of
relief when they emerged from the
dust with which this benevolent archi-
tecture filled the atmosphere. They
were quite cast out of their home,
these unfortunate ladies. However
benevolent the porch might be when
completed, it threw most inhospitable
obstacles in the mean time across the
familiar threshold, and access by door
or window was equally denied to
them. When they reached their
faded drawing-room, and looked out
upon the closed shutters of this ex-
tremely fashionable and dingy little
street, Mrs Burtonshaw thought it
the best possible opportunity for urg-
ing a return to Sylvo's place.
" You will go back to Essex now,
of course, Maria Anna," said Mrs
Burtonshaw ; " you will not shut up
these dear children here, to pine
away and lose their health again.
Keep up your spirits, Elizabeth, my
love — we shall soon return again — for
I am sure you looked quite a differ-
ent creature in Sylvo's place."
" But I cannot think of returning
to Sylvo's place," said Mrs Cumber-
land from her sofa. " My dear Eliza-
beth, you are very kind, but we will
take advantage of our opportunity,
and have a change of scene. I have
been thinking — we will not go to the
coast, nor to Scotland, nor any place
we have been before — we will go
into the beautiful heart of England,
my dear children. When your aunt
Burtonshaw and I were young, we
were there once many years ago ; we
will go to Malvern — we will quite
enjoy ourselves being alone. My dear
Elizabeth, I trust you have no objec-
tion ; we shall be quite hermits, and
enjoy that beautiful hill."
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411
If Mrs Burtonshaw had objections,
it did not seem that they were par-
ticularly important. Mary, being in
the state of mind to which change of
one sort or another was indispens-
able, eagerly lent her assistance, and
within a few days the little party set
out once more. "We know no one
there — we will be quite alone, Lizzy,"
said Mary, with a sigh. Perhaps
Miss Cumberland did not appreciate
as her mother did the romantic de-
lights of solitude, but Mary was eager
to set out from this desolate Lon-
don, echoing with emphasis the uni-
versal declaration that " no one
was in town." An express North-
Western train might have made
London populous in a very few
hours for Mary, but " nobody " was
in it now.
u My dear love, we will not stay
long — we will soon come back to
Sylvo's place," said Mrs Burtonshaw,
patting the beautiful head of Zaidee.
Mrs Burtonshaw thought it was
very cruel of Maria Anna to shut her
eyes to the dear child's feelings so
\vantonly. What did any one care
lur Malvern ? and it was easy to see
how deeply interested this poor dear
was in Sylvo's place.
But Zaidee bore with Avonderful
fortitude the journey which carried
her farther and farther away from
Sylvo. Zaidee's fresh young spirit,
and eyes shining with life and interest,
traced all these inland roads with
pleasure. The apple-trees on the
pathway clustered with their rus-
set fruit, and the pollard willows
bristling over every little stream —
the great Vale of Severn with its
churches and towns, and that odd
miniature mountain which has lo&t
its way so strangely, and settled it-
self in the wide flat of this level
country, where there is not another
mound to break the horizon — were
matters more interesting to Zaidee
than to any of her companions. Mrs
Cumberland was languid, and reclined
in a corner of the carriage. Mrs
Burtonshaw was interested, but de-
preciatory, making a perpetual com-
parison between Sylvo's place and
this unfamiliar country. Mary was
wandering in her own thoughts, and
noticed external matters only by fits
and starts ; and no one knew how
Zaidee's eyes brightened at the sight
of gorse and heather, and how friend-
ly looked these grassy heights of
Malvern to one who had not seen
for eight long years the rugged ele-
vation of Briarford Hill.
CHAPTER XVIII.— MALVERN.
"Are we growing old, Elizabeth?
We are not girls as we used to be,"
said Mary Cumberland. " Do you
remember when we sat in that great
room at Ulm, where mamma tried to
make us think, and we would not,
but quite made up for it when we
were by ourselves ? Do you remem-
ber all the sewing we used to do, and
all our speculations? When Aunt
Burtonshaw praised us for the one,
she never dreamt of the other, Lizzy ;
bnt we never speculate now."
u No," said Zaidee. She was pluck-
ing up the short hill-side grass unwit-
tingly with her hands, and thinking
her own private thoughts.
" I suppose we were only looking at
life then, and now we are in it," said
Mary musingly. " Nothing concerned
us very much, and we could wonder at
everything. Life is a strange thing,
Lizzy — what is the good of all these
VOL. LXXVIII.— NO. CCCCLXXX.
humdrum quiet days, do you think ?
We never do anything — were we made
for any use, do you suppose? Eliza-
beth ! why can you not answer me ?"
For Mary was as much given as
ever to a comparison of ideas, and
as curious to know her companion's
opinion ; while Zaidee, for her part,
was not very much more disposed to
u rational answers " than before.
" I think God made the days,"
said Zaidee, " and He must see
some use in them. We have to live
our lives out, however long they may
be. Do people sometimes wish for
long life, Mary ? If it was fifty years,
or sixty years, what a dreary length
of way !"
"Now, that is just in your old
strain, " said Mary Cumberland.
11 Why should it be a dreary length
of way? I have no regard for church-
yards and tombstones for my part ;
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412
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[Oct.
I am not in a hurry to live my life
out, — one may be a little dull now
and then, and wonder what is the
good of oneself, without such dismal
thoughts as these."
Zaidee made no answer. They
were seated upon the hill of Malvern,
with some grey slopes towering above
them, yet, at a considerable altitude ;
as far as they could see on every side,
a vast level of cultivated country
stretched into the skies, — low down
at their feet lay the houses of
the little town, the grey towers of
the abbey, and the setting of rich
orchards in which these habitations
were enclosed, — while striking up
from the fertile flat were little far-off
cities, sparkling with spires and gilded
weathercocks, small ancient dignified
cathedral towns, — and a faint line far
away, of broken banks over-lapping
each other, with a thin silver thread
here and there shining out between,
gave note of the Severn, treeless and
labourless, pursuing his path to the
sea. The multitude of roads map-
ping this strange wide landscape in
every direction — the morsels of vil-
lage glistening in a chance ray of
sunshine, and churches which in
fancy you could lift in your hand, so
dwarfed are they by the long distance,
— give a strange attraction to the scene.
Of itself it is not a beautiful scene,
and a dull sky sweeps down upon it,
blending its unfeatured breadths with
the clouds of the horizon ; but the
air, which has travelled many a mile
since last it encountered any emi-
nence, comes fresh and full upon this
hill-side ; and the eye, which is never
satisfied with seeing, takes in with a
peculiar gratification this singular
extent of space presented to it, and
revels in the world of air and cloud
upon that vast uninterrupted sky.
" See, there is a bold road striking
out by itself across all that wilder-
ness of fields," said Mary. " What
strange abrupt turns it takes ; but it
is not even crossed by another, so far
as I can see : that is a man's road,
Lizzy, — for my part, I do not like
travelling alone."
" It is not quite alone," said Zaidee,
speaking low. " There is a little foot-
path behind the hedge, sometimes on
one side, sometimes on the other :
some one might walk perpetually un-
der the hedgerow side by side with
the traveller on the high-road, and
he would never know."
" Well, I cannot say that makes it
much more comfortable," said Mary,
laughing. " You are mysterious to-
day, Elizabeth. I do not like your
secret people who travel under hedge-
rows. I like daylight and the broad
highway for my own share. You like
this place, do you not ? I suppose I
do ; I don't want any one to talk to
me ; I want to think, Lizzy. How far
away you can look, straining your
beautiful eyes, Mr Vivian would say.
What a weary length these days are
for August days. Heigh ho ! "
But Zaidee was so little disposed to
interrupt Mary's thoughts by talking,
that it was Mary herself who broke
the silence first. Mary was in a strange
mood of restless idleness ; she was
perpetually changing her position, as
she half sat and half reclined upon
this bank of luxuriant greensward ;
laughter that was rounded with a sigh,
and sighing which incontinently burst
into laughter, were the signs and sym-
bols of Mary's state of mind. She was
greatly in want of some little piece of
excitement; her mind had a great
deal too much scope, wandering back
and forward in a restless haste, spe-
culating on the future and on the past.
Mary, half emerged from her first en-
chanted maze, was full of a restless
disquietude ; her whole life beyond
seemed hanging upon some uncertain
decision — a nervous, anxious, trouble-
some uncertainty — a decision which
she would be ashamed to expedite by
any measures of her own. Mary was
not a little ashamed of herself for the
length her thoughts had gone already,
and scornfully scouted the idea that
" any man" held her fate in his hands.
Nevertheless, she had been an ex-
tremely imprudent guardian of her
own happiness. Mr Percy Vivian,
perhaps, might be quite unaware of
this rich gift lavished on him ; perhaps
he was aware, and did not appreciate
the possession : but whatever Mr
Percy Vivian's sentiments might be,,
there was no longer any safeguard for
Mary ; her good sense, as Aunt Bur-
tonshaw predicted, had been no de-
fence to her; she had thrown away
her heart.
" I think you are very innocent,
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413
Lizzy," said Mary, suddenly starting
from an apparent contemplation of the
landscape before her, of which land-
scape, in reality, she saw nothing.
" You never understand at all, nor
seek to understand, what all Aunt
Burtonshaw's hints and double mean-
ings are full of. There, now, you look
quite incredulous. Is it my fault if
your thoughts are always at the end
of the world ? Who can you have to
think of, Elizabeth ? I suppose you
never found out that Aunt Burton-
shaw had double meanings at all ? "
" No, indeed. I always understand
Aunt Burtonshaw perfectly," said
Zaidee, with a smile.
" Which means, that you are per-
fectly unconscious of all her endea-
vours," said Mary. " Aunt Burton-
shaw thinks — I really ought not to
tell you — Aunt Burtonshaw believes
you are very much interested in Sylvo,
Elizabeth."
" Very much interested ! I will not
answer for the ' very much,' " said
Zaidee ; " but, indeed, I do think of
Sylvo, Mary ; only Sylvo will find
some one better for him than you."
" You are a simpleton, and I will
not enlighten you," said Mary. " What
do you think of Mrs Morton ? " she
asked abruptly, after a pause. Mary,
but for very shame, would have been
so glad to unbosom herself, and make
a confidant of her friend — would have
been so much relieved, indeed, if Zai-
dee had taken the initiative, and
pressed into her confidence ; but Zai-
dee was quite as shy of the subject as
Mary was, though she was sufficiently
clearsighted to see how matters stood.
Zaidee faltered a good deal. What
did she think of Mrs Morton ? — what
did she think of Elizabeth Vivian,
her cousin, the beautiful Elizabeth
of the Grange ? Zaidee felt herself
change colour painfully — she scarcely
knew what to say.
" I heard Mr Vivian say there was
no woman like his sister ; he ought to
know best," said Zaidee.
It was an unfortunate speech in
every way ; unfortunate in its hesita-
tion and faltering tone— unfortunate
in quoting Mr Vivian— and, lastly, in
the opinion it conveyed. Mary Cum-
berland did not choose that Percy
should think his sister the first of
womankind. She did not at all ap-
preciate such an extent of fraternal
affection ; and Mary was piqued at
the idea that any one knew better
than she did what Percy's opinion
was.
" I asked what you thought yourself,
not what Mr Percy Vivian thought,"
said Mary. "One does not care for
having Mr Percy Vivian's opinions
at secondhand. He is a very great
author, perhaps ; but I would not
quote him so often if I were you,
Elizabeth."
When Zaidee raised her eyes in
astonishment, she saw Mary, very red,
and with a disturbed and troubled
face, gazing down the hilly path, while
she plucked the grass by handfuls.
Some one was toiling upward, looking
about him anxiously, sometimes paus-
ing to survey the wide landscape be-
hind him, sometimes turning aside to
gather a wildflower, but always on
the alert, as if looking for some one
on the hill. As his figure advanced,
Mary Cumberland's face varied like
a changing sky ; as it drew near and
nearer, she rose to her feet with irre-
strainable excitement. Zaidee looked
at her pretty form, relieved against
the dark background of the hill, and
at the stranger advancing hastily, be-
fore she herself rose, and then with an
instinctive impulse of reserve, to con-
trol and subdue her friend. Zaidee
took Mary's hand with an involuntary
grasp of caution, which Mary return-
ed vehemently, and then the pretty
fingers unclasped, and these two stood
distinctly visible, waiting to greet Mr
Percy Vivian as he appeared out of
breath behind an angle of the path.
In the moment's interval, Mary's good
sense and Mary's pride had come
to her rescue triumphantly. Percy
thought the beautiful sister gave him
the warmest welcome, and was much
concerned to see Mary so reserved
and stately ; the young gentleman
was extremely assiduous— extremely
devoted; he fancied he had been losing
time.
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[Oct.
CHAPTER XIX. — THE BEGINNING OF DANGER.
" So you found the young ladies,
Mr Vivian," said Mrs Cumberland.
41 Dear children ! they love nature.
I was convinced they were on the
hill. I tell them we have nearly as
good a prospect from this window ;
but they are young, and have more
enterprise than I have. Is it not a
delightful surprise, my dear Mary,
to see Mr Vivian here ?"
"We were much astonished," says
Mary in an under- tone. Mr Vivian,
who has looked up to catch her answer,
though people say he has a great
knowledge of character, and though
this constraint is the very thing with
which he would endow his heroine in
a novel, to evidence the state of her
feelings in presence of her lover, has
so totally lost his penetration that he
is quite disappointed. "It was no
pleasure to her, then," muses Percy ;
"only a surprise."
" For my part, I thought Mr Vivian
had come to tell us of some great
misfortune," said Mrs Burtonshaw—
" that the house had come down, or
that Mr Cumberland had had a fall,
or some accident; nothing else was to
be looked for, I am sure."
" There has been no accident ; Mr
Cumberland was in excellent spirits,"
said Percy, " and feels that he is
making progress. The porch, I assure
you, would accommodate a couple of
poor families already, Mrs Burton-
shaw; and when Mr Cumberland has
his heating apparatus in order, I have
no doubt it will be greatly patronised
in the cold weather. If you were
nearer town, a benevolent institution
like this might be subject to abuse,
Mrs Cumberland. I am afraid a
colony of London boys in immediate
possession would not quite carry out
your charitable views."
" Charitable views ! " echoed Mrs
B:irtonshaw ; " what sort of views
will we have from our windows when
we get back to our poor, pretty, un-
fortunate house at Twickenham — if,
indeed, there are any windows left?
The little wretches will play at marbles
and all sorts of games ; it will not
matter to them if the Queen should,
come to call. Mr Cumberland has
all his own way, Mr Vivian. Maria
Anna will give in to him, and I can-
not describe to you the trouble I have.
Do not speak to me, Maria Anna ! I
have no patience with it ; and it will
be all the same, of course, whosoever
comes to call."
" I had an interview with Mr Cum-
berland on the lawn over a heap of
mortar," said Percy, while Mrs Bur-
tonshaw groaned aloud, " and heard
from him you were at Malvern. I
had business in this quarter. No lack
of views here, Mrs Burtonshaw, though
they are not charitable ones. This
place reminds me a little, I scarcely
can tell why, of my own home."
"That delightful Grange which you
described to us once?" said Mrs Cum-
berland from her sofa; " and of course
I recognised it again in your last
charming book. When are you going
to favour us with another, Mr Vivian I
But first tell me how this reminds
you of your own ancient romantic
home."
" I suppose because it is perfectly
unlike," said Percy, with a little
laugh. " There is no Grange on the
hill of Malvern ; but we stand upon
a lesser eminence at home, and look
out from our height upon a flat ex-
panse, which this is just sufficient to
recall to me. Our low country is not
a cultivated plain, or a Vale of Severn ;
it is only a bleak stretch of Cheshire
fields, a low sandy coast, and sullen
sea. There are a multitude of roads,
Mrs Burtonshaw, all leading to the
Grange, as you would suppose, and
never a wayfarer on one of them ;
and we have a fierce little hill for our
henchman, bristling with gorse, and
armed with broken rocks, and undergo
a perpetual siege and cannonade from
all the winds. There are only inland
gales at Malvern, but our visitors
come fresh from the sea."
" It is very strange ; that is like the
place Elizabeth used to tell me of,"
said Mary.
And Mary, looking up, found Zai-
dee's eyes fixed upon her with such a
trembling eagerness of entreaty, that
her idea of resemblance between the
two descriptions was quickened into
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415
instant certainty. She returned this
beseeching look with a glance of the
extremest surprise. Her curiosity was
suddenly roused. What did it mean ?
When Mary's look left Zaidee, she
met Mr Vivian's ; and Mr Vivian had
been watching this interchange of
glances, and looked at her, earnestly
repeating the question. Mary was
quite perplexed ; she could only look
at Zaidee again.
"Perhaps Miss Elizabeth Cumber-
land has been in Cheshire," said Percy.
Percy was very curious; but he always
was, Mary remembered with wonder, in
everything that concerned Elizabeth.
" No — no," said Zaidee hurriedly.
She withdrew back out of the light of
the window, and grew very pale. She
dared not lift her eyes again, but sat
trembling and in terror. Never had
she been so near betrayed ; and her
ears tingled, almost expecting to hear
the cry of " Zaidee ! Zaidee!" with
which Percy could throw her disguise
to the winds.
For Zaidee did not think that Percy
Vivian held her without a doubt for
the daughter of this fantastic, kind
Mrs Cumberland, reclining on her
sofa — the sister of Mary, the niece of
Aunt Burtonshaw. Percy could not
account for his own interest in her,
nor for sundry little occurrences which
startled him with a vague wonder and
suspicion. He never dreamed that
she was Zaidee ; he had not even
connected her with the lost child ; he
had only a vague, floating curiosity
about her, which he himself thought
he had no right to have, and did not
understand.
Zaidee dared not withdraw to her
own apartment to subdue her agita-
tion. She must sit still to watch the
conversation, to hear what they said,
to guard her secret at all hazards.
She scarcely knew how the day went
on as she sat among them, watching
them with this intense and steady
vigilance : she made no sense of the
buzz of words which rung in her ears.
She only knew that her secret was
not threatened, nor her possible know-
ledge of the Grange discussed again.
There were a great many other sub-
jects of interest to the other members
of the party. There was one most
absorbing topic in the minds of two
of them, which, like Zaidee's secret
anxiety, did not bear talking of; and
beyond the surprise of the moment,
Zaidee's brief and hurried answer was
not remarked by her companions. She
kept with the little company obsti-
nately in her great anxiety. When
Mary and Percy spoke aside for an
instant, Zaidee was thrown into a
secret agony ; and when the evening
came, and Mr Vivian followed Miss
Cumberland into the garden in the
twilight to listen to the nightingales,
Zaidee sat unseen by the window
watching them, as they wandered
through the trees. Her overpowering
terror made her forget for the moment
that they had other things to talk of
than her secret — this secret which
neither of them could have suspected
till to-night, and which both had for-
gotten before now.
" These two young creatures, they
are quite happy; they forget how cold
the night air has grown," said Mrs
Burtonshaw, coming behind the chair
where Zaidee sat alone looking out
into the dewy darkness of the garden.
" My dear love, you are sighing; you
are all by yourself while Mary is
away. Ah ! it is all very well to
speak of business in this quarter. I
suppose Mr Vivian is attending to his
business among the trees yonder.
These young men are such hypocrites,
Elizabeth. I should be glad to see
what lawful errand Mr Vivian had
here."
Relieved by remembering that there
was no fear of her secret coming into
discussion between two people who
were busy with themselves, Zaidee
bethought her of the disappointment
of Sylvo's anxious mother.
"I am afraid, indeed, Mary likes
Mr Vivian, Aunt Burtonshaw," said
Zaidee. " I should be very glad, if
it were not for you."
"You are a dear, unselfish child,"
said Mrs Burtonshaw, stooping to
bestow a kiss on Zaidee's brow, " and
you need not be sorry for me, my
darling. I have quite made up my
mind to lose Mary. I have other
views for Sylvo now."
" I am very glad, then. I think
Mary will be happy," said Zaidee
musingly. " Percy would not grieve
any one ; no, I am sure of that."
u Did you say Sylvo would not
grieve ? I do not think he will, my
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Zaidee : a Romance. — Part XL
[Oct.
love," said Mrs Burtonshaw. " You
do not ask me what my views are for
Sylvo, now, Elizabeth ; but you are
quite right, my dear child. I will not
say anything of them ; I will leave it
all to Sylvo himself."
" Yes, Aunt Burtonshaw," said
Zaidee. Sylvo was not farther from
the scene in person than he was in
imagination from Zaidee's thoughts —
she was thinking of Mary and Percy,
in charmed twilight, with the sweet
dew falling on their young heads, and
the air full of the singing of nightin-
gales. She was lingering for a mo-
ment in her maiden meditations upon
that oldest and newest subject of
romance — that universal love tale
which somebody is always telling —
that unknown witchcraft to which
her own heart had never been tempt-
ed. Beguiled out of her mere per-
sonal agitation, Zaidee's heart beat
with a wondering sympathy ; with a
smile on her lip, and a tear in her
eye, she watched for Mary coming
home out of the realm of fairyland,
out of the enchanted twilight, to the
lights and common life of this dusky
room. Zaidee's own eyes were dazzled
by these lights, and with a pensive
wistful sweetness, through the tears
that made them brighter, those beau-
tiful eyes turned back again to the
falling night. With a little visionary
sadness, her thoughts too returned
again to herself : all by herself, alone
and solitary, this turning-point of
youthful history must never come to
Zaidee; she must never wish, nay,
more than that, she must so guard
her daily living that no affection shall
be drawn towards her. No one must
love Zaidee, if Zaidee can help it,
except those kind friends who shelter
her and the innocent hearts of little
children. She must do no more harm,
and it is strange to see her bending
her beautiful face in the darkness,
praying never to be tempted, praying
to be left in her solitude, to harm no
one any more.
CHAPTER XX. — MAKY S FATE.
Zaidee had gone to her own apart-
ment thoughtful and somewhat anx-
ious. Her mind, which had begun to
recover its composure, was stirred to
its depths once more, and her thoughts
were full of a longing and wistful
inquiry about Mary, who had been
very silent and strangely reserved
through all that evening. Sitting in
the shadow where Zaidee could not
see her face, answering in monosyl-
lables, and in a voice so low and shy
that even Aunt Burtonshaw was as-
tonished, Mary had given no indica-
tion of Mr Vivian's business, nor of
how it sped. As Zaidee went about
her own chamber, preparing for rest,
her ear was caught once or twice by
a faint rustling in the passage outside.
She turned to listen with quick curio-
sity, and in time to see Mary softly
open the door and look in, with a mo-
mentary investigation. " I thought
you had lain down by this time," said
Mary. " I have been waiting till you
were quiet, and the light out. Why
don't you go to bed, Elizabeth?
Young people should not sit up so late
at night — there, let me put out the-
light."
Before Zaidee could remonstrate,
the little light was extinguished, and
in the faint radiance of the moon,
Zaidee saw her friend drawing near
her with a shy yet hasty step. " Sit
down, Lizzy ; I have a great deal to
say to you," said her visitor, and Mary
herself drew a stool to Zaidee's feet,
and threw herself down beside her
half kneeling, embracing her com-
panion's waist, and leaning on her
knee. But though this satisfactory
attitude was assumed, the great deal
which Mary had to say remained still
unsaid. She leaned her soft cheek on
Zaidee's hand, and Zaidee knew in-
stinctively that it was warm with
blushes of pride, and shame, and
pleasure : she played with Zaidee's
fingers, folding them over her lips :
she held Zaidee's waist more closely
with her arm ; but Mary was quite
content to lean here, as it seemed,
and forget that she had anything to
say.
" Mary, tell me," said Zaidee—
Zaidee's own heart beat high with
sympathy. Zaidee, though she was
quite new to it, and had never been
much a confidant before, had an instinc-
1855.]
Zaidee: a Romance. — Part XI.
417
tive perception of the tale which Mary
came to tell.
44 My mother never taught me to
go to her ; I cannot tell Aunt Bur-
tonshaw. I never have had any one
but you, Elizabeth, that knew all my
heart !"
This was the beginning of Mary's
confession, and then there followed a
long pause — so long a pause that
Zaidee feared this was all, and that
there was nothing to follow.
44 1 have never been like you, Eliza-
beth. I do not think I deserve to have
a very noble nature near me," said
Mary. " Instead of being very glad as
I thought I should be, I think I am
sad to-night— not sad either — I can-
not tell how I am. It is so strange, so
very strange. I think I am ventur-
ing into a new country. Perhaps I
had better have been content with
Sylvo, Elizabeth," said Mary, rising
into her more natural tone ; '4 one
could find out Sylvo's depth, poor
fellow, and measure him to all his
height — no one will be troubled with
anything wonderful in Sylvo — but
now!"
Mary's voice sunk again, and so
did Mary's cheek, once more resting
on Zaidee's hand. The office of con-
fidant and confessor to Mary was
doomed to be rather a perplexing one.
41 A common person," said Mary
again, with a little sigh of self- con-
tempt. u Yes, I think I should only
have had a common person. I can-
not tell why this strange fortune has
come to me. If I had been full of
dreams and fancies, Elizabeth, like
what one reads of— perhaps like what
you have, my beautiful sister ; but you
are sitting here by yourself, Lizzy,
with all your sweet thoughts and
your lovely face, and this has come
to me."
44 It is best for me to be alone,"
said Zaidee ; " and this should come
to you, for it is your proper fortune.
I have been sure of it since ever Percy
came."
44 Do you call him Percy ?" said
Mary, raising her head in sudden
wonder. " Well, but of course Lizzy
had no reason to be ashamed, no need
to be so precise as I was," she con-
tinued with a low laugh. u I was so
much ashamed of myself, Elizabeth.
Do you know, I thought he had found
me out. I thought he was coming to
enjoy his triumph. I really do think
I could have killed myself sooner than
have let him fancy I cared for him
when he did not care for me."
It was not necessary for Zaidee to
say anything, the stream of commu-
nication was interrupted, but con-
tinuous, and wanted no help as it flow-
ed on.
44 But instead of that ! "—Mary
paused, and lingered on the words,
u instead of that ! I think it can only
be a poet who is so reverent of
women," said Mary, touched to the
heart by the deference of her betroth-
ed. 44 We are no such great things
after all, Elizabeth. We are very
poor creatures, a great many of us.
Fancy me standing listening to him.
I am nobody ; I am only Mary Cum-
berland ; and he, bending that noble
heart of his, and speaking as if he
spoke to a princess, — he whom all the
world honours. I don't believe it is
true after all, and that makes me
melancholy," said Mary with a change
in her voice — " it is his own eyes
that see something else in me than
what I have."
A long pause followed after this,
which Zaidee only disturbed by a silent
caress of sympathy and encourage-
ment, and she resumed her monologue.
" Did you wonder what I meant
putting out the light? I will be your
maid now, Elizabeth, since I have
left you in the dark ; but you do not
think I could come in, and sit down
opposite you, and tell you all this,
looking in your face, with that inqui-
sitive candle twinkling like a saucy
listener. You cannot see how I am look-
ing, Lizzy — it does me no harm that
you are shining over me with those
eyes of yours. It is very hard to have
eyes looking into one's heart. Yes, I
think he has enchantment in his,
Lizzy ; they make beauty for them-
selves wherever they glance ; and
suppose he should awake some time,
and instead of the princess whom he
spoke to to-night, find only me ! I do
not think I was very humble before,
but one grows humble in spite of one-
self when one is addressed so grandly.
He thinks I have a noble nature like
his own, Elizabeth — a pure religious
spirit, like what you are, Lizzy ; and
when I try to convince him, he only
418 Zaidee : a Romance.— Part XL [Oct.
smiles and thinks the more of me. darker consideration mingled with
When he finds it is only plain work-
ing-day Mary Cumberland, what will
he say?"
" That she is better than all the
princesses," said Zaidee, clasping her
friend round with her loving arms ;
and then Mary cried a little, with a sob
half of joy and half of melancholy, and
then ran off into low, sweet, tremu-
lous laughter, as she raised her head
from Zaidee's knee.
" You think I am very humble, do
you not?" said Mary, "yet I am afraid
I shall be as saucy as ever, and as
stupid, and as perverse when to-mor-
row's daylight comes. Do you want
to go to sleep, Elizabeth ? — for I had
rather stay here, if you are as wakeful
as I am. I have made a great many
resolutions to-night — I should not
like him to change his opinion of me,
Lizzy ; but I am afraid they will all
vanish with to-morrow. One cannot
overcome two-and-twenty years in a
single day."
And thus they sat in the moonlight
talking a great deal, and quite forget-
ful of the lapse of these swift-footed
hours; their low voices whispered so
lightly that no one woke in the neigh-
bouring chambers to be aware of this
innocent midnight conference. Mary
did not leave Zaidee's room all that
night, — truth to say, Mary did not
wake after her unusual vigil till Mrs
Burtonshawhad sighed over the break-
fast table all alone for a full hour, and
the sun was full in the sky. Zaidee
was more wakeful; her morning
dreams were disturbed and broken by
a strange pleasure, and a strange
dread of this new connection- She
was glad and proud that Percy and
Mary were betrothed to each other.
She pleased herself with thinking that
" our Percy's" manly care and tender-
ness would make amends to the real
daughter of this house for all the love
and kindness which she herself had
met with at Mary's hands. They had
been very good to Zaidee Vivian, all
these kind people ; and Percy Vivian's
devotion would repay them for the
great debt his cousin owed. But a
that; Mary was now of course on
terms of perfect confidence with
Percy. Mary would tell him that
her beautiful sister was a stranger, a
poor little orphan adopted of the
house ; and Percy and Elizabeth,
who remembered so well the lost
Zaidee, would discover her secret ere
she was aware. This fancy filled her
mind with dreary anticipations. Only
one resource seemed open to Zaidee ;
once more she must go out unfriended
upon the world, — she must not be
taken home to annul all previous
sacrifices — to make this seven years'
banishment of none effect. No longer
a child, a woman with that perilous
inheritance of beauty to make her
way harder, she must once more
break from the grasp of affection and
friendliness, and go forth to the un-
known. Zaidee looked at Mary's
face sleeping under the morning light,
with its sweet colour and its uncon-
scious smiles ; she could not grudge
the happiness of Mary ; she could not
be otherwise than glad for this con-
summation, whatever the result might
be to herself. Zaidee's generous heart
never faltered in its congratulations
for the sore and hapless chance which
she perceived approaching in the dis-
tance ; however it might fare with-her,
she was glad for Mary. A distinct
and pleasant future full of sunshine
lay before the footsteps of her friend ;
for herself Zaidee saw nothing but a
world of clouds and shadows — a for-
lorn path leading away through the
solitude towards the horizon. Lover
nor friend was never to stretch out a
hand to her; she had no possession
in the world but her father's Bible,
and that book of Grandfather Vivian's,
— no sweet fortune descending out
of the tender twilight skies, but an
inexorable necessity, a pursuing fate.
To the end of the world, if need were
— to the unfriendly crowds of London,
or the stranger solitudes of some dis-
tant country, — anywhere rather than
here, where she was in danger of dis-
covery,— anywhere sooner than the
Grange.
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419
CHAPTER XXL— CONSENT.
The next morning overwhelmed
Mrs Cumberland with surprise and
doubtful pleasure. "I should have
been very glad had it been Eliza-
beth," said Mrs Cumberland ; " but
Mary ! — how could you possibly think
of Mary, my dear Mr Vivian ? I am
sure I will not stand in the way of
your happiness — one to whom the
whole" world of readers owes so much !
— and I assure you it will make me
very proud to call the author of those
delightful volumes my son-in-law.
But Mary ! — Mary has no genius, Mi-
Vivian. She is a child of very plain
tastes, and takes strangely after her
Aunt Burtonshaw. I am extremely
surprised ; I cannot understand it :
Mary ! Are you sure yon have made
a wise choice ? "
"I am very sure I have no other
choice in my power," said Percy,
somewhat astonished at this novel
reception of his addresses. " Choice
is a fiction, I suspect ; tit all events,
I am quite beyond that agreeable
freedom."
" I assure you I will never stand in
the way of your happiness," said Mrs
Cumberland ; "on the contrary, I am
only top much delighted to have it in
my power to aid your wishes. Mary
is a good child ; but she has no genius,
Mr Vivian."
"I fancy I prefer having all the
genius myself," said Percy with a
saucy smile. This was for the bene-
fit of Mary, who entered at the mo-
ment, abruptly concluding Mr Vivian's
audience. Mrs Cumberland, much
bewildered, followed her daughter
through the room with her eyes.
Mary ! — How could the distinguished
author by any possibility think of
her ?
But Mrs Cumberland had no alter-
native but assent, and the concurrence
of Mr Cumberland was certain ; even
Mrs Burtonshaw gave her approval
of this conclusive blow to all her for-
mer hopes. "But it is some time
since I made up my mind to lose
Mary. I have other views for Sylvo
now, my love," said Mrs Burtonshaw.
Again Zaidee assented innocently to
this seeming harmless declaration, and
asked no questions. u She never asks
me what my views are, poor dear,"
said Mrs Burtonshaw within herself;
and she received her sister's condol-
ences over Mary's new engagement
with great resignation. Zaidee's
want of curiosity was proof positive
to Aunt Burtonshaw.
** Promise me one thing, Mary,"
said Zaidee, wistfully, amid the many
talks and confidences of the following
night. u Do not tell Mr Vivian I am
not your sister — I would rather he
thought me your sister ; do not tell
him, Mary, for my sake."
"Why?" Mary looked up with
immediate curiosity. Mary had one
or two strange things in her mind to
wonder at when she had leisure ; her
glance was so sudden that Zaidee's
face was almost surprised into the
beseeching look with which she had
barred further mention of the Grange
on the previous day ; but she was
wise enough to subdue her anxiety,
and look unconcerned.
" I suppose if he comes to know all
our family matters by-and-by," said
Mary with a blush, and a little hesita-
tion, " he will have to know that you
were not born my sister, Lizzy — he
will never know anything else, I am
sure ; the only difference is, that if
you had been born my sister, I might
not have liked you so well— one of us
surely must have taken after our
father or our mother. But I will not
tell him, Elizabeth ; I will not say a
word about it, I assure you. I wonder
if you will ever be on good terms— I
think he is a little afraid of you : it is
always my beautiful sister, or Miss
Elizabeth Cumberland ; he does not
half understand you, I am sure ; I won-
der if you will ever be friends ? "
Zaidee could not answer; she durst
not say no. No, it was impossible —
she must not be friends with Percy —
but Zaidee became aware that a cloud
and weight of doubtfulness began to
be visible on Mary's face ; she could
not understand either Percy's curio-
sity about Zaidee, or Zaidee's evident
wish to avoid his presence and his
420
Zaidee: a Romance. — Part XI.
friendship ; she could not be jealous
any longer — far from that, she had
given up all her thoughts to the safe
keeping of her beautiful sister, and
made a confidant deeply interested
and most sympathetic of Zaidee. But
she was disturbed ; there was some
mystery in it: could Zaidee have
known Percy before? — and immediate-
ly there returned to Mary's memory,
that description of the Grange which
corresponded so strangely with a de-
scription Zaidee had once given to
her. Had Percy by any chance made
Mary acquainted to-day with the
story of his lost cousin, Mary must
have leaped to the conclusion, and
Zaidee's secret been discovered on the
spot. As it was, Mary went out with
a good deal of doubt and wonder in
her mind, but after half an hour's
wandering through those hilly paths
where the sunshine lay warm upon
the grass, and the air came fresh and
sweet across the plain, Mary forgot in
a great measure her doubt and her
wonder. She forgot her beautiful
sister altogether, and all that was
mysterious in her — she thought of
nothing but the present sunny hour,
and the charmed prospect of the
future. Mary, though she was gene-
rous by nature, was not a striking
example of unselfishness; and per-
haps,i under her circumstances, it
would have been an equivocal kind-
ness to suffer her anxiety for any one
else .to interfere with the regard she
owed to Percy, who was devoting
all his thoughts and all his cares
to her.
So they came and went together
unreproved upon these hilly ways,
and grew into acquaintance with each
other on the grassy slopes of Malvern.
To Percy Vivian's versatile and many-
sided nature there was repose arid
support in the much more limited
mind of Mary, which was strong in
what it did grasp — though its grasp
comprehended but a small part of his
wide range of thought and fancy. She
never brought him down out of his
aerial flights by lack of understand-
ing, but sometimes she listened with
a smile. His sister Elizabeth, who
also was limited in her mental range,
was perfect, in Percy's apprehension,
within her boundaries ; but Mary was
[Oct.
not perfect. She was young ; she had
a world before her, on which she, too,
glanced undismayed. She was ready
to follow his caprices of exuberant
imagination — she was ready to share
the impetuous delight with which he
threw himself on one new field after
another, and rejoiced in his waste of
power and universal reputation — his
capacity for everything. Percy's pru-
dent friends warned him to build his
edifice of fame on more lasting foun-
dations, and consolidate his glories ;
but Percy, who threw himself from
one branch of the profession he had
chosen to another for pure delight in
the change, and exultation in the ex-
ercise of his young powers, took no
time to pause and think of fame ; and
Mary, glorying, like himself, in the
magic of that power of his, scorned,
like himself, to bring this glorious
vassal into harness, and make Pega-
sus do his day's work steadily, like an
ignoble steed. He told her of all his
countless schemes and projects; and
she, to whom the profession of litera-
ture had become the most noble pro-
fession under heaven, heard and gave
her whole heart to them, without a
single reserve of prudence or recom-
mendation to concentrate ; they were
quite unanimous in running this bril-
liant race, and Percy's breast expand-
ed as he stood looking out upon that
great plain, with Mary leaning on his
arm, and the fresh wind tossing his
wavy hair about his temples, at
thought of all that he could do.
"I'll make thee famous with my
pen," quoted Percy, half laughing and
half in earnest —
" I'll serve thee in such glorious ways,
As ne'er were known before ;
I'll deck and crown my head with bays,
And love thee evermore."
" Should it not be my head you
crown with bays — is that not the strain
of the song?" said Mary, looking up to
him as his eyes brightened under the
influence of the verse. " You are
only the crowner — you are not the
crowned."
" Ah, Montrose knew better," said
Percy. " If I crown my head with bays,
I am a more creditable vassal. You
will rather conquer the conqueror
than hold a slave in your fetters ; the
bays are not emblems of great enough
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421
royalty for a poet's bride ; it is only
her knight, her vassal, her sworn
servant, who must be laureated.
Stars, or the living sunshine, are the
only fitting crown for the brow of her
beauty, which is above fame ; the man
has honour to win, but the lady of his
thoughts is above his honour ; the
rewarder and inspirer of it, throned in
an atmosphere higher than his bays
and his fightings. Yes, yes, Montrose
knew the homage he could offer — not
the bays, but the love."
And Mary Cumberland cast down
her eyes, and bent her pretty head in
humility almost painful. This ethereal
type of womanhood was not " me."
She was ashamed of herself, to have
all these undeserved glories laid upon
her. Her atmosphere was not so
high, nor her world so pure as the
poet represented it, and Mary was
humbled with too much praise. Yes,
he had crowned his head with laurels,
fresh and noble; he had taken the
universal heart by storm, and raised
a fairy temple of fame for himself;
and all the store he set by it was to
make his homage more worthy of her
— of that Mary Cumberland who
boasted of being one of the common
people, neither intellectual nor supe-
rior. Mary went by his side very
humbly after this conversation; the
burden of his song rang in her ears,
" and love thee evermore." Mary's
fancy was singing as she listened to
his voice rather vaguely, more for the
music of it than to understand its
words ; she could be even with him
in that one particular, — it was acorn-
fort to Mary.
And Zaidee sat at home thinking
over this strange chance which had
befallen the family — wondering how
she could have been so glad of it last
night — how she could have shut her
eyes to its important bearing on her
own fate ! Percy would by-and-by
become a member of the family, and
know all its secrets ; Percy would
soon have perfect acquaintance with
all that his bride knew of her — Mary's
suspicions perhaps — her own request
to Mary, — a hundred circumstances
which only Mary could remember.
She sat in desolate idleness, twining
her fingers together, and looking
blankly towards the future. When
this engagement ended in the mar-
riage to which they all began to look
forward, this place was no longer a
shelter for Zaidee. Were it but for
her own self, she could not endure
close intercourse with the family so
infinitely dear to her. She could not
meet Aunt Vivian — Philip — all of
them, as strangers. She must go away.
CHAPTER xxn. — PERCY'S SHORTCOMINGS.
" My dear love, you are losing all
your beautiful colour — you are pining
to a shadow," said Mrs Burtonshaw.
" We must go home, Elizabeth. I
will go home with you myself if Maria
Anna will not hear reason, and the
sweet air of Sylvo's place will set you
up again, my dear child."
Mrs Burtonshaw could not be suf-
ficiently grateful for this constant
affection, which rewarded Sylvo so
abundantly for Mary's loss. She
exhausted herself in solicitude for the
unconscious Zaidee, who never
dreamed of any special reason for
this excessive kindness. Except in
the lengthened confidences which
brought Mary every evening into
Zaidee's room, and delayed their rest
till far into the night, Zaidee had lost
her companion. Mr Cumberland had
given his consent by this time in an
odd letter — a curious contrast to the
eloquent one which Percy sent to
him, and to the elegant epistle full
of notes of admiration in which Mrs
Cumberland had intimated the event,
and her own wonder ; so that the way
was quite without an obstacle, and the
course of this true love threatened to
run provokingly smooth, and to have
no obstructions. There began to be
considerable talk even in Zaidee's
chamber, where sentiment was a little
more prevalent than formerly, of the
trousseau, and the important prepara-
tions of the wedding. There was a great
flutter among the attendant maids,
who had come here with the family,
and a general excitement and expec-
tation of the great event which began
to draw near.
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On one of these evenings, when
Mary followed Zaidee up-stairs, no
longer finding any occasion to ex-
tinguish the light, the old spark of
mirth was dancing once more in
Mary's e}Te. *' I have given up being
humble, Elizabeth," said Mary ; " I
have no such extraordinary occasion
as I fancied myself to have ; he is not
so immaculate after all, Lizzy. I am
very glad ; a perfect man would be a
sad weariness. He has human frailty
in him. The lofty Percy Vivian, who
has only to say the word and his hero
or his heroine is forthwith endowed
with fairy fortune, is much troubled
with the vulgar question of ways and
means, Elizabeth. He has been mak-
ing a great many confessions to me.
He is quite afraid to bring Mr Cum-
berland's daughter into poverty, and
talks of taking advantage of ' our
goodness.' He should have thought
of that in time."
" But you did not think he was
rich," said Zaidee hastily. Zaidee's
face flushed with a little family pride.
She was not content to hear a Vivian
spoken of so.
" Of course, I did not think him
rich," said Mary, u and I am sure I
did not care whether he was rich or
poor. I don't believe he ever thought
of it himself, till Aunt Burtonshaw
had been saying something of my for-
tune ; and when I came in, I saw
something was wrong; he was restless
and disturbed, Elizabeth, and his eyes
wereflashing about every where. Now,
when I think of it, his eyes are not
nnlike your eyes, and he was a little
haughty, and a great deal troubled.
After a long time, I prevailed on him
to tell me, and it appears that Mr
Percy Vivian has been an extravagant
young gentleman, Lizzy; that he is
not quite prepared, after all, for en-
tering upon what mamma calls ' new
responsibilities,' as he was so anxious
to do ; and that something more is
necessary than papa's consent. We
are not running quite so smooth after
all, you see," said Mary, with a little
sigh ; " I believe he has followed
Sylvo's example, and taken a cigar
into his counsel. There is a little red
spark down below there, pacing up
and down through the darkness. He
has confided his trouble to me very
[Oct.
frankly, Lizzy; but when I tried to
hint at that poor little fortune of mine,
you should have seen what a glance
he gave me. I may sympathise, or
I may advise, but I cannot try to
assist ; I see he must do it all by
himself."
" He must do it all by himself,"
echoed Zaidee eagerly. Zaidee forgot
for the moment everything but that
she was a Vivian, and looked almost
as haughty at the idea of Mary Cum-
berland's fortune as Percy himself
could do ; " but Mr Vivian was of a
good family, you told me; will not
they set him right ? "
" Like those bad princes tha.t Aunt
Burtonshaw talks about," said Mary,
laughing, " who had all their debts
paid when they suffered themselves to
be ' settled.' I do not think I ought to
talk like this. Percy only told me,
because I plagued him to know what
was the matter, and he said he must
tell papa ; but I do not think he
thought it anything to laugh at. I do
not suppose they can be people of
fortune, Lizzy, for his elder brother
is in India. Why should he be
there, if there was a good estate at
home?"
" Does Mr Vivian speak of him? "
said Zaidee. Zaidee could by no means
explain to herself why Philip was in
India, nor what reason he could have
had for leaving the Grange.
" Yes, he speaks of him. One would
think he was a preux chevalier, and he
is onty a merchant — an Indian prince's
agent — a something in business," said
Mary, who was a little jealous of this
much-commended brother. " Percy
says Philip — that is his brother's
name — used to send him an allowance
to help him to prosecute his studies,
till he gave up the law for literature,
and had a great deal of money of his
own, and did not want it any more.
Do you know Percy really is a bar-
rister, Elizabeth ? He could go and
plead to-morrow, if any one gave him
a brief. I do not know if he is a good
lawyer, but I am sure he is an orator
by nature. I am certain he would
win his plea. I do not believe he ever
failed in anything. You need not
smile ; it is a simple truth. It would
kill Percy to fail."
" And his brother— he whom you
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423
call Philip ? " asked Zaidee, with
hesitation. " Mary, he will help
him now."
" I do not know," said Mary slow-
ly; " perhaps Percy will not ask him.
I think he will resume his profession,
and work very hard, and get over his
difficulty by himself. He will not
give up literature, of course ; but I am
sure, if he devoted himself to his pro-
fession, he might be lord- chancellor,
Elizabeth ! "
For Mary Cumberland's well-regu-
lated and sensible mind had been daz-
zled into an overweening admiration
for the genius of her betrothed. Some-
what cynical of every other excel-
lence, Mary had yielded all the more
completely to this one, in which she
believed. She was not much given
to exercising faith where reason was
practicable, but in the preseiit case
the neglected capabilities of belief and
enthusiasm avenged themselves on
Mary. She delivered herself over to
this overpowering fascination. She
Avho was so wary and cautious in her
ordinary judgments, believed in Percy
with the blindest faith. There was
nothing too glorious for his attain-
ment, nothing too great for him to
reach. Her sober fancy borrowed
and exaggerated the glowing colours
of his poetic imagination. Every-
where else the earth was common soil
to Mary Cumberland; the days were
working days, the men and the women
very ordinary people; but all the vague
indefinite charms which a youthful
imagination throws upon the general
surface of the world were gathered
into one for Mary. There was but
one magician sufficiently potent to
throw this spell upon her ; but now,
when she was fairly enthralled by the
magical influence, she gave up her
whole heart to it, and reasoned no
more.
But here was a temporary pause
in the smooth current of their love.
Percy's wooing must not blossom into
Percy's marriage quite so rapidly as
that ardent young gentleman had in-
tended. All these wanderings over
the hill of Malvern, those charmed
walks and fairy twilights, must be in-
terrupted by a laborious necessity,
and their renewal indefinitely post-
poned. Percy would have started for
town that same night could he have
had his will, but being persuaded to
wait till the morning, he waited long-
er; a day or two did not so much
signify — and a world of plans were
formed and discussed, and little time
lost, as these two well-occupied people
thought. Zaidee did not even have
that evening's report of the day's
proceedings, which at first had in-
demnified her for the loss of Mary's
society. Marv's thoughts and time
were alike swallowed up by Percy
Vivian ; and Zaidee, whose interest in
Percy no one suspected, wondered
by herself over the family circum-
stances unknown to her, and could
not understand why Philip went to
India, or how Percy's allowance dur-
ing his time of study should come
from him. Could some new and un-
thought-of misfortune have plucked the
little possessions of JBriarford out of
Philip's hands once more? But Percy
still spoke of the Grange. Zaidee
wasted many an hour in wonder, but
without comprehension. She had re-
linquished all that she had, seven years
ago, when she left her home. Whatever
difficulties they might be in, even if
by chance they should come to po-
verty, as Zaidee's old vision was, she
could no longer help them now. It
was bootless for her to ponder Percy's
difficulties — to wonder why Philip
should not help him — but Zaidee could
think of nothing else, as she bore
Mrs Cumberland and Mrs Burton-
shaw company in that little draw-
ing-room, or sat in her own chamber
alone.
When Percy did go away at last, it
was at night. He could not set out
upon his journey, he protested, while
the morning light lay so sweetly upon
these heights of Malvern, and when
there was a whole day to be enjoyed.
He proposed setting out when he had
said good-night — when there was no
more to be seen of Mary for all these
hours of darkness; and when another
moment's lingering would have made
him too late, Percy dashed off in great
haste, and went whirling past their
gate in the night coach, which he
caught, with his usual good fortune,
after it had left its starting-place.
When the sound of its wheels had
died into the distance, Mary turned
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from the window with a sigh. She
was very anxious for the breaking-up
of the little party this evening — very
anxious to take Zaidee's arm, and
hurry her up-stairs. Mary had no
patience for mamma and Aunt Bur-
[Oct.
tonshaw in the sudden relapse into
languor and quietness which followed
Percy's farewell, and she had more
than usual occasion for her confi-
dante, and more than common news
to carry to Zaidee to-night.
CHAPTER XXIII. — THE HISTORY OF THE VIVIANS.
"I have never heard a stranger
story," said Mary Cumberland ; u it
is like romance. I am very sure it is
not like actual life. He only told me
last night, and I have had no time to
speak to you to-day. Do not stand
there, Elizabeth, as if you were marble ;
you are as pale as marble, indeed.
Are you really pining for Sylvo's place,
as Aunt Burtonshaw persuades her-
self? And what are you going to do
with work — work at this hour of the
night? I really do wish you would sit
down, Lizzy, and let me tell you my
tale."
Zaidee sat down with passive obe-
dience. She did not take the work
she had lifted, but she turned her face
away from Mary, and sat with a
breathless interest in her look, which
made her great paleness more appar-
ent. Mary did not observe this ; she
was full of her own thoughts, and
went on.
" His family had a little cousin liv-
ing with them, and they had been very
kind to her ; but suddenly a will was
found made by Percy's grandfather —
who must have been a dreadful per-
son, if all is true that is said of him —
leaving the estate to this child. She
was quite young, and her name was
Zaidee. Mrs Morton's little girl is
called after her. Well, of course the
family were very much disturbed
about this, and they all made up their
minds unanimously not to dispute the
will — as I should fancy could have
been done — but to give up the estate
at once to this girl. The eldest son —
who is Philip — was especially anxious,
and determined to go to India ; and
when little Zaidee found that she
could not persuade them to burn the
will, or to take the property from her,
what do you think she did, Elizabeth ?
Percy says she was only a child — not
pretty, nor very clever, nor anything
particular— she ran away ! "
Mary waited an instant for some
comment, but, hearing none, resumed
her story.
" I think it was very grand of her !
whatever you may think, Elizabeth ;
and though it was a very foolish thing,
you know, and gave them great dis-
tress and trouble, I think it was very
grand of that child. They never
could find her, though they were once
very near ; so where she is, or if she
is living at all, they have no know-
ledge— they cannot tell anything at
all of her. She may be in Malvern
here, or she may be at the end of the
world. They advertised, and did all
sorts of things, but Zaidee was never
heard of again."
Zaidee listened to all this, and was
silent ; she had clasped her hands to-
gether so tightly that they were some
support to her, and her heart was
leaping against her breast with such
loud throbs that she feared lest Mary
should hear. Another vehement aching
pulse beat in Zaidee's temples. Her
slight figure now and then was swept
by a sudden shuddering ; but she felt
that on her self-denial now depended
all her hope of eluding discovery ; and
with an effort of which she could not
have believed herself capable, she
kept herself from trembling, and
cleared her choking voice to speak.
"What then?" said Zaidee. Her
whole force was strained to make the
tone of these two little syllables
clear and calm ; no trace of the burn-
ing anxiety with which she listened,
nor of her passion of fear and excite-
ment, was betrayed in her voice,
— " What then ? " but no effort
could have strengthened her to say
more.
"I suppose she had thought they
would remain quietly in possession of
the estate after she was gone," said
Mary, in her lightness of speech — and
every word that Mary spoke was a
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Zaidee : a Romance. — Part XI.
425
revelation to Zaidee ; " of course that
was what she meant, the poor, foolish
child ; but her running away did not
make any difference, except to em-
barrass them all the more : for you
could never expect that Philip —
Philip must be very proud, I am
afraid, Elizabeth— would be content
to have the estate after the heiress
had run away ; so, when he could not
find her, Philip went to India, and
Percy came to London, and Mrs Mor-
ton was married, — all these changes
happened at the same time ; and their
mother and their two younger sisters
were left in the Grange."
Another dreadful pause, and Zaidee
must compel herself to speak again.
" But at least they are there now,"
said Zaidee. Her great strain of ex-
citement was slackened a little ; she
was no longer in doubt ; she saw the
whole ; and, with bitter disappoint-
ment and mortification, marvelled at
her own blindness, which could not
foresee this certain failure of her child-
ish sacrifice.
" They are there now," said Mary —
and Mary's light and sprightly tones
fell so strangely upon this heart which
was troubled to its very depths ; " at
least the old lady is there now, for I
am not sure whether one or both of
the sisters are married. Mrs Vivian
must be a very active old lady, Eliza-
beth. Percy says she manages all
the estate, and looks after everything ;
and if this little cousin should ever
be found, she will be a very great
heiress — one of the richest in the coun-
try— for the rents have been accumu-
lating ever since she ran away.
Percy does not think she will ever be
found now, it is so long since they
lost her ; and I do not know who all
this money will go to, I am sure ; but
that is why his own family cannot
help him in his difficulties — none of
them would touch this that is left for
Zaidee, however great the necessity
might be. Now is it not a very strange
tale?"
The conclusion of the story restored
Zaidee to herself ; she had heard all
Mary knew of these dearest friends,
whom she yearned at all times to hear
of, and she recalled her mind to the
present moment, and left all this
startling intelligence to be considered
hereafter. Slowly, and with pain, she
unclosed the white hands which had
held to each other with such a fixed
and deadly grasp, and constrained the
sobbing sigh which struggled in her
breast. She knew that her face did
not betray her when she turned it to
the light ; she saw that Mary's eyes
were quite unsuspicious, and her com-
posure unbroken ; and she felt her
heart expand with a strange satisfac-
tion in her own power — she had been
able to listen to all this, yet make
no sign.
" In other circumstances, Percy
could have had little difficulty; but
he must do all for himself now, and
we must delay. It does not trouble
wie," said Mary, with a blush ; " but
it troubles Percy, and I am afraid he
must be more than a little embarrass-
ed. It was natural that he should
live as he had been used to live ; and
then he got a great deal of money for
writing, you know, and was so much
applauded, and invited everywhere.
I do not wonder at it in the least, Eli-
zabeth ; it was the most natural thing
in the world. I am afraid it will be
some time before he is able to encoun-
ter * new responsibilities,' Lizzy. I
am afraid it will be a long time — per-
haps two or three years. If he should
happen to make an extraordinary im-
pression in the first case he conducts
— as I have no doubt he will — it
may be different; but otherwise,
we will have to be patient, and he
must work, and I must cheer him all
I can."
Mary ended with a little sigh ; then
she took up one of the lights, and gave
her good-night kiss to Zaidee, listless-
ly, and went out of the room with a
languid step. Percy was gone ; there
was a long working- day of labour and
anxiety before the brilliant, versatile
genius. Mary, in her undoubting con-
fidence in him, did not inquire how he
would bear this ordeal ; but she felt
that it must be a very wearisome,
tedious time, and she yielded to a little
natural depression as she went slowly .
to her rest.
But there was no rest for Zaidee
that night. When she had closed her
door, she returned to think over all
this story — the story of her family and
of herself. She could not sit still to
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contemplate this glimpse of her home;
she wandered through the little cham-
ber, by turns calling upon one and
another, with tears and an unspeak-
able yearning. She fancied she saw
Aunt Vivian alone in the Grange,
every one of them gone away from
her ; no Philip to support her declin-
ing years, not even pretty Sophy, per-
haps, to gladden her mother's heart.
Alone — all by herself— Zaidee's fairy
godmother, employed in anxious cares
for the lost child ; while Philip, un-
der the burning Eastern skies, toiled
to achieve for himself the fortune of
which Zaidee had deprived him at
home. With an eager and hasty
anxiety, her thoughts laboured to find
some other means of making effectual
her futile and useless sacrifice. All
these years she had been consoling
herself, in her simplicity, with the
thought that she had done justice ;
but she had not done justice ; her la-
bour and exile, and martyrdom of
love, were all in vain. Zaidee could
not tell what side to turn to in her
momentary despair ; she had lost her
name, her home, her identity; but she
had not fulfilled that last command
of Grandfather Vivian : with all her
anxiety, and all her exertion, she had
still supplanted Philip; the house was
desolate, and the heir in a far country,
and on Zaidee's heart lay the weight
of it all.
She could have hated her own for-
lorn existence — she could have prayed
again her child's prayer to die ; but
Zaidee was a woman now, and had
not any longer the boldness and the
ignorance of the child to justify these
cries of her grieving heart. When
she lay down upon her bed for form's
sake, and when she rose again in the
early dawning, her mind followed,
without intermission, a serious ques-
tion— a matter of life or death. She
had failed — and now, how to succeed
— how to put her urgent duty beyond
reach of failure ? She had attained to
an elder age, and a more mature un-
derstanding ; but she was still simple,
youthful, inexperienced, and knew of
no certain means to attain her object.
A thousand impracticable plans crowd-
ed upon her as she stood at the win-
dow, watching the sun climb up the
eastern sky. Mary was dreaming the
morning dreams of youth and happi-
ness ; Percy was resting from his
night journey, and even in his sleep
impetuously pressing forward to over-
vault his difficulties. Where was
Philip, in his far-away exile, near
yonder sunrising ? But had they seen
this beautiful face, gazing with wist-
ful eyes upon the golden light of the
morning, neither Percy nor Philip
could have dreamed that this was
Zaidee, labouring, in her secret heart,
with prayers and plans a hundredfold,
to restore to his inheritance the exiled
heir of the Grange.
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THE BALTIC IN 1855.
PART II.
IN estimating the elements of Rus-
sian defence — in describing the mate-
rial form it presented at Cronstadt —
we made no mention of man ; yet man
and his labour constitute its real
strength and vitality; and no true
calculation can be made of it as a
whole without taking account of these,
as the means by which the system
has been raised, and must be main-
tained. Russia's strength — both ag-
gressive and defensive — lies, no doubt,
in the possession of masses of men,
and in the entire command and dis-
posal which despotism gives her over
them : in defence especially she finds
therein a compensation for her defi-
ciency in other resources — a power
which enables her to combat the art
and science of more civilised nations.
During this struggle she has used
this power — this resource — ruthlessly,
yet effectively; she has worked her
men as we would our steam-engines,
but she has thereby baffled our
chivalry and skill in the Crimea, and
nullified our steam force in the Baltic.
She has set man-power against steam,
muscle against mechanicalskill, masses
against valour — and the result has
been an amount of resistance, and an
equality betwixt the aggressive and
defensive forces, which we hardly ex-
pected. The present state of Cron-
stadt exemplifies such a result. Last
year there was a consciousness on
both sides that the place was assail-
able ; on both sides there was a sense
of weakness. The enemy knew that
his defence was in some degree open
to the vantage of steam attack ; we
felt that we had not the proper means
to make that attack with success.
The campaign closed virtually in
September, and could not open again
until May, thus leaving to both an
interval of many months for prepara-
tion— for supplying deficiencies, and
remedying defects in their adopted
mode of warfare. When the allied
fleet appeared once more before Cron-
stadt, it found that the foe had em-
)loyed its mechanism of bone and
iinew well and vigorously in repairing
VOL. LXXVIII. — NO. CCCCLXXX.
old and creating new defences. The
weakness had become strength. Did
we also make our advance prepared
and ready? Alas! what we lacked
at first, we lacked now. The gun-
boats were still too few; we were
still too weak for attack. Spite of
our steam-manufacturing and mecha-
nical resources, man-power had beaten
us. Much allowance must be made
for the energy with which it was
wielded, and the apathy which had
stagnated our own arrangements;
but even in what has been done, the
evidence of man-power as the vital
source of the antagonists we have to
encounter, stands forth so prominently,
that we could not rightly value Cron-
stadt without reckoning it as a main
agent therein — without considering
the fact that the living element is
equal to the material — that these forts
are no empty vaunts — that within
and behind these walls abides a mass
of at least forty thousand men, ready
all to dig or build— to fight and to be
slain in heaps at one despotic com-
mand.
The fact of these forty thousand
wills, these forty thousand bodies, all
in subjection to one purpose, gives a
stern meaning to the batteries of
Cronstadt ; gives us a strong warning
that we must not sleep, that we must
gird up our strength, rouse all our
energies, and gather in all our re-
sources to meet a force which is ever
acting, ever preparing against our
attack, if we would conquer our
enemy's defences. It was said at the
beginning of the war, in reference to
Russia's soldiers and sailors, that ill-
paid, ill-fed, ill-clad slaves would
neither work nor fight, and that they
would assuredly fail their masters in
the hour of need ; but despotism has
shown that it possesses some strong
principle which can extract from men
as much of labour, endurance, suffer-
ing, and obedience as human nature
is capable of rendering. It cannot
beget chivalry or high heroism, but
it can command- a dogged resolution,
a disciplined obedience, which, after
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[Oct.
them, are perhaps the qualities most
effective in military operations. Man-
power has done great things, left vast
monuments, vast signs and tokens in
the past ; and now it is achieving a
defence which will form a marked
page in the annals of military his-
tory.
So wholly martial, so wholly a
tenement of war seems the place we
are looking at, that it is hard to asso-
ciate it with civil or social life, much
less with commerce; and yet hither
and hence flows and reflows the great
current of Russian trade. In peace-
ful times, whole fleets of merchant-
ships sail beneath those grim for-
tresses, carrying out their freights of
machinery and cotton, and bearing
back cargoes of flax, hemp, tallow,
and timber. An unromantic traffic,
yet it meets many of our commercial
wants, and feeds the luxury of many
a palace at St Petersburg. Entire
lords of the soil, the nobles are the
chief exporters of its products ; and
so much are their revenues dependent
on this trade, that it is said English
gold buys the crops ere they are sown,
and that English capital furnishes the
means of production. The course of
this trade is now dammed up. Our
commercial enterprise has already
opened other sources of supply, and
found other markets. Where are
theirs? On such battle-ground we
should assuredly be victors; but we
hope — we men of the sword, we as-
pirants for martial renown — that to
us and to our allies will be given the
glory of subduing the foe in the grand
assay of arms to which he has pro-
voked us, long ere his might can be
frittered away by the slow operation of
blockades, closed markets, and sus-
pended commerce. Our traders re-
late curious incidents in their barter,
and tell strange tales of the effect pro-
duced on a cocked-hat and green
plume by an English cheese, and ot
the strange power which Yorkshire
hams have on the vision of belaced
and bespurred functionaries. But
our business is not with trade, with
cheeses, or hams. Our aim is war.
Let us then pursue the system of de-
fence, as it extends itself along the
northern shore of the Gulf— a shore
which fell into the hands of its con-
querors ready armed, strongly by art,.
more strongly by nature. The for-
tress of Sveaborg stood a citadel al-
ready built to their hands, and the
coast, more broken, more strewn with
islands, and more exposed to prevail-
ing gales, than the southern, offers
many and great difficulties to inroad
or invasion. This shore, so long
coveted, so long regarded with wistful
eyes — this shore, which would make
the sovereignty of the Gulf complete,
and convert a hostile frontier into a
sea boundary, was an acquisition very
alluring to Russian ambition, and very
advantageous to Russian policy. The
extension of territory, the addition of
so many square miles of empire, and
so many heads of people, are in them-
selves, without any other advantage,
motives enough for Russia's aggres-
sion. But here was a position which
combined for her the possession of a
vast seaboard with the dominancy of
the North, and she hugged the oppor-
tunity which extended such a prize
to her grasp. It fell an easy prey —
European politics aided the conquest.
Gold won its great fortress from
traitor hands, and gave it to new
masters in all its virgin strength, un-
assayed, unsubdued by arms. The
country and people could offer little
temptation. Cold and sterile, Fin-
land became the last refuge, the last
home of the Finnic race. Driven by
stronger migrations from their first
settlements and conquests, they re-
treated hither. Seas and oceans
barred their further wanderings, so
they spread themselves along its fens
and forests, and sat down quietly be-
side its lakes, rivers, and shores.
Broken in spirit and in fortune, they
subsided gradually into subjection
under the Teutonic knights, Swedes,
Russians, or any power which claimed
sovereignty over the land — sank into
a state simple and rude as their an-
cient nomade condition, only lacking
its wildness and movement. Thus
they have remained for centuries, ad-
vancing little with the tide of progress,
and retaining many of their nomadic
characteristics and habits. To chase
the elk in their forests, to trap the
fox and marten for their furs, to fish
in their turbid streams or lakes, are
still more congenial modes of liveli-
hood than to dig, or plough, or reap.
Necessity, however, in many places
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429
compels them to agriculture, and there
are many slopes and valleys, lying
betwixt the hills and beside the rivers,
which even now stand thick with
corn, and are green with rich pastu-
rage, in which large herds of cattle
and horses are fed.
They boast, these Finns, of a sort
of liberty, in an exemption from serf-
dom, though subject ever to a foreign
power, and little raised in actual life
above the condition of a serf; and,
doubtless, this consciousness of indi-
vidual freemanship makes the black
bread more sweet, the cold less chill-
ing, the toil less heavy, and the squalid
homes less dark and dreary. These
homes are wretched enough in appear-
ance. The houses are built of pines,
roughly hewn and rudely joisted to-
gether, the interstices being filled up
by a lining of moss. The rural popu-
lation live scattered about in hamlets
formed of these houses, heaped irregu-
larly together, on ground often only
partially cleared, and enclosed by a
rude paling. The Finns have no
noble class ; the merchants, the offi-
cials, and the dwellers in cities, form
their aristocracy. The cities, which
are all on the coast, boast a moderate
civilisation, and are peopled chiefly
by the functionaries and soldiers of
Russia, who keep aloof and apart
from the natives. These Russian
garrisons and this corps of officials
stand amid the people, much as the
Norman castles stood at first amid the
Saxon peasantry, awing and repress-
ing them, but aiding little in the
cause of civilisation or amalgama-
tion.
The Finns have one luxury — salt ;
one source of wealth and traffic in the
beautiful Baltic pines, which have no
equal in other countries, and for which,
in certain species of workmanship,
no substitute can be found. Both the
luxury and the traffic have been cut
off by our blockade. They can get
no salt wherewith to prepare their
winter store, and daily see the small
vessels laden with planks of deal for
exportation, or firewood for St Peters-
burg, seized by our cruisers. As
these prizes are made, we can think
without pity that many a palace grate
in the capital may thereby be fireless,
but it grieves us to feel that war com-
pels us to throw the shadow of pri-
vation over the squalid content of
these poor Finns.
Even such a country and such a
people have been turned to the ac-
count of despotism. The country, as
we said before, gave the command of
a sea and an ocean boundary — things
more acceptable to Russian aggran-
disement than a wealth of products
or an internal prosperity ; the people,
skilful at sea from early training in
the fishing and coasting trade, were
eagerly seized for the Russian navy,
and made the picked crews of the
Baltic fleet. So much for Finland
and the Finns. Let us turn again to
the shore. Low and wooded, it has
rather bolder features than the south-
ern coast, and does not, like it, run
into wide bays, and out in long pro-
montories, but breaks into narrow
indents, creeks, and inlets, and is
bordered ever by thousands of islets,
which lie thickly clustered together in
a minute intricacy resembling the
tracery of a tessellated pavement, or
the mazes of a gossamer web. Strange
and eccentric are the figures — the
fretted points, the jagged indents,
and the irregular sinuosities — which
the coast works as it winds onward.
Starting from Cronstadt, and leaving
the close narrow funnel end of the
Gulf, we find for the distance of
twenty miles that its shores begin to
bend outwards, until it opens into its
greatest width in the bay of Narva
on the south, and in Trans-Sund on
the north side. Betwixt these, though
nearer the ^southern shore, is the
island of Seskar, which is now a station
for a portion of the English fleet. To
the north, the shore rounds suddenly
into a bay and fine anchorage near
the island of Biorko, and, winding
thence, makes its first and largest
indent in Trans-Sund. At the end of
this stands Viborg, a considerable
town, and the capital of a province,
included in the government of Fin-
land, though a much older possession.
The passage, however, from the en-
trance is intricate and difficult, and
in many parts so narrow, that ships
passing through would be exposed to
the fire of rifles from either banks :
near the town, too, it is defended by
earthwork batteries and a barrier of
piles, behind which are war-steamers.
Lower down, in other islets, are the
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towns of Fredericksham and Lovisa,
places of some importance, and which
have been the objects of attacks here-
after to be narrated. Following the
shore hence as it bends rather more to
the southward, we arrive at Helsing-
fors and its fortress of Sveaborg, a
name of strength. Here we are ar-
rested by the second great strong-
hold— the second point in Russian
defence. Though only the adaptation
of her policy, not its creation, Svea-
borg stands before us still as another
index of Russia's system — another
proof of her strength. The natural
advantages of Sveaborg, as and for a
naval station, though different, are as
great and peculiar as those of Cron-
stadt. Its position near the mouth
of the Gulf gives it a primary im-
portance to a power which would
stretch its empire onwards — marking
the stages by -strongholds, until
Bothnia and the Baltic become as
much a Russian sea as the Gulf of
Finland : its harbour, its strength,
the vicinity of the pine forests, all
increase its value to a power which
would create and maintain a great
navy.
At a point on the northern shore,
almost opposite to Revel, but rather
more to the eastward, where the land
circles in a bight, and then, springing
out, spreads like a mushroom into a
broad low promontory, stands Hel-
singfors — a stately city, with its
squares, streets, promenades, dock-
yards, and official buildings. More
central in position, it has superseded
Abo as a capital, and become the seat
of government, or rather the head-
quarters of the military rule which
subjects the land. From the lowest
point of this promontory a chain of
small islands stretches for about a
mile and a half to the south, and
then, bending to the eastward till it
again meets the mainland, completely
encloses a magnificent basin, broad,
deep, spacious, and sheltered, like a
lake. Nature had made this a haven.
Its advantages also as a naval sta-
tion, its size, its security, the diffi-
culty of access, and the capacity for
defence, were too great to be over-
looked ; and there Sweden, in its
palmy days, when its strength was
unbroken and its pride unquelled,
when it could stand face to face and
foot to foot with its great rival, built
its ships and fixed its power. The
place, position, and character of the
defences declared themselves. The
islands in the eastern part of the
chain being comparatively large, and
divided only by narrow channels, pos-
sess almost the impenetrability of a
promontory, but betwixt the east of
these (Back Holmen) and the city a
number of islands, smaller, more open,
and scattered, form the south-west
face of the harbour. Amid these were
five, which lay nestled so closely to-
gether in a group, and were so situ-
ated relatively, that they could be all
easily joined and united as parts in
one whole of defence. On these Swe-
den set its fortress of Sveaborg. Built
on rocky foundations, constructed ac-
cording to the rules of regular art,
and planned so that though each
island was a complete fort in itself,
the five might be still constituent
parts of one great work, it was long
numbered among the strong places of
the world, and stood pre-eminent
as the stronghold of the North. Svea-
borg has been often styled the Gib-
raltar of the North, but to military
eyes it will suggest a greater resem-
blance to Malta. Like that island-
fortification, it is, though on a much
smaller scale, a combination of de-
tached forts; like it, has its walls
built on and out of the rock itself,
many of its embrasures hewn and its
slopes scarped from the solid stone of
its own basement ; like it, its ramparts
rise tier above tier, frowning down on
deep narrow passages; and it, also, is
esteemed a model of art. This island-
fortress follows next in proximity to
Back Holmen, which we spoke of
as the last link of the eastern bend.
Betwixt the latter and Gustavsvard,
the southernmost fort, which hangs
like a pendant from the rest, flows
the chief channel or entrance to the
haven of Helsingfors. This channel,
though deep, is only about one hun-
dred and fifty yards in breadth, and
twice as much in length. On the
side of Back Holmen it was quite
naked of defences, but the rock-built,
rock-hewn batteries of Gustavsvard
flank it with a strong and heavy fire,
and, as the chain here makes a sud-
den turn to the north, the inner end
of the entrance is overlapped and
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431
raked by the guns from the south
faces of Vargon and Oster or East
Svarto. These islands lie north of
Gustavsvard, nearly abreast of each
other, are the principal in size and
importance, and form, as it were, the
mainland of the group. Vargon, the
chief and centre, is the citadel, to
which the others, attached by cause-
ways and bridges, serve as outworks.
Its fortifications, planned on scientific
principles, and comprehending all the
regular details of ravelin, lunette,
bastion, cavalier, &c., command, over-
top, and enfilade all the rest, though
its main batteries bear towards the
south-west or sea side, and the en-
trance to the harbour. A little mili-
tary town, with its church, barracks,
and official houses, stands within its
lines ; behind its south-west bastions
are large magazines ; a larger one is
placed on the north-east shore, and
near it appears a most extensive
range of docks for galleys. A pon-
toon bridge and causeway connect
Vargon with East Svarto, a large
long island, which lies close to it on
the harbour side, and though sur-
rounded by fortified lines, has few
guns mounted, except on the south
side. Its central space is appropri-
ated to ground for the exercise of
troops, gardens, barracks, and provi-
sion stores. Along the north and
eastern side, facing the harbour, are
sheds for one hundred and sixty gun-
boats, and immense stacks of wood ;
on that next to Vargon stands an
extensive arsenal. Directly north of
this and Vargon, Lilla, Svarto, and
West Svarto, complete the cluster of
islands and the chain of defences. At
a little distance from the latter is
a detached islet called Lang-brn,
strongly fortified also; these together
defend another passage, which leads
into the north or inner harbour, and
though less deep and practicable than
the main one, is still available, espe-
cially for small vessels. One other
island, Stora Rantan, originally un-
fortified, carries on the chain to the
mainland of Helsingfors.
Let us review briefly this position
and defence of the enemy as it existed
at the beginning of the war. There
was a fine harbour formed by a bight
in the land, and a barrier of islands
which circled from one side of it to
the other. In its centre was an an-
chorage for ships of war, sheltered
and spacious; and if this were not
secure enough, there was an inner
one close under the walls of the town
still more land-locked and more pro-
tected. Of the many inlets which led
betwixt the islands to these anchor-
ages two only were practicable for
attack, and these were guarded by a
fortress, the batteries of which would
sweep both them and the sea -ap-
proaches by a fire from hundreds of
guns. There was the fortress itself,
strong by nature and art, and amply
supplied with all the resources of
men, munition, and material, — there
was the town, with its garrison of
forty thousand men, and its immense
reserves of stores, from which the
wants of Sveaborg could be readily
fed and supplied in case of need, and
in front of its walls, for many miles
betwixt it and the open waters of the
Gulf, lay myriads of islets and sunken
rocks, which rendered the navigation
difficult, if not perilous, spite of the
general depth of water. Across the
main channel a three-decker man-of-
war had been moored to obstruct the
passage, and some earthworks thrown
up hastily on Sveaborg. Such was
the position. What was its strength
— what its weakness? Its strength
consisted first, of course, in the char-
acter of the fortification, the number
of its guns, in the difficulty of ap-
proach, and of making an impression
on its walls ; then, in the facts that
nought could be done until Sveaborg
was subdued — that it could be at-
tacked on its own ground only by
ships, as not a line could be raised
against it or a soldier landed on its
shores until its fire was silenced and
it had become untenable— that ships
attempting to force the entrances
would be opposed by a crushing fire —
and that the strong garrison at Hel-
singfors rendered a combined attack
by land and sea possible only by the
presence of a large army.
Its weaknesses were many, — more,
perhaps, than are at first apparent, or
have been fairly reckoned. In the
first place, the islands to the east-
ward of the chain offered points of
occupation, where troops might be
landed and batteries erected against
the ships in the harbour and the
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forts ; then the depth of water along
the sea face and the absence of a
cross fire admitted of ships steaming
in within point-blank range, exposed
only to the direct fire of the batteries,
which, however, would be formidable
enough; then there were many points
from which Sveaborg and the town it
protected were open to the effects of a
distant cannonade without the oppor-
tunity of return, and the numerous
islands which lay at a distance of two
thousand yards from the forts, and
nearly in a parallel line to them, were
so many sites for batteries : any and
each of these weaknesses suggested
a separate plan of attack — combined,
they presented an opportunity which
might have been fatal to the enemy ;
but the means or the will were wanting.
The opportunity passed away. Such
was the position in 1854 ; what was
it in 1855? Had the enemy overlook-
ed the weak points, or neglected to
strengthen them ? Such oversight or
neglect was hardly to be expected.
When the second campaign opened,
the islands of Back Holmen, Kung's
Holmen, and all the prominent points
of the mainland on either side, were
studded with earthworks, and a two-
decker was moored in the passage
betwixt Lang-orn and West Svarto,
so that General Jones's plan of an
attack from Back Holmen had be-
come impracticable, and many places
formerly favourable for a distant fire
were now effectually commanded.
It will be seen that Sveaborg dif-
fered much from Cronstadt in the
character of its defences. On paper,
or to an unpractised eye, it might look
as formidable ; but to those who un-
derstood naval movements — to those
who had rather encounter heavy
guns than shoal water, narrow pas-
sages, and pile barriers — to those who
held it the highest vantage to close
with an enemy, it would seem an
easier enterprise. It was doubtless
more accessible, more assailable. So
thought Russia, for she withdrew her
ships from thence at the first oppor-
tunity. Near Helsingfors is the fine
anchorage of Baro Sound, and lower
down the Gulf are the Han go forts —
the objects last year of our mock
demonstration — now deserted posts,
abandoned by the enemy on account of
their confessed weakness. Rounding
the turning of the Gulf, and thread-
ing an intricacy of passages greater
than has yet been met, we arrive at
Abo, the ancient capital of Finland,
and there find the usual obstacles of
boom-barrier and earthwork.
Thus have we traversed the Gulf
of Finland, surveyed its shores, re-
connoitred its strongholds, and noted,
as we were able, the details of Rus-
sian defence. Let us view it for a
moment as a whole. The line of
this defence includes two shores of a
narrow sea, which flows betwixt dif-
ferent divisions of the empire. This
line is guarded by strong military
positions at all the prominent points
of attack, three of these being naval
stations, and two first-class fortresses:
it is occupied by large bodies of
troops, connected by a chain of posts,
and capable of speedy concentration
or reinforcement ; and a system of
telegraphs keeps up a communication
throughout it. Its great extent
would be a weakness did the different
parts depend on the capital for sup-
plies, but each province has its own
corps, and can feed its own seaboard
strongholds from its own resources.
Long preparation had provided every-
where abundant war materiel, had
strengthened the different posts ; the
weak ones were abandoned, and the
ships withdrawn within their de-
fences. Thus, trusting to the number
of her men, the extent of her war
resources, to the difficulty of her
shores, and the strength of her for-
tresses, Russia stood on her defence.
The great objects of this defence
were to maintain her seaboard intact,
and to preserve her navy.
This defence suggested several
modes of attack: one was to seize the
Aland Islands as a point cfappui ;
thence to carry on a series of com-
bined operations by sea and land
successively against Abo, Helsingfors,
Vyborg, and the strong places of
Finland, and thus wrest from the
enemy the possession of one of his
lines of coast anti; the military domi-
nancy of a province. This, how-
ever, demanded the co - operation
of an army, and more time, per-
haps, than a summer campaign could
have afforded. Another was, by
an organised plan of assault on
one or both of the great fortresses,
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to break the line of defence, destroy
the fleet and resources, and thereby
strike a blow at the life of the naval
power of Russia. The proper execu-
tion of this required a large force of
gun-boats and mortars, skill and
opportunity. A third was simply to
drive the enemy within his lines, to
blockade his seas and ports ; a naval
force which he feared to meet would
suffice for this purpose.
A brief narrative of the events of
the year 1855 will best show how
much or little we, as assailants,
adopted any or either of these modes.
Such a narrative will perchance ap-
pear tame to a public already glutted
with highly spiced and highly embel-
lished accounts, in which the blowing
up a deserted fort, the burning of
storehouses, and the capture of wood
boats, were described in terms gran-
diloquent and lengthy enough to have
sufficed for announcing such battles as
Copenhagen or Algiers. The exag-
geration of military exploits is ever
the bane of military glory. The meed
of praise or reward lightly won leaves
no incentive to real heroism ; the self-
laudation of small deeds gives little
promise of great ones.
In our last chapter we left the allied
fleets anchored off the north shore of
Cronstadt.
No change disturbed, DO event
varied, the monotony of their blockade,
save light skirmishes with telegraph
stations, and chases after poor wood-
boats. The expedition to Narva has
been already alluded to. Men's minds
were still anxiously turned to the
future.
On the 14th July the two British
admirals, accompanied by the French
squadron, and taking with them the
greater part of the gun-boats, and all
the mortar-vessels, departed for Nar-
gen, leaving Admiral Baines, with
eleven line-of-battle ships, in the old
anchorage off the Tolbuken.
Meanwhile a flying squadron, under
Captain Yelverton, consisting of the
Arrogant, Magicienne, and Ruby gun-
boats, with occasional changes and
additions, made frequent raids and in-
cursions on the shore betwixt Vyborg
and Helsingfors. A numerous fleet
of unarmed boats was captured at
Kotka; at Svartholm, near the en-
trance to Lovisa, a large fort, from
which the garrison had fled, was blown
up, immense ranges of barracks and
storehouses, and great quantities of
war material, were burnt or destroyed.
A landing was effected in the town of
Lovisa itself, which was accidentally
set on fire during the night ; at Fre-
dericksham a battery was engaged,
silenced, and great loss of life, it was
supposed, inflicted on the enemy ; the
whole coast was harried, and much
mischief done.
An attempt to inflict the same de-
struction on Vyborg failed signally.
The Ruby and boats 'detached
from the Arrogant and Magicienne
having proceeded within sight of the
town, found their farther advance
checked by a strong barrier and a
masked battery, and were obliged to
withdraw, their retreat being harassed
by the fire of riflemen from the banks,
and impeded by the explosion of a
magazine in one of their own boats.
Thus the month of July passed
away. It was well known now that
an expedition against Sveaborg was
meditated, and men's interest was
speedily turned from the small actions
of the summer to the expectation of
this greater enterprise. The admirals
remained at Nargen, maturing their
plans, and awaiting the arrival of
reinforcements, and fresh supplies of
ammunition, and other materiel.
Early in August the vessels were all
assembled and arrangements com-
pleted. On the 6th the allied squad-
rons left Nargen and appeared before
Sveaborg. The British force consisted
of two liners, four block-ships, four
screw -frigates, four large paddle-
wheel, and several smaller steamers,
sixteen mortar and sixteen gun boats.
The French had their line-of-battle
ships, five mortar and five gun boats.
On the 8th the position, which had
been already planned, was taken up.
Nearly south-west of Vargon, and at
a distance of about 3300 yards from
it, is the small island of Oterhall.
This was the site of a reconnoissance
in the early part of the year, and to
the left and right of it the mortar-
vessels were moored head and stern,
at an average range of 3200 yards, —
hawsers being laid out, whereby the
distance might be altered according
to circumstances. Lieut. Hobart was
intrusted with the naval management
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of these vessels. The mortars were
manned by men of the Royal Marine
Artillery, and Captain Wemyss of that
corps had the chief charge and direc-
tion of them ; Captains Lawrence and
Schomberg, commanding divisions un-
der him, and nine subalterns, being
distributed among the different vessels.
The gun-boats, arranged in several
divisions, were to take their stations
respectively about 400 or 500 yards
in advance of the right, left, right and
left centre of this line ; five, under
Commander Preedy, were to manoeuvre
in front, and rather in prolongation of
the extreme left ; two, under the
orders of Captain Stewart, were placed
round Oterhall ; and seven more, com-
manded by Captains Ramsay, Glasse,
and Vansittart, occupied the right
and right centre. Two others, armed
with Lancaster guns, under the orders
and direction of Captain Hewlett,
were to assail the three-decker moored
in the channel. In front of our right
the French planted four mortars on
the island of Ny Rantan, and in rear
of and around it their gun and mor-
tar boats took position. The Corn-
wallis, Hastings, and Amphion, at
some distance to the eastward, occu-
pied the attention of the batteries on
Sandhamm and Kung's Holmen. The
flag-ships and other liners were an-,
chored out of range in rear of the left
or western division ; a frigate and the
paddle-wheel steamers behind Oter-
hall forming a reserve to the different
parts of the attack. The Arrogant,
Cossack, and Cruiser kept in check
some troops lauded on the island of
Drumsir to the westward.
Thus disposed, our force occupied
a position parallel to the line of the
forts from Back Holmen to Lang-bra,
threatening and commanding all the
different points.
Between seven and eight in the
morning of the 9th the first shell was
fired, — it was a trial shot. Many eyes
watched its course. It fell well and
truly. The range was good. Then
mortar after mortar opened fire, and
their shells burst in the very heart of
Vargon — a little white cloud rising
where each had sped its way. Soon
after, the gun-boats took up their sta-
tions about four or five hundred yards
in advance of the mortars, moving
hither and thither, circling and wheel-
ing, passing and repassing — ever in
motion, never giving a fixed point
for aim, so that the shot plunged about
and around them, without taking a
life or striking a splinter. Their fire
was directed chiefly against Stora
Rantan, now armed by a battery,
Lang-orn, West Svarto, and the two-
decker lying betwixt them ; and was
throughout effective. The enemy re-
turned the fire vigorously at first. The
cannonade grew loud and heavy —
gun answered gun, and " far flashed
the red artillery." About nine o'clock
those who witnessed the conflict saw
a bright flame and a thick cloud rise
from Vargon ; presently the flame grew
redder and redder, the cloud darker
and thicker, and then the whole centre
of the fort was wrapped in fire and
smoke. Every moment the fire be-
came fiercer and spread wider, until
a loud explosion told that it had
reached a magazine. Another explo-
sion followed, and about noon one
again, louder and heavier, which seem-
ed to shake the very battlements.
There is no event of war more strik-
ing in effect, more grand, than an ex-
plosion. The deep heavy concussion,
the bursting cloud, and the eruption
of dust and stones, fire and smoke,
into the air — the shaking of land and
waters, as if by an earthquake, the
hush which involuntarily follows,
whilst men take breath, and think
what has happened, — all these must
create a new and startling sensation,
even amid the din and blaze of con-
flict. All day the bombardment con-
tinued; the shells fell with deadly aim,
and the fire did its wild and devas-
tating work. At night there was no
cessation. The gun-boats were re-
called, and replaced by rocket-boats.
The mortars still threw their mis-
siles, " spreading death-shapes." The
rockets sped, hissing and writhing
through the air like fiery serpents,
streaking the darkness with meteoric
flashes, and the fires of Sveaborg,
with u conflagration pale, lit the gloom."
In the morning the gun-boats came to
their old posts, and the work began
earnestly as ever. The three-decker
had been compelled to move from the
channel betwixt Gustavsvard and
Back Holmen, and find shelter behind
East Svarto, where, it is said, she after-
wards sank. Towards mid-day the
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conflagration seemed to break out
afresh and extend to East Svarto; and
there finding more combustible mate-
rial to feed on, burnt more furiously
and fiercely than ever, sweeping and
rushing on over the buildings, throw-
ing up great jets of light and columns
of smoke, and lapping the walls with
angry flames. Again the night came
on, again the shells fell, the rockets
sped, and the fires burned. In the
morning the firing ceased — Sveaborg
stood a charred, blackened, and
smouldering ruin. All that was with-
in the reach of destruction had been
destroyed ; but though there was so
much desolation within, without the
walls stood intact and strong as ever.
However, all had been done which
could or was intended to be done. So
the ships were withdrawn.
So ended the bombardment, which
had been carried on for two days with-
out intermission — night and day it had
neither ceased nor slackened. All
parts of the attacking force had been
engaged in it ; all had acted in sup-
port and unison ; the efficacy of all
arms had been tried ; the energy of
all classes called into play. The re-
sults had been great ; and though it
may not be worthy of record among
our triumphs or our great deeds, it
will be recognised as an exploit of war,
exhibiting much skill, zeal, and con-
duct.
The mortars, of course, bore the
brunt of the work. Their fire was
excellent, and its rapidity and exact-
ness were high eulogies on the skill
and judgment of the officers who di-
rected it. The gun-boats were more
exposed to danger, had plenty to do,
and did it well. The officers and men
belonging to the larger ships were
afforded an opportunity of service in
the rocket-boats.
The brilliant delusion which seized
the minds of the people of England,
moving even the dull hearts of the
men of Manchester with a spasm of
triumph, that "Sveaborg was no
more," has doubtless passed away ;
those who were loud in their po3ans,
and saw in imagination the fortress
lying in ruin and annihilation before
them, have doubtless returned to rea-
son, and men will be ready to receive
a calm and dispassionate comment on
the event as it really was— on its real
issue and importance. Military ex-
ploits can never be fairly judged by
extravagant expectations, by proba-
bilities or theories, or what might have
been done, but by a comparison be-
twixt the design or purpose with
which they were undertaken, and
their fulfilment of it. The admirals
assert "that the operations contem-
plated by them were limited to such
destruction of the fortress and
arsenals as could be accomplished by
means of mortars." As such, the ope-
rations were eminently successful —
successful as punishment and warn-
ing to the enemy — as an experiment
for ourselves. The enemy had been
scared out of the belief of his invul-
nerability, had been attacked at all
points, assailed with every kind of
missile ; had seen his men falling
around him, his material consumed,
and had felt his powerlessness to de-
fend or retaliate ; he had been com-
pelled to withdraw the three- decker, a
part of his defences, and had been left at
last with a naked fortress, a mere shell,
gutted and cleared of all its habita-
tions and arsenals. This was certain-
ly ample fulfilment of the design.
Spies and deserters brought intel-
ligence that two thousand men had
been killed or wounded, that six hun-
dred had perished in the great explo-
sion alone, that the three-decker had
sunk, and that all the buildings on
Vargon and Svarto had been burnt to
the ground. This was scarcely an ex-
aggeration of the results to be expect-
ed from such a bombardment. Var-
gon, from its position, had suffered
most, but all the other forts along the
line showed marks of injury. Helsing-
fors lay at our mercy. It was spared.
Our foes, it is said, gratefully acknow-
ledged this generous forbearance ; it
was a noble return for the brutality of
Hango. It cannot be doubted that
Sveaborg, as a fortress, stands firm
and formidable as ever, that not a
stone of its walls was overturned, nor
a gun injured ; but the demolition of
its stores, and the destruction of its
arsenals, will doubtless be a severe
loss and mortification. It boots not
now to argue whether or not more
might have been done. .Such results
were aimed at, such results have been
attained.
As an experiment the bombard-
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ment has taught us many lessons. It
has taught us that our foe is not be-
yond our reach ; it has taught us the
value of the long-range missiles, and
the proper means to be employed for
the future. There was a failure in
the material. The mortars, owing
either to defective casting or the
quick and frequent firing, became
quite unserviceable at the end of the
two days, — two were burst, and al-
most all the rest ran at the vent and
chamber, so that they could not be
fired again ; and our rockets seem so
dangerous to handle, that they fre-
quently inflict serious injury on our
own men.
This bombardment will probably
close the campaign, which has not
been signalised by any great event.
Its operations have been restricted to
the annoyance of the enemy and the
destruction of his property. Not a
ship mounting a gun nor a defended
fort has been taken; not a foot of
ground been wrested from him ; not
a trophy captured. His line of de-
fence remains unbroken, and our re-
lative position as assailants and de-
fenders is little altered. Such opera-
tions as it has displayed are necessary,
but they are overrated when looked
upon as having any important effect
on the bearing of a war or the ex-
haustion of a powerful enemy's re-
sources. They are great accessories,
though they alone will never decide
the war, or affect its continuance —
can never subdue or humble an ene-
my like ours. Expenditure of money
and man-power may distress, but will
neither exhaust nor humble him.
Such a result will be only achieved
by a blow struck at his territorial
power or political ascendancy. Such
a blow would be the overthrow of
one or both of the great strongholds.
Such a blow it was the hope of the
nation would have been struck in each
successive year of the campaign. That
hope must now be carried on to a
third ; yet it still lives and is strong.
1854 was a year of reconnoissance.
It was also a year of golden oppor-
tunities. Few men doubt now that
Sveaborg was then open to destruc-
tion, and that the impregnability of
Cronstadt might then have been
fairly tested. We were unready,
however, — unprepared with the pro-
per means — diffident of our own
strength — ignorant of the enemy's —
loth to stamp the commencement of
the war with the evil augury of a
catastrophe ; — so the opportunity was
lost. " There are three things," says
the Arab, " which can never be re-
claimed,— the spoken word, the sped
arrow, and the lost opportunity."
1855 has been a year of experiment.
We are well assured now of all the
best points of attack, and of the best
means to be used. We know that an
overwhelming force of gun and mortar
boats will be necessary for future
operations, and that ships of light
draught, and guns of long range, are
our best weapons. It might be
thought, too, that a body of troops,
to be landed for short operations at
different points, might take from our
enterprises the doubtfulness and in-
completeness which has hitherto cha-
racterised them. Such a force, wielded
by hands which can unite the discre-
tion of present with the daring of
past days, must surely be successful.
1856 should be the year of great
deeds and great results. It will have
the wisdom and experience gathered
in the former ones, and should garner
their fruits. The success which was
once offered to opportunity, must now
be won by force and daring. With
added strength we shall meet added
resistance. Yet still the hope is
strong within us, if the nation be
true to itself, and send forth an arma-
ment equal to the service, that
Sveaborg will be ours, and that the
scene of conflagrations, explosions,
crippled ships, and blackened ruins
which we have just been rejoicing
over, will be enacted anew at Cron-
stadt with more terribleness, and at-
tended with fuller triumph.
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MODERN LIGHT LITERATURE— HISTORY.
Two or three generations ago, when
it was our wont to have extensive
dealings with the Muses, and invoke
these venerable ladies for every page
of turgid verse or inflated prose
" composition," the Muse of History
— a matron of the direst respectabi-
lity— was something awful to approach
or venture upon. Who does not re-
member the rustling echo of these
prodigious brocades of hers, as she
swept by in hoop and farthingale,
keeping her solemn antique fashion,
with a grave disdain of the scanty
draperies of her less decorous sisters?
Thalia might be extravagant, or Mel-
pomene forget her gravity; but the
historic muse was always proper,
always observant of becoming de-
corums— a general chaperone and mis-
tress of the ceremonies, taking care of
all the young ladies of Olympus, and
preserving a moderate degree of order
and propriety even in the much- in-
vaded court of these poetic deities.
We might trifle with the others as we
would, but who dared be less than
respectful of this severe and " unim-
passioned" dowager — this impartial
observer of everything, who sat aloft
like a second Justice, weighing the
nations in her gigantic scales ?
And when she would write, she
went about this solemn operation
with an importance becoming its
weighty nature. Great were the pre-
parations of the historic muse ; and
with awe and wonder, out of this
busy age of ours, we look back upon
her as she accumulates libraries,
stalks over hills and sea in solemn
travel, buries herself in important
and mystical seclusion ; and after a
year or two of uninterrupted quiet
and mysterious labours, lays down
her pen, an immortal relic for the
veneration of future ages, when her
great achievement is completed at
last.
Alas ! the spirit of her dream has
changed. No rustling brocades, no
measured march, no solemn avant
courier proclaims the journeys or the
researches of our historic muse. There
she is— behold her !— in the library of
the British Museum, with her poke
bonnet, her umbrella, her india-rubber
overshoes; perhaps — most likely—
some sandwiches in that pocket where
weighty tablets and bits of antiquity
alone were wont to be. There she
sits all the dull November day, the
London fog peering in at her through
the big windows ; nobody blowing a
trumpet to clear the way as she goes
home through the dingy streets of
Bloomsbury, — instead of her triumphal
car, putting up with an omnibus, and
possibly carrying her notes in her
little bag or basket, like any ordinary
womankind who has been buying
buttons or hooks -and -eyes. Oh,
grievous downfall and decadence !
Yet is not this the whole. For her
one immortal quill the poor lady has
nothing better than a box of steel
pens, hard and mercantile, which the
most enthusiastic fancy could scarcely
consecrate; and instead of a slow
succession of elaborate volumes, full
of style and pomp, accuracy and im-
portance, it is a shower of pretty
books in red and blue, gilded and
illustrated, light and dainty and per-
sonal, that fall upon us from her
hands. In short, it is not Edward
Gibbon, but Agnes Strickland — the
literary woman of business, and not
the antique man of study — who in-
troduces familiarly to our households
in these days the reduced pretensions
of the historic muse.
Now, it is not to be disputed that,
to a great majority of us, who are
working -day people, and scarcely
know what retirement and leisure is,
Borne and its Decline and Fall are
something of a bore ; and though we
speak of him with the profoundest
respect, who reads the elaborate and
ponderous volumes of Gibbon ? It is
but of small comparative importance
to us that he should keep step with
himself, elegantly, and in perfect
time ; indeed, to tell the truth, in our
irregular and impetuous age, a break
in the cadence would be the greatest
relief to us, and a " false quantity "
endear the historian more than the
most rigid correctness in the world.
These books were made for an age of
leisure, for a restricted and narrow
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audience, which itself dabbled in
"composition," and appreciated its
niceties. But we are little given to
style in this busy generation, and the
mannerisms in which we abound are
for the most part characteristic and
individual, marvellously different from
the solemn polish of the coat- armour
of our predecessors. So far our pub-
lic is better off when we have anything
to say to them ; and when we have
nothing to say, pure foolishness itselt
is at least honester than a string of
pompous sentences, which look as if
they meant something, but in reality
are only empty vestments — style, and
nothing more.
The historic muse, however, has
lost more than her mere personal
eclat and importance in these days.
The historical poem is an extinct
existence; they are neither Shake-
speares nor Homers who frequent the
British Museum. Our poets are a
great deal too much occupied about
the inner life to have a due apprecia-
tion of the outer one, and, in making
"magnificent protests against material-
ism," are gradually excluding them-
selves from all that noble externalform
and circumstance which the old min-
strels used so picturesquely and so lov-
ingly, and which the grand Poet of the
universe does not disdain to use. So long
as we are dealing with human people,
and not with pure intellects, we are
afraid an event must remain more
important than a mere significance,
though it is a significance of our own
finding out, which nobody ever dreamt
of before. Your poet of history must
have an eye for things, as well as a
soul for subtle investigations — a per-
ception of appearances, and humanity
enough in him to believe in what he
sees. The outward dress and habili-
ment of this world is something more
than a mere husk, after all ; and the
secret soul within which fashions all
our movements, takes colour and im-
pulse many a time from the " mate-
rialisms," which also are of God's
making, and perhaps not so vulgar,
after all, if we could but look at them
aright. But however that may be, it
is not mere ethical Mind which is
qualified to deal with history; and as
our Tennysons, great and small, are
psychological, and given to meta-
physics, the result is that historical
poems are numbered with the things
that have been.
We are not great at historical
novels either in this day — perhaps
because we are more universally ac-
quainted with the costume and lan-
guage of the old time, and are rather
a hard audience to deal with, and
much disposed to suspect a masquer-
ade ; perhaps because we are seldom
or never honest in our historical fic-
tions, but always have some ulterior
motive, some development to trace
out, or principle to illustrate, or hid-
den significance to evolve. This in-
trusive century of ours goes with us
everywhere. We are perpetually
tracing out with inquisitive finger, in
the far-away records of the past, those
springs and fountain-heads from which,
by far descent and slow degrees, the
rivers of our prosperity and national
character have come — a laudable oc-
cupation certainly; but it is always
the safest policy to do what we are
about, " aefauld," and single-minded,
and to keep our eye upon our subject,
altogether independent of its connec-
tion with ourselves — especially when
we recollect that these old heroes had
not a thought of the nineteenth cen-
tury under these grim visors of theirs,
nor the smallest intention of benefit-
ing us by their blunders and mis-
chances, their breaking of heads and
spears, their squabbles with kings
and commons. So our philosophising
tendency comes in our way once more.
The historical novel is beyond our
powers, like the historical poem ; and
we can no more write a second
Quentin Durward than a second King
John.
Yes, it is very true — yet there is
comfort in the circulating library ; we
are not altogether delivered into the
grim hands of the old historic muse.
Novel-less, and without a single heroic
canto to brag of, we have still an
easy byway here and there remain-
ing, by which a glimpse of the grand
highroad may be had at small ex-
pense. The idea was a happy one,
though neither quite new, nor very
admirably carried out. Biographies
of kings and great persons are al-
ways the staple of history ; and the
true poetic idea of historic teaching, /
the principle adopted in the grandest
and most antique of records, the Bible
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itself, is that of personal narrative.
To this larger principle it occurred to
one ingenious lady to unite a lesser
one, very well established in private
life ; to wit, that you are much
more likely to attain a thorough ac-
quaintance with a man, the habits,
nature, and motives of the same,
when you know his wife, than when
your personal knowledge is only of
himself. A homely truth enough,
when placed in conjunction with the
more important one ; yet true not-
withstanding, and of practical use
and importance, as most of us know
experimentally. So we have no
longer mere records of kings and
statesmen and politicians. The faded
glories of old wardrobes- bloom out
before us from the dusty account-
books, that were closed and reckoned
up a thousand years ago. Old cham-
bers of old palaces wake up to echoes
of their ancient housewifery ; and
through this quaint telescopic glass
we have a strange one-sided glimpse
of the larger historic scene, its posi-
tions reversed for once, and its great
people coming in only as incidental
figures, to the clearer revealing of the
throned and sceptred lady who was
but a very secondary personage in
our other view of this same scene.
It was a pretty thought, and struck
the popular fancy ; and if we are not
tolerably well satisfied by this time
with the records of feminine royalty,
we are very ungrateful people, and
do not appreciate as we ought the
exertions of Miss Strickland, and of
the host of disciples and imitators
who have followed in her train.
The first place in this branch of
modern literature belongs without
dispute to Miss Strickland, by right
of superior value and importance, as
well as of priority. She has founded
the school, such as it is, and deserves
full credit for the original conception ;
and her works are at once more vol-
uminous, and more entitled to serious
consideration, than any of her suc-
cessors. It seems to us idle to discuss
what claims these volumes have as his-
torical authorities ; their view is partial
and limited by necessity, and in pro-
portion as they are true to their im-
mediate subject, they must be content
to lose in breadth and general power.
The court affront or saucy indecorum
439
which brings tears to a fair queen's
eyes, may be a much more pictur-
esque and characteristic incident than
a prosy board of council or clamorous
Eopular assembly, though the ruder
ict is tenfold more important ; and
little weight can be attached to the
chronicle in which a graceful individual
act holds equal place with a national
revolution ; and the fashion of a coro-
nation robe is of quite as much im-
portance as the framing of a law.
Undue pretension would only bring
contempt upon these pleasant addi-
tions to our literature. We will not
say that Miss Strickland makes saints
of her Catholic princesses, and deals
unjustly with their Protestant sisters,
as she tells us she has been accused
of doing ; but our authoress has not
failed to perceive, with many a greater
writer, how much more picturesque
and attractive adversity and misfor-
tune are than success and happiness,
and with a very natural generosity
she takes the part of the afflicted and
belied. Discrowned and humiliated
royalty has always something pathe-
tic in its condition ; and in general, if
we are not very mean creatures our-
selves, we have an instinctive respect
for the fallen greatness, which con-
quers our enmity by its own over-
throw. Nor does Miss Strickland's
weakness in this respect go half so
far as some of her greater contem-
poraries. She has never reached at
any time that height of sentimen-
talism to which Lamartine attains in
his Girondists. Misfortune is the
most extraordinary talisman in the
world, in the hands of the French
historian. The fiercest ruffian of the
Mountain expands into sublimity and
heroism whenever this touchstone is
applied to him ; and the tyrant whom
we abhor and denounce on one page,
becomes, by a rapid revolution on the
next, the martyr for whose sorrows
we are called upon to weep.
We lose our sense of moral right
and wrong altogether over such fas-
cinating volumes as those of the
French poet, philosopher, and states-
man. Such a formal and cruel thing
as justice is not to be tolerated in the
rose-coloured atmosphere of his philo-
sophy, where the first touch of suffer-
ing is enough to efface the cruelest
vices, and where misfortune, more
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effectual than the purgatorial fires,
infallibly and speedily throws an an-
gelic radiance over the murderers and
despots whom success made infamous.
A little of this same sentiment is in
all our histories. Who can doubt
that a hundred charms of romance
and imagination, which endear to us
the hapless race of Stuarts, would never
have belonged to them had the race
been prosperous instead of hapless?
Who cares for James, the First and
Sixth — he who was prosperous and
peaceable, and reaped none of the
dragon's teeth, yet who, perchance,
might have made a very pretty
martyr, had such been his fate? or
who will ever take the pains to tell us
what the second Charles remembered
of his romantic youthful adventures,
in such rhymes as those that embody
the reverie of " Charles Edward at
Versailles ? " Mary herself, the fruit-
ful subject of tale and song, had she
lived to the age of her princely rival
Elizabeth, and died in full possession
of her power and state, but with
beauty gone and strength exhausted,
who would have cared, in these later
days, to swear themselves knight-
errants for her reputation ? No ! Put
political opinions aside, and moral
verdicts; but the death-room of state,
in the great halls of Windsor, has no
chance against the " ensanguined
block of Fotheringay." The tears of
half-a-dozen poor attendants speak
more eloquently than the plaudits of
a multitude ; and we sigh for the
heroine of prisons and flights and
disastrous battles, while we dislike
her of the state pageants and royal
progresses. We have a certain uni-
versal sentiment of generosity about
us, whatever our practice may be.
John Bull himself, as Sir Walter
says, after his illuminations and
thanksgivings, and universal rejoic-
ing over Waterloo — John himself
" had well-nigh wept for Bonyparty ;"
and he must be a very mean figure
indeed, who, after play ing a prominent
part in the affairs of this world, does
not attract more eyes, and conciliate
more hearts by the downfall and fail-
ure of his greatness, than he could
have done by the most triumphant end.
We remember in the days of our
youth, when Napoleon was our great
hero, how extremely annoyed we
were that he did not die at Waterloo :
an apotheosis and grand definitive
conclusion were all he wanted, to our
fancy, to make the hero sublime.
But our youthful impatience was as
wrong and as shortsighted as the
fervour of youth most usually is ; for
there are no such effectual words as
sorrow and suffering and exile for
moving the impressionable heart of
posterity, and even for making the
contemporary mind very heartily
ashamed of itself, when it remembers
its first flush of exultation over the
fallen foe.
But the plea which so prettily justi-
fies Margaret Ramsay for her foolish
fancy to the young Glenvarloch —
" He is unfortunate ;" the plea which
has made the most of us furious Jaco-
bites for some certain period of our
lives, one time or other, though a very
poor justification for a careful and ela-
borate historian, is plea enough to vin-
dicate Miss Strickland in her kindly re-
gard towards the poor Catholicprincess-
es of our fighting times. Sore enough
bested and hardly judged were these
poor women, and with so many pic-
turesque incidents in their lives and
surroundings, they are very tempting
themes for historical romance. Our
authoress will not thank us, perhaps,
for saying so much ; but we are not
at all disposed to judge her after the
standard of severe authenticity. We
can get the grander historical facts
elsewhere ; and so long as she is
honest, and says nothing positively
against truth, the zeal of a partisan is
quite befitting to the fair historian.
It is true that this sometimes exhibits
itself in an amusing and most femi-
nine fashion, as in a passage on which
we have just lighted accidentally in
her last published volume, wherein
poor Morton — he who was Regent of
Scotland in his day, and a notable man
enough among the men of his genera-
tion— has his portrait painted for him,
with no very flattering pencil. Why
it should be necessary, or for Miss
Strickland's benefit, to prove this grim
old earl ugly, as well as a plotter and
dangerous person, we cannot well see ;
and it reminds us of the story told of
some Edinburgh infidel of the last
century, who shocked the orthodox
ears of certain fistierwomen with some
of those miserable little bits of bias-
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phemy which passed for wit in those
dark days. " Eh sirs," cried one of
them, " look till him ; what an
atomy !" and it is quite probable that
this little personal compliment struck
deeper than a sounder argument. But
we cannot read Miss Strickland's de-
scription of the stormy old Scottish
baron without a smile. The dark and
dangerous Douglas, no longer a pala-
din " tender and trew," is a singular
object for such a shaft of lady -like
malice.
And we are afraid that our author-
ess is kindly willing to believe in the
beneficent influence of her royal hero-
ines, when she has no great ground to
build her faith upon — not much, in-
deed, beyond an inference or a possi-
bility ; and that the generally lofty and
elevated tone of sentiment which we
find among those illustrious ladies,
says more for the courtesy than for
the strict reality of the story. We
have been used to fancy, rightly or
wrongly, that queens whose hands
were gages of state, or prizes of battle
—poor princesses, born to establish
political compacts and seal the alli-
ances of their fathers — had often
enough an unkindly fate, and did not
always find the husband chosen for
them either fond or attractive. But,
as a general rule, Miss Strickland's
queens are very happy wives, and
" fond love " and " conjugal tender-
ness " are very common phrases in
these volumes. Grim middle-aged
kings, and widows at their third or
fourth marrying, are not quite fitting
subjects for the sentimental language
of romance; and we are doubtful
whether any lower class of " wives of
England," take them in general suc-
cession, could exhibit conjugal hero-
ism, wifely forbearance, and self-for-
getting devotedness in such bright
and ideal perfection, as do the royal
wives of Miss Strickland's picture-
gallery. One would suppose, to read
these histories, that there was no
school like a court for inculcating the
domestic virtues ; and that so far from
being hindered or burdened by the
cares of state, the royal matron was
almost invariably the flower and per-
fection of matrons ; — not only a good
queen, but a model wife and mother,
an example to her humbler and less en-
cumbered subjects. This, we humbly
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opine, was scarcely a thing to be ex-
pected. One business is about as
much as one person can manage in
common circumstances ; and we have
always had a strong conviction that
Elizabeth was in the right, and that a
sovereign prince who has the misfor-
tune to be born a woman, should give
herself to her profession, and let com-
mon life and its responsibilities alone,
— always excepting, as in duty bound,
pur own most gracious liege Lady, who
is not called upon to be a ruler and
governor, like Elizabeth. Yes, the
poor needlewoman who rocks her
baby's cradle as she works, has no
better claim upon our forbearance and
sympathy than the poor queen who
is not permitted to rock the cradle,
but has the care of it notwithstand-
ing, and a more onerous business
besides than the needlewoman's —
and whose " little tempers " should
require quite as much allowance made
for them. But we are amazed when
we come to find how unnecessary our
forbearance is, and wonderin silence at
the unruffled amiability of the illustri-
ous heroines of Miss Strickland. Every-
thing here — or almost everything,
for our authoress has her aversions
— is couleur de rose ; and Miss Strick-
land is quite willing to take the word
of the court poet for her lady's beauty,
and to give the same lady every credit
for the highest womanly qualities,
whether possible or not, in her cir-
cumstances. Poor Catherine of Bra-
ganza, for instance, some two months
after her marriage to the stranger
Charles, whom she had never seen
before — and while in the very act of
struggling with him against the un-
pardonable insult of introducing Lady
Castlemaine to her, and placing this
wretched woman about her person —
"Catherine," says Miss Strickland,
" loved him too well to dissemble her
feelings." What evidence is there of
this extraordinary love? The chances
are certainly very much against it ;
and if it rests only upon the poor
queen's formal expressions now and
then quoted, of entire devotion to her
neglectful husband, that age of sin
and impurity must have been the most
affectionate age of the world — for even
Evelyn and Pepys, who were only
acquaintances, exhaust themselves in
expressions of mutual devotion. For
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our own part, we are very slow to
believe in a love which could be con-
ciliated by a few days' fondness, and
live through insult and neglect ever
after. Life is not so partial and un-
equal after all; and "woman's gentle
heart," which our lady-writers are so
fond of magnifying, is fortunately
human, and capable of disgust and in-
dignation, as well as the stouter or-
ganisation which belongs to man. For
our own part we cannot see that the
Portuguese Catherine gains any credit
from the unlikely supposition that she
"loved" her disreputable spouse "too
well." It seems misery enough for a
devout and virtuous woman to live in
that foul atmosphere through all her
best days ; but if she gave her heart
to the princely satyr, whom even
Pepys despised, she must have been
such a " miracle of womankind " as
one does not care to hear of, and no
particular credit to her sex or name.
Miss Strickland's great work, as
everybody knows, embraces almost
the whole historical period, properly
so called, of our national existence.
Neither exercising her imagination
upon the half- fabulous heroines of
the early English, nor losing herself
in the chronicles of our grandfathers,
which are scarcely old enough to
reach the importance of history, our
authoress has made a wise limitation
to her labours. The Matildas, though
they are a little like figures in
tapestry, the Shakespearian queens,
whom Miss Strickland bravely ven-
tures to handle — not fearing even to
differ from Shakespeare, which is no
small boldness — are safer ground, on
the whole, than those princesses of
later times, whose perplexed and
troublous age still agitates with a
certain partisanship our far-off exist-
ence. Yet we are slightly disposed
to resent the presumption of the
historian who converts the weeping
queen of the second Richard into a
little innocent girl ; and who presents
a very bloodless but stately per-
sonage before us in the real aspect
of that grand termagant and heroine,
Margaret of Anjou, of whom it is not
pleasant to read in the common terms
of biography. After all, it is bad
policy to contradict that Lancastrian
chronicler, who is an authority above
history. Let facts say what they
may, who will ever bring such a
certain impression from any page of
well- attested veracity, as from those
pages, where not facts but persons —
not wooden appearances of men, but
real princes and nobles, fierce and
rapid — come and go before our very
eyes? We acquiesce in the state-
ments of Miss Strickland, and con-
sent to the decision of historians of
heavier metal. Yes, we suppose
Isabella of Valois was only nine when
she was married, and never could
have spoken that speech full of tears.
We agree that the same merry and coy
Catherine, who spoke French-English
to Harry of Agincourt, was not half
so easily disposed of as the play writer
would have us suppose. And having
satisfied our conscience by concur-
rence, of course we go on like sensible
people, believing Shakespeare quite as
much as ever, and forming our real
opinion, if we have one, from his
view of the matter, as steadily as
if we had never heard a word on the
subject from the true historic muse.
But, seriously speaking, we do not
think Miss Strickland has done half
justice to her happy idea in the execu-
tion of this work. Those picturesque
and animated times, — those half-dis-
closed, half -visionary personages,
blazing forth in the splendour of a
coronation pageant, or the more ro-
mantic royalty of tilt and tourney,
only to disappear into long myste-
rious seclusion in some jealous tower
or rush - strewn chamber — those
strange eventful passages of life—
those quiet days of patience and
embroidery — those sudden and mag-
nificent revels — those wild flights,
disasters, and calamities, — how much
might have been made of them?
What Miss Strickland has made is an
extremely creditable and well- com-
piled historical work — a book invalu-
able to all the good people who have
a natural craving for story-telling,
yet deny themselves novels, and also
for that other numerous class who
do their reading conscientiously, and
with a view of improving their
minds. But the execution comes a very
long way behind the conception of
the book. Of how many books in
existence can we say anything else?
Like the painter who owns to an
ecstasy at sight of the blank and
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spotless breadth of that untouched
canvass of his, where his imagination
is free to produce such creations as no
picture in the world could equal, we
are all of us able to improve in fancy
upon any human performance. Our
authoress might have made a very
animated, graceful, and picturesque
book of it, — she has made a very good
and serviceable one ; and popular
opinion, less fastidious than critical
judgment, has plentifully received
and acknowledged the labours of
Miss Strickland. She has originated
a class of books — a distinct school of
minor historians — and her disciples
own her pre-eminence and authority,
by eagerly supplementing her original
work. We are now extremely well
informed respecting the lives of our
female sovereigns ; at least, if we are
not so, it is our own fault, and not
that of the ladies and gentlemen of
literature who cater for us. Here is
one enterprising writer who sends us
the Queens before the Conquest* — a
daring attempt to rescue from dark-
ness and chaos a number of royal
ladies, as distant and misty in their
obscure past as those doubtful Scot-
tish potentates, over whom we re-
member puzzling in the days of our
very youth, as they appeared in the
learned pages of Buchanan's History ;
and to another witty and accom-
plished author (a male intruder, by
the way, into this feminine preserve —
a gentleman who has clearly no busi-
ness here, and who ought to be in-
continently expelled by the original
proprietors of the domain) we are
indebted for the equally daring
attempt of rescuing from gossip and
court scandal, and transferring to
history, the Hanoverian queens.
A bolder woman than any other of
her sisterhood is Mrs Matthew Hall —
who does not hesitate to declare, of
her two pretty volumes, that they
" will be found to present the first
connected outline of the history of
royal women prior to the Norman
Conquest." We are entitled to ex-
pect something serious from such
an important preface ; but we are
straightway startled, before we are
aware, by an instantaneous leap to
the fabulous or conjectural history of
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sundry illustrious and princely people
who arrayed themselves after the
most primitive fashion imaginable,
cutting their embroideries upon their
own persons, and substituting a simple
coat of colour for the " robes of pall,"
which were usual in more sophisti-
cated society. To this primitive com-
munity of early Britons comes a
" royal woman," in whom the primi-
tive and unalterable qualities of am-
bition and love of power are very suf-
ficiently developed — whom it pleases
Mrs Hall to call the consort of
Cymbeline, but who might just as
well, for any identity she has, be
called the consort of Jack the Giant-
killer, or any other worthy of anti-
quity. Cartismandua, but for her
royal weakness of marrying a great
many people, has very little to
distinguish her ; but turns out a very
indifferent character in her latter
days, and is by no means a creditable x
leader to the long array of queens of
England. Nevertheless Cymbeline,
it appears, did not have two wives,
as is falsely reported of him by that
very untrustworthy person who wrote
a play on the subject — never had a
daughter Imogen either, nor survived
the sainted mother of the same, but
was survived and superseded by some
five or six successors in the affections
of the redoubtable Cartismandua, the
mother of the two boys who never
were lost, — who never lived in a cave
at Milford Haven, nor entertained a
runaway princess, nor won a battle
by their individual arms. It is rather
humiliating all this to us, who used
to have familiar acquaintance with
Guiderius and Arviragus long ago,
and had a certain affection for these
imps of fame— nor, as Mrs Hall has
nothing more satisfactory to tell us of
her obscure heroine than a " may be
imagined," are we very much the
better for this grievous unsettlement
of our ideas. Boadicea follows next
in this list of queens — and Boadicea
had a " fine womanly nature," Mrs
Hall says; and we are expected to
be very much moved by her affect-
ing story, — which, however, we are
obliged to say, has no more effect
upon us than mere words without
life or meaning generally have. And
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then comes a formidable array of
Roman matrons, empresses of the
imperial state, including no less a
person than St Helena — most royal
and renowned ladies all, we do
not doubt — though to call them
queens before the Conquest is to
use a very extraordinary license
with words. Gradually coming down
from these mists of antiquity, we
feel we are getting into quite accurate
and historical ground when we reach
as far as King Arthur and Queen
Guenever. How many Queen Gue-
nevers do you suppose there are,
most courteous reader ? We, in our
ignorance, wist of but one lawful
possessor of the mythical king's
affections ; but Mrs Hall says there
were three of them, a perfect trio and
complement of wives ; and this learn-
ed lady gravely discusses their dif-
ferent qualities, and professes to write
distinct biographies for our instruc-
tion of Guenever I. II. and III. with
as much importance as if she had
mountains of information to build
upon, when in fact she has no mate-
rials whatever, and nothing to justify
her story except a name and a scrap
of ballad! We protest against this
foolish playing with the public. If
this lady, or any other, has power
enough to make ballads or legends out
of the far-off echoes of history, let
her do it by all means ; nay, if she
will write trite essays upon names, we
have no desire to baulk her fancy. But
to present to us, as a contribution to
historical literature, these perfectly
profitless chapters, in which there are
neither information nor interest, is a
pure piece of literary imposition, and
deserves no mercy at any honest
hands. We have no doubt that many
innocent people will fill up one end of
the shelves which contain their Lives
of the Queens, with this supposititious
preface and introduction to them. But
it is a pure delusion ; and we beg to
assure all well-intentioned persons that
Sir E. B. Lytton's Harold contains a
hundredfold more of real historical
information about the early Saxon
princesses than they will find in the
empty and pretentious pages of the
Queens before the Conquest — where
Edith the Good and Edith the Fair
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come in after all the Cartismanduas
and Guenevers, and look as lifeless and
as mythical as they.
A very different period and class of
heroines has been chosen by Dr Do-
ran. * This learned and witty gentle-
man has just a shade of consciousness
upon him, as it seems to us, that he is
poaching upon somebody else's man-
or, and writing a book which no one
expected at his hands. But this does
not hinder his book from being at
once an amusing and valuable pro-
duction. These volumes have of ne-
cessity considerably more political and
immediate interest than the pageants
of the middle ages, or even the vexed
questions of our grand era of national
history — the coming in and going out
of the Stuarts. Our fathers and
mothers were partisans for and against
the hapless Caroline of Brunswick ;
and to whom but Queen Charlotte are
we indebted for the greater share of
our social proprieties? So far there
is a peculiar interest in Dr Doran's
book ; but it has likewise the great
disadvantage of belonging to a prosaic
and unpicturesque age, and dealing
with characters mean, small, and un-
elevated. There are clever people in
the world, and one great leader at
their head, who can still make a hero
of Dutch William, and find sublimity
and nobleness in all he did, and all he
did not do ; but no one has had the
boldness to put lance in rest, or strike
one blow for the honour of the first
Georges ; no one has vindicated the
memory of the " wee, wee German
lairdie" — immortalised only by his
gay Jacobite ballad-making enemies —
who made the winning of three king-
doms no longer a heroic achievement,
but the dullest event in existence, and
distinguished himself among many
royal and princely competitors only
by his supereminently evil treatment
of his innocent wife. It is something
of a misnomer to call the first part of
this work a biography of Sophia
Dorothea — for she, poor lady, has the
smallest part in it — and save for some
details of her personal appearance, we
do not really know much more about
her at the conclusion than at the be-
ginning of her story ; but it is a dis-
tinct and well-written chapter of his-
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tory, which, though disfigured by
some trifling at the beginning, and
not without something of that popular
affectation which prompts the histo-
rian— a much wiser man, and of a
greater altitude than they — to exhibit
his characters as he might exhibit a
set of puppets, and to be very con-
descending to them, their motives,
and performances, — tells its story ho-
nestly, and is what it professes to be.
The electoral Prince of Hanover and
the young Princess of Zell could not
have looked like a loving couple at
any time, even under Miss Strickland's
peace-making hands ; and though So-
phia Dorothea seems too good and
gentle to have hated anybody, her
husband was in no such condition, and
detested her cordially. The miserable
little German court, in which this
miserable couple held their state, re-
ceives no flattering portraiture from
the hand of Dr Doran. To say it
was immoral would not be to speak
truth, for that would imply some con-
science or consciousness of its offences ;
whereas, in fact, its very breath and
existence was pollution, and the only
standard of manners seems to have
been a heroic emulation which should
go furthest in the abominations of the
time. Poor Sophia of Zell, like other
poor women in like wretched circum-
stances, was jealous, by way of making
herself more miserable ; and being an
innocent woman, was also indiscreet
a little, and gave a handle to her hus-
band's hatred, and to the ingenuity of
the plotters round her. With the
habitual want of logic which guilty
people and intriguantes betray them-
selves into, her persecutors seem very
early to have given up the shadowy
and false stigma which they had tried
to cast upon her honour, but did not
give up the punishment appended to
it ; and the unfortunate princess was
accordingly banished, under the strict-
est surveillance, to a solitary German
castle — a true princess of romance,
but unfortunately with no chivalrous
knight at hand to dare her rescue; in
which hard durance she remained,
while her husband was crowned King
of Great Britain, while her children
were married, and her grandchildren
born ; and while her entire family
hurried on in the crowded ways of
life, leaving her behind, not even per-
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mitted, from the battlements of her
dungeon, to be a spectator of their
progress. A very sad, dismal, heart-
breaking story; but, after we have
assisted to lock the poor lady up in
her forlorn castle, rather a barren one
—for there is not even a prison scene —
not one melancholy episode of tears and
tapestry-work — to give us a parting
glimpse of the sufferer. Perhaps it
was really impracticable, and nothing
more authentic than imagination
could find entrance within these jeal-
ous walls ; but we had rather have
heard something of this dreary, long
imprisonment, which doubtless had its
incidents, than of the vulgar little
Dutch king, and his first pagean-ts of
state. How wonderfully strong, after
all, must have been that national con-
viction, which, in spite of sentiment,
and in spite of the enthusiastic fervour
of the partisans of the Stuarts, had
self-denial and perseverance enough
to establish these mean and disagree-
able Dutchmen — abstract representa-
tives of the constitutional Protestant
monarchy — upon the throne, instead
of the graceful race, with all its pre-
cedents and associations, to whom the
longest exile, and the greatest misfor-
tunes, could never teach wisdom.
Our historian makes a much more
distinct and characteristic sketch of the
elder Sophia, who ought to have been
the first queen of the house of Han-
over, and would have made a queen
of other metal than this patient prin-
cess. Sophia of Brunswick, a caustic,
shrewd, philosophical old lady, is no
great favourite with Dr Doran. Miss
Strickland has quite a different opinion
of her ; and it is amusing, and slightly
perplexing to simple faculties, to see
how totally unlike are the two views
of this one illustrious personage. The
ancestress of our royal house is a wise,
liberal, and princely matron, in the
kind judgment of Miss Strickland ;
she is only a clever old lady who
snuffs, and dabbles in philosophy, and
desires with her whole soul to reign
Queen of England, if only long enough
to have that title on her coffin, to Dr
Doran. Queen Anne had the griev-
ous discourtesy to refuse this melan-
choly satisfaction to her august re-
lative— the queen lived longer than
the electress — and the philosophic
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those of Hanover and Brunswick
upon her coffin-lid; from whence it
comes that a much less distinct Sophia,
— the voiceless and patient prisoner of
Ahlden — never called by the name,
nor invested with the symbols of ma-
jesty, holds shadowy rank as the first
Hanoverian queen, if in no more regal
record, at least in Dr Doran's book.
And to balance Miss Strickland's
loving and happy royal wives,
Dr Doran presents us incidentally
with a sad list of broken-hearted
women, all within the same family
circle, and not unfit companions for
his first heroine, Sophia of Zell. Her
own daughter, the Queen of Prussia,
mother of Frederick the Great ; her
immediate descendant, the unfortunate
Caroline Matilda, Queen of Denmark ;
and others whom we have not space to
name ; ending with the name of the
foolish and hapless woman, the second
uncrowned Hanoverian Queen, Caro-
line, also of Brunswick, whose memory
is still among us.
Our author's second heroine is no
queen of misfortunes, of heartbreak,
or oppression, or jealousy. Queen
Caroline, not only crowned, but reg-
nant, forms the greatest contrast in
the world to the pale and weak vic-
tims of conjugal cruelty whom we have
just been contemplating. Dr Doran is
not favourable to Caroline; and, to
tell the truth, not all her great qualities,
nor even greater qualities than hers,
could veil the disgusting and vile ac-
companiments of her power. How-
ever, the historic muse is not particu-
larly called upon to record these cir-
cumstances, though Dr Doran cannot
help it. And though the wife who
manages her husband with such ex-
treme and notable art that he never
knows he is managed, and the mother
who is at deadly feud with her first-
born son, is not quite the person to
whom we give our private esteem,
we cannot refuse our admiration to
the accomplished and powerful prin-
cess who made her husband's reign
respectable, and procured that no
harm should come to the nation from
his disgraceful pleasures. But what
a court, and what a society ! One
shudders while one reads of the daily
talk and habits of these princes and
princesses ; and there is some little
difficulty in believing that while Jeanie
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Deans and her history are a true
though ideal representation of one ex-
treme of society, this picture of court
manners and morals should be a faith-
ful portrait of the other. In truth,
these philosophical and tolerant wo-
men who, wiser than poor Catherine
of Braganza, patronise instead of ex-
pelling the Lady Castlemaines from
their train, are about the most dis-
agreeable representatives of that com-
placent and inhuman philosophy which
we have come to identify with the
eighteenth century ; — that philosophy
which, in its pretended intellectual
elevation and superiority to merely
moral qualities, only made its own
meanness and poverty the more con-
spicuous. Those witty people, who
laughed at * l vice " and patronised "vir-
tue," or, still worse, made a tool and
instrument of the iniquities of their
time, establish a very precarious foot-
ing for themselves'in the estimation of
posterity ; and though we smile at the
extreme of feminine love and jealousy
with which Miss Strickland endows
her royal heroines, we find something
a great deal more detestable in the
toleration of Caroline, and unfeignedly
trust that we will never see such a
race of philosophical and forbearing
women as this irreproachable queen
or her gifted grandmother-in-law, the
Serene Sophia, in this dull island of
ours, which does not appreciate such
a degree of virtue.
Had Dr Doran been at all given to
symbolism, he might have classed
these four heroines of his after an ima-
ginative fashion. The contrast of
power and want of power — of one
woman who was mistress of her posi-
tion, and another who was only the
victim of it — could not be more com-
plete than in these two portraits of
Caroline and Sophia. Nor could there
be found a more perfect balance than
in Queen Charlotte on her high pin-
nacle of decorum, prudence, and per-
fect irreproachableness, and the poor,
light-headed, foolish, flighty Caroline,
who perhaps was not bad at all, and
perhaps was very bad — but who, at
least, did everything in her own power
to make all the world condemn her.
Queen Charlotte has never been a
popular favourite ; yet if we consider
that she was the next successor of
George the Second's strong-minded
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queen, and that her house itself was
scarcely cleansed of its immediate pollu-
tions when she came, a stranger and a
young girl, to assume the sway of it,
we will feel sufficiently grateful to this
model woman for all she really ac-
complished. She had a graceless
family, but many a good mother has
like evil fortune ; and though the curse
of the race descended to her household,
it did not go quite so far as the feud
between the last Prince of Wales and
his father and mother had gone.
Then her gossiping and tea-drinkings
with Mrs Delany are kindly and wo-
manly enough to balance her rigid
etiquette, and the fainting of the hap-
less court ladies, who perhaps did not
suffer so much as she herself, in her
training for this dignity, had already
done. To be a model person is always
a perilous elevation, and Charlotte
had the full pains and penalties of this
exalted place; but a model woman
she was notwithstanding, let who
will say ill of her — narrow, perhaps
limited, and full of prejudice — but, in
reality, by mere dint of walking in her
own way, and attending to her own
business, a very important agent in
the social reformation which began in
her time. Sweet ladies ! gentle preach-
ers ! you who talk of woman's mission,
and of the especial vocation your sex
has in the world — you who make elo-
quent appeals to your sisters, and
write books to show what a woman
can do, — softly, let us whisper in your
ear — a woman can do — not by way of
any celestial mission or inspired en-
terprise, but simply because she must,
and it is her duty, as it is the duty of
that uninspired animal by her side,
who is a man, and has no mission — a
woman can do — her own business,
whatever that may be. This was what
Queen Charlotte did with conscien-
tiousness, if not always gracefully ;
and now indecorum is so entirely out
of fashion, that we no more believe in
it than the first Queen Caroline be-
lieved in that pure delicacy which she
herself had no understanding of.
The best and most closely- written
of these four biographies is the last.
Dr Dorau seems to find it rather se-
rious work here, and goes about it
seriously. It is a deplorable story ;
and though the training of the bride,
and the careful and anxious tutorage
of the perplexed statesman who was
sent to bring her home, is sufficiently
amusing, the calamities that follow
are miserable enough to keep us from
all further inclination to smile. In the
whole narrative there is not one re-
deeming point ; we scarcely can be
indignant, because the oppressed per-
son does not deserve any champion-
ship ; and we have no sympathy to
bestow upon either of the belligerent
powers. It is all pure, disgusting, de-
plorable misery ; there is no pathos in
the sufferings, no justice in the pun-
ishment. The unfortunate heroine,
who never makes an effort to gain
any one's good opinion, but, on the
contrary, does all a reckless woman
can to sully her own good fame, is
recommended to us by few even of
those superficial virtues which some-
times redeem an erring character.
Her circumstances are all that give
her interest ; and even the sympathy
she certainly met with seems more an
indignant popular protest against her
husband than any regard for herself.
Is not Dr Doran somewhat severe
upon this unhappy lady ? We acquit
him entirely of any apparent animus
against her ; but the picture is re-
morselessly drawn ; and almost the
only incidents that the reader is tempt-
ed to linger on are those little out-
breaks of spirit and affectionate self-
will which the Princess Charlotte ex-
hibited once or twice in her short
career. We are afraid that nothing
but the pity of the moment could ever
defend the cause of Caroline of Bruns-
wick ; and the story of her funeral
procession is a strange and striking
comment on her unhappy life. With
the poor spite and malice which dis-
tinguished all the proceedings against
her during her lifetime, the governing
party set themselves to thwart her in-
tentions after her death; but jealously
watched by a mob, and under fierce
compulsion of the same, the officials
who were charged to convey her re-
mains to their place of embarkation
were driven from street to street out
of the route appointed to them, and
obliged to obey the dead queen's will
by the enraged populace, the self-
appointed executors of poor Caroline's
last desire. It is a miserable story
from its beginning to its end ; and
such a tumultuous funeral procession
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was scarcely even an unsuitable dis-
play to mark the last scene of this
troubled and agitated life.
Our author keeps very close by the
court in these biographies : they were
stirring times enough, and great things
were being done, and greater attempt-
ed ; but we hear little of them. We
have reached to an entirely opposite
point of view in these volumes from
that which we have in the more popu-
lar histories of the time. It is the
king and queen, a minister or two,
and a select suite of ladies and gen-
tlemen, of whom our author treats ;
and we can scarcely fancy that the
wild mob in Edinburgh were hanging
Porteous, or that all Scotland was
trembling with expectation and in-
trigue, and Prince Charlie about to
raise the old standard of his house,
while we are hearing of little but court
squabbles and fashions, and the ridi-
culous likings of the old king. Neither
is the house of Hanover supremely
indebted to Dr Doran for this arrange-
ment of its history, seeing that a less
amiable and less harmonious family
scarcely ever was presented upon any
canvass. Here there is nobody re-
spectable but " that decent man"
George III., and Queen Charlotte,
who really seem to have had a very
commendable kindly household till
their sons grew men, and threw them
into squabbles and unseemly domestic
warfare : for the rest, the less opinion
we express upon their royal characters
the better. The nation was extremely
indulgent to them on the whole; and
the nation was perhaps not so very
much in advance of them as we are
disposed to fancy now.
We have left ourselves small space
for the other branches of historical
light literature ; but one thing we
cannot help expressing our unfeigned
gratitude for — the Queens at last are
exhausted. Nobody can write any
more lives of our female sovereigns ;
and though there are a formidable num-
ber of princesses remaining, we trust
our fair writers (begging humble pardon
of Dr Doran, who is not fair — but if
it is his will to place himself in the
Am azonian cohort, it is no fault of ours)
will be merciful, and not overwhelm
us with a new series. Saying this,
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however, we would give all commenda-
tion to Mrs Everett Green's learned
and painstaking efforts. We have
been introduced to a great many prin-
cesses by this lady's kind exertions ;
and from the faint Adelizas of the Con-
quest to that burly Margaret Tudor,
who was a Henry VIII. in petticoats,
and whohas twice had herlife "taken,"
there is a most wearisome amount
of them, we can assure our readers, and
one not to be lightly ventured upon ;
but we trust that nobody will be bold
enough to leap over those blissful
interregnums of Elizabeth, Mary, and
Anne, when there were no princesses,
and tell the weary story of all the Ger-
man beauties whom Dr Doran dis-
poses of without much ceremony in
his Hanoverian Queens.
But there is another prospect which
we confess'appals us — the Queens of
France! Alas ! already we have be-
gun to nibble at them ; and when
some Amazonian knight spurs upon
that enterprise, we tremble to think
that we will find no end to it. We
have already in our hands two Lives
of French Queens : one * brief, grace-
ful, very well written, and very en-
durable, of a picturesque and virtuous
personage — a heroine very well
worthy of a biography, especially
when her historian is discreet, and
confines it to one volume. Anne of
Brittany, whose hap it was to marry
two French monarchs, and whose very
early youth before her first marriage
was a very good specimen of the
troublous if flattering homage to
which a great heiress and a beautiful
young woman was subject in chival-
rous times, is the worthy subject of
Miss Costello, — who could have done
this book better, we are inclined to
fancy, had she left the beaten track, but
who has done it very well. The
young Duchess of Brittany married
for her second husband that Orleans
whom we are all acquainted with in
QuentinDurward, but whom, perhaps,
we do not all recognise again as Louis
XII. — a sensible monarch, who in his
foolish young days had been Anne
of Brittany's first lover, and in his age
was the husband of that English Prin-
cess Mary, who married Suffolk when
she had shaken off her cumbrous
* Anne of Brittany. By Miss COSTELLO.
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but shortly-worn crown. This maze
of marrying and giving in marriage is
very hard to thread sometimes. Young
ladies and young gentlemen of meaner
origin do riot, fortunately, cross hands
and exchange partners with the mar-
vellous facility of these illustrious brides
and bridegrooms — and the number of
fiancees, betrothed, rejected, or "under
consideration," who crowd round a mo-
narch of the middle ages, is something
quite overwhelming — not to speak of
the confusion of kindred which takes
place at almost every royal alliance.
The other French biography is that of
Mary de Medici,* a historical chapter
very uninstructive, and far from agree-
able, lengthy, ponderous, and drawn
out — three great volumes full of loves
and intrigues, in which Henry of
Navarre, the Protestant hero, the
grand Henri Quatre, makes a very
poor figure indeed, and where his
Italian wife finds an ardent champion
eager in her defence, and quite re-
gardless of the unfavourable opinion
pronounced by Miss Strickland upon
the mother of Henrietta Maria. It is
not easy to reconcile the difference of
these fair historians ; but in this de-
partment of history, partisanship is
a small fault if it is not carried en-
tirely beyond the bounds of truth.
A series of lives is a dangerous un-
dertaking for the most accomplished
biographiser ; and the often-repeated
saying, that every man's life, could
it be truly told, is interesting to all
his brother men, is not near so true
as it appears to be at the first glance.
For the most part, we want either the
glamour of love, which can only ex-
tend to a limited circle, or the glory of
personal greatness in one manifesta-
tion or another, to make us interest-
ing to the world of other people, whose
sorrows, and cares, and difficulties are
perhaps more serious and important
a great deal than ours have been — and
queens are no exception to the ordi-
nary and universal rule. A line of
common human succession embraces
commonplace, insipid, and unlovable
people as an invariable necessity ; and
in this particular, also, the families of
royalty are not more fortunate than
their neighbours ; and, to crown all,
449
it is very possible, as experience
proves, to occupy a historical posi-
tion, yet have little more influence on
history than a milkmaid or a plough-
boy. History indeed, in her severer
guise, puts out a king or a queen en-
tirely sometimes, — extinguishes the
imperial existence with the irresis-
tible sweep of events, without re-
morse or compunction ; and it by no
means follows that to write the life
of a sovereign is to make an im-
portant addition to historical litera-
ture. This practice has been long
enough in fashion ; and it is no great
proof of our boasted superiority when
we observe the eagerness with which
every literary success is followed up,
and how many followers throng upon
the traces of the fortunate author who
has hit the popular fancy, or lighted
upon a new vein. " Kill a shentle-
mans for yoursel," said the aggrieved
Highlander, whose comrade showed a
disposition to share in the spoils of
Donald's lawful victim ; and we can
fancy Miss Strickland echoing Don-
ald's protest, in dismay at the multi-
tudinous invasion which has poured
in upon her rightful but limited stand-
ing-ground. Kill your own shentle-
mans, good people, before you essay
to plunder him ; find out your own
diggings before you poach upon the
reserve of another — for one scheme
will not last for ever ; and there is
scope enough for historical chapters
out of our island history, without
hunting one idea to the death.
We have scarcely left ourselves
space for any other branch of light
historical literature, and cannot ven-
ture now to return to the Girondists,
or any equally important book. Here
is one pretty bit of gossip, however,
lightly interspersed with twaddle, in
pretty binding and broad margins —
a piece of bookmaking not too ele-
vated to complete our tale. We know
tolerably well what we have to ex-
pect when we see the name of Leigh
Hunt f upon the title-page; but the
veteran does no great service to his
reputation by such an effort as this,
though the book has a pretty title,
suggestive and promising. The Old
Court Suburb is Kensington, where
* Life of Mary de Medici By Miss PARDOE.
t The Old Court Suburb. By LEIGH HUNT.
450
Modern Light Literature — History.
[Oct.
the first Georges held their state, —
where Queen Victoria was born, —
and where, in the last generation,
flourished that mimic court of litera-
ture and fame where great people
dined and supped, and made reputa-
tions— where wit was patronised, and
genius had its laurels made up for it
into crowns of proper fashion, becom-
ing the lofty latitude of Holland
House. Mr Leigh Hunt goes over
this favoured quarter with affection-
ate garrulity ; and we confess we will
look with more interest hereafter
upon the prosaic streets and terraces,
which never had any history to our
dull eyes before. But why should
our old friend labour to spoil his
pleasant volumes with his own dog-
mas—he who is so intolerant of other
people's, and snubs so peremptorily
men bearing names even more hon-
oured than his own? Preach charity
by all means; but ye who fly your
arrows perpetually at the good people
whom it pleases you to call saints,
and whom, perhaps, you name more
appropriately than you have any in-
tention of doing, does it never occur
to you that, of all censorious com-
mentators, yourselves are the least
charitable, the most intolerant, and
show the most impertinent determina-
tion to thrust your opinions in at all
unsuitable places, whether your au-
dience choose it or no ? We remem-
ber the name of Leigh Hunt from of
old with the kindliest sentiments ;
his very twaddle, which was more
sentimental in those days, charmed
our youth, and we never wearied of
him while he babbled of green fields.
Even now we cannot lift our hand
unkindly upon our ancient favourite ;
but what Scottish flesh and blood
could tamely submit to this ? —
** We know not what assured evils
would have resulted to Scotland had
Mary and her maids of honour been
suffered to dance and play their gui-
tars in peace; but it is certain that
John Knox was the founder of whis-
ky shops."
Now, will anybody tell us the use
or advantage of this stupid piece of
impertinence? John Knox had as
little to do with Kensington as we
have, who never saw the fading glo-
ries of Holland House; and though
we know very well what an old man's
dogma is, and can smile at the " it is
certain" which even a domestic circle
is not always very tolerant of, we are
irritated, in spite of ourselves, at so
foolish and causeless an interruption
of the pleasant strain of talk, in the
midst of which this and other bits of
ignorant assumption — all aimed at
the unfortunate saints, whom so many
witlings shoot at — find a place. Had
the writer of the book been a boy, we
might have chastised him accordingly ;
but he is Leigh Hunt, and so he dis-
arms us — which is taking an ungener-
ous advantage of us, as well as lower-
ing himself.
However, we will not rail where
we cannot fight, and it is our turn to
vindicate ourselves for placing The
Old Court Suburb among the lighter
productions of the historic muse. This
is history after a fashion, good reader
— and a very pleasant method of his-
tory, if it were but a little more dis-
tinct and accurate. Kensington Pal-
ace is not Windsor Castle, yet has
its share in the national records ; and
this pretty book, though it is only at
second-hand, and by means of Lord
Hervey, gives a very pretty notion of
Queen Caroline, and identifies her
pleasantly with the house of her
royal habitation. In that other court,
too, the temple of fame, where no
greater combats are now than single-
stick and innocent sword -exercise,
and no more important athletes than
brawny Highlanders — the " five-and-
twenty men, and six-and-thirty pip-
ers" of the ballad — this gossiping
story-teller is much at home ; and we
have the history of all the Foxes — no
very long line, it is true, when all is
done — with many an agreeable little
incidental notice of the personages of
their time; and much talk of the beau-
ties of the "Popish" age — of their
promenade in Kensington Gardens —
of their hoops and head-dresses, their
loves and marryings — in all which
agreeable gossip our author is skilled.
On the whole, this book is a very fair
specimen of the bookmaking of our
time — aiming a little at instructive-
ness, a little at amusement — smoothly
written, easily read, most easily for-
gotten— the current coin of our uni-
versal literature, — which would be
very well and agreeable in its place,
did it not threaten to overwhelm us
1855.]
Modern Light Literature — History.
451
with the most woeful of over-produc-
tions— a deluge of unimportant books.
But we venture respectfully to re-
commend to the consideration of those
ladies and gentlemen who make books
on " historical subjects," Mr Leigh
Hunt's plan in preference to Miss
Strickland's. The idea does not be-
long to Mr Leigh Hunt, but has been
used before by sundry writers after a
more important fashion ; so there is
no particular danger of poaching on
other people's preserves in this case.
And in the story of historical places
there would be this advantage, that
only the more notable figures of the
past appear upon the scene, and that
the chronicler has no call to register
secondary names, or shadowy per-
sonages. The charm of locality is
very strong with most of us ; and the
steady background of one distinct place
is of infinite advantage to the story-
teller, and, if he has an eye as well
as a pen, may furnish him with many
a picturesque particular, and give life
and colour to his tale. There must
be scores of places in the country
more interesting than Kensington,
and with greater memories attached
to them than those of the royal
Georges or Holland House; and many
a range of ruined battlements might
speak their bold addition to our na-
tional history if some fit interpreter
were by. We remember us of Corfe
Castle, and some other ancient po-
tentates, who have told their tale
already ; but there is abundant scope,
— though, if we be left much longer to
the tender mercies of American tour-
ists, and the pert observation of
Notes and Queries, the chances are
that we will tremble at such a name
as Kenilworth, and flee before the
mention of tower or castle. Mean-
while the ground is open, though en-
cumbered ; and stories of siege and
beleaguerment will have all the
greater interest for a generation which
has kept its watch one weary twelve-
month, among battlefields and
trenches, upon that heap of smoking
ruins which once was called Sebas-
topol.
Yes, while we are talking of it, our
sons and brothers yonder have been
making history — rounding their so-
lemn periods with the roar of cannon,
or the last pathetic volley over a sol-
dier's grave. Many a sore heart
among us has had full share in the
lengthened vigil; and it is good to
know, before the 20th of September
comes again, that all the noble blood
shed upon the heights of Alma, and
all the nobler patience of the inter-
vening time, have not been spent in
vain. It may be but the beginning
chapter of a grander historic episode
than our age has known — it may be
the inauguration triumph of a grand
final peace ; but we walk darkly
step by step, and see nothing of the
history that will be, which God holds,
in the unrevealed silence of His pro-
vidence, in the grasp of His almighty
hand. It is easy to expend our com-
ments on the past; but before the un-
drawn curtain of the future we wait
on equal terms, both great and small
of us, learning, in the midst of great
events — of national loss and triumph
— of personal anguish and deliverance
— how true He spoke who said to our
whole race, wise and foolish, " Ye
know not what a day or an hour may
bring forth."
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From Madrid to Balahlava.
[Oct.
FROM MADRID TO BALAKLAVA.
FROM west to east, much-esteemed
Ebony, has my course been since I
wrote to you in May from Madrid.
It is now nearly two months ago that
I entered a carriage on the Albacete
railway, my destination the Crimea,
by way of Valencia, Marseilles, and
Constantinople. Spanish railways are
very deliberate in their proceedings,
and after much loitering on the road,
and lingering at stations, it was live
in the morning before we reached
Albacete, an uninteresting little town,
as far as which the iron line from
Madrid to the Mediterranean is com-
pleted. Two hours were wasted there,
over an execrable breakfast in a pic-
turesque inn, situated at the extremity
of a square old-fashioned court, to
which a spreading vine forms a roof
of foliage. At last the correo diligencia,
a diligence that conveys the mails,
was declared to be ready, and twelve
unfortunates packed themselves, as
best they might, into a vehicle that
would hold eight but inconveniently.
It was a blazing July day ; the road
was a foot deep in dust, the ruts re-
sembled ravines, the drivers were
reckless, and the jolts sent our heads
against the tops of the carriage. As
regards speed and safety, we got on
pretty well, until we passed the Sierra
of Almansa and began to wind down
towards the Valencian plains. Con-
fident in the strength of his wheels,
and in the efficacy of certain antedi-
luvian hooks and chains used to secure
them at a descent, the mayoral suf-
fered his postilion to gallop down hill
as well as up. Suddenly, as we swept
swiftly round a declivitous angle, there
was a shout and scream, immediately
followed by a shock and crash, and a
volley of obscene Spanish oaths. A
heavy galera, with which we had come
in violent contact, pursued its upward
way, whilst we, unable to check our
speed, bounded on to the bottom of the
hill. There we pulled up to ascertain
damages. A spring was broken, an
axle injured, a linchpin lost. Al-
though such accidents are frequent
enough (the mayoral boasted that this
CRIMEA, 28f/t August 1855.
was the first that month, of which we
were in the first week) no provision is
made for them. Fortunately we were
not far from a desolate-looking venta,
where it at first appeared likely we
should have to pass the night, and
whence ropes and rude tools were
procured. The spring was patched
up, a nail replaced the linchpin, and
we proceeded, at more prudent pace,
to Jativa. That we were too late for
the last train was the less regretted,
for by starting at four in the morn-
ing, instead of at nightfall, we had full
enjoyment of the beautiful garden
through which passes the railway from
Jativa to Valencia. The richness of
the far-famed huerta can hardly be
exaggerated. Carefully cultivated,
its productions are innumerable. Al-
ready, before reaching Jativa, we had
been warned of our entrance into a
new zone and climate by the appear-
ance of an olive ground, whilst in the
barrancos the rhododendron, the rose-
laurel, and other naturalised tenants
of English gardens and greenhouses,
grew wild and luxuriant. At Jativa,
lofty palms, rearing their tufted sum-
mits above the surrounding foliage,
gave an Eastern character to the land-
scape. In the plain of Valencia the
productions of the temperate and the
torrid zones mingle. The rich soil,
for the most part of a vivid red colour
— which contrasts with the fresh ver-
dure of that well-irrigated region as
strongly as does a new brick house
with the vine that climbs its wall —
yields an infinite variety of fruits,
grain, and vegetables. Luxuriant
rice-fields, overflowed with water, lie
adjacent to glorious apple-orchards,
whose healthy-looking trees bend with
the load of ripe and rosy fruit, and to
mulberry plantations, the silkworm's
storehouse. There is a field of melons,
here one of peaches ; orange groves
mingle with tracts of the algurroba,
a large handsome tree bearing long
pods of beans, which serve as food for
cattle. The hedges are of pomegra-
nate and prickly pear, and tall tufts
of aloes shoot up by the roadside. In
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453
the field the labourers wear but a shirt
and a pair of very loose linen drawers,
reaching to the knee or just below it.
The labour of the Valencian peasant
is a rewarding one. Rich and frequent
crops crown his exertions; he lives in
ease, if not in affluence; foreign lands
and distant provinces traffic for his
produce, and Madrid, the barren and
unfruitful, derives her luxuries from
his superfluity.
The city of Valencia is pleasant and
clean-looking. Its narrow streets have
no footpaths, its women are pretty, and
the Oid is a good hotel — for Spain a
particularly good one. I would gladly
have remained there a day or two, but
our break-down on the road had
stinted me of time, the Vifredo, which
had arrived a few hours previously
from Cadiz, was getting up her steam,
and I hurried down to the Grao (the
port of Valencia) as fast as one of
those springless, bone-setting tartanas,
which there supply the place of cabs,
could be prevailed upon to take me.
A word of warning here against the
Spanish steamers that ply from the
south of Spain to Marseilles, touching
at various places on the southern and
eastern coast. Spaniards are utterly
incompetent in anything that requires
punctuality and despatch. Now that
a railway takes you in forty-eight hours
from Marseilles to London, steam-
boats up tti"e eastern coast should be a
favourite mode of conveyance with
many foreign travellers in Andalusia.
This is so evident that, a short time
ago, a French naval officer was sent
by a company to establish a line, but
the outbreak of war caused the pro-
ject to be postponed. So the Span-
iards, for the present, have it all
their own way, and a very bad way
it is. A good English or French com-
pany would quickly beat them out of
the field. Their narrow, dirty, slow-
sailing boats fill extremely well at ex-
orbitant rates. The agents at the
various ports give intending passen-
gers most flattering assurances of
speed, assurances never realised. They
lie with a bonhomie and appearance of
candour that would deceive the most
wary. Forty-eight hours are ample
time for a steamer of average speed
to get from Valencia to Marseilles.
The Vifredo took 117 hours, thanks
to stoppages of unreasonable length
and at undue places, thanks also to
her wretched rate of travelling, and
to the extreme prudence of the cap-
tain, who, when there chanced to be
a mist on the water, lay to until it
dispersed. We should have risked
perishing of monotony and ennui but
for the presence on board of musicians
and dancers, returning from starring
expeditions in the southern towns.
Chief amongst these were two Span-
ish ballerinas of some fame — one of
them a fine woman, with masculine
but handsome features — and an Ita-
lian pianist, a dapper gentleman with
a well-trimmed beard, a good musi-
cian and an arrant coxcomb. There
was a piano in the cabin, on which he
played for hours together — with great
good-nature, I should say, were it not
that the sole object of the tuneful
Adonis evidently was to fascinate the
fair Pepita by the display of his skill,
and by flashing in her eyes a diamond
solitaire, that sparkled on the little
finger of his white and carefully-tended
hand. There was also a guitar-player
and a guitar, and the boat resounded
with the lively strains of the Jaque,
the Torros del Puerto, and the well-
known and piquant Andalusian dit-
ties. Adding to these sources of
amusement the studies afforded by a
male dancer — a comical little old crea-
ture with muscular legs, a shrimp-like
body, and traces of rouge about his
cheek-bones, — and by a venerable
duenna and a sort of perenoble— snuffy,
seedy, and facetious — we managed to
pass away the time, but still it was a
delightful change to find oneself on
board the fine French steamer Thabor,
bound for Malta and Constantinople.
With light and pleasant breezes we
skimmed over the sunny Mediter-
ranean, down the coasts of Sardinia
and Corsica, paused for a few hours
at the "little military hothouse,"
Malta— and hot enough it certainly
was — got a good English breakfast at
Dunsford's, and visited the curious
old church of St John, paved with the
tombs of the Knights, and were put
in quarantine at Syra, in the heart
of those "isles of Greece," beloved
of Byron. Most tourists are disap-
pointed on their first passage through
that Greek Archipelago, of which all
have heard so much, and whose beau-
ties have been exalted and exagger-
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ated by poets. They disappointed
me, I confess, as we glided past them
on the stout and pleasant Thabor.
The eye seeks in vain for the refresh-
ment of foliage. A few stunted olive-
trees mock instead of rewarding the
search. On the other hand, nothing
can be more beautiful than the waters
of the Archipelago. Their deep, clear,
transparent blue is not to be surpassed.
It forms a magnificent setting for those
delicately-tinted islets, amidst whose
lilac and golden hues is here and there
discerned the shimmering white of a
Greek town or village, whilst along
the shore rise rocks of a green bronze
colour, at whose base fancy easily de-
picts Nereids disporting themselves in
the azure ripple.
We had brought very few pas-
sengers from Marseilles, and — a
blessing which those only who have
made passages in transports can fully
appreciate — no troops. Two or three
English officers, a French aide-de-
camp, returning to his duty after
recovering from a severe wound re-
ceived at Inkermann, a Cockney
speculator in liquids, proceeding to
Balaklava to meet a cargo of beer
and wine, three amateurs on a visit
to the scene of war, and a Queen's
messenger bearing despatches, com-
posed the whole of the first- cabin
passengers ; but we gathered as we
went. At Malta we picked up two
more amateurs (the tide of them is
considerable this year), and a couple
of naval officers. One of them had
been terribly wounded in the naval at-
tack on the forts of Sebastopoi on the
17th October last year. A Russian
bullet had crippled his right arm for life
and given him his commander's rank
— not too soon, I thought, when I
found he had been seven-and-twenty
years in the service, and half that
time a lieutenant. At Malta we
also received on board a Greek lady
and her two daughters, the latter the
most passive, tranquil, and impas-
sible of beings, who sat on deck the
whole voyage, motionless as a group
in a picture, and rarely exchanging
a word. One of them had the pure
Greek features, and needed only a little
more delicacy in their chiselling and
a more intellectual expression to be
very lovely. But it was at Smyrna,
Mitylene, and the Dardanelles that
to Balahtava. [Oct.
our numbers were most increased.
Turks, Greeks, and Armenians, male
and female, crowded our decks, en-
cumbering them with their beds and
baggage, their long pipes and not
very cleanly persons, until we were
compelled almost to give up walking,
and fain to take refuge in the cabin.
There were some capital groups for
a sketcher, and our French aide- de-
camp, and a professional artist, who
was proceeding eastward in search
of the picturesque, were busy with
book and pencil. We had one com-
plete Turkish family on board, with,
to all appearance, their entire stock
of household goods and chattels.
They at once established themselves
close to the larboard bulwark, and
made their domestic arrangements
for the voyage, spreading out carpets
and thin mattresses. The head of
the family was a slender, rather
good-looking Turk, clad in a long
wadded coat like a dressing-gown.
He did little during the whole time
he was on board but smoke and
sleep. His wife, whose figure was
concealed by an ample green robe,
was pretty in her style, notwithstand-
ing the yellow tint of her complexion
and her massive black eyebrows,
which would have been more in place
on the face of an Arragonese mule-
teer. She had beautiful dark eyes,
and small hands and feet ; the latter,
which she bared whilst resting on
her carpet, were stained with henna
in broad parallel bands, extending
across the sole. She cared very little
for exposing her face, and frequently
allowed her yashmak to fall entirely
aside, at most retaining a corner of
it in her mouth — an un-Turkish dis-
play to which her husband seemed in
no way to object. With her was an
old lady, whom I took for her mother,
or mother - in - law, and who was
much more particular about the con-
cealment of her shrivelled physiog-
nomy. Her yashmak was thick and
closely drawn. Then there was a
little boy in a striped Turkish dress,
looking like a diminutive Bajazet in an
oriental melodrama, and reminding one
of Astley's amphitheatre. A young
and rather handsome negress, a slave,
dressed also in long loose striped
trousers, with a short frock, open in
front, and wearing a necklace of gold
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455
coins and other baubles round her
neck, completed the group. The
family's luggage and furniture con-
sisted of — besides the carpets, mat-
tresses, and pipe aforesaid — a huge
pair of greasy and well- crammed
saddle-bags; aponderous leather case,
which might have served as sheath
for a six-pounder, but contained only
some harmless umbrellas, two water-
jars of elegant shape, made of streaky
red clay, and glazed green round the
top ; and a long cage, formed of paint-
ed laths of wood, and having two
compartments, in each one of which
was a magpie of staid and respect-
able demeanour. The magpies were
the object of particular attention on
the part of the ship's cat, & newly-
embarked grimalkin, which, after
being grievously sea- sick during the
first two days of the voyage, and
disturbing the entire cabin by her
piteous moans and ejaculations, end-
ed by becoming habituated to the
roll of the ship, and roamed raven-
ously to and fro, seeking something
to devour. Pacing the deck towards
eleven at night, the aide-de-camp
and I amused ourselves by watching
puss's strategical combinations, her
gradual approaches, her cautious ad-
vances, until at last she was close
upon the cage, and evidently on the
point of a coup de patte. But Africa
was wakeful. A heavy yellow slip-
per, launched from the hand of the
female Ethiopian, caught the cat
under the ear and spoiled her game
and supper. She fled, utterly routed,
to an undiscoverable retreat in the
forecastle. In the Dardanelles we
received on board thirty negro slave
girls, presents, as we were informed,
from pashas in that vicinity to friends
in Constantinople. The unfortunate
creatures, children of twelve or thir-
teen years of age, cowered upon the
fore-deck under their coarse coverings,
and were guarded by a despotic
white- bearded old negro. They were
planted down in ranks, and, except
that they were not closely packed,
reminded one of the arrangements
of human cargoes on board slavers.
They seemed cheerful and contented
with their lot; but the question
might be raised, how far a vessel
under French colours is justified in
conveying slaves of any description,
and to whatever purpose destined.
A couple of Turkish deserters,
manacled, but allowed to drag their
chains about the deck, completed the
motley collection of passengers by
the Thabor.
At the Dardanelles, where we
paused for two or three hours, we had
a glimpse of the Bashi-Bazouks, who
were encamped there to the number
of about a thousand, under command
of General Beatson. They were
careering about the shore on their
little active horses, and looking just
what they are, a most ill-disciplined,
incorrigible set of scamps. There
had been a sort of mutiny amongst
them a day or two before, and a re-
port followed us to Constantinople
that they had arisen and murdered
their chief. For this, however, there
was no foundation. General Beatson
is a distinguished officer, who has
done good service as commander of
irregular cavalry in India, and fought
with credit under General Evans in
Spain, but it seems doubtful whether
he will succeed in making anything
of the reckless insubordinate band
now placed under his orders.
It was daybreak when we reached
the Golden Horn and took leave of
the Thabor. The journey to Con-
stantinople is now reduced to a mere
pleasure-trip, since railway takes one
to Marseilles, and thence, twice-a-
week, start these excellent and well-ap-
pointed boats, commanded by French
naval lieutenants, and leaving little
to be desired in respect of speed and
accommodation. Nevertheless, we
were not sorry to get on shore, al-
though really the change was hardly
for the better, from the steamer's
cabin to Misseri's crowded hotel,
where it seems to be considered that
exorbitant charges atone for indif-
ferent accommodation and scanty
civility. What struck me most at
this, the fashionable hotel at Pera,
was the scarcity of ice and the abund-
ance of fleas. Ice is of all things the
most necessary in such a diabolical
atmosphere as that of Constantinople
in July. One literally melts and dis-
solves away, losing daily pounds of
solid flesh, which stream off in per-
spiration. Misseri's, however, has got
the vogue, and is always full of Eng-
lish. The spacious entrance- hall is
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at present, I suppose, the most amus-
ing room in Europe, through which
passes a constant current of many
nations and varied costumes. There
are to be seen officers going out to
join, others returning sick or wound-
ed, others who linger in Constan-
tinople to regain health, which it cer-
tainly is not the place to restore ;
naval officers, amateur tourists, medi-
cal men temporarily attached to the
service ; adventurous spirits, come out
to join the Turkish contingent, now
encamped and organising on the
heights above Buyukdere; commercial
speculators, bent on making the most
they can out of Crimean necessi-
ties, and occasionally a lady or two,
whom maternal or conjugal affection
has brought out to sooth the weary
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time, will they prize a cool mug of
ration-beer or rum and water, and the
blanket that shelters their limbs from
Crimean dews. And how many of
them, perhaps, ere a few weeks have
elapsed, will have been laid in the
inhospitable earth that already covers
the bones of legions of their country-
men ! From what I have seen, and
from the material evidence I have
collected since my arrival here, I am
persuaded that it is a fatal mistake
to send out very young men to the
Crimea. Their frames are not suffi-
ciently matured to resist the hard-
ships to which they inevitably are
exposed ; and the majority of them
lack the knowledge and self-command
necessary to govern their lives in a
manner that might save them from
pillow of a wounded man : with such disease. It is to be regretted that
is Misseri's crowded. Around them
hover a host of Turks, lonians,
Greeks, Jews, eager to sell, waiting
to be hired, ready to guide, and in-
variably trying to cheat. Constan-
tinople is literally a den of thieves,
where everybody you deal with seeks
to extort more than the value of his
wares or services. Here one begins
to note the effects of war on the
usually trim and elegant appearance
of England's officers. The gilding is
somewhat rubbed off; regulation is
less attended to ; the unbuttoned coat
discloses the coloured flannel shirt;
the neat forage-cap, with its gold
band or embroidered device, is cover-
ed with quilted white cotton ; spurs
are not so bright, or boots so exqui-
sitely polished as on a parade-ground
at Hounslow, Windsor, or Brighton.
The realities of service are substituted
for its fripperies. On board the trans-
port that conveys us from the Bos-
phorus to Balaklava are a dozen fine
lads, high in spirit and full of enthu-
siasm, eager to flesh their maiden
swords in the Russian's hide, and as
yet but partially informed as to the
hardships and privations that await
them. They drink, as they steam
across the Euxine, bottled liquids,
adorned with the names of sauterne
and champagne, to an early encounter
and speedy promotion ; and, as they
approach the port, trunks are opened,
and they appear in all the glory of
vivid scarlet and brilliant gold. How
much more highly, in a few
means cannot be found to obtain older
recruits to fill up the gaps in our
army here. At every step through
the camp one meets lads who may be
eighteen years of age, but who do not
appear to be more than sixteen or
seventeen ; fine smart boys, many of
them, with all the making of good
soldiers, but particularly liable to the
prevalent diseases, and speedily pros-
trated. The regimental and divisional
surgeons will tell you that, when a
draft of such recruits joins their corps,
they quickly find an increase in the
hospital returns. Their constitutions
are as yet too tender for the sort of
life, and to resist the noxious in-
fluence of the climate. Would not a
higher bounty procure older and
hardier men ? If so, it would be true
economy to offer it. Looking at the
soldier as a mere machine, he is so
costly a one, by the time he arrives in
the Crimea, that it is waste and ex-
travagance to send out an inferior
article, to perish almost as soon as
landed. My stay here has been as
yet too short to embolden me to put
forward my own observation as evi-
dence of any value in a question of
this kind, but I could adduce, in its
support, the testimony of numerous
officers, medical and others, who have
had experience of this war from its
commencement, and who declare that
the Crimean army at this moment,
although well cared for, in good
spirits, and as brave as any army can
be, has not the elements of fortitude
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and endurance possessed by the troops
that fought at Alma and Inkermann,
and that were sacrificed in thousands
during the last winter, by the shame-
ful mismanagement and want of fore-
sight of an incapable government.
But I do not intend getting into
politics, and moreover I am outrun-
ning my conveyance.
We are off Balaklava. The coast
is wild, the morning gloomy, heavy
clouds rest upon the mountain-tops,
there is a nasty chopping sea; the
Crimea presents itself to us under no
cheering aspect. A number of ves-
sels are at anchor, or lying to, outside
the harbour, awaiting the hour of de-
parture or permission to enter. Ships
thus situated, in that place, may em-
phatically be said to exist by the
mercy of Providence. A sudden vio-
lent squall would dash them against
the lofty rocks. There, on the right
hand, within a stone's throw, as it
seems, of the port, the ill-fated
" Prince," and some fifteen other ves-
sels, were destroyed. Yonder the pre-
cipices open, but there is little appear-
ance of a port. As we near the land,
however, we discern the low hull of
the little " Triton," moored close to
the shore, just opposite the harbour's
entrance. And yonder, painted on a
slab of the rock, are the words " Cos-
sack Bay." Only a small portion, a
nook of Balaklava harbour, is visible
from without. As you enter, it opens
on your right hand, a loop of water
enclosed by high rocks, and of such
depth up to their base that the largest
vessels lie close in to the shore. In
some other situation Balaklava har-
bour would be precious, for it is a
natural dock ; and, to complete it, all
that is required is, to cut quays out of
the surrounding rocks, which in some
places rise perpendicularly from the
water. It is crowded with vessels —
British men-of-war and transports of
many nations. The town itself is a
paltry group of wretched houses.
Passing through High Street and Rag-
lan Square, sites far less imposing
than their names would indicate, we
leave it behind us and make for the
camp. At a short distance along the
road the village of Kadukoi for a
moment arrests our attention. Built
almost entirely of planks, it is the
British bazaar, as Kamiesch is that
of the French. There a colony of
sutlers thrive and fatten on the Brit-
ish army. Thither all the wine-
merchants and grocers of London
appear to have despatched their worst
fabrications and stalest goods. The
English in the Crimea do not grumble
at paying exorbitant prices for their
little luxuries, but they do complain
that most of the merchandise they
get for their money is of the most
execrable quality. Good brandy (al-
most a necessary of life in that
country) is not to be obtained for any
money nearer than Constantinople —
I might almost say nearer than Malta.
An honest trader, bringing out a well-
assorted cargo of " notions " of good
quality, might run it off in an ex-
tremely short time, and realise a very
handsome profit. From Kadukoi va-
rious tracks lead out to the camp.
The regular road is bad — in win-
ter wretched and almost impassable.
People generally canter over the
downs, which are tolerably good rid-
ing ground in dry weather, barring
these blocks of stones and patches of
smooth rocky surface that one en-
counters in some places at every step,
and the broken bottles and iron hoops
that are strewed wherever there has
been a camp. Bottles and barrels are
a drug here. The former, perfectly
useless, are heedlessly tossed away
by the soldiers, regardless of probable
damage to horses' feet ; the staves of
the latter are applied to various pur-
poses, to making fences, building
stables, and as firewood, — but with the
iron hoops little can be done, and
these are scattered over the soil in
rusty profusion.
The British camp before Sebasto-
pol is spread over an undulating sur-
face, and it is necessary to seek an
elevated point in order to obtain a
view of it as a whole. Various con-
siderations have prevented much re-
gard to symmetry in its construction.
Many regiments have pitched their
tents in tolerably regular lines, but
then these perhaps run off at an ob-
lique angle to those of some other
corps, and are broken by tenements
of other descriptions. The general
aspect of the camp, seen at a glance,
is that of a confused assemblage of
tents, marquees, huts, painted and un-
painted, and of low buildings, variously
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shaped and roofed, and the occupants
of which live partly below the surface.
The huts are used chiefly for stores
and hospitals, but the number of them
increases, and not a few officers and
men enjoy their shelter, at all seasons
far preferable to that of a tent. On
a dark night the camp has the ap-
pearance of a town, nothing being
seen of it but numerous lights. Pro-
bably the best way of giving you an
idea of its general aspect by day is to
sketch that part of it visible from the
door of the hut in which I now write.
Six o'clock has just been sounded on
a gong, which the captain of a neigh-
bouring division of the Land Trans-
port Corps keeps going to promote
punctuality amongst his motley com-
mand, composed of English, French,
Spaniards, Poles, Turks, Affghans,
and of heathens and infidels of every
clime and description. The heat and
glare of the day, which have been
considerable, begin to be agreeably
replaced by a cooler air and more
subdued light; the atmosphere is
beautifully clear, and the slightest
undulations of the Inkermann heights,
which tower in the distance over the
edge of the plateau, are distinctly
visible, as are also the white tents of
the Russian encampment on the north
side of Sebastopol. Directly oppo-
site, a break in the hills affords a
glimpse of a more distant and ele-
vated ridge ; and, away to the right,
where a French semaphore just now
brandishes its black arms, is a sort of
jumble of hills enclosing the valley of
the Tchernaya, where the action of
the 16th August was fought. To the
left the ground rises, and on the sum-
mit we see a flagstaff, in the direction
whence proceeds the noise of the can-
nonade, which, as is usual at this
hour, has just freshened up. The
flagstaff is planted at the corner of
the cemetery, on Cathcart's Hill, where
a too numerous group of tombstones
and of uninscribed mounds cover the
remains of victims of this long and
bloody campaign. On the hill a num-
ber of figures are visible, on foot and
on horseback. The same is the case
every fine evening at this hour. Our
soldiers are particularly fond of going
up there and watching the fire ; it is
also a favourite lounge with the of-
ficers, and some of the cavalrymen
generally ride over of an afternoon
from their quarters near Balaklava.
Not unfrequently, when a tolerable
group is assembled, the Eussians
throw up shot, which usually have
the effect of dispersing, or at least di-
minishing it. In the course of August
they have fired a good deal at the
camp, but the distance is great, and
few of their shots have taken effect.
Looking nearer home, — to our right
front, we see a dark column ap-
proaching with the steady even march
that characterises British troops, and
contrasts with the loose irregular ar-
ray of the French on the move. They
are in light marching order, undress
and forage-caps. The Guards and
Highlanders are on their way to the
trenches. Following them is a work-
ing party, clad in coarse grey drill
frocks and trousers, and carrying no-
thing but wooden canteens of drink
slung round their bodies. Two or
three stretchers follow, to bring off
the wounded, for no night passes
without casualties. The whole pre-
sently disappear in the ravine, where
the shades of evening already begin
to gather, although a rich sun-glow
still lights up the plain.
Scampering to and fro, on ponies of
every size and description, are num-
bers of infantry officers, who seem to
hold it their duty to keep their unfor-
tunate Crimean and Turkish chargers
at a perpetual gallop. Some are re-
turning from Sutler's Town (Kadu-
koi), and carry loads with which
they certainly would not traverse
even a lonely country common in
England. Birds, bottles, sauce, and
biscuits apparently occupy the
thoughts and havresacks of most of
them. Here is one who has slung
around him a capacious game-bag,
containing a turkey, and two couple
of fowls, all alive. There is no say-
ing with what he may have filled up
the corners ; perhaps with a bottle of
pickles and a pot of preserved meat.
Another manhasaham;athirdwater-
melons, and a jar of honey. This last
is a very young sub, who has not yet
lost his sweet tooth and taste for for-
bidden fruit, and who will probably
pay for his school- boy indulgence,
with an attack of a complaint easily
provoked in the Crimea. Not all,
however, come from market. Not a
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few blue frocks and scarlet jackets are
seen, converging towards a point near
the edge of the plateau, hard by the
Semaphore. There stand a gourbi
•(an African wigwara,built of branches),
and a long white hut, close to which
the band of the Zouaves forms a circle,
the bandmaster in the centre. These
are General Bosquet's quarters, and
every evening there is military music
in front of them. The attendance of
English officers is regular, and often
large. Few French officers are seen
there ; but there are generally groups
of French soldiers, and especially of
the Zouave, in his green turban, short
loose jacket, red petticoat, and yellow
leggings, and wearing that peculiarly,
devil-may-care air, which at all times
characterises him. Looking nearer to
where we now stand, the view in the
foreground assumes a domestic cha-
racter— almost a farmyard aspect.
There is the commissariat cattle-pound ,
formed of empty barrels, and to which
the sheep and oxen have just returned
from the scanty pastures, whither each
morning they are driven. Here are
the stores. A huge mass of compress-
ed hay, each truss bound in iron bands,
is piled under tarpaulins. Nearer
still at hand, a tethered goat nibbles
the few grass roots that remain on the
well-trodden plain. She supplies milk
for our mess (a mess of four persons),
when our milker is not forestalled by
some early-rising pilferer. Fowls,
turkeys, a solitary goose — who looks
as if he would prefer the greenest
horse-pond in which ever frog fatten-
ed, to the arid and dusty heights of
Balaklava ; a grunter in a corner
(promising fat feeding for winter), in a
sty made up' of old wine-cases, and
a varmint-looking little bantam cock,
who has taken a dislike to the goose,
and spurs and pecks him by the hour
together, complete the farming- stock.
Throw a sunny glow over the whole
picture, and you will probably, on re-
viewing it, declare it to be not an un-
pleasing one, and decide that, after
all, things are not so bad in the Cri-
mea, or campaigners there to be greatly
pitied. A little examination will dis-
close the reverse of the model, the dis-
comforts and hardships of camp life.
There are not a few even in fine weather;
when it rains, discomfort is perfect
and complete. Your drenched tent
VOL. LXXVIII. — NO. CCCCLXXX.
totters before the rude blast ; wind
and wet penetrate between the ill-
joined planks of the huts, and dash
into the low entrances of the caves or
dens in which some of the officers live.
These last are ditches or holes in the
ground, surrounded with low walls,
supporting roofs formed of planks,
sailcloth, tarpaulin, old tents — any-
thing that comes to hand. These are
the favourite abodes of rats and mice,
which however abound everywhere
in the camp, and increase so rapidly,
that if our army passes the winter
where it now is, and does not call to
its aid a cargo of cats and terriers, it
risks being eaten up (it or its rations)
by the audacious and innumerable
vermin. The Crimean rat is of very
large size; many of the mice are as big
as a small English rat. Traps being
here unknown, and cats extremely
scarce, both rats and mice revel in
impunity, and one hears them fight-
ing and frolicking all around one. At
meals they walk deliberately about
your hut ; when you sleep they run
across your bed, and sometimes
awaken you by marching over your
face. As hanging shelves and well-
closed safes enter very little into
housekeeping arrangements in the
Crimea, it is difficult, indeed impos-
sible, to keep them from one's food.
Every morning the bread bears marks
of their teeth, and it is considered
lucky if they have respected the bit of
cold -ration mutton reserved from
yesterday's dinner for to-day's break-
fast. Another nuisance here is the
centipede, an ill - favoured reptile,
some two or three inches long, its
body about the size of a flattened
quill, and fringed by numerous feet,
by the aid of which it hooks itself on
to its prey, and stings venomously.
The injury it inflicts is often very se-
rious ; the part swells to an enormous
size, and is long in getting well. These
loathsome creatures are not unfre-
quent about the huts and tents ; they
get into your boots, and occasionally
into your bed, and it is not a bad pre-
caution to shake the former before
drawing them on, and to examine the
latter before getting into it, especially
if it be upon the ground. Beds here,
I need hardly say, are innocent of
sheets. Sleeping between blankets is
no hardship, especially in winter, and
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even in summer the nights are rarely
Tery warm in the Crimea, where,
moreover, one may be said to sleep
alfresco, since even persons who have
doors to their huts usually leave them
open in fine weather. The absence
of sheets is, I think, rather favourable
to fleas, which are tolerably active;
but after a few days one hardly
feels them. Generally speaking, the
Crimea is a great place for insects
of all kinds. I was at first tempted
to believe that the camp, the nume-
rous collection of men, the cooking,
the food, the refuse that inevitably
gets more or less thrown about, the
great number of horses and mules,
were the causes that the common black
house-fly abounds here to such an
extent as to become an almost unen-
durable plague and torment, and ac-
tually to embitter one's existence.
But on going up to visit a friend, who
has pitched his tent at some miles
from camp, in a charming rural situa-
tion, high above the sea, and remote
from most of the fly- producing cir-
cumstances I have enumerated, I
found him just as much a martyr as
we who abide on the heights before
Sebastopol. Fortunately, by a mer-
ciful dispensation of Providence, the
Crimean fly, like other flies, requires
sleep ; and, when darkness covers the
earth and you put out your candle,
he leaves you in peace until sunrise ;
then he is up again, vigorous and re-
freshed, and quickly rouses you from
the soundest slumber. At night, how-
ever, when he rests, blackening your
walls and roof with his sleeping
masses, which the first sunbeam will
rouse into activity, other insects and
winged things visit and afflict you.
To give you an example. It is now
past eleven ; the camp is quiet ; two
or three friends, who dropped in in
the course of the evening to smoke
the pipe of consolation, and imbibe
the grog of good-fellowship, have just
departed (people go to roost pretty
early here) ; the stillness of the camp
is broken only by an occasional scrim-
mage between Turkish ponies and
Spanish mules — closely picketed in
an adjacent enclosure, and who seem
to have inherited the traditional feuds
of the Moslem and the Spaniard — and
by " the distant random-gun of the
enemy sullenly firing." I sit down
to conclude this letter, and, as I write,
various monsters hop and flutter
around me and my guttering candles.
They are of all shapes and sizes, from
a tiny midge to a locust two inches
long. Moths are there in great plenty,
and some of them, I daresay, would
be prizes for the entomologist, for
their wings are beautifully pencilled.
I sincerely wish the entomologist had
them. There is a great green fly (I
never see it in the day), with gauzy
green wings, which has the look of a
diminutive imp in an incantation
scene, as it squats itself close to my
paper, and impertinently watches me
write ; and there are other queer-
shaped creatures, whose shadows,
cast upon the wall, have the most gro-
tesque appearance, reminding one of
some of the little fantastical diablotins
which Teuiers loved to introduce into
his pictures of St Anthony's temptation.
The tobacco smoke has cleared away,
and the quietness and the light have
attracted the myriad of winged tor-
mentors. All these, however, are but
summer plagues, and, although har-
assing enough, may be cheerfully
endured by those who went through
the serious and terrible sufferings of
last winter in the Crimea. Heat and
insects, and even the indescribably
nauseous smells one here and there-
encounters — proceeding, in many
cases, from shallow graves of man or
beast — are light evils compared with
bitter cold, incessant wet, scanty rai-
ment, and little or no shelter. One
has read much of the winter sufferings
of our gallant and unfortunate army ;
but the narrative acquires fresh in-
terest, to a new-comer in the Crimea,
when derived from the lips of the
survivors. One hears of men passing
many weeks without once taking off
any part of their clothes. Wet through
regularly every day, at night they
found it impossible to get warm. Had
they removed their boots they would
not have been able to get them on to
go to their duty in the morning.
Those who risked it found their feet
swell instantly. Few had a change
of anything. Most men had one suit
—often a most uncouth and incon-
gruous assemblage of garments — but
they had no more ; and, if one article
of their dress gave way, they were
put to dire shifts to replace it. Im-
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mense prices were paid for the com-
monest clothes; a second-hand pair
of seaman's boots was worth more
than the choicest work of art that
ever issued from Hoby's shop. I
heard of ten pounds being offered for
a pair of trousers by an unfortunate
wight who had split his across the
stern — and drawers, it is to be ob-
served, were then scarcer even than
trousers. The owner refused to sell
them, but afterwards, touched by the
applicant's misery, bestowed them as
a free gift. Such generosity, under
such circumstances, should have con-
stituted an eternal bond of friendship.
A terrible moment was that which
immediately followed the November
hurricane, when tents, clothes, and
every kind of comfort were swept
away, with scarce a chance of reco-
very— when sheep were blown into
the Russian lines, and the men on
the Marine Heights, above Balaklava,
had to throw themselves down, and
hold on by the ground to save them-
selves from being hurled over the
cliffs. The ensuing twenty-four hours
were passed by many seated in the
wet, under the lea of low walls, heaps
of stones, or any other partial shelter
they could discover; and all winter
the road from Balaklava was a quag-
mire, through which it was scarcely
possible to bring such scanty supplies
as should keep body and soul to-
gether; whilst in the camp it was
mud to the knees, and overhead the
cheerless, turbid, stormy Crimean
sky. It is useless and painful to
dwell on that horrible time, except as
a warning for the future. Things are
now better organised ; there is abund-
ance in the camp ; the army is well
provided with clothes and necessaries ;
storehouses have been erected, and
others are in course of erection ; and
if, as many believe, our troops are
destined to pass another winter before
the almost impregnable fortress that
has already cost us rivers of blood,
and gold, it will be under less trying
circumstances than before. Assured-
ly there will be plenty of hardships to
endure; disease and the climate must
be expected to snatch many victims
from the ranks of the fine young sol-
diers who have replaced the veterans
that last winter destroyed. And if
we fail in capturing the south side of
Sebastopol before the bad weather sets
in, the wet and cold of the trenches
will render them the grave of thou-
sands. At this moment opinions are
much divided. The generals-in- chief
may possibly be possessed of informa-
tion enabling them to calculate the
probabilities of the campaign ; but all
others in the camp are confined to
conjectures, to doubts, and hopes, and
fears. All are weary of the long pro-
tracted campaign, in which so much
has been sacrificed for the gain of so
few solid advantages. But the men
are cheerful, obedient, and full of
spirit and ardour ; whilst the feeling
of duty and honour supports the officers,
although, from all I have seen and
heard, I believe there are few of these,
at least those who have been out from
the beginning of the war, who would
not gladly purchase, at the price of a
sharp wound, a few months' or weeks'
repose in England.
I shall not attempt, in this letter,
which does not aspire to be more than
a mere feather-light bundle of im-
pressions, to enter into any of the
grave questions connected with the
war, or even to give you a detailed
account of the chief events that have
occurred since my arrival in the camp.
The former would be more fitly dis-
cussed in another form, and of the lat-
ter you will doubtless receive full par-
ticulars from your able military corre-
spondent, whose " Story of the Cam-
paign" is as highly appreciated here as
it cannot fail to be in England. Before
this reaches you the newspapers will
have informed you of the pretty action
on theTchernaya — the first in this war
in which the French have triumphed
nnassociated with the English. The
fight, which commenced before day-
break, was on a series of small hills
bordering on the river, and terminated
in the utter rout of the Eussians, who
came on in great force, and at first
were encouraged by a shadow of suc-
cess. It was but a shadow. The
Zouaves, who gave back for a moment
before the swarm of enemies that ad-
vanced upon them up the side of one
of the Mammelons, rallied upon other
battalions of their own corps, and met
the advance with a murderous fire,
driving back the Muscovite. The
artillery, however, played the most
important part in the fight, at least as
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regarded, what is here colloquially
termed, "the butcher's bill." The
French, the Sardinians, and Moubray's
English battery, sent shot and shell
with terrible effect through the hos-
tile masses. It has been said that the
victory could have been more com-
plete had the cavalry been sent for-
ward, but this appears doubtful. As
it was, the Russians lost as many
thousands as the Allies lost hundreds.
Had the cavalry pursued, they could
have gone but a short distance before
coming under fire of the enemy's bat-
teries, which awaited them in position,
hoping, perhaps, for a repetition of the
mad scamper at Balaklava. The Sar-
dinians behaved extremely well, prov-
ing themselves gallant, steady, and
skilful soldiers. Their artillery prac-
tice elicited high praise from all who
beheld it. Their pride has since
been wounded by an order of the
day, issued by the English Com-
mander-in-chief, who declared that
their conduct on the 16th August
proved them worthy to fight by the
side of the first military nation of
Europe. A little reflection might have
helped General Simpson to a happier
form of compliment. In military
power, France is to Sardinia as a
giant to a pigmy ; but in soldiership
and warlike prowess the Sardinians
have never deemed themselves in-
ferior to any ; and certainly it was
not the moment, when their valiant
struggle against Austria is still fresh
in every man's memory, to hint, how-
ever remotely, that a doubt had been
entertained of their being found up to
the French mark. Generals may be
pardoned for being but clumsy with
the pen if they prove themselves able
with the sword. As yet we have
had no taste of General Simpson's
quality— at least in his capacity of
-Commander-in-chief. Since he as-
sumed the supreme command the
camp has been simmering in sunshine
and idleness. Down into the trenches,
nightly, go some 1 5,000 men (English
and French), to shoot and be shot at
for twenty-four hours. Scarcely even
a sortie, worthy of note, to vary the
monotony. On the Malakoff are all
eyes centred ; that key by which,
if once we grasped it, we should
quickly open to ourselves the gate
of southern Sebastopol. The French
are working up to it, but they get on
very slowly. When little expected,
the Russians roused us from our seem-
ing slumber. The trumpet of the
Tchernaya sounded the note of action.
So at least it appears to us, although
it perhaps may long before have been
resolved, in the inscrutable councils
of Head Quarters, that, at four in the
morning of the 18th August, another
bombardment should commence. It
lasted three days, varying in vigour,
and under its cover the French ad-
vanced their works. They are now
so near to the enemy — and so are the
English on the left — that it seems im-
possible a bloody and decisive en-
counter should not very soon occur.
About this time, you, oh fortunate
Ebony, are doubtless disporting your-
self on the moors, slaying and eating
the most fragrant of grouse, dulcify-
ing your oesophagus with that nectar-
ean compound known as the brose of
Atholl, solacing your evening repose
with a moderate tumbler of toddy,
inhaling the balmy breezes that blow
from Highland hills. But I dare
swear that, amidst those pleasant
pastimes and peaceful enjoyments,
your thoughts wander, not seldom, to
your less comfortably-quartered and
cared -for countrymen, who sleep in
hovels and under canvass on unfriend-
ly Crimean hills, like your faithful
VEDETTE.
CAMP BEFORE SEBASTOPOL, 28$ August.
1855.]
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BOOKS FOR THE HOLIDAYS.
NO. II. — ANY RECENT WORK UPON SPORTING.
MOST notable among the drawbacks
which attend the literary profession,
is the extreme jealousy, almost
amounting to hatred, manifested by
the great body of authors towards
those who undertake the duty of re-
viewing. Converse with any young
gentleman who has presented a vol-
ume of spasmody to the public in-
spection, and you will find him as full
of bile against the critics as if he had
subsisted solely upon curried oysters
since the eve of publication. He de-
nounces them en masse, as a gang of
heartless desperadoes, cold-blooded
assassins, mean-spirited stabbersiuthe
dark, malevolent scalp-hunters, ig-
norant pretenders, shallow boys, ar-
rogant asses, conceited prigs, egre-
gious numskulls, and so forth — pro-
testing, at the same time, with a hol-
low laugh, that he cares nothing for
them or their verdicts, but despises
them from the bottom of his soul.
From this you conclude, naturally
enough, that the poor young fellow
has been made the victim of some
foul literary conspiracy — that a whole
nest of hornets has been buzzing
about his ears and stinging him to
exasperation — that he has been flayed
alive, gibbeted, and quartered, in the
most ruthless and savage manner —
and that his mental pangs must have
been more exquisitely acute than those
of " Eleemon who was sold to the de-
mon." Never in your life were you
more mistaken. No familiar of the
Inquisition has laid hands on his in-
nocent carcass, or proceeded to stretch
his limbs on the rack. No midnight
murderer has been thirsting for his
gore. He has sent copies of his duo-
decimo to the editors of every con-
ceivable periodical in the United King-
dom ; but not one of them has even
recognised his existence, much less
expressed an opinion derogatory of
his poetical abilities. He is suffering
indeed ; but it is simply from the want
of notoriety, to achieve which, he
would, in reality, be glad to undergo
any reasonable amount of tomahawk-
ing.
After all, in cases of this sort, the
critics are the parties who have real
ground for complaint; and we can
speak most feelingly on the subject,
having undergone, at the hands of un-
noticed authors, every imaginable
species of persecution. Over and over
again has the public been assured in
these columns that Maga edits herself;
and on the title-page of every num-
ber there is a distinct intimation that
all communications (post paid) must
be addressed to William Blackwood
and Sons, 45 George Street, Edin-
burgh, and 37 Paternoster Row, Lon-
don. After such clear announce-
ments, it appears absolutely amaz-
ing that human beings should per-
sist in attributing the editorial func-
tions to those who neither claim nor
exercise them ; and in poisoning and
embittering, by their solicitations and
complaints, the lives of lazy contri-
butors, who have seldom the inclina-
tion and frequently not the opportu-
nity of revising the proof-sheets of
their own articles. We cannot un-
dertake to specify the amount of in-
dividual annoyance which may fall to
the share of our fellow- labourers in
the vineyard of Buchanan; but we
can assert with perfect truth, that
upon one devoted, but blameless, head,
a whole Niagara of literary indigna-
tion, has been poured. The process
usually is as follows : — One morning
we receive an unstamped letter, which
the servant, contrary to orders, has
taken in, referring to a volume which
the writer states that he forwarded
six weeks previously, and requesting
to know when the work is likely to be
reviewed. As we never saw the vol-
ume, have no intention whatever of
reviewing it, and feel deeply aggra-
vated because of the sacrificed two-
pence, we chuck the communication
into the fire, hoping that silence may
be deemed a satisfactory reply. But
we reckon without our host. A week
afterwards another epistle arrives,
again unstamped ; but this time we
are more wary, and the letter is per-
emptorily refused. Next comes a
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communication from a fellow who
styles himself " an old friend," and a
very old friend he mast be, for we
have not set eyes upon him since we left
school, and remember his name solely
from the circumstance that he was the
perpetual booby of the class. He
canters through a few preliminary
compliments and reminiscences, and
then comes " to the object of my
troubling you at present," which
turns out to be a request that
you will notice, " for the sake of auld
lang syne," the volume published by
the man who sent the unstamped
letters, and who turns out to be a
brother-in-law, cousin, or some other
indefinite connection of the affection-
ate booby. What " auld lang syne "
has to do with the matter we cannot
exactly perceive ; but our heart yearns
towards our ancient playmate, who
used to take his floggings with such
stoical indifference, and we write him
a very kind letter, explaining that we
have nothing whatever to do with the
management of the Magazine, and
that we have never set eyes upon the
literary production of his friend. The
last is an unlucky remark, for, by re-
turn of post, we receive a copy of the
volume in question — prepaid, however,
for our friend the Booby, though some-
what dull of apprehension, is a thorough
gentleman in his feelings. We open
the book — find that it is, as we ex-
pected, rubbish of the worst quality —
and fling it aside, trusting to hear no
more about the author. Again we are
wrong. This time the author writes,
ostensibly to apologise for his former
error, but in reality to inquire whether,
now that we are made aware of his
connection with the house of Booby,
we will not exert our influence with
the Messrs Blackwood to get the work
noticed. " Perhaps," so writes the
unblushing one, " you may be inclined
to undertake the task yourself." As-
suredly if the book were only three
shades less contemptible than it is, we
would comply with his wishes, and
give him such a capper -clawing as
would send him for a season howling
to the wilderness ; but we hate need-
less cruelty, and the imbecility of the
creature is his salvation. Therefore
we write the iciest of all possible
epistles, declining the flattering pro-
posal; and believe that we have at
length got rid of the incubus. Not
so. We receive a jaunty epistle from
Booby, apparently quite delighted
with our recognition, expressing a hope
that when we come to his part of the
country we will pay him a visit and
talk over old stories, and then diverg-
ing to the subject of the accursed duo-
decimo, and its persevering author,
who, Booby assures us, is one of the
finest fellows in the universe. " Do
write me what you think of his book, "
quoth Booby ; u I do not pretend to be
a judge of such matters, but I think
some parts of it are very clever."
Goaded on to desperation, we sit down
deliberately, and waste a whole pre-
cious morning in explaining to Booby,
in no unequivocal language, our opin-
ion of the intellects of his friend.
That epistleof ours Booby, with exqui-
site good taste, communicates to the
aspirant after literary distinction, who
consequently becomes our enemy for
life.
Scott, whose knowledge of human
nature was scarcely inferior to that
possessed by Shakespeare, has admir-
ably brought out this itch for notoriety,
in the character of the dwarf, Sir Geoffry
Hudson. Rather than not be noticed,
the little man would submit to the im-
putation of impossible crimes ; and his
self- conceit rose proportionally with the
enormity of thecharge preferred. With
one literary Hudson it might be easy to
deal, but it is no joking matter to be
molested by scores. Like the detest-
able Swiss children who infest the fall
of the Staubach, they will not let you
alone, even though you would give a
tolerable ransom to be freed from their
company. They cling to your skirts,
follow at your heels, and perform
every conceivable manner of antic in
order to attract attention ; in vain do
you alternately resort to the distribu-
tion of coppers, and a warning flourish
of the horse-whip — the crowd increases
and sticks to you with thecloseness and
tenacity of a swarm of midges, until,
driven to desperation, you rush fran-
tically from the valley, registering a
vow that no power on earth will in-
duce you again to set foot within pre-
cincts so beautiful yet so rife with
irritation.
Far be it from us to insinuate that
this strong passion for notoriety is
peculiar to literary aspirants, or that
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it is more observable in them than in
the followers of regular professions.
We never yet knew the briefless law-
yer, or the patient-less physician,
whose want of success was not attri-
buted by themselves and their friends
to the heartless neglect of the world ;
nor do we remember any instance of
the kind in which the consummate
abilities, erudition, and talents of the
would-be practitioners were not as-
sumed as notorious and indisputable
facts. Vanity is the one common gar-
ment of the whole human race : it
cleaves as closely to the frame as the
poisoned shirt of Nessus, and torture
unutterable is caused by any attempt
to remove it. Our observations, if
properly understood, merely go the
length of vindicating reviewers from
the charges of hard-heartedness, in-
difference, and cruelty, which have
been so often brought against them
by unnoticed authors. Not one of
those latter seems to imagine it pos-
sible that the almost preternatural
silence of the critics with regard to
his productions can be caused by their
insignificance or worthlessness. De-
lusions of this kind are common, and
they are easily accounted for. The
gradations of nature are infinite ; and
however weak may be the intellects
of a man, he is pretty sure, in the
course of his career, to encounter one
or two others who are even less gifted
than himself. To them, by a natural
law, he appears an oracle of wisdom :
they adopt his opinions, repeat his
sayings, and, if he ventures into the
perilous field of authorship, applaud
his writings to the echo. He is the
prime star of a very minute constella-
tion— the biggest animalcule in an
isolated drop of water. So that when
Vespasian Tims, the boast and
cynosure of the literary club which
holds its weekly meetings at the sign
of the Jolly Ogre, has indulged his
friends with a private audience of his
forthcoming tragedy entitled Abdel-
buffer, or the Bravo of the Bospkoms,
it is small wonder if the little circlet
vibrates with delight, and if Vespasian
is assured by more than one devoted
satellite that his work will stand com-
parison with the choicest productions of
the Elizabethan era. As a matter of
course, Tims would rather "doubt
truth to be a liar," than question the
propriety of such a verdict ; accord-
ingly, after he has committed him-
self in print, he cannot for the life of
him understand the universal apathy
and indifference which appears to have
pervaded the whole body of the
British critics. For hostile notices,
of the most truculent kind, our
Vespasian is prepared. He knows
that he has enemies ; for, to use his
own beautiful language, —
" Genius is a flower
Which the base market-gardeners of this rank
world
Won't let the sunshine beam on ; but they
clap
Shards, broken envy-bottles, hideous heods
Of most opaquy and unnatural tint,
Right on the top on't ; and so deem to pale,
By shutting out the bright effulgence of
The locks of Phoebus, that splendiferous,
And never-to-be-classed-in-catalogue
Star of the mind "
Any attempt to put him down he is
prepared, like another Antaeus, to re-
sist ; but he can meet with no antago-
nist. He has entered the lists, dis-
played his banner, and blown his
trumpet ; but not a living soul will
vouchsafe him the slightest notice.
He is as unfortunate as the knight of
the Round Table, who, though con-
stantly on horseback, and in the very
midst of a prime preserve of giants,
never could fall in with an adventure ;
and, like that worthy scion of chivalry,
he halts before the drawbridge of
every castle, and heaps every kind of
vituperation upon its inmates, because
nobody will take the trouble to sally
out and indulge him with the luxury
of a drubbing.
Critics, however, are merely men,
liable to human infirmity and impulse,
and we have known instances in which,
when irritated by incessant badgering,
they have so far forgot their duty as
to allow their temper to overcome
their discretion, and have administer-
ed a contemptuous shake or so to the
clamorous candidate for notoriety.
Then — mercy on us — what a yowling
ensues ! No lady's lap-dog could shriek
louder, when, after a series of deliber-
ate small insults directed against a
mastiff, Jowler makes a spring, and
catches the unfortunate pug in his
jaws, than does the new-fledged
author when the critic is down upon
him. The public, who really are in
the main good-natured, and who hate
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to see any man or any animal over-
matched, are apt to cry "shame"
upon such occasions, being, of course,
in utter ignorance of the previous
provocation ; and the mangled inno-
cent, who, after all, is more frightened
than hurt, is picked up and covered
with caresses — which, however, have
merely the effect of prolonging the
period of his yelping. He has been
attacked — he has been bitten — he has
excited sympathy; and he is deter-
mined that, in so far as in him lies,
that sympathy shall not be permitted
to abate. So he continues to howl,
and disturb the whole neighbourhood,
until even his well-wishers pronounce
him to be a posjtive nuisance, and
become rather angry with Jowler be-
cause he did not finish him at once.
If any of our readers should be
at a loss to know what these prelimi-
nary remarks portend, we beg to in-
form them that they are merely in
explanation of the title which we
have affixed to the present article.
The fact is, that, situated as we are,
we have no book before us to review ;
and we are anxious, before the expiry
of the legitimate holidays, to deliver
ourselves of a sporting article. Were
we as unscrupulous as some of our
Quarterly brethren, we might have
adopted their convenient custom of
transferring, from the advertising por-
tion of the Times, the names of any
new works which appear to have the
slightest relation to the topic in hand,
and then compounding an article from
ingredients totally different. But, in
our estimation, the practice to which
we refer is base and cowardly ; and,
follow it who will, we trust that the
columns of Maga may never be
stained by such degradation. It is
an utter abuse of literature, and an
insult to literary men, to string to-
gether the titles of some six or seven
different works bearing upon the same
subject, in order to make a preliminary
flourish, and then calmly, in the text,
to pass them over as if they were so
much waste paper, undeserving either
of praise or of censure. Who, in the
name of Mumbo- Jumbo, wants to see
a book-catalogue in the table of con-
tents of a quarterly review ? and yet,
what other denomination can be cor-
rectly given to the literary bills of
fare which our bulky brothers are
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wont to throw out for our allure-
ment ? Why should Mr Mechi's list
of cutlery be made the mere handle
or apology for a prosy article regard-
ing the manufacture of iron ? or a
treatise upon Macadamisation be
paraded as an excuse for a rickety
essay upon mail-coaches? It would
be quite as sensible a proceeding to
select Tooke's Diversions of Pur ley as
the proper text for a dissertation upon
nursery literature.
Our sporting friends, therefore, will
understand that we intend no manner
of disparagement to recent writers
upon wood or water craft, by omitting
to specify their names. Some of
them, we doubt not, are practical
men, and conversant with the subjects
they have selected ; while it is not
irrational, nor even uncharitable, to
surmise that others are rank impos-
tors. Be that as it may, we shall
summon no parties to the bar ; and
therefore we hope for once to escape
from expostulation or complaint.
The compilation of a really good
sporting work is, we suspect, a task
of great difficulty, requiring, in the
person of the author, the union of
many accomplishments. A man may
be a first-rate shot, a deadly angler,
an admired disposer of a field, or a
prime judge of dogs and horses, with-
out being able to commit any of his
experiences to paper. Many men
who ;are admirable practitioners in
their art either fail in the exposition
of its principles, or make that exposi-
tion so exceedingly bald as to be
devoid of interest. The truth is, that
in sporting matters there is not very
much to be learned from the perusal
of books. Practice and perseverance,
combined with a just enthusiasm, are
indispensably necessary for the for-
mation of the finished sportsman;
and many lessons there are which
cannot be imparted through the me-
dium of print or precept. We are-
aware that, in saying this, we run
counter to the prevalent theory of the-
day, and the opinions of those eminent
philosophers and philanthropists who
maintain that the only effectual means-
of educating the masses, are by deluging
the country with cheap publications,
and letting loose a horde of itinerant
lecturers. We more than doubt the
soundness of that view. No amount
1855.]
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of attendance upon lectures on typo-
graphy will make a man a creditable
printer ; and heaven forbid that any
of us should intrust our persons to the
tender mercies and scientific direction
of a railway- driver, whose means of
knowledge were solely derived from the
perusal of treatises upon engines. If
we heard a stoker descanting learnedly
upon the merits of the machine in-
vented by Hiero of Alexandria, we
should feel very much inclined to
eschew proceeding by the train of
which he is so accomplished an orna-
ment; nor would our mind be much
more at ease if forced to cross the
Pentland Firth during stormy weather,
were the helm intrusted to the hands
of the most eminent living lecturer
upon navigation. Able and perspi-
cuous as are the art- writings of Sir
Joshua Reynolds, no man, however
attached to art, will become a painter
merely through their study ; and, not-
withstanding all the treatises upon
poetry, ancient and modern, which are
extant for our perusal, the art is not,
at least at the present time, in a
thriving or a healthy condition.
In sporting, practice is all in all.
We verily believe that no angler can
honestly say that he has ever added
the weight of six ounces to his creel
in consequence of all the.maxims that
are laid down by Isaak Walton ; and
we are quite sure that no marked
diminution in the race of wild-fowl
followed the revelations of Colonel
Hawker. Old Isaak's book, of which
no one who is able to appreciate the
charm of a simple, manly, and un^
affected style can speak otherwise than
in terms of love, is a mere pastoral ;
beautiful indeed as a composition, but
useless as an angling treatise. Use-
less at least, in so far as its precepts
are concerned ; but not useless from
the spirit which it breathes, and the
enthusiasm which it has often kindled.
Many anglers, who otherwise might
never have thrown a line, have con-
fessed that the perusal of Walton was
the first incentive which urged them
to the water-side ; and they have
blessed the memory of the good old
man who introduced them to a pastime
which never palls, and to an enjoyment
as keenly relished in age as in early
youth. But in angling, there are many
gradations. The generic term of
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angler embraces men of totally oppo-
site temperaments and habits. The
placid drowsy citizen who in his punt,
with a gallon of beer beside him, be-
guiles gudgeons at Twickenham or
Kingston, claims the same title with
the sturdy Gael, who despises angling
even for trout, but confines himself to
the capture of the salmon. There are
those who esteem the conquest of a
single pike enough foundation for a
piscatory name — there are others who
expect to be known to posterity as the
slayers of thumping barbel. And what
is there unreasonable in this ? But for
the boar of Caledon we never should
have heard of Meleager — take away
the dolphin from Arion, and the poet
becomes an empty sound.
Pastoral or no pastoral, we stil
place the Complete Angler of Walton
in the foremost rank of treatises upon
the gentle craft, and hail him as the
Homer of the streams. Had he been
more practical, more fishified, less
credulous, and less discursive than he
is, it may be that the virtue would
have departed from him, and his trea-
tise have lost that charm which has
been recognised by many generations.
Only once was it our lot to tread on
the grassy margin of the Lea — to see
in fancy the venerable form of Pis-
cator with his pupil by his side, re-
clining under the shelter of an elm,
and watching the floats, as the big
drops pattered on the leaves above, or
made a thousand dimples in the pool
— and to cast a line in the waters,
hallowed by such classic recollections.
We wish now that we had left the
latter deed undone ; for the man
who accompanied us, and who called
himself, par excellence, " the fisher-
man," put into our hands something
which more nearly resembled a staff
than a rod, with a line which might
have held a porpoise, garnished with
a couple of bullets ; then, shouldering
a hamper, which contained what he
denominated u ground-bait," he in-
formed us that we were to fish for
barbel. Of course we made no objec-
tion. Arriving at a very dirty and
drumly pool, our guide, philosopher,
and friend — who, by the way, was the
ugliest dog we ever had the fortune to
set eyes on — opened his wallet, and
drew out some balls about the size
of oranges, which he stated to be
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a compound of tallow - greaves,
slugs, and cheese! We had heard
previously, or read somewhere, that
barbel were by no means delicate
or particular in their diet, but we
really did not suppose that they
would have touched anything so
ineffably abominable. Howbeit the
filth- balls were broken into frag-
ments, and thrown into the hole,
which we were assured was the finest
cast for barbel in the river — in fact,
quite " a favourite lie." We baited
the hook with gentles, and pitched
the bullets in. We sat for three
hours, and smoked four pipes, without
even the semblance of a nibble;
maintaining all the while a grim
silence, which Harpocrates might
have envied. Not so our guide, who
kept up a perpetual torrent of gabble
touching the monsters that he had seen
extracted from " that 'ere deep, vich
his the primish bit for barbel in them
'ere parts," varied only by personal
anecdotes of the Cockneys who were
in the habit of resorting to the river,
and who, judging from his account,
must have been sportive and playful
rogues, addicted to all manner of
practical jokes, but " real gemmen,"
in so far as liquor was concerned.
At length, when further sufferance
would have become a positive sin, we
kicked the basket with the tallow-
greaves into the river, for the benefit
of the fish, if there really were any
there — a question regarding which
we entertain the gravest doubt ; ex-
pressed, in unmistakable terms, to
the panic-stricken fisherman, our
opinion of the piscatory merits of the
stream of which he was the guardian ;
and, guiltless of barbel's blood,
quitted the banks of the lazy Lea,
which assuredly we shall not visit
again, at least for angling purposes.
Stoddart is an excellent practical
guide, and displays, in dealing with
his subject, the decision and clearness
of a master. His observations are
the result of long experience ; and
even by the best anglers, some of
whom are rather crotchety in matters
of detail, and wedded to their own
systems, he is acknowledged to be a
first-rate authority. But Stoddart,
though himself a poet of no mean
ability, as his capital angling songs
do sufficiently testify, has put less of
the leaven of poetry than we could
have desired into the Scottish Angler,
and is technical almost to a fault.
We doubt whether any sporting
book which does not contain very
vivid and graphic sketches can be
popular in the best sense of the word ;
for the author who delights us by his
enthusiasm and manner of style, will
always be preferred to the writer
whose object is solely to instruct. And
if, as we have already remarked, it is
impossible to gain any deep insight
into the mysteries of wood or water
craft from the mere perusal of books,
it follows that books upon these
subjects ought to be made as attrac-
tive as possible, in order to win
new votaries to the science of the
sweet Sir Tristrem. Ah, kind Sir
Tristrem ! — courteous knight — fine
forester — lover of ladies, and of all
manner of vert and venison ! — well
is it for thee that thou canst not
know what a ninny-hammer thou
art made to appear in the strains
of modern poets ! What though thou
wert luckless in love, as many a good
fellow was before thee, and has been
since thy time — is that any reason
why thou shouldst be depicted shiver-
ing under the attack of a tertian
ague, and moaning for the absent
Iseult in thy disordered sleep?
Caesars and Alexanders were, like
others of the human race, liable to
the stroke of disease, and have called
piteously on Titinius or Hephsestion
for drink ; but what eulogist of either
hero would select for illustration
those moments when he lay with a
nightcap drawn over his aching
temples, and a pitcher of ptisan by
his pillow ? Not so, assuredly, Tris-
trem, would we have depicted thee,
had it been our vocation or choice
to summon thine eidolon from the
thickness of the mediaeval mist ! Not
as a brain-sick lazar, ghost -like,
wan, and gibbering, shouldst thou
have appeared — but as a free and
joyous knight riding through the
greenwood, and making bolt and
thicket ring again with the blast
of thy merry bugle — or, as a cham-
pion of the Table Round, splintering
lances in the tilt-yard with Laun-
celot, Gareth, and Gawaine, before
the eyes of King Arthur and Guenever
'his beloved queeii !
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Having delivered ourselves of this
apostrophe to an eminent early sports-
man, let us return to our more imme-
diate gear. We eye our rods, as they
stand, a slender sheaf in the corner,
with a feeling approaching to melan-
choly ; for the season is now far ad-
vanced, and in a few days most of
the rivers will be shut up. That
circumstance, however, is in itself of
little consequence ; for the sea-shore
still remains open, and there is as good
angling in the salt-water as in the
fresh. This must be, we know, a
startling announcement to many, who
have been reared in the belief that,
below tide- way, the rod and line are
useless. Nevertheless, it is a fact
that, in the northern counties of Scot-
land, and more especially in the islands
which contain few streams, and those
but of insignificant size, it is not only
possible, but easy, for a good angler,
during the months of September and
October, and even later, to fill his
basket with splendid trout in the bays.
Nay, we are using far too moderate a
term ; for no basket that angler ever
slung at his back could contain one-
half of the fish which we have seen
taken by a single rod in the course of
a few hours. It is quite a mistaken
idea to suppose that there is any vir-
tue in fresh-water or running streams,
which causes migratory fish to rise at
the artificial fly, or to seize on the
minnow or other natural bait. They
bite freely in the sea ; and we have
repeatedly captured trout from the
end of a little pier, at a great distance
from any stream, with no other bait
than a common limpet. In order to
insure success in this kind of fishing,
the angler must make himself ac-
quainted with the localities, must
study the state of the tides, and must
not be anywise particular about wad-
ing. He should provide himself with
a stout rod and strong tackle ; for if
the day is a propitious one, he may
expect to meet with fish of four, six,
or even eight pounds weight, and
he has to bring them ashore among
patches of the toughest sea-weed. He
may use either the fly or the worm ;
but the latter is the surest bait, and
trout will rise at it when they will not
look at the feathers and tinsel. The
bait must not be allowed to sink, but
the worm should be kept near the
surface, and drawn slowly along, very
much as if you were fishing with a
minnow. The best time to commence
is about half-an-hour before full tide,
spring-tides being decidedly prefer-
able, as the trout are then upon the
move, and the sport will continue as
long as the nature of the bottom will
allow. But as the fish go out very
fast with the receding waters, it is in
most places difficult to reach them
after the tide has half ebbed. An ex-
cellent station for taking sea- trout is
where the tide runs rapidly past a
ledge of rocks ; indeed, the more cur-
rent there is, the greater is the chance
of success. The ground near the
mouth of streams, even though these
may be so small as scarcely to make
their way through the gravel, is almost
always good ; but even in bays, where
there is neither rock nor stream, ex-
cellent sport may be obtained, espe-
cially if the wind is blowing freshly
from shore. One great advantage of
this kind of angling is, that all the
fish, without exception, are in prime
condition ; and, as regards sport, we
would at any time as lieve angle in a
Zetland voe as in a Highland river.
You may miss the trees and the moun-
tains ; but, on the other hand, there
stretches before you, fresh and free,
the glorious ocean, with the white
comb on every wave, as it rolls to-
ward the barrier-cliffs of the rocky
island, and, bursting on that wall of
adamant, sends the spray of its surges,
glittering in the sunbeams, in a rain-
bow shower, up to the grand old
ruined fortress, which, in times of
yore, Earl Erlend, for the sake of his
bride, made good against the hosts of
the Norsemen.
Do you open your eyes in wonder-
ment at this kind of sport, ye sons of
the city, whose souls are set upon
gudgeon, and whose highest aspira-
tions are after dace? Come then
with us to the brow of the cliffs, and
we will show you greater marvels !
Take heed to your footing, for the
herbage is short and slippery, the
precipice goes down sheer two hun-
dred feet to the water; and, were
your heels to fail you now, you would
never eat white- bait at the Trafalgar
more. But be of good courage — for
here the ledge is broad ; and it is only
a pic-tarnie, and not an eagle, that is
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circling round your heads with such
vehement and threatening screams.
Look out seaward, and tell us what
you behold. Gulls of every kind,
white, black, and grey, are wheeling
round the broken skerry, and adding
their distracting clamour to the cries
of the tern, auk, and teist ; whilst the
long- necked cormorants fly sullenly
over the face of the deep. Down
yonder, on the point of the reef, are
some thirty seals — Neptuni pecus, the
herd that only will obey the wind-
ing of the Triton's horn — basking in
the sun, flapping their tails as they
revel in the unwonted luxury of heat,
and nodding their heads as if in ac-
quiescence to the sage remarks of their
neighbours. For they are right wise
fellows, those seals — more sagacious
than many a biped who piques himself
upon his superior education — and it
would puzzle an acuter youth than
ever stood in your shoes to circumvent
them. But look out yonder ; can you
not descry something like white spouts
bursting from the water, and occasion-
ally a dark speck rising to the sur-
face and disappearing ? Congratulate
yourself, child of Whittington ; for
that is a shoal of whales, and it may
be your good fortune to witness the
most exciting of all spectacles — a
WHALE HUNT among the northern
islands !
Other eyes than ours have lighted
upon that most gladsome apparition.
On the hill-side stands a frantic wo-
man waving her apron — yea, she has
even torn off her petticoat for a more
conspicuous banner — and, leaping like
aMcenad, she vociferates, "Whales —
whales ! " And well may Tronda leap
and vociferate ; for, if the chase
should prove successful, her superior
sharpness of vision may win her a
five-pound note, besides diffusing com-
fort over the neighbourhood for miles
around. " Whales — whales !" The
whole district rises at the cry. The
township below vomits forth its in-
mates by tens and twenties. The
fisherman, dozing on the beach with
the pipe in his mouth, bounds to his
feet as though an adder had stung
him, and rushes desperately to his
boat. Swarthy men, and weather-
bronzed women, their hair streaming
in the wind, unconfined by snood or
kerchief, start out of peat-mosses, and
race violently to the shore. The
reaper abandons his sickle, and runs
with the rest ; for oil is dearer to him
than corn ; besides, the oats and bere
cannot swim away, which is more than
can be said of the whales. Horses
may take to the hill, and cows make
havoc among the crop, for their ap-
pointed guardians are gone ; — even
the ragged urchin, whose duty it is
to herd the geese, has caught the
general infection, and, mad as a March
hare, gallops after his insane mother,
both of them shouting, as if for dear
life, "Whales— whales!" though the
whole inhabitants of the parish are by
this time thoroughly cognisant of the
shoal.
Quick— quick! shove off the boats
— every one of them, however old
and leaky, and tarry not for thwart
or rowing-pin, because every minute
is precious. " Huzza ! here comes
the minister 1" "Bless you, my
bairns!" quoth the good man, as,
armed with a flinching knife, he steps
panting into a boat ; and the flotilla
begins to move. " How many whales
may there be ? " On this point there
is some diversity of opinion, for, large
as they are, whales in the sea are not
so easily counted as chickens in a
farmyard, but nobody thinks there
are fewer than four, and some esti-
mate the number at five hundred !
" Five hundred whales ! — well, that
is coming it rather strong!" Hold
your tongue, you ignoramus ! and,
for the future, confine your remarks
to what you know and understand.
If we had told you an hour ago that
we could show you thirty seals, some
of them not much smaller in carcass
than a young Highland bullock, lying
together upon a rock, you would not
have believed us. You have seen
that number now ; and very much
mistaken shall we be, if on your re-
turn to Cheapside, you do not multi-
ply it fourfold. The whales out
yonder are not Greenlanders, such as
Scoresby has written about so well
and oleaginously — they are " ca'ing
whales," which the learned style
DelpJdnus deductor, and there are
huge shoals of them in the northern
seas, especially around the Faroe
Islands, which pertain to the Crown
of Denmark. In those distant islands
their appearance at a certain season,
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of the year is confidently expected ;
and regular preparation is made for
the fishing, or rather the chase. Round
the British Islands they are not so
common ; but few years elapse in
which they do not show themselves
off some part of the coast of Zetland,
and they are frequently captured in
large numbers. Among the Orkneys
they are not often seen, probably
owing to the extreme rapidity of the
tides in that archipelago ; and of late
they have been rare visitors. In the
bays of Skye and the sea-lochs of the
Lews they are occasionally visible —
indeed we believe that the largest
shoal of the past season came on shore
in the latter island.
These fish— for such by immemorial
usage we are entitled to term them —
often reach the size of twenty or four-
and-twenty feet ; and their carcasses
are extremely valuable on account of
the quantity of oil which they pro-
duce. Although " whales," accord-
ing to the law of Scotland, are droits
of the Crown, that claim has long
since been abandoned as regards the
" ca'ing " whale ; and the proceeds of
a lucky chase are divided in certain
proportions, and according to a gradu-
ated scale, among the captors, after
deducting a certain share for the pro-
prietor of the ground adjacent to the
shore where the fish maybe stranded.
Such at least is the custom hi Zetland ;
and therefore it is not to be wondered
at if the apparition of a shoal should
be sufficient to throw the inhabitants
of the fortunate district into a state
of the most violent excitement. For
yonder, where the spouts are rising,
and the black backs dipping, swim
creatures to the marketable value of,
it may be, two thousand pounds ; and
with patience, caution, and persever-
ance, they may all of them be driven
ashore.
Of that little fleet there is no ap-
pointed admiral ; but, by common
consent, Jerome Jeromson, a very pa-
triarchal Triton, who for more than
forty years has gone out regularly to
the haaf, and who has even witnessed
and joined in a whale-hunt at Faroe,
is installed in the chief command; or,
to speak more correctly, assumes it
without any murmur. But for him
some of the hastier hands would have
pushed off without ammunition, there-
by committing the same blunder which
was perpetrated by that sagacious
creature, and bright star of intelli-
gence, Sir Charles Wood, in despatch-
ing our fleet to bombard the Baltic
fortresses without a relay of mortars.
But, fortunately for the Zetlanders,
and their chance of spoil and oil,
Jeromson, unlike Wood, is thoroughly
up to his business, and has taken good
care that no boat has been allowed to
leave shore without a proper provision
of stones. Start not again, youth of our
adoption, nor insinuate that we mean
harpoons. We mean simply what
we say, stones — tidy pebbles from the
beach, to make, when necessary, a
splashing in the water, and nrge the
whales onwards to their doom. This
is at best but a clumsy substitute for
the more regular apparatus employed
at Faroe, which consists of ropes ex-
tending from boat to boat, to which
wisps of straw are tied ; and that is
said to constitute an impenetrable bar-
rier, at least effectually to prevent the
shoal from heading backwards. But
we have already explained that the
appearance of whales off the coasts of
Zetland cannot be relied npon with
certainty, and therefore it is no won-
der if each township or fishing village
should be but scantily provided with
the implements appropriate for this
occasional chase. After all, stones
answer the purpose pretty well, the
great matter being to keep up a suffi-
cient splashing ; and we dare to say
that a Cockney in a cork jacket would
be sufficient to terrify the whales. As
for harpoons, they are quite out of the
question, for the use of them would
break the shoal at once, and so de-
stroy the hopes of the fishing.
Pull strong and steady, and keep
the line, and above all, in the mean
time, keep silence ; for we are now at
no great distance from the whales,
and the first manoeuvre is to place
the boats between them and the outer
ocean. Old Jerome leads the way ;
and gradually the boats creep round
the shoal, and place it between them
and the land. So far good ; but even
yet there must be no noise, for the
fish are still in deep water, and if
greatly alarmed will inevitably make
a rush and escape. Nor is the shore
immediately opposite of a kind to ren-
der their capture practicable ; for it
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is rocky and broken, and there is no
beach upon which whales could be
run. But yonder, beyond the point,
is the Trows Bay, with a fine mar-
ginal sweep of white sand, a fitting
race-course for the steeds of Amphi-
trite ; and if we can beguile them on
there, our triumph is next to secure.
Though not alarmed, the whales
are evidently conscious of the proxi-
mity of danger, for they cease their
gambols and swim in more compact
order, the smallest and weakest being
placed nearest to the shore ; and one
fine old " bull," who probably has
been in trouble ere now, leads the
van, and occasionally rears his head
as if to reconnoitre. There is now no
need to enforce silence, for the whales
are running fast, and every sinew of
the strong fishermen at the oars is
strained to keep pace with them.
Hurrah ! the point is passed — the
white sands of Trows Bay are visible—
and the boats rapidly form a semi-
circle round the shoal.
Now, then, give tongue, and splash
with stone and oar, for the "bull"
begins to see that he has been led
into a natural trap ; he swims no
longer in front of the shoal, but turns
his head toward the boats, and it is
evident that he meditates a rush. If
he makes his purpose good, and his
heart fail him not, farewell to our
hope of oil ; for the whole herd will
follow in his wake, and, tough though
Norway timber be, it cannot resist the
shock of the ocean cavalry. There-
fore shout, splash, howl like demons,
ye sons and daughters of Hialtland !
Chaunt runes, pitch stones, and roar
vociferously like the Berserkars of old,
for the moment of battle has come
when the voice of the champions
should be heard ! And heard it is,
for never from the heart of a sacked
city arose a more discordant cry; and
the "bull," fairly cowed, turns tail,
and runs himself precipitately ashore.
Then what a flurry! what a lash-
ing of tails, and walloping, and snort-
ing, and moaning, as the poor mis-
guided whales recklessly follow their
leader, and attempt to escape from
their enemies at sea by throwing
themselves on the sand! And here
let us close the picture. After vic-
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excitement of the chase, is not the
process of gralloching disgusting ?
Therefore, having seen the whales
stranded, and past the possibility of
escape, let us, if you please, leave the
captors to despatch them at their lei-
sure, and turn to some other field.
Indeed, after such a take as this, the
shore in the neighbourhood of Trows
Bay will be anything but an agree-
able promenade for persons whose
olfactory organs are sensitive. It is
possible that invalids to whom the use
of cod-liver oil has been recommended
by the faculty, might derive benefit
from inhaling the odours which arise
during the subsequent processes of
flinching and boiling; but, as our
lungs are reasonably sound, we beg
to make our bow, and cheerfully sur-
render our share of the profits for the
benefit of the common fund.
Let it not be supposed that scenesr
such as that of which we have at-
tempted to give a sketch, are of ordi-
nary occurrence ; or that, when a
shoal of whales is discovered, the
chances of capture exceed those of
loss. The reverse, indeed, is the
case. Within a fortnight from the
time when we are writing, a consider-
able shoal appeared in the Bay of
Scapa, within two miles of Kirkwall,
the capital of Orkney; but, though
the chase was perseveringly main-
tained so long as there was hope, it
was found impossible to drive them
on shore. In 1852, a shoal, computed
at the enormous number of eleven
hundred, was seen near Scalloway in
Zetland ; but the result, in that case,
was equally unfortunate. Still the
chances are great enough to excite
the cupidity and arouse the enthu-
siasm of the fishermen ; and few
Zetlanders are so stolid and impas-
sible as not to exhibit eloquence, if
you can induce them to describe the
charms, vicissitudes, and dangers of
a whale-hunt.
Some enthusiastic members of Par-
liament meditate, as we are given to
understand, a complete codification
of the laws of England — by which we
presume they mean, the condensation
of all existing and operative statutes
in one Brobdignagian act. We shall
not venture, at the present time, to
offer any opinion as to the feasibility
of that scheme ; but we should much
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rejoice, were it possible, to see the
whole science of sporting expounded
in a fitting Encylopedia. Such as do
exist are worse than useless; but
surely, with so many splendid sport-
ing writers upon various topics as the
present age has produced, something
might be done towards furnishing us
with a creditable code of St Hubert,
applicable to the British Isles. Take,
for example, the subject of deer-stalk-
ing. The Stuarts, Mr Scrope, and
Mr St John respectively have written
books, which have not only com-
manded general applause from the
fascination of their style, but have
been acknowledged by sportsmen of
the highest accomplishments, as noble
works of strategy. Colquhoun's book
— "the Moor and the Loch" — is, in
our opinion, one of the very best
sporting works that ever was com-
piled; inasmuch as it is eminently
practical, while entrancing the reader
with the vitality and power of its
descriptions. Scrope, though good
upon deer, is bad upon salmon — at
least to any real purpose — and, for a
first-rate " kettle of fish," he must
needs succumb to Stoddart. In the
chase, there has been a decided hiatus,
since "Nimrod" was called away;
still, there is ample material, from his
writings and those of others, who may
not have achieved the same degree of
notoriety, for maintaining the honour
of *' the brush." Probably, however,
a long time must elapse before what
we contemplate could be realised ;
and it is not impossible that the re-
alisation might, when attained, be, in
many respects, mere matter of history.
For, in the north, so rapid are the
changes, that each succeeding year
makes a marked difference both on
the sporting grounds and on the
streams. The former are becoming
more circumscribed ; and as cultiva-
tion increases, there is a change in the
character of the fauna. Within our
own recollection, many streams, once
famous for the sport they afforded to
the angler, have become compara-
tively barren, owing, as we think, to the
system of drainage, which renders the
floods more heavy and impetuous than
they were before, and in dry seasons
cuts off the supply of water which was
previously yielded by the mosses. Some
birds and wild animals have become
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very scarce. The haunts of the eagles
have been thinned ; and rarely now,
except in the remotest districts, can
you hear the scream of the king
of birds as he swoops down upon
his quarry. The capercailzie, though
lately restored from Norway, was
extinct for nearly a century ; and
in the south, as we are informed, the
breed of bustards exists no longer.
If a story which was once told to us
by an English sportsman be true,
ignominious was the termination of
that noble race of birds. For many
years the numbers of the bustards
had been declining, and they had dis-
appeared from one locality after an-
other, until it was supposed that only
three were left. These were known
to frequent one of the large downs in
the south of England; and as the
plain was a wide one, and not likely
to be broken up by cultivation, it was
still hoped that the birds might mul-
tiply. But one day there arrived, on
a visit to the lord of the manor, a
London tradesman — we believe a dry-
salter by profession — who happened
to possess that sort of influence over
his host which is often the result of
pecuniary accommodation. Now,
Stigginson, like Mr Winkle, had the
soul of a sportsman, and he yearned
to perform some exploit in the fields
which might entitle him to claim the
admiration of his less fortunate friends
in the city. The only drawback to
his ambition was that, though well
advanced in years, Stigginson had
never handled a gun ; and, in conse-
quence, his notions upon the subject
of projectiles were somewhat hazy
and indefinite. But the drysalter
was a man of courage, and knew full
well that the only way to conquer
difficulties was to face them ; so
when his host offered him some shoot-
ing, he eagerly accepted, and went
forth to the stubbles and potato-fields
to wage war with the partridges.
The birds were numerous, and not
wild; but that day fortune did not
smile upon Stigginson. Blood in-
deed he shed ; but the blood was that
of an unfortunate pointer, who, stand-
ing dead at point, thirty yards off,
received in his rump a charge of No.
5 from the barrel of Stigginson's gun,
which, as he protested to the keeper,
had exploded of its own accord ; and
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the poor brute limped home yowling
to his kennel. Next morning, on
being ordered to proceed to the fields
in charge of the aspiring neophyte,
the keeper sternly refused to budge a
single step, and had the insolence to
state to the squire that, though he
was a keeper, he was also a Christian
man, with a wife and five children
depending upon him for support ; and
he would not stand the extreme risk
of being shot dead upon the spot, or
rendered, like poor Ponto, a cripple
for life, to gratify any Cockney, even
were he an alderman of London. It
was of no use showing the gentleman
where the birds were, for he could
not hit one, were it to sit up stuffed
before him as a mark; and as for
carrying the bag, surely Mr Stiggin-
son's own man was quite competent
for that duty — besides, the exercise
would do him good. As Sykes the
gamekeeper was a valuable servant,
and, moreover, had reason on his side,
the squire was compelled to yield, and
Stigginson and his man went forth
together. Ignorant of the country,
they proceeded right across the cul-
tivated fields, without any notable
result, and at last reached the open
ground. In the futile expectation of
iinding a hare, they walked some dis-
tance over the downs, and at length,
in the heat of the day, lay down in a
gravel-pit to enjoy their luncheon.
Then and there Stigginson began to
bewail his ill-luck, which his servant,
who had once, in the days of his
youth, been employed to shoot crows,
attributed entirely to the over-fine-
ness of his ammunition. " For,"
said he, " if you fires at a feather
pillow with them 'ere little drops,
you'll find they won't go through ;
and it stands to reason that they
won't do no harm to a bird, vich also
is all feathers, or mostly. I knows
what shooting is; and I never see
any real work done with shot as is
less than peas." In consequence of
this remark, which appeared to him
to throw a totally new light upon the
subject, and satisfactorily to account
for the failures of the previous day,
the drysalter, without drawing his
charge, rammed into each barrel a
cartridge intended for shooting wild
fowl at a long range. Not ten minutes
afterwards a whirring of wings was
heard; and there, sure enough, over
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the quarry, with a slow and deliberate
flight, came an enormous bird, which,
to the diseased imagination of the
drysalter, appeared larger than the
roc of the Arabian Tales. " Fire ! "
roared his man ; and Stigginson,
shutting both eyes, fired both barrels,
and rolled over from the recoil. But
he fell not alone; for down, with a
violent thump upon the sward, came
the bird that he had aimed at. It was
a memorable shot, for it took the life
of the last cock-bustard in England !
Foxes, were they not preserved for
the purposes of the chase, would very
soon become extinct in Britain, like
their more ferocious cousins the wolves ;
indeed, the hill-foxes, as well as the
genuine wild-cat, are now very rare.
On the other hand, Alpine or white
hares are fast increasing in some dis-
tricts, and afford excellent sport in
high grass -fields and enclosures.
Somehow or other, seals are not so
plentiful as they once were around
the Scottish coasts, though they are
still to be found in large numbers
about the islands. We do not attri-
bute their diminution so much to the
exertions of regular sportsmen —
though to secure a seal is reckoned
no contemptible feat— as to the deadly
hostility with which they are pursued
by the owners of salmon fisheries, to
whose nets and tackle they do an
infinite deal of damage. The appetite
of the seal for salmon is something
perfectly uncontrollable ; and he is so
far from being a fair fisher, that he
plunders without any scruple. He
will even force his way into the nets
for the purpose of taking out salmon ;
and if he could effect this delicately
and cleanly, there would be compara-
tively little ground for complaint ;
but he rends the net to pieces with
his strong, sharp claws, and facilitates
the escape of many more fish than he
actually carries away. Therefore he
is looked upon as an enemy entitled
to no law or quarter, and is shot
down and knocked upon the head
without mercy ; even poison has been
resorted to as an effectual means of
destruction. For our own part, as
we do riot happen to have any pecu-
niary interest in salmon fisheries, we
are rather partial to seals than other-
wise; and we have often derived much
amusement from watching a herd of
them lying on the skerries. They
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475
must have many fine points in their
character, for they manage to conci-
liate, in a wonderful degree, the affec-
tions of the gulls and terns, who offi-
ciate for them as sentinels, and seem
really intent on giving them special
warning of the approach of danger.
These keep circling round the seals,
screaming with all their might, as if
to inform them that an enemy in a
shooting-jacket is creeping up towards
them behind the rocks; and seldom
do the phoca? neglect the intimation.
They wallop with a loud splash into
the sea, their round bullet-heads not
appearing again on the surface until
they are safe from the reach of shot ;
while the gulls, having successfully
executed their mission, keep sailing
above your head, taunting you with a
kind of hoarse, derisive laugh, and
most certainly enjoying the spectacle
of your disappointment.
Very interesting also is the solici-
tude with which these animals watch
their young — an instinct which seems
to be strongly developed in all marine
creatures. The mother seal, when her
young are killed, will not quit the
place ; and then the gunner, if hard
of heart, may easily make her his
prey. Sometimes young seals, from
curiosity, will follow boats, and ap-
proach so near that it is possible to
strike them with an oar. On such
occasions, the mother, if near at hand,
rises to the rescue, and carries off the
unconscious offender, very much in the
same way that an excited parent of
the human race dashes into the street,
to pick up her dirty darling who will
persist in crossing before cart or coach.
Various are the modes resorted to
for entrapping and destroying seals ;
but by far the most original plan that
we have heard of, sprang from the
fertile brain of Rory M'Nab, a fisher-
man, and occasional poacher, whose
habitation stood upon the banks of
the Oikel. We give the tale as it was
told to us, without pretending to
vouch for its authenticity. Rory was
one of the race which has been thus
characterised by a Highland min-
strel—
" Of all the Highland clans,
M'Nab is most ferocious,
Except the Macintyres,
M'Craws and Mackintoshes ; "
but, after all, though hot in temper,
VOL. LXXVIII.-— NO. CCCCLXXX.
he was no desperado, and was a very
pleasant companion in a small still.
Rory's circumstances were not sup-
posed to be remarkably flourishing ;
but all at once he came out strong in
the article of peltry, offering for sale
as many sealskins as would have
served to furnish winter-clothing for
a company in the Crimea ; and a re-
venue-officer who had occasion to
search his house for the products of
illicit distillation, was perfectly petri-
fied to find that his barrels were
overflowing with oil. Nobody ia
the district could say that he had
seen Rory out shooting seals; but
however he might come by them, the
fact remained that he secured a far
greater number than any six men in.
the district put together ; and great
was the marvel and curiosity as to
his secret. Some opined that " the
Queen of Phairie," had communicated
to him a charm, by means of which
he could tempt the creatures to follow
him far away from shore, into a se-
questered place, where they might be
despatched at leisure. Others of less
superstitious tendencies, who knew
that Rory M'Nab was a capital per-
former upon the bagpipes, opined that
he took advantage of the notorious
fondness of seals for music, and be-
guiled them to their ruin, like the
mysterious musician of Nuremberg,
who first enticed the rats and then the
children belonging to that city. But
though speculation was rife, nothing
could be known to a certainty; for
Rory, with admirable discretion, pre-
served his own secret, and could not
be brought to blab, even under the
influence of usquebaugh.
The river Oikel expands into the
estuary called the Firth of Dornoch,
and a very valuable salmon-fishing is
carried on there ; consequently it is a
favourite haunt of seals, who may be
seen in considerable numbers upon the
mud banks left by the receding tide.
One evening towards dusk, some fisher-
men were returning in their boat from
a station near Bonar Bridge, exceed-
ingly incensed at the injury which they
had just discovered to have been in-
flicted upon their nets by the seals.
" The tefil is shoorely in the baistes!"
said one of them, Angus M'Bane by
name. " I will tell you what it is, you
might have putten a stot through the
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hole that was in my nets ; and it is not
my believement that it was done by
any ordinary sealgh. Pesides, and what
is more, I have seen my own self
something going about that is not
canny; and you yourself, Lachlan
M'Tavish, were witness to things
whereof you can testify."
" And that shoorely I will do," re-
plied the party thus appealed to; " for
no later than yesterday was two days,
I saw down there something that was
not a sealgh, though it was fery hairy;
and what do you think it was doing?
May I never taste Glenlivet more, if
the creature was not smoking a pipe !"
" And I will tell you merely," said
another, " I would rather take than
receive a plow from the baiste that
has been leaving its marks on the
mud for this last two weeks ; for I
looked at them as I went by, and saw
the print of toe-nails as clearly as I
see this tobacco. But yonder are the
sealghs— filthy prutes ! "
And undoubtedly there lay, upon a
mudbank opposite, a large herd of
these animals, apparently not at all
inclined to move. Among them were
some of great size, especially one,
which, in the uncertain light of a
September evening, looked positively
enormous in bulk. It seemed of an
amorous disposition, for it was sidling
towards a group of females.
" I will make them get out of that,
in a fery small expenditure of time !"
said Angus M'Bane; and he lifted up
his voice, and shouted, as did his
comrades. Down rushed the seals
precipitately to the water, as is the
wont of those animals — all, save the
monster who, to the consternation and
terror of the fishermen, reared him-
self bolt upright upon his tail, shook
his clenched flipper at the boat, and
spoke thus with a human voice : —
" A plack fushing and a pad
harfest to you ; and ill luck upon
your head, and on your fireside, and
to all your undertakings, and fe-
male relations, you Angus M'Bane,
son of Dugald M'Bane, blacksmith,
at the Meikle Ferry ! And the same
to you, Lachlan M'Tavish, who do
not know who your own father
was, though your mother was Elspat
M'Farlane, in Tomantoul ! And the
like to the rest of you down there,
whom I shall descry as soon as I can
perceive you ! I'll tell you what it is —
I will not submit to be molusted by
such insucts ; and if I should catch
you again disturbing the panks, tefil
take me if I do not give you some
shots from a gun, which will be no-
ways comfortable for your bodies ! "
But ere the seal apparent had de-
livered himself of half of this defiance,
Angus M'Bane and his comrades were
a long way down the firth, making
the boat spin through the water in the
sheer ecstasy of their panic.
But after this encounter, notwith-
standing the asseverations of the fisher-
men, who declared themselves ready
to testify before the kirk-session that
a seal had spoken to them (a marvel,
after all, not much greater than Livy's
stock omen, " bos locutus e*£"), Rory's
secret oozed out ; in fact the story was
so good, that he could not keep it to
himself, but disclosed it under a so-
lemn oath of secresy to Evan M'Kay,
who, in like manner, communicated it
toDonaldGunn. In consequence, not a
week elapsed beforeevery man, woman,
and child in the district knew Rory
M'Nab's method of dealing with the
seals. It was ingenious in conception,
and was very cleverly carried into
practice. Disguised as a seal, in a
cunning garment of skins, Rory used,
when the tide began to ebb, to lay
himself down upon a sand-bank, and
imitate the grotesque motions of the
creature. Unsuspicious of danger,
the seals scrambled up to their usual
place of resort ; and then Rory, taking
care to avail himself of the wind, for
the scenting power of these animals is
nearly as acute as that of deer, crawl-
ed towards them, and stunned the
nearest by a blow over the nose with
a short bludgeon which he carried.
In this way he was able to secure five
or six seals for each tide ; and, mira-
culous as it may appear, he was only
once fired at by a sportsman. On
that occasion Rory displayed great pre-
sence of mind ; for the bullet struck
within an inch or so of his whiskers.
Most men, under such circumstances,
would have made an attempt to dis-
close themselves; but Rory, not know-
ing, as he afterwards said, " but that
the carle might have another parrel,"
thought it most prudent to preserve
his phocean character, took the water
along with the herd, and reached the
shore without discovery.
Such were the adventures of Rory
1855.] Books for
M'Nab with the seals; and if any
man doubts the veracity of the narra-
tive, or the possibility of so beguiling
them, let him purchase a sealskin and
try. People have no right to be in-
credulous until they have convinced
themselves, by personal experiment,
of the impossibility of the thingstated ;
and so far as we are concerned, we
should think ourselves guilty of an
act of unpardonable impertinence, were
we to express a doubt regarding the
accuracy of any anecdote which a
sportsman may be pleased to cammu-
nicate. Indeed it is not safe to indulge
in doubts, lest these should degener-
ate into positive scepticism ; and the
best method to deal with a sportsman
who is recounting his own feats, is to
take your tumbler quietly till his is ex-
hausted, and then trump him if you
can.
But we are running short of paper,
and the advance of time admonishes
us to draw to a close. Yet another
day, and the cottage which has been
our headquarters for so many weeks
will be deserted, and not again, this
year at least, shall we, descending
from the hill, see the blue smoke curl-
ing upwards in the hush of a summer's
eve. Soon — very soon, must the
flowers in the little garden be beaten
down and withered in the rain, and
the bonny bower be broken. No mare,
at early morning, shall we hear the
crowing of the gorcock among the
heather, or watch the herons winging
their lazy flight to the promontory
where they delight to dwell. Ever
with the waning year is there a tinge
of melancholy and regret ; for the sea-
sons glide away like shadows, and
with them we hurry to our end.
Short but sweet is the northern
summer ; and after its delights have
drawn to a close, sportsmen as well
as birds begin to migrate, and turn
their faces towards the south. The
days have become perceptibly shorter,
and almost every night there is a glare
of aurora in the sky. The winds be-
gin to pipe shrilly, and the seas to
awaken from their summer calm ; and
gladsome of an evening is the flicker-
ing of the fire upon the hearth. Men
are not yet prepared to settle down
deliberately for the winter city life ;
but they are withdrawing themselves
from the remote districts, and are be-
ginning, like swallows or plovers, to
the Holidays. 477
congregate." All over the Highlands,
now once more gladdened by the pre-
sence of the Queen, there are gather-
ings and games; and loud and cla-
morous has been the strife of rival
pipers at Inverness. Birmingham has
had its musical festival, whereat Costa
has won fresh laurels ; and hospitable
Glasgow has spread the board for up-
wards of a thousand philosophers. The
heather is well-nigh deserted for the
stubbles ; and soon among the yellow-
ing woods and coppices the whirring
of the gorgeous pheasant will be fol-
lowed by the deadly report.
And hark ! over laud and sea ring
the thrilling news of victory. Sebas-
topol, that grim fortress of the Euxine,
before whose bastions so many heroes
have fought and died, has at length
fallen, as a giant falls, after a des-
perate and sanguinary struggle ; and
the flags of Britain and France wave
together in glory and amity above
its ruins. Confounded, conscience-
stricken, and dumb, stand the hypo-
critical cravens, who, in the very hour
when it was most needful that the
country should put forth its strength,
and that its great heart should beac
with energy and power, attempted to
quench the enthusiasm of the nation
by lying prophecies of disaster, and
whining homilies upon peace. Who
is there within the compass of the
land that does not feel and know that
no lasting or honourable peace could
be effected until Russia had been made
to feel the arm of retributive justice —
until the mortifying conviction had
been forced upon the Czar that, with
all his armies and allies, it was utter-
ly beyond his power to coerce or cope
with the free States of Western Europe ?
This is not a quarrel to be patched up
by mere dexterous negotiation, by
seeming concessions which mean, and
are intended to mean, nothing, by
counterpoises and other preposterous
projects emanating from the silly brain
of a Russell. As an aggressor and
undisguised robber, Russia took the
field; nor will she quit her scent of
her intended prey until she has been
driven, howling and crippled, to her
den. Then let the bells ring, and the
cannon thunder, and the bonfires be
lighted on the hills ; for the great for-
tress of Russia has fallen ; and wall,
town, aud ships, are confounded in the
common ruin !
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AN OLD CONTRIBUTOR AT THE SEA- SIDE.
To the Editor of BlacJcwood's Magazine.
MONT _
SIR,
September 1855.
WHERE AM I ?
AHA 1 Here I am ! I could crow
like Chanticleer 1 And so would you,
were you in my position at this
moment : snugly nestled in a small
chateau perched on a breezy summit,
embosomed among trees and grace-
fully-disposed shrubberies, largely in-
termingled with the chastely-drooping
fuchsia — all waving in obedience to a
gentle wind, so as to afford me fitful
glimpses of the glittering blue ocean,
as I sit ensconced in my little library
• — one window opening on a terrace
sloping down with undulating rich
greensward towards the ridge of an
eminence, bordered with poplars,
which seem to stand as sentries round
my charming solitude, but only as
against any intruder adventurous
enough to scale heights somewhat of
the steepest; the other window afford-
ing me an ever -refreshing vista of
laurels and laurustines, disposed, ah !
how picturesquely ! Here, again, the
fuchsia in blushing dalliance with the
breeze, and roses glistening in autum-
nal pensiveness and beauty! Aha!
'tis not very early morning, and the
dew lies still glistening on the foliage
and greensward, but soon to exhale
under the beams of the glorious sun,
intermingling in mellow harmony with
the cloudless azure — morning, still
morning ! in all her fresh loveliness ;
her tresses all uncurled ; her smile,
shedding serene cheerfulness, soothing
the sense into sympathy with nature's
beauty, and then hallowing the soul
into wrapt contemplation of nature's
God ! I do but change my position afe
my desk, and through an opening ia
the foliage my eye rests on a grand
ruin at scarce three hundred yards'
distance — once a castle famed in his-
tory. How dignified in its age stands
it now; the slanting sunlight caus-
ing the ivy, tenderly o'ermantling the
ruder ravages of Time, to glow like a
tissue of emeralds : aye, it stands
enthroned grandly on a rocky pro-
montory, at the base of which surges
ever the profound blue ocean, on
which have thence looked the wistful
eye of royal and noble captive — the
beautiful, the brave — envying the sea-
gulls, then, as at this moment, wheel-
ing gaily and freely around turret and
dungeon-keep. — Hark ! a sound ! a
gentle bleat ! It is the kid that I saw
last night, a white tuft in the moon-
light, resting on the lofty ledge of the
cliff, from which one might fear it
would fall some fine day, but that
it evidently feels its footing firm I
Another sound! — a faint click-click,
as with a hammer. I know what
it is, and exactly whence it comes,
though I can see nothing here. It
is a fisherman mending his boat,
far down on the beach ; and why
should I not throw myself for a
moment upon yon green sofa, from
which I can see nothing but the illi-
mitable ocean, and dream a while of
Robinson Crusoe, hard at work on
his canoe ?
WHAT I GOT OUT OF, TO GET INTO ALL THIS.
Out of a quandary : I leaped, by a
bold bound, out of a very Slough of
Despond. I was sick of London, and
yet knew not whither to go for the
autumn. But this is too serious a
business to be slurred over. What is
meant by being sick of London?
The very Babylon of Babylon for
magnitude and moral grandeur : the
radiating centre of Intellect, Civil-
isation, Virtue, Power, — and at-
tracting to itself the attention and
1855.] An Old Contributor at tlie Sea-Side. 479
Anxieties of the whole earth ! What, and luxuriate night after night in
then, do you mean, I may be asked,
•i
good sir, by being sick of such
stupendous scene of action ? Do you
presume to use such language out
of a mere silly would-be sympathy
with others? Without maudlin or
affectation, tell us, like a man, what
you are sick of. Do you mean merely
that you are tired for a while of dissi-
pation ? Or — let ine faintly whisper so
hateful a word — of dun-dodging ? Are
you heart-sickened amid the scene of
ambitious hopes blighted? If those
hopes were well founded, you are en-
titled to sympathy ; if ill founded, to a
pity which, it is feared, you will feel in-
tolerable. Are you well or ill ? Have
you had a hard year's work, whether
sufficiently or insufficiently paid for it?
But what are you ? A parson, a law-
yer, a literary man, a politician, or a
doctor ? But if the last — only fancy
Jiim daring to sneak out of town, be-
yond, at least, immediate contiguity
to the telegraph, and half-an-hour's
return to hospital an* bed-side? O,
doleful must be a doctor's holiday, if
for this only — that he leaves so many
voracious and sedulous rivals behind
him, eager to snap at the chance
afforded by his absence ! As for the
leather-tongued and blear-eyed law-
yer, one does not care what becomes
of him : he will probably oscillate be-
tween Margate, Ramsgate, Clerken-
well, and the Old Bailey, or seek the
picturesque and romantic solitude of
Herne Bay, whither tape- tied packages
may reach him regularly. The London
parson one wishes a comfortable month
in the country, and hopes he has culti-
vated the acquaintance of some coun-
try brother with a pretty vicarage or
rectory, and who wishes to come up
to see London even in the autumn.
The literary man one wishes heartily
well to, for, generally speaking, no
one works harder, and for more pre-
carious pay, in London, teaching and
pleasing us ; but, by thinking for us,
he unconsciously lulls us into a sort
of indolence that may ultimately sub-
side into mental paralysis. The poli-
tician ! — I mean the member of Par-
liament, Peer or Commoner, not in
office (as for those who are, confound
them ! let them, as they are paid for
it, and have intrigued for it, be kept
with their noses to the grindstone,
dreams of red-tape convolutions,
imagining it statesmanship !) they —
peer and commoner out of office — may
go to their castles and seats to enjoy
themselves as best they may. But
there are poor Peers, and exceedingly
common Commoners! — what is to
become of them, if no one will invite
them into the country? As for me,
to which of these classes I belong
is a point of mighty little conse-
quence to any one except myself;
but I may, if it pleases any one, be
imagined one of these aforesaid ex-
ceedingly common Commoners; and
yet who, he conceives, possesses pre-
tensions to be considered a very
uncommon Commoner. For he did
not go into the House of Commons
as an adventurer ; he made no inordi-
nate professions to his constituents ;
never asked a favour for himself, or
a constituent, of any minister ; never
failed to attend a committee to which
he was appointed, and discharge his
duties to the best of his abilities ;
never neglected to read as much
of the most lumbering, ill-digested
blue-book as he had time for ; never
gave a vote on a question he had not
attempted really to understand ; never
paired off for mere pleasure, or avoid-
ed a vote which he feared might be
unpopular. But such an one, though
not aspiring to be a model member,
may be entitled to your sympathy in
respect of leisure and domestic com-
forts sacrificed for the public good.
Oh those misty, chilly, half-and-half
nights and mornings on which he
has crawled shivering homeward, his
wearied ears ringing with u Hear,
hear ! — oh, oh ! — order, order ! — the
noble lord — the right honourable
baronet, or gentleman — the honour-
able member," — all the cant terms
and war-cries of party! Oh the
misery, far beyond all this, of having
mastered a subject, and got up to
perfection a speech that must tell on
the country, and with which you
have, so to speak, sate enceinte during
the whole session— never being able
to get an opportunity when you were
in the humour, and the wicked
whipper-in, suspecting your intention,
passes you with a semi- wink, and his
tongue thrust into his cheek !— which
signifies, that the arrival of the Greek
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Kalends will be exactly the happy
moment for your speech. Methinks
I see him at this moment, with his
oily leer! The rogue knows that I
cannot be angry with him, and am
as much tickled with his impudence
as he with my discomfiture. But
what is to be done? So this would
really constitute a quandary such as
I have spoken of, and surely a thing
to be got out of as soon as possible.
And at length came the end of the
session — the very last day ; as it ap-
proached, gilding brighter and brighter
the visages of the veriest hacks about
the House — official and non-official,
place-holders and place-hunters — in
fact, parliamentary vermin of all
sorts, glistening for a moment into
popularly-visible existence, as they
wriggle into obscurity, to crawl out
at the commencement of the next
session ! But this year the sunshine
of the Queen's presence was want-
ing ; her silvery voice did not dismiss
my lords and gentlemen into privacy
as heretofore; so the effete and
drowsy Legislature, exhibiting almost
the features of a collapse, sunk into
slumber ingloriously. The Chancellor
and Speaker gave, each of them,
delighted, a puff of relief as their
attendants respectively received the
awe-inspiring wig. u Good -by,"
said each, as he gazed at it, " till
February, or"— adding, with a sym-
pathetic spasm, quod Deus avertat —
"November!" It would have done
your heart good to be present at the
improvised tete-a-tete of those two
exalted functionaries that day at the
Crown and Sceptre, where each, in
his inexperienced simplicity, fancied
the gigantic white-bait to be in full
season, and gave orders to the
admiring waiters for some to be
potted 1
u From the sublime to the ridicu-
lous!" — but the proverb is somewhat
musty; yet from hilarious Chan-
cellor and Speaker what can I do
but, by a facilis descensus, with all
its consequences, come to MYSELF?
I have not the least doubt that they
had made charming arrangements for
the recess ; but as for myself— just
listen for a moment : 'Twas the mid-
dle of the day, in the middle of the
month of August, and London was
frying under the heat canicular.
There was not a drop of moisture in
the gutters — and the man with the
watering-cart found that our street,
none of the longest, nevertheless
occupied his thoughtful attention all
day long — seeing that the spot which
he had left watered four minutes
before was again heated to a whiteheat,
and cried, " Give ! give ! " So he took
off his cap, wiped his head, and be-
took himself again to the pump. The
modicum of meat brought by a languid
butcher's boy to the area-gate of the
west door, to keep life in the old
creature that kept the house in the
absence of its owners, looked flaccid,
and, as it were, warm ; and by-and-
by a handful of greens, brought by
another, looked withered as though
it had lain in a hot green-grocer's
window for a week. The policeman
would stop opposite every house,
take off his iron-bound hat, and wipe
his oppressed forehead. The dogs
walked leisurely past, with elongated
tongue hanging out, and panting with
the heat visibly radiating from the
pavement. Doubtless it was the same
irresistible absorbing agent that lick-
ed the froth off the contents of the
vessels carried by the leisurely pot-
boys about dinner-time, and left an
interval of an inch from the top of
every quart, pint, and half-pint ! If
a cab passed, it was laden with lug-
gage, and always going in the direction
of one of the two railroads with which
our blessed neighbourhood was fa-
voured. The five houses opposite —
numbers 15 to 19, both inclusive —
eloquently indicated the absence of
their occupiers in various ways : the
blinds of the upper windows drawn
down, and nice little tea and supper
parties held in the area-regions at the
expense of the unconsciously hospit-
able and absent occupiers. AtNo. 14,
next door to us, on the right side,
they were laying in an enormous
stock of coals, because a paragraph in
the day before's paper said, u Now is
the time for doing so." Next day
the provided occupants left town ;
and the morning after that, No.
13 had three cabs before it, and
the like thing was done, my wife and
twoof the children looking on through
our windows in highly -significant
silence, and T making similar use of
the other. The pale face of madame
1855.]
spoke volumes, and my fingers grop-
ing into my breeches' pocket with a
curious and only moderately satisfac-
tory air. It had been an indifferent
good year, had that — that is, this —
with one or two of my friends, -who
had become Eight Honourables, and
entitled to grin at Fortune every
quarter-day for some time to come ;
but with me it was quite another
way, and Fortune, I grieve to say,
whenever she cast her eye on me,
grinned at me ! I heaved a deep sigh,
and tried to whistle her off, when I
heard a heavy knock at the door ; and
looking towards it, there stood a fat,
hard-faced, white-haired man, with a
thin red book under his arm, and an
ink-bottle hanging from his waistcoat
button-hole. It was that attentive
person, Mr Gripe, the tax-gatherer,
who had called to pay his compli-
ments to me on behalf of the Govern-
ment ; and when I had paid him
some eleven pounds thirteen shillings
and ninepence, favoured me with a
long document, to wit, an income-
tax paper, w7hich I was to fill up
within twenty -one days under a
penalty of fifty pounds — to enable my
delightful fat friend to pay his respects
to me again at his earliest conve-
nience. When he left, I played the
devil's tattoo for a minute or two
with considerable emphasis, and then
set myself to consider by what singu-
lar provision of nature tax-gatherers
were always such ugly, hard-featured
men, with a twinkle of calm insolence
in the eye ! Scarcely a quarter of an
hour afterwards, a bold rat-tat-tat-
tat recalled me from a reverie, and
— would you believe it ? but Gripe
had met his friend Grab, the poor's-
rate collector (the wretches keep
shops opposite each other), and told
him that I was still in town, and that
now ! was his time. The friend came
in calmly, and sate down to write me
a receipt for a rate considerably
higher than that of the preceding
quarter. I ventured, with forced com-
posure, to ask the reason ? " Provi-
sions is raised," he said, in a heartless
way, blotting the receipt, which he
gave me with a certain hateful mat-
ter-of-fact air, and left the room with
a whole skin, nay, positively un-
touched, though I found he did not
deserve it. A shower-bath would
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have had a delightful and salutary
effect upon my heated body and soul
at that moment (for each stimulated
the other). Matters were getting to
a high pitch ; for I suddenly set my
teeth together, and, with a sort of
spasm, hoped that everybody else
whom I owed anything on any pre-
tence whatever would take it into his
head to follow in the wake of Messrs
Gripe and Grab, and suck me dry at
once ! Now, be it observed, that in
giving you this little tit-bit of frank
autobiography, I do not desire it to be
understood that I kick at rendering
to Ca3sar the things which are his;
I wish to starve neither the poor nor
the war ; but what I want, with a
little suppressed fury, to know is,
what put it into the heads of this
brace of ill-omened birds of prey to
pounce upon me, at that particular
moment? and to look so hatefully
matter-of-fact about the business ? I
threw myself into my easy-chair, and,
in the irritation of the moment, pitch-
ed down two deeply-interesting blue-
books, with an enthralling array of
figures Philosophy at
length came to my assistance; and
some cheerful little sprite soothed me
into a brown study, pointing my
thoughts steadily the while towards
the sea-side, as the appropriate re-
medy for over- taxed faculties and de-
pressed spirits, as far as I was con-
cerned, and for the pale cheeks of a
confiding and submissive wife and
children.
Yes, with the utmost respect to
Madame London, I determined to
take French leave of her and be off —
for a while. Should it be to Brighton?
Not a bit of it. "Tis a crowded and
conceited place, not to my taste —
merely fourth -rate London gone out
of town : the act of going, simply
as it were the being crammed into a
mortar and shot out at Brighton, and
vice versa. I shall not say what I think
of Margate, Ramsgate, and certain
other '" watering-places," except that
those who go thither, and are of my
sort, have my true sympathy. But
as for myself, I'll none on't. I'll strike
a blow in a new hemisphere. I'll go
clean out of England with all my
family bodily! I had long fixed my
eye on a particular locality, of which I
had heard alluring accounts from a
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trustworthy friend ; and having long
since found that decision is the great
engine for working out differences
between man and man, I said — Fiat!
took my hat and stick ; and saying
simply that I should return to dinner
at half-past six, sallied forth, not to
commit suicide, in order to be re-
venged, at my own and family's ex-
pense, on Messrs Gripe and Grab,
but to present myself at my banker's,
and see how matters stood there.
Passably well; the thing I found
could be done, provided my expendi-
ture did not prove heavy. After this
I made such good use of my time,
that, when I returned to dinner, I
was able to issue marching orders!
the proximate effect thereof being
some skipping and dancing over-
head, and a merry air dashed off
on the piano at an astounding
rate. Our forces consisted of seven
souls — eight, if I may venture to in-
clude a lively little gentleman from
the Isle of Skye, who looked as if he
felt it out of the question that he was
to be left behind, to luxuriate on
board-wages. We were to start, D.V.,
on the fourth ensuing morning, at
6.45, for the good steam-ship ,
then lying near the Tower, and by
which we hoped to reach our destina-
tion, wind and weather permitting,
after a delightful two days' sail.
Whither, you may ask, were we bent ?
I decline to tell you, for several rea-
sons, some of which may appear by-
and-by, in the course of this letter;
but I had boldly determined to go be-
yond Cockney-ken — the reach of rail
or telegraph, or the entertaining and
useful hand-books of Mr Murray, and
even out of the magic circle of news-
paper intelligence, content to be for a
while several days behind the age in
that particular ; for, as far as I could
make out, I should have to trust to
tidings from the great world once or
twice a-week ! But even this became
of itself somewhat exciting ; for who
could tell, in the present grand and
fitful march of events, what a day or
an hour might have brought forth?
Sebastopol might have been basking
for a fortnight under the three-fold
flags of its chivalrous conquerors; the
Emperor Alexander dethroned ; or the
long-dreaded explosion might have
occurred in Italy, kindling an Euro-
pean conflagration not to be extin-
guished during the present generation.
Or matters might have gone awfully
wrong with us and our allies in the
Crimea, and Austria and Prussia have
then dared to draw their swords on
behalf of Russia !
Of all the preparations for this ex-
pedition, I allotted to myself but two
— arranging for the transmission of
letters and newspapers during our ab-
sence; and completing the transfer,
from my bankers to myself, of a cer-
tain number of spick-and-span new
sovereigns, at their recommendation,
and which they obligingly enclosed
for me in a small canvass bag, which,
with a half sigh, I perceived could
have held twice as many more of the
glittering effigies of our gracious Queen
as I was taking with me !
There being, in the opinion of cer-
tain of my senatorial friends, nothing
like statistics in season and out of
season, it occurs to me to view our
meditated departure from town some-
what thus. Based on the census of
1851, the present population of our
modern Babylon may stand at the
figure of 2,663,378, which being re-
duced by the number of those who
have gone out of town for the autumn,
looks like . . . 2,343,378
This being subjected to de-
duction for ourselves, . 7
there remain, . 2,343,371
to represent so many as two million,
three hundred and forty-three thou-
sand, three hundred and seventy-one
nobodies left in town — seeing " every-
body" is gone out of town I How all
these Nobodies are to get on in our
absence, I must leave themselves to
discover against our return; but, to
do them barely justice, I must advert
to the singular and creditable circum-
stance that, to look after all these
Nobodies, we leave only one Jack
Ketch — unless he be, by the way,
himself gone out of town on a non-
professional tour; for surely Jack's
spirits must require recruiting equally
with those of any of his professional
brethren of the law. Not that it is
the gloomy nature, as some might sen-
sitively consider it, of his calling, that
oppresses him; but that the Legisla-
ture has so seriously interfered with
th.e extent of his practice as may some
day tempt him to keep his hand in,
by trying it upon himself.
1855.]
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HOW I GOT OUT OF ALL THIS.
Why, by putting our five selves,
two servants, our lively Skye friend,
and no end of luggage, into and upon
divers cabs, which startled the sere-
nity of the morning, at 6 A.M., on the
26th August 1855. At length we rolled
off, and had any one else been left in
London to see it, our appearance might
have been as wistfully regarded by
such as we passed, as we had regarded
similar objects.
What a contrast did the silent city
present — Holborn, Cheapside, Thames
Street — that early Sunday morning —
to its state on week days ! At length
we reached the stairs, and found the
little steamer lying in mid- stream, it
being dead-low water; which afforded
a fitting opportunity, of which they
availed themselves, to the porters to
fleece us, while carrying our luggage
from cabs to boat ; and boatmen, for
rowing us a few yards to the steamer.
But we at length got afloat, and so
actually commenced our adventurous
voyage of forty hours at least. 'Twas
a plain little boat, whose professed
character was slow and sure, carrying
goods as well as passengers, and of
the latter at least three times as many
as could be accommodated with berths.
We, however, had been so question-
ably fortunate as to secure the right
of suffocation in separate night-births
had we pleased to exercise it. The
majority of those who might survive
the process, I soon found had not our
destination, but would be disposed of
many hours before we should land on
our terra incognita.
The day was bright and beautiful ;
and as we .slowly sailed out of the
narrow and crowded into the rapidly
widening river, our spirits became
buoyant. It was quite exhilarating
to see the Gravesend, South End,
Margate, and Ramsgate boats, crowd-
ed with cheerful faces, in quest of a
day's fresh air and relaxation ; but a
little mortifying to see every one of
them leave us behind ; and that being
so, what justification was there of the
fat citizen, with a glistering new tra-
velling-cap on, and a jolly face, to
put, as he passed us close, his left
thumb to his nose, and his right thumb
to the extended little finger of his left
hand, and then give the former a gy-
ratory movement ? Was not this add-
ing insult to injury ? As his dignified
figure grew dim in the distance, so
also died away the rich echoes of fiddle
and clarionet, to the tune of " The
girl I left behind me ;" which doubt-
less, to his mind, had suggested the
pleasing paraphrase, " The boat I left
behind me." What, again, did the
charming fair one in the next boat
mean, while busied in engulfing de-
ceased shrimps in fizzing ginger-beer,
in flinging towards us the undevonred
remains of the aforesaid shrimps?
And was it absolutely necessary to
the day's enjoyment of the young gen-
tleman in the boat following, whose
admiring parents had permitted him
to wear a blue cap with a gold band,
to ask me, in shrill tones, if " my mo-
ther knew I was out ? " Long fami-
liarity, however, with parliamentary
sarcasms, had contributed to indurate
my sometime sensitive idiosyncrasy ;
till I reflected, with a sort of sudden
sting, that he might have meant, by
my mother, my country ; and that
u out" meant out of office, to that
mother's great concern. The sea-
breezes soon puffed away the smoke
which hung about the organs of my
offended sensibility, and also ope-
rated sensibly on the drooping ener-
gies of my inner man. What a sort
of secret fascination there is, by the
way, about a glass of soda-water and
brandy — at sea ! Down I went, and
got it ; the steward telling me, as I
gave him my shilling, that at the place
I was going to I could get no soda-
water, but brandy for asking; and
then he inquired if "my party" in-
tended dining ? This sent me back to
the deck to inquire ; but by this time
we were not fifty miles off Ramsgate :
and a certain luxurious rolling, fan-
cifully varied by sudden jerks and
throbs, seemed strangely to disincline
them to whom I spoke to any mention
of dinner. Over feminine features
was creeping a visible expression of
white-faced Resignation setting out
on a voyage to Cape Despair; the
aforesaid resignation being liable, to
a keen eye, to little puffs of disgust
and misery. Nevertheless, closed eyes,
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perfect quietude, and an undoubted
diminution of Neptune's heavy antics,
soon began to mend matters ; and
such proceedings were thereupon had
(taliter processum est, would say my
brother the lawyer) that all our party,
within half-an-hour's time, might have
been seen seated at the table of the
hospitable captain, before the follow-
ing liquorish array: two-thirds of a
large salmon, corned beef, roast beef,
boiled and roast fowl, potatoes, pease,
French beans. Nothing could be
nicer ! What an appetite the sea air
gave ! "That pale ale is particularly
nice, captain." — u Take another glass,
ma'am ; it's Bass's best ; for our own-
ers are remarkable particular about
providing for our passengers." — " And
these pease, too, are excellent for the
season of the year." . . . But by
this time was becoming more and more
sensible a recurrence of the rolling ;
so that through the cabin-windows
were alternately visible and invisible
the frolicsome green waters, with their
feathery or fleecy chaplets. . . . " Do
you think they have any brandy on
board ? " was faintly whispered in my
ear. A faint smile of mine was en-
countered by a look of unutterable
apprehension and uncertainty. . . .
" O ! that horrible jerk! ... Is
there anything the matter with the
machinery? . . . I should like to
go on deck and see," quoth the fair
but lily-cheeked speaker; and so she
did. .
I AM GETTING ALONG.
Moonlight on the waters ! Thou
orb of beauty ineffable! Thou lesser
light, ruling the night, according to
pristine ordination, and so serenely !
How thy bright mantle trails along
the surface of the undulating deep!
Thou gentle but potent Magnet ! at-
tracting the waters of our planet ; and
at the same time the devout medita-
tion of its inhabitants towards the
Almighty and beneficent Maker of
thyself and them I
'Twas a glorious night, and I spent
it on deck, wrapped up in a huge
cloak, which also served to shelter my
little Skye friend. I do not think he
slept a wink, though I did, occasion-
ally. 'Tis charming to be consciously
retreating into unconsciousness. — The
man is at the wheel ; the captain has
turned in, as it is near midnight, and
the mate has taken to the look-out,
and is enjoying his pipe, in silence.
No one else but myself and Tickler is
on deck. How pleasant is the gug-
gling and splashing sound of the water
against the side of the good little ship!
The night -wind moans plaintively.
The moon seems going to bed, and
drawing dark curtains about her; and
Venus, also, appears to be thinking of
her nightcap. Tickler lies still as a
mouse, his little nose resting on his
fore-paws, and his coal-black bright
eyes fixed on the man at the wheel.
What a time for meditation ! This so-
lemn sense of quietude and freshness
of itself repays the effort I have made
to gain it ! I wonder whether I shall
succeed in obtaining the object of my
wishes when I land ! The captain
says, that if I want wildness,he thinks
I shall be satisfied, from what he has
heard of that part of the coast— but I
shall find it rather lonely. I dare say
our dear little Queen is just now fast
asleep, and dream- dazzled with the
ceaseless splendours of the past week.
. . . . What fearful scenes may
now be enacting at Sebastopol ! And
the one and the other may at this mo-
ment be intermingling — as it were
blood and light alternating in imperial
and royal fancy, not yet steeped in
forgetfulness. Ay — yonder, appa-
rently within a stone's throw, is the
French Sebastopol, barely visible, ex-
cept in stupendous outline and pro-
portion— Cherbourg ! What a scene
occurred hereabout in this month of
August, wanting three years, a century
ago. — What events here may history
have yet to chronicle ! Victoria and
Louis Napoleon — the lips imperial
have kissed the royal cheek — two
mighty nations are in union. — But a
few short months ago preparing, as it
seemed, for mortal encounter — their
ancient rivalry boiling up to blood-
heat — but —
" Now is the winter of their discontent
Made glorious summer . . .
'And all the clouds that lowered upon their
house,
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In the deep bosom of the ocean hurled.
Now are their brows bound with victorious
wreaths,
Their bruised arms hung up for monuments ;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meet-
ings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled
front,
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries — "
And fearful they are, as fearless we !
— Cherbourg! Sebastopol — fire re-
opened — concentric — hideous — the
rumbling of the distant cannonade.
. . . But, sir, I own that what I
fear is, that as soon as the noble lord
has got rid of the House, — has sent it
about its business, and no impertinent
questions can be asked— (hear, hear),
— when the cat's away, — I say, sir,
when the cat's away, the mice — the
mice — (order, order !) — will play — will
play — play — (great confusion, amidst
which the Speaker, who has got red
in the face, rises up, snatches off his
wig, and flings it into the face of Lord
Palmerston, who, taking up a flute,
plays " The British Grenadier;" while
Mr Disraeli and Mr Gladstone dance
hornpipes on their respective sides of
the House, amidst cries of the right
man in the right place — the wrong
man in the wrong place — great cheer-
ing and counter- cheering — the wrong
man in the right — the right man in the
wrong place. Sir Charles Napier and
Sir James Graham fighting behind the
Speaker's chair, and Lord John Rus-
sell can't separate them. Divide ! di-
vide). . . .
" Bow ! wow ! wow ! Bow ! wow !
wow," suddenly exclaimed Tickler,
at the top of his voice, and leaped
clean out of his snuggery under my
cloak: had he been dreaming, too,
and had my dream made me disturb
his?
I AM GETTING NEAR THE END OF THE VOYAGE.
Morn on the waters ! O trans-
cendant, pure, and soul - inspiring
spectacle ! The rising sun, in crimson
glory ! Not a word can I utter, to
desecrate the silence, or disturb the
reverence with which my soul is pros-
trate before the Almighty Maker of
that greater light to rule the day !
Full fifty- one hours have elapsed
(it was now 11 A.M. on Tuesday),
since we left London, having enjoyed
settled sunshine and brisk breezes all
the way ; and another hour will, we
are assured, enable us to land in the
harbour of , not yet in sight.
But we were in close proximity to
what filled me with admiration — the
grandest rocky coast I ever beheld —
one of wild magnificence, and solitary,
with a witness. The first symptom
of life was a striking one: perched on the
peaksof as many rugged rocks, within
apparently a few feet of each other,
were six (two of the largest particu-
larly recalling the images of Gripe and
Grab) cormorants, whom no shouting
could rouse into any sort of motion,
though we passed within three or four
hundred yards of them. The swelling
blue waters were bursting into foam
at the base of the steep rocks. There
was not a glimpse of shore. By-and-
by became visible a goat or two ; —
and then, at the door of a small cabin,
stuck between two great ledges of
rock, as a sort of look - out, stood,
shading her eyes from the sun, a young
woman, eyeing our somewhat sooty
little majesty, as she came hissing
past. A few moments afterwards we
turned a corner of the coast, and then
burst on us a bay more beautiful than
any I had ever seen in England : per-
fectly semicircular, the calm and bright
blue waters leaving only a thin white
line of shore between themselves and
the luxuriant verdure here and there
studded with white cottages, and pic-
turesquely seated enclosures. We
eyed them wistfully, as we left it
behind us, coasting the rocky but
beautiful shore. We might well do
this ; for I must remind you that
we had come — so considerable a
party — all this way, entirely on spe-
culation, as to the discovery of a fit-
ting locality.
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[Oct.
EYPHKA !
Mercy on us ! what a jabber ! Al-
most before we could land, the Philis-
tines viere upon ws, showing that the
English were not the only boatmen
and porters who knew how to deal
advantageously (for themselves) with
passengers and luggage. But at length,
at 1 P.M., we were all safely housed
in probably the best, and certainly,
as it proved, most expensive, hotel,
in the little town. Pretty figures we
looked, — our faces glaring red, and
the skin even beginning to peel off!
Having been refreshed with an excel-
lent breakfast, I at once commenced
my inquiries for a suitable residence ;
and on hearing my requirements, the
quiet man of business whom I con-
sulted, and whose name had been
mentioned to us by a respectable fel-
low-passenger, said that as it happen-
ed, he could exactly suit us ; and en-
gaging a carriage, he accompanied me
on a five miles' drive to the charming
spot where I am now writing. Two
days, however, would be requisite for
getting it into proper trim — which
insured us two days at our hotel, at a
cost of £5, British money. Nor was
this the only little drawback ; for, re-
lying on misinformation before leaving
town, we had come unprovided with
household linen of any sort — and
being unable to hire any, were forced
forthwith to invest divers monies in
the purchase of materials for sheet-
ing, table-linen, napkins, &c., and
have them made at once ! These,
however, were but small difficulties ;
and having overcome them, and or-
dered pretty freely stores of all sorts
from the market town, at 3 P.M., of
Thursday August the 30th, behold us
installed in our little chateau ; but not
before I had been required, in accor-
dance with the law of the country, to
take a formal written lease of the pre-
mises for one month certain, and an
additional fortnight, dependent on
certain contingencies. The rental was
fifty shillings a- week ! with a sum
of £1, to be paid on quitting the
premises, for cleaning the same. Thus
I became a landed proprietor, in a
foreign country, of house and grounds,
— including garden crammed with
heavily-laden pear, plum, greengage,
and other fruit-trees, — coach-house,
and stabling, — as tenant to an absent
proprietaire. We were fortunate
enough to meet with an English cook,
and our establishment was thus com-
plete. For butcher - meat, wine,
groceries, &c., we place our depen-
dence on dealers in the neighbouring
town (at five miles' distance), who
ordinarily make the tour of these re-
gions twice or thrice a-week ; for fish,
especially oysters, and delicious sand-
eels, with which the shore swarms-
bread, butter, and milk, we rely on
the little village beneath us ; and for
fowls, pork, &c., on the neighbouring
farm-houses, to which we are con-
stantly sending foraging expeditions,
which constitute a substantial item of
occupation and excitement to certain
members of my famity. No sooner,
indeed, had I been installed in my
brief lordship, than a very particular
domestic event occurred to me:
Madame presented me a couple of
fowls, who are at this moment eat-
ing their heads off with corn, for
prudential reasons best appreciated
by the astute economists who have
thus early made me, for the first time,
a proprietor of Live Stock. Nay, if
things go on at this rate, I expect, on
sallying some fine day from my library,
to be saluted by the gentle tones of a
pig; for I have caught some faint
ominous hints about that also being
economical, since the little grunter is
to fatten himself cheerfully on "mere
slops and offscourings ! " In short, I
think my friend Stephens' far-famed
Booh of the Farm is exactly the kind
of literature suited to my present exi-
gencies ; and I must send for my copy
from town forthwith. But in serious-
ness, how can a man, loving solitude
and seeking relaxation , be more favour-
ably situated than I am at this mo-
ment ? Resolved to make the most of
the halcyon interval, the last thing I
did, on retiring to rest the first night
(how hard it was to tear oneself from
" the terrace irradiated by the mellow
moonlight !) was to issue an order,
that all were henceforth to rise at six,
and breakfast be ready at seven every
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morning, thus securing a long day,
but which was to close, as far as bed-
time was concerned, at half-past nine,
or at latest ten o'clock. This having
done — u Good-night to you, Mr Gripe !
good-night to you, Mr Grab ! good
night, Mr Speaker ! — and by the way,
P , if any sand-eels are brought
in the morning, have them fried for
breakfast ! Good-night, good people
all 1 " Our chief bedrooms are en suite
with the others ; mine opens on the
terrace ; and throwing it wide open,
I stood gazing at the moonlit foliage,
the greens ward, the calm silver sea, and
the richly fringed and variegated bay
stretching away to the right, and
soothed by the silence, — in fact, I could
have got a chair, and slept sitting
there all niglft !
An over - excited brain kept me
tossed about from one wild dream into
another almost the whole night ; but
the moment after I had left my bed,
and glanced round the lovely scenery
glittering in the dew and morning sun-
beams, all sense of disturbedness left
me. What a contrast to the morn-
ings of every previous day in the year 1
At seven o'clock, precisely, behold
our little party of five, as cheerful as
larks, sitting round the breakfast-
table, on which was spread simple but
inviting fare, of which — I can speak
for myself at least — we partook with a
tranquil satisfaction and deliberation
unknown in town ; where my morning
meal is restricted to a cup of tea, the
newspapers, and my letters ! But
here I the birds were singing merrily
in the little grove on which the win-
dow to my right opened, and on the
other, a few spreading laurustines and
fuchsias, with pinks gaily bedizening
the border of the terrace, served to
afford us picturesque glimpses of
the glittering ocean which was visi-
ble where we sate. The prospect
seemed to afford equal satisfaction to
Tickler, if one might judge from the
attitude of quiet attention with which
he sate in the middle of the large
opened bay-window. Fancy break-
fast entirely over, and all trace of it
gone, before the old clock in the hall
had struck eight ! Shortly afterwards,
my two sons set off to reconnoitre our
position, chiefly with a view to dis-
cover by what means we were to
communicate with the village beneath,
finding it sufficiently precipitous.
There were three modes of access —
but one only, and that very steep,
suitable for ladies : the other two
seemed favourite pathways of the
village dogs, who in considerable num-
bers during the day came by that
route to pay their respects to Mi-
Tickler, of whose arrival, I suppose,
they had heard down below. As for
myself, I was well pleased to see my-
self soon made snug in my study.
I had brought ample writing mate-
rials, for I was heavily in arrears
with correspondence; but I own, I
little thought of writing to you, and
so lengthy an epistle. I had brought
my library with me : there it stands
on the spacious mantel-piece ; and as
you may like to know the selection
made by your quaint correspondent
of literature for the sea-side, here is
the aforesaid library for the whole
family: Shakespeare; Soyer's Cook-
ery ; Butler's Analogy and Sermons ;
Haydn's Dates ; Richardson's Dic-
tionary ; Thucydides ; Christopher
North, vol. i. ; Tacitus ; Blackwood's
Magazine for August and September.
The light literature department com-
prised the Penny Census, and an Al-
manac gratuitously presented to us
by our London stationers, its pub-
lishers, Messrs Parkins and Gotto.
Add to this two or three bibles
and prayer-books, in French and
English, and you have our whole
stock of sea-side books — sacred and
profane — by which the inner man was
" doubly armed !"
The first time that I came to the
place, I saw how it would be : that
the long, smooth, straight avenue
leading from the high white gate,
opening on the high-road down to
the chateau — which, however, you
reached by a slight detour at the last
• — would be appropriated for my pro-
menade at all times of the day. 'Tis
exactly one hundred and seventy of
my ordinary paces, and between two
rows of trees, not quite turned my own
height, and affording a free view of
the green country on one side, and the
sea, with the aforesaid glorious old
castle, on the other. Up and down,
up and down this avenue for me !
early in the morning, or during the
lovely evening — alone, if in meditative
mood, or with one of our little circle,
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if in chattering humour ! By the way,
I shall lay down my pen now and
stirring, and the glorious sun's rays
are tempered by a few fleecy clouds.
play the peripatetic for a quarter of So in a twinkling I step on to the
an hour. I have been writing to you
since breakfast- time, and it is now
nearly ten : there is a brisk breeze
lawn, through the open window- door,
and commence my constitutional!
BATHING, AT
Saturday. — I have had nothing to
do to-day, and done it to perfection.
Yet, on further thought, I am rather
hasty. I have shared the responsi-
bility of ordering dinner; the main
knot of difficulty being, that high
winds had prevented any fish but
oysters making their appearance — and
they for the first time this season —
in the village : should we have them
in their native unadorned state, or
scalloped, or stewed? After much
consideration, and a little difference of
opinion, we chose the last; so an
order was forthwith given to the
fisherman's wife, who had come up to
announce the boat's arrival with her
first cargo, for five dozen. Well, don't
start ! Are we not five in number ?
And don't three of us intend to take a
walk between this and dinner ? Be-
sides, we shall have the beards cut off,
so we bought 'em — splendid oysters,
at 3d. per dozen. The fowls, it was
agreed, should be roasted ; and the
younger folk put in their claim for
stewed pears — (pur own pears ! the
plea was irresistible) — and cream;
and having got this weighty business
over, we felt greatly relieved, knowing
that each had honestly done his best
to contribute to his own enjoyment.
As for myself, I must confess that I
several times thought of the arrival
of five o'clock, relying on the tried
talents of our cook, without any dis-
placency or impatience. About eleven
o'clock A.M., I found that everybody
under my roof had gone everywhere ;
so why should not I go somewhere ?
I had read nothing for three hours,
nor set pen to paper, nor could I do
either that day ; but I had walked for
an hour up and down the avenue, then
lain on the library sofa for half an
hour, then sauntered about the shrub-
bery, sitting down at length on the
bench in the centre of the laurel ar-
bour, my ears soothed by the sound
of the trembling poplar's leaves be-
hind me, and the faint fitful creaking
of the old-fashioned vane just before
me, unsteadily indicating a S.W. ten-
dency of the wind, and suggesting
to me — who was in a mood of utter
listlessness — half-formed fine notions
of the contrast between the arrow in
one direction, and the fickle vane boxing
the compass; symbolling Constancy
and Inconstancy — " true as the dial
to the sun, although it be not shone
upon." Unstable as water, thou shalt
not excel, says Wisdom : how many
men I know who illustrate that say-
ing— C , and M , and Z ,
— then the hum of a bee steals into
my ear ; and — I am on the point of
being
" By whispering winds soon lulled to sleep" —
positively ! Not much past eleven
o'clock, and I am on the eve of dozing
and dreaming ; so I jump up, and re-
solve to go and bathe — ay, really
to bathe ! Not, be it observed, to
go down to the cockney-crowded
sands, with a wretched row of " bathing-
machines," for one of which I am to
wait my turn in the broiling sun,
squatting on red-hot shingle, till the
fat old gentleman has got out, having
taken half an hour to himself ; — then
to be told to " hold hard" — while a
man astride of a huge, raw-boned,
rough-hided hack urges it into a hor-
rid canter, or worse trot, over the
shingle, into water which comes up
to your knee only, and you are told
as he unhooks his horse, that there
are several waiting for the machine,
and he hopes you will not be long.
Now it takes you five minutes to get
into water not so high as your hips :
and having tried patiently to get your
whole body for a moment under wa-
ter, you uncomfortably retrace your
steps, finding yourself Hearing a
motley group of children, and old
ladies and gentlemen picking up shells
close to the machine, into which you
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sneak with mingled shame and fury ;
and just as you are beginning to wipe
your shoulders with a towel which has
done duty that morning to a dozen
predecessors, you are pleasantly pros-
trated by the aforesaid hack suddenly
starting back with you at a rattling
pace towards the shingle. Do you
call this sea-bathing ? I do not : but
slowly rising from my bench in the
laurel arbour, while disappear from
my mind's eye " the fickle pensioners
of Morpheus' train " — I saunter lei-
surely up the avenue ; turn down the
steep road leading me, in five min-
utes' time, to the foot of the old
castle, and then take the narrow road
to the left, and am instantly in
close proximity to the rocky shore.
I pass one or two vine- clad fisher-
men's cottages, every now and then
pausing, — the heathery hill -side on
my left, where one or two goats are
browsing, and the blue boundless wa-
ters on my right are softly swelling
against the huge rugged rocks. I ask
a fisherman's wife where I can bathe?
and she with good-natured volubility
tells me that Monsieur must follow
the road down to a little bay close by,
and that there is beautiful bathing
there now, for the tide just suits ; and
that in answer to inquiries if Madame
or Mademoiselle choose to bathe, they
must do the same, for there is no one
to interrupt them. ... O ! en-
chanting scene ! Here is the bay! Its
two extremities consist of huge rocks
scattered about in rugged and wild
grandeur, but all the interior of fine
white sand, over which the bright
blue waters are advancing gently,
their surface just, as it were, ripple-
ruffled with the fluttering of zephyr's
wing. Around the bay, sheltered by
high rising ground covered with luxu-
riant foliage, may be seen two or
three humble cottages, and the gable-
ends of a structure of far higher preten-
sions, barely visible through the sur-
rounding trees— and now, on glancing
towards the rocks nearest to it, but
furthest from me, I can perceive some-
thing glistening indistinctly : while a
slight blue figure is seen in the water
close beside them ; doubtless a nymph
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were strong enough, one might see her
maid standing by the edge of the wa-
ter, laughing at her young mistress's
efforts to swim !— and presently to
assist her in dressing behind a huge
blue umbrella ! But take care, my
fair one ; has your delicate feet quit
the silver sand to tread those relent-
less rocks! Pursue your gambols un-
disturbed ! dress at a distance that is
sacred. But as for me, I betake my-
self to the huge rocks at my end of
the bay — and grope my way to a hol-
low in the rock, where I am hidden
from mortal eye, with nought to look
on but the deep blue azure beneath,
and the stainless azure above. Which
is the bluer? Meth inks the sea: on
which I cannot perceive the glimpse
of a sail, as there is not a fleecy
trace above. The glorious sun is
pouring its golden flood on sea and
sky from behind me. No sound is
audible but the waters gently insinu-
ating themselves into the crevices and
fissures of the rocky fragments around
me. I sigh involuntarily, from a deep
sense of enjoyment, and sympathy
with the beauty of nature. How it
contrasts with the anxiety and hub-
bub of life ! This is— solitude !
" Hail, sacred Solitude ! from this calm bay
I view the world's tempestuous sea !
And with wise pride despise
All its senseless vanities ! "
— 'Butdo I?
Ah ! what a question ! Folding my
arms, I lean against my rock, and
sink into reflection — concerning my
relations to my Maker, All- Glorious,
Good, and Long-Suffering with His
wayward creatures : concerning the
use I am making of the life ebbing
from me for ever : is one's sensual en-
croaching on one's moral, or that
overcoming one's sensual nature? —
What distinguishes me from the kid,
browsing yonder, but who, having
suddenly caught sight of me, is gaz-
ing down in timid wonder at a Lord
of Creation, in me ? Physically, we
are both marvellously made — we both
eat and drink,— are born, grow, and
die : we both feel pleasure and pain,
and have even some mysterious ap-
proximation towards each other, in
respect of intellectual action ! but as
laving in the crystal wave — if wave
there be. 'Tis one of the fair young to moral nature, you have, methinks,
tenants of yon house " bosomed high no more of it than the rock on which
in tufted trees j " and if one's eyesight I sit, and which— bless us!— is very
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nearly surrounded with the smooth
insinuating waters ! 'I look around,
and soon find a safe exit from my
strait, infinitely easier and sooner than
I should have found my way out of
the mists of metaphysical speculation
into which I had begun to stray. I
emerge from my rocky solitude, — I
return to the beach, and am now its
only tenant, for my sea-nymph is
gone. In a trice I am in the sea !
the water clear as crystal, and almost
smooth as glass. How warm is the
surface of it ! Smooth as velvet are
the sands; and were any stones or
rocks nearer me than the high ledge
on which I have deposited my clothes,
safe from the softly but swiftly ad-
vancing tide, I must but do not see
them through this pellucid medium.
Five or six strides bring me into safe
dipping-depth, and in an instant my
feet slip from me, and I plunge — a
little startled with the coldness of my
first immersion into salt water for a
year. Quickly accustomed to it, how-
ever, I swim— I float— I splash— I
plunge again— being, in fact, so ex-
hilarated as to feel inclined to swim
farther out than is prudent, having
regard to my being alone. But this
is only my first introduction to the
gentle Thetis, and I have six weeks
before me ! Will she, however, be
always in this lovely humour ? Shall
I have to say, as the poet to the fickle
Pyrrha —
" Qui semper vacuam, semper amabilem,
Sperat nescius aurse,
Fallacis!"
But this can be more readily quoted by
that laughing youngster now bound-
ing towards me, having been hurried
down by one who aifects to believe I
had given her a promise — after a for-
mer hair-breadth 'scape — never again
to bathe alone !
LETTERS AND NEWSPAPERS ! EMPEROR AND QUEEN !
News from the world ! Five letters
and six English newspapers spread out
on my table ! Three of the former are
for me, and all the latter : so despatch-
ing the two letters to those whom
they concern, and graciously giving
out five of the newspapers to diffuse
useful and entertaining knowledge
throughout the household, till I have
devoured whatever is to be found in
the Evening Mail, considerately com-
ing twice a - week in modest and
agreeable guise, — the Times stripped
of its horrid advertisements. In this,
its reduced form, is to be found all I
want to know ; for whatever isn't
there hasn't happened ! — but whether
everything has, that is, I shall not take
npon me to decide. False intelligence
may for a while alarm, or delight— at
all events it titillates, or excites. 'Tis
awkward, however, if it have elicited
a dogmatic — "I always anticipated
and predicted this — I saw the course
of events tending in this direction
months ago, though everybody else
denied it. Such and such will be
the consequences of it." If the next
paper bring a contradiction, and edi-
torial peccavi — you can only say
" a-hem "—take a long walk in the
country, and on your return allude to
every other topic except that which
has made you wince so much, in your
stinging reflections on the extent to
which you have committed yourself
in the character of Sir Oracle. If the
intelligence was unpleasant and un-
favourable, it is delightful to have it
contradicted ; but if it were the other
way, what can you do, but grin and
hear it, and practise a sagacious shake
of the head, against the time that any
other intelligence of a pleasingly sur-
prising nature may present itself for
your acceptance? There lies the
Mail before us, as yet unopened, con-
taining the first account of what has
happened in England since it lost for
a while the inestimable safeguard of
my presence ! At length I open it,
and with every Englishman have at
this moment only two topics present
to my mind — our Queen, and our
Army before Sebastopol. With a
suspended sigh, a glance tells me that
" nothing new has happened there;"
but I am rejoiced to find that the dear
little lady who rules over us, and was
so lately " the cynosure of neighbour-
ing eyes," " raining influence" of af-
fable queenly dignity, has returned to
her own dominions, and is again quiet-
ly ensconced in her royal nook at Os-
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borne. Well, pleasant and profitable
may her meditations be on the stately
and splendid hospitalities of her Im-
perial brother ! The interchange of
visits between these now puissant
personages which this summer has
witnessed, constitutes, with existing
circumstances, antecedents, and pro-
bable consequences, a wonderful and
dazzling event, to be recorded by the
pen of history, before which the Field
of the Cloth of Gold sinks into a mere
gaudy display of theatrical extrava-
gance and improvidence. How thick
the veil hanging before the nearest
Future of mankind ! Who can tell
what a day or an hour may bring
forth with nations as with indivi-
duals ? And what lessons should
it teach both, of virtue, prudence,
and moderation in regulating their
Now, according to the precepts of
Him who has placed us in this brief
scene of action, and whose perfect
existence is an Eternal Now ! Three
short years ago we were making
almost convulsive efforts to provide
against an apparently imminent
French invasion of our shores by a
hundred thousand soldiers, whose
hearts bore the searing scar of Water-
loo! Now, both sovereigns and people
are in strict accord, in ardent alliance
against a colossal Northern Power,
who was then our long-tried ally and
friend ! — London was familiar to its
imperial visitor; every moment of
whose stay, and every object which
met his eye, was pregnant with re-
collections and suggestions of unutter-
able interest and mighty significance.
I was one of those to whom his stay
here was a continued spasm of appre-
hension for his personal safety, from
the blood-red hand of some fell foreign
assassin. Had that hand been raised
here, and successfully, what incalcu-
lable consequences would have ensued,
such as make the boldest and strongest
heart quiver to contemplate ! Yet
they were within a hair's-breadth of
being precipitated upon Europe within
a few short hours of the Emperor's
return to his own capital. And our
fearless Queen went, in return for his
visit to her, to be the guest of him
whose life she might deem so awfully
precarious, trusting, not to a gallant
and chivalrous people only, but to the
protection of the King of Kings!
Both Queen and Emperor have played
their parts grandly in this historic
scene. The course of each was deeply
considered with reference to the tem-
pers of the two great nations of France
and England, and the great and unex-
pected exigencies of the times. Mak-
ing all due allowances for errors and
shortcomings referable to our respec-
tive idiosyncrasies, let the severest
censor of the two countries point to
any others, morally and intellectually,
comparable to them in ancient and
modern times; and I do from the
depths of my soul believe, that if their
present union prove stable, a new era
for civilisation is dawning. Grave
difficulties, and infinitely graver con-
tingencies, may present themselves to
the eye of the wisely forecasting ; but
let us repose a rational and manly
confidence in each other's perceptions
of duty and interest, as involved in
a glorious destiny, under an approv-
ing Providence. All that England
and France have ever known of each
other's characters and capabilities
is calculated to engender recipro-
cally admiration and respect ; and
their richest blood, intermingled in
a magnificent enterprise like that on
which the eyes of all other nations
are now fixed, will prove a perfect
styptic for any wound which either
may have heretofore inflicted on the
other.
THE SNAKE.
See what the Evening Mail is an-
swerable for in the case of a politician
turned sea- side recluse! — But I am
invited, with eager haste, to go and
see " a large snake," just caught and
killed by a neighbouring farmer. 'Tis
irresistible — and I start off. What an
instinctive horror one has of the whole
VOL. LXXVUI. — NO. CCCCLXXX.
tribe : and yet, speaking for myself
at least, one has a queer perverse
satisfaction and curiosity in looking at
them, dead or alive, or hearing or
reading of their horrid doings. The
last time I saw a French adder, or
viper — they are, as you know, differ-
ent names for the same reptile — was
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at the Zoological Gardens in the
Kegent's Park, London. It was " a
very fine specimen," as a naturalist
would express himself, doubtless ; but
it looked hideous enough to me, and
must have appeared utterly blasting
to a poor little mouse, screwed up in
a corner of the cage, at an angle just
above a small trough of water. If
ever horror started out of eyes, it
looked out of those of the poor destined
victim of the viper; which seemed
beginning to get lively — writhing
about not ungracefully ; sometimes
passing its whole body slowly through
the agreeable water. At length the
monster approached the quarter where
the mouse had planted itself, resting
on its two front paws, immovable,
but its eyes following every turn of
the snake, with an expression of terror
that was sickening to behold. The
snake advanced nearer and nearer,
but in rather a languid mood, and at
length slowly and gently lifted its
hideous head out of the water, close
to the mouse, with faintly flickering
tongue and glittering eye, when the
poor mouse, with a sudden and despe-
rate effort, sprung clear over the
snake's head to the opposite corner of
the cage, and there planted itself as
before, apparently trembling violently,
the snake taking no farther notice of
it. "He ain't ready for his supper
yet," said the sentimental keeper with
a smile, apparently amused at the start
I gave. The reptile which I was on my
way to see, while recalling the above
scene to my memory, had been luckily
detected by the farmer in the act of
entering his parlour door, a not very
welcome visitor. A well-aimed blow
with a stick, however, immediately
behind the head, killed it, without
interfering much with the head.
When I saw it, the reptile lay scarce
cold on the top of a small heap of
manure. It was nearly four feet
in length, in the middle about an
inch and a half in diameter, a larger
and finer specimen than that of which
I have been speaking. In spite of
the blow which had extinguished life,
its eyes had a sort of cruel brightness,
and a faint undulatory movement wa3
visible in the body. Such creatures
as this were not, surely, pleasant com-
panions in our solitary walks; and
one is now on the qui vive whenever
one hears any rustling, or sees any
motion at the foot of a hedge, or among
the dry leaves. I examined the in-
terior of the mouth. The fangs were
large and powerful — but ask any natu-
ralist to tell you a tale of wonder, in
describing the structure of the roof
of a serpent's mouth, so exquisitely
contrived to work downward, and
prevent the exit of anything which
has once been introduced as prey,
for deglutition ! Here are organs for
the destruction of other animals, as
consummately contrived by the Crea-
tor to effect that object, as the
mental organs of Sir Isaac Newton
to discover the law of gravitation !
But to what purpose are such idle
inquiries and speculations, as — why
all animals, and why man himself,
might not have been graminivor-
ous instead of carnivorous ? Or, why
those destined to be the prey of others,
should have been invested in any
degree with that sense or sensibility
which occasions the suffering attend-
ant on the apprehension or infliction
of violent death ? What thoughtful
person ever witnessed a cat playing
with a mouse, and was not impelled
to speculate on the objects with which
such an inclination, or disposition,
was conferred, and such opportunities
for indulging it were afforded by an
infinitely wise and beneficent Creator?*
Yet all such questions run up into
another — why should not everything
have been otherwise than it is? — and
are calculated to set weak, ignorant,
and presumptuous minds floundering
down in thick fog, and the very slough
of despond. The Christian philoso-
pher is not thus bewildered or har-
assed, but with confiding humility
reflects upon his own limited faculties,
and the infinite Power, Goodness,
and Wisdom, of his Maker ; and be-
takes himself to Holy Scripture,
which expressly tells him that now he
sees through a glass darkly, and now
* Very different thoughts and emotions are excited by the spectacle of a human
being — a rational and moral agent — wantonly inflicting pain and suffering on either
one of his own species, or one of the animal creation.
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knows inpart. And so I shall not con-
cern myself with Archdeacon Paley's
ingeniously - unsatisfactory specula-
tions in his Natural Theology on
the subject of poisonous serpents, but,
laying down my pen, will betake my-
self to my favourite and secluded seat
in the laurel arbour, with my copy
of Butler's Sermons, and again read
over that grave and noble one, Upon
the Ignorance of Man. There he says
what completely satisfies me. " But
it is evident that there is another
mark set up for us to aim at ; another
end appointed us to direct our lives to
— an end which the most knowing may
fail of, and the most ignorant arrive
at. The secret things belong unto the
Lord our God, but those things which
are revealed belong unto us and to our
children for ever, that we may do all
the words of this law. Which reflec-
tion of Moses, put in general terms,
is, that the only knowledge which is
of any avail to us, is that which
teaches us our duty, or assists us in
the discharge of it. The economy of
the universe, the course of nature,
almighty power exerted in the crea-
tion and government of the world, is
out of our reach. What would be the
consequence if we could really get an
insight into these things, is very un-
certain ; whether it would assist us in
or divert us from what we have to do
in this present state. . . . Othejr
orders of creatures may perhaps be
let into the secret counsels of Heaven,
and have the designs and methods of
Providence in the creation and govern-
ment of the world communicated to
them ; but this does not belong to our
rank or condition. The fear of the
Lord, and to depart from evil, is the
only wisdom which man should aspire
after, as his work and business ! "
A LITTLE EVENT !
Monday. — There is a particular
corner of my domain, whence, through
a loophole contrived partly by myself,
I catch a view of the Castle in its
most commanding aspect ; and this
morning, about ten o'clock, the sun's
rays coming from behind, arrayed it
in magnificently disposed light and
shade. And behold, from the top-
most tower waved two flags, the
Tricolor and Union- Jack ! I gave a
great start, and my heart began to
palpitate : what might this mean ?
Anything glorious from the East? —
Hastening into the house, I made eager
inquiries, but no one had heard any-
thing from abroad : the good lady who
had just brought us a brace ofpoulets
knew of nothing ; the gentleman who
had brought our butcher-meat from
the neighbouring town, said that all
was quiet when he left : but there
were fluttering the two brave flags —
and something must have happened.
On this we formed ourselves into a
council, to consider how best we
could make discoveries. I presided ;
but several of the members gave home-
thrusts to the president. "This is
getting out of the way of the tele-
graph ! " said one. — "What would you
give now, for a second edition of this
morning's paper?" inquired another.
— "And of the daily post?" subjoined
a third. " For my part, this place is
very beautiful, I dare say," quoth the
senior member, madame, " but I con-
fess I don't quite like being so com-
pletely out of the world, and the way
of everybody, and everything ! " —
"Go and look after your fowls, ma-
dame ! " said the president sternly. —
" Ah, but we're likely," said the junior
member brightly, "to have A PIG by
to-night — mamma saw such a love of
a pig last night—" — " Well, and what
if I did, sirrah ? Haven't we plenty
of accommodation and food "
President. — " Order 1 order ! is the
order of the day ! and the matter of
the Pig is not one ! " — Solvuntur tabulae
— and each of us determined to go
about in the neighbourhood, and espe-
cially the village, to ascertain the news,
it occurring to one long-headed in-
dividual to go straight t« the castle.
But as that distinguished personage
— to-wit, myself — was just entering
the avenue, behold, an apparition I
Half-way down was a gay little fellow,
apparently about twelve years old,
gaily dressed, and carrying on his
shoulders two flags — little counter-
parts of those great ones now waving
in proud amity from the castle tower !
— "Ah, mon cher Eugene!" thought
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I, "how graceful of you, or those
who sent you, to bring an English
visitor such glorious intelligence 1 " —
and I hastened towards him ; but I
was on a false scent altogether ! The
modest youngster, placing both flags
on his left shoulder, removed his cap,
and in the prettiest way in the world,
with a low bow, begged to know
if Monsieur would give them some
flowers? "Flowers, my child! what
for?" 'Twas a great day, it seemed,
in these parts ; for there was to be a
treat given to the scholars of several
village-schools, and one or two prizes
delivered, and romps on the castle
green, and, in plain English, what
we should call a tea-party ! This was
his peaceful intelligence, not that bril-
liant and bloody news of which I was
expectant. So I said, " Go into the
garden and grounds, and you shall
have as many as you can carry!"
Forthwith my willing servant and he
paid their respects to such flowers
as we had, and ere long he went
away almost staggering under his
brace of flags and a huge bouquet.
Having planned an expedition for the
day, we could not go to witness, and
perhaps share, the festivities of the
castle ; but just as we were finishing
dinner, about seven o'clock, a sound
of merry music — drums and fifes ap-
proaching from the direction of the
castle, but evidently far beneath us —
sent us all — masters, servants, and
Mr Tickler — to run round the planta-
tion to a small plateau overhanging
the village, and there all eight of us
stood, witnessing a charming sight —
the procession of the children, some
two dozen, two and two, and every
couple bearing a flag — the union-jack
and tricolor pretty evenly mingled —
and waving about merrily by the
youngsters to the air of Partani pour
la Syrie ! First came the good cure,
marching at the head of his troops,
as a proud and cheerful conqueror
of — ignorance ! Then came four fifes,
a clarionet, and a drum ; and then
the dear little heroes of the day, two
and two, with a small concourse of
attendant mothers, brothers, and sis-
ters. Was it in compliment to the
compact phalanx heading the heights,
headed by the donor of the flowers,
that, as they approached us, Partant
pour la Syrie gave way to our grave
and thrilling—" God save the Queen ? "
'T would have done your heart good
to see us all : the castle, glistening in
the mellow evening sunlight, and now
silent and deserted by the merry throng
of that day — the blithe little vari-
coloured procession winding through
the village below us — the band play-
ing with renewed vigour as they passed
us — faint sounds of tiny voices shout-
ing, till sights and sounds are lost in
the approaching shades of evening and
the distance. These little events of
the day supplied food for pleasant
meditation during the evening, but
during the night for monstrously-
confused dreams, in which our
little procession, and the castle
whence it had so merrily issued,
mingled with the fortress of Sebas-
topol, the trenches, and storming-
parties !
A DAY OF GLOOM
Wednesday. — Nothinghashappened
that ought to have happened, and that
has which ought not. The morning
was ushered in with fitful gusts and a
cloudy sky, with one or two symptoms
of swelling by-and-by into a storm of
grandeur, giving us a new aspect of
our romantic locality. But nothing
came of it all day long; only little
gusts of wind ; occasional driblets of
rain ; glimpses of the sun, sullen and
watery-eyed — nothing came, either
one thing or the other ; and as for the
thunder-storm, "it did not come off."
The newspaper did not come, and only
one letter, and that I did not wish
to receive.
No fish was to be got for love or
money ; the butcher, grocer, and wine-
merchant at had forgotten us,
as if by concert ; the beer had gone
sour; the blancheuseliaA again broken
her promise, and allowed our linen to
accumulate on her hands, while she
and her daughters went out on field-
duty — viz. to dig potatoes. All of us
seemed prepared to find fault with
everything and one another. Tickler
was skulking under the sofa ; I broke
the lamp -glass; the drawing-room
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window was broken by nobody ; my
library afforded me no relief; we had
a hasty little dinner of odds and ends,
the servants, dining before us, having
had the choice. I walked moodily up
and down my favourite avenue half-a-
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dozen times in vain ; I could settle
to nothing ; we all seemed in a con-
tradictory humour; and I went to
bed at 9.30 P.M., not caring one
button whether I slept or not. Dies
ater! Per eat I
COULEUR DE ROSE !
Thursday. — In a philosophical hum-
our to-day. After much reflection on
men and things, I am satisfied that,
upon the whole, everything serves
everybody right. As for myself, I
think I have a very fine forgiving
disposition, particularly active when
nobody requires forgiveness but my-
self, for whom, however, I am always
willing to make vast allowances ; and
I am at this moment disposed to look
with forbearance and compassion on
the erring portion of mankind. I
confess it looks odd to say it in so
many words, but I feel in a humour
of dignified benignity. So serene is
my temper, that I see everything in
couleur de rose. How is it to be ac-
counted for, but by my possessing the
well-spring of a genial temper, always
ready to look on the bright side of
things, and so become independent
of accidents and external things ? I
woke well and cheerful ; the sun wore
an enchanting smile ; the breeze was
disporting himself merrily among the
trees ; breakfast laid out prettily,
and abundance of nicely-fried sand-
eels ! And we had scarcely finished
breakfast, before we had the offer of
as much fish, and of the best and
freshest, as would have kept .us for a
fortnight. And, in fact, the butcher
brought us a lovely piece of beef
for to-day, and an unexceptionable
haunch of mutton for the next ; the
grocer soon afterwards deposited mis-
cellaneous excellencies on the hall
table ; the wine-merchant, followed
by the brewer, did his duty ; two
huge baskets-full of the snowy linen
made their appearance during the
morning ; the drawing-room window
is set down in the inventory as broken ;
the postman brought me my paper,
with voluble apologies for having left
it, the day before, at 1'A by
mistake. Such a delicious bath, in
my favourite bay, between 4 and 5.20
P.M. ; a plump little turbot, ribs of
roast-beef, and plum-tart for dinner.
Such appetites ! Wine excellent, and
so reasonable ; we drink one another's
healths ; the evening as pensively, as
the day has been briskly beautiful.
Oh, that solemnly beautiful old castle !
I could gaze on thee all night long —
but 'tis ten o'clock, and I shall retire.
I care little whether I sleep or not :
if I lie awake, I have many things to
think of pleasantly ; if I sleep, I may
dream, I feel sure, charmingly. N.B.
How delightful to have a tempera-
ment so even and well-regulated as
to be independent of external circum-
stances !
A GREAT EVENT!
Thursday. — Let me now write
gravely and calmly as is becoming.
Imagine your contributor sitting on
a grand evening on a rude stone bench
in a ruined, and the highest, turret of
the castle facing the sea — the evening
wind sighing around me, the blue
ocean undulating gently far beneath,
the sun setting magnificently — a news-
paper lies at my feet, with a stone on
it to prevent its being hurried away
by the breeze — I, gazing on the dis-
appearing monarch of day, but my
thoughts profoundly occupied by the
tidings recently brought by that same
newspaper — that at last — at last!
SEBASTOPOL HAS FALLEN ! Two
hours of solitude passed away in me-
ditation upon an event so immense,
and having so many aspects, as well
towards the past as the future ; and
well may any one meditate long and
deeply on such an event, who feels the
slightest interest in the welfare of
Europe, and any degree of respon-
sibility for public affairs. As a mill-
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tary feat, it seems resplendent and
unique among all sieges on record ;
but the political consequences which
may ensue from it, are such as no man
living can venture to speak of confi-
dently. What may we suppose would
have been the view taken of it by the
Duke of Wellington ? But that ques-
tion suggests another : had he been
living, would the war have arisen ?
What weight would not his counsels
have had with all Europe, and es-
pecially the belligerent? As far as
this country is concerned, we have
had to deplore a great and lamentable
want : we have not had a single
statesman on the scene whose sole
opinion would have decisively in-
fluenced public opinion. The nearest
approach is the aged and gifted Lord
Lyndhurst: with his exception, all
others are, comparatively speaking,
little men — very little men, pace tan-
toruml — men destitute of that com-
bined fixity of purpose, strength of
will, clearness of sight, and experience,
which must concur in order to impress
and guide public opinion in any given
direction. And the want of such a
master-mind ot the statesman is the
more felt, and the more deplorable,
when so many ambitious political men
are at once so clever, and only so
clever; have such weight, and only
so much ; and when political parties
are so subdivided and balanced as
they are. Under these circumstances
it is marvellous with what prompti-
tude, simplicity, and decision the pub-
lic opinion of the country has spoken
out for itself, dictating a policy, in its
great features, signally impressed with
our national characteristics of good
sense and straightforwardness. This
power of public opinion has com-
pletely puffed out little politicians,
how noisy and pretentious soever,
either compelling them to follow, with
what grace they might, or contemp-
tuously discarding them as old-fash-
ioned political lumber. Had the Great
Duke been alive, he would have either
prevented the war altogether, or con-
ducted it in a manner and on a scale
vastly different from that which has
occasioned us so much anxiety, misery,
and mortification.
It is true that had war become, in
spite of his counsels and influence,
both at home and with every Con-
tinental court, inevitable, it would
have found the Great Duke a very
old man, and possibly not over easy
in accommodating himself to the novel
exigencies of war. Now, we may
rely upon it that his prodigious mili-
tary genius would have flamed forth,
for however brief a period, illuminat-
ing the whole course of the campaign.
Had he approved of the expedition to
the Crimea, how different a measure
would he have taken of the difficulties
to be overcome, what prescience and
providence would he have exhibited !
The man of the time who seems to
have satisfied the condition of great-
ness is Louis Napoleon. He has ex-
hibited a magnificent spectacle of self-
reliance, sagacity, and determination.
His Atlantean shoulders have sup-
ported the mighty enterprise which
would have crushed, and has so nearly
crushed, so many British statesmen ;
and with what feelings of lofty exul-
tation is he at this moment meditat-
ing upon the new phase of that enter-
prise, introduced by the event which
has just happened? If any depend-
ence can be placed upon the cor-
respondent of an American news-
paper, who professes to have heard
the conversation, Louis Napoleon
lately thus expressed himself : " I
acknowledge the tactics of the Cri-
mean campaign to be my own pro-
jection, and I confess myself satis-
fied, mainly, with the results. The
people of France and Britain want
a feat of arms, and perhaps the people
of America would applaud another
SmolenskoandMoskowa. No; France
in 1813 crossed the arid steppes and
deadly snows of Russia. 1 will now
make Russia traverse her own wilder-
ness to meet us on her frontier. There
is not a man who enters the Crimea
that has not undergone all we suffered
in the retreat from Moscow. There
is not a regiment that arrives at Pere-
kop that is not decimated. Whole
battalions have been engulfed. The
Russian loss, according to their own
estimate, rendered to the Emperor
Nicholas last December, amounted to
270,000. The allied troops at that
time had not lost one-tenth of that
number. I am content to protract
the struggle in the Crimea on these
terms. ... A Russian army is
not recruited with facility— men can
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be had, but not soldiers. The Rus-
sian peasantry require from two to
three years' exercise at drill before
they are fit for the ranks. We have
nearly extirpated the elite of their
forces — those which the Czar has
taken many years to create. Eng-
land and France, on the contrary,
grow stronger as the struggle pro-
ceeds ; our peasantry in a few weeks
become stanch troops; and the fire
of war, which burns slowly at first
among our population, increases with
reverses. ... It would be folly
to inflict merely a wound upon Rus-
sia, from which she would soon re-
cover. Let us rather establish a run-
ning sore on her side, from which her
strength will run out. Sebastopol is
draining her system. The future will
judge my tactics, but the people are
too small to see far around them."
What a lurid glare does the fall of
Sebastopol cast on these words ! And
now what is to be done? Are we"
nearer peace — a solid, honourable,
enduring peace, as the result of the
stupendous and sanguinary struggle
in which we have embarked? On
what basis can peace now rest, but
the humiliation of Russia? Events
have vastly outgrown the Four Points
— or rather they have disappeared
under the bloody smear of war. What
are we to do with the Crimea ? If
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we do let the lion go again, we must
draw his teeth, and pare his claws ;
we must not merely scotch, but kill
the snake. What will Austria and
Prussia now do ? How is the former
to be got out of the Principalities ?
What is to be done with reference to
the expenses of the war, providing
peace becomes the subject of speedy
consideration ? Will Russia now
yield, and be perforce content to
bear the burning brand of defeat and
shame on her brow ? How, indeed,
can she continue the struggle? Eng-
land and France have, so to speak,
their finger on the carotid artery of
Russia. The deeply interesting and
important revelations of the interior
condition of Russia, contained in two
articles in the August and September
numbers of Blackwoods Magazine,
tally with the conclusions which have
been drawn for half a year by those
who are carefully watching the course
of events. A great crisis of Russian
affairs — a national collapse — may
occur much sooner than either her
enemies or friends suppose. We are,
indeed, on the eve of great events.
But while I have been sitting here,
absorbed with these thoughts and
speculations, the shades of evening
have enshrouded nature in a grand
obscurity, and I must creep chillily
home !
\To be concluded in our next."}
CENTRALISATION — A DIALOGUE.
Scene— STDENHAM.
THE present is supposed by popular
belief to be one of the four seasons.
Not so in the creed of the Londoner.
It is no season at all. The metro-
polis is in the plight of an ancient city
on the point of being conquered.
" Absit omen. " Its divinities have
all taken wing. The last belle of
Belgravia, if any be still left bloom-
ing alone, would be in the position of
the lady by the springs of Dove,
" with none to praise, and very few to
love ; " and unless her voice were
silent from solitude and ennui, she
would merely be bidding the " Ma-
nners of Spain," or, more correctly
speaking, the Directors of the Great
Northern, to " bring my love again,
for he lies among the moors," and,
what is worse, enjoying himself
amongst them to almost the greatest
extent of which human nature is ca-
pable. It is well that our fair ladies
should not shut their eyes to the fact,
that the masculine nature has a world
of its own into which few of them can
enter — for I do not say none — a world
of pleasures and pains, certainly not
to be compared with those their kind-
ness can bestow, or unkindness inflict,
but of a nature totally different, and
in some measure excluding them, in
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which Cupid is either hooded like a
falcon, or condemned to run about
with dipt wings till such time as his
feathers shall sprout again. And
they ought to be thankful for this, for
these rivalries, paradoxical as it may
seem, are the cause why British hus-
bands and lovers, as a general rule,
are the most faithful in the civilised
world. And they are so chiefly be-
cause they have some of the feelings
of the savage. For to the British
masculine nature, while it has a due
appreciation of the pleasure of being
hooked, the pleasure of hooking is by
no means despicable, especially if it
lead — and this our fair ones better
understand — to a twenty minutes' play
of the fish, keeping expectation on
tiptoe before he is landed. And we
may just mention the satisfaction of a
right and left shot, each bringing down
a plump bird, or of the deer stalked
through toilsome hours, stopt by a
well- aimed ball, and dropping over, as
if lightning- struck, in a stream-bed in
a narrow glen. It is not for us to
speak of these things, still doomed to
hang about the sickly and sorrow-
stricken streets of September London,
contemplating the unemployed misery
of hungry cabmen and dry watermen,
and half choked with the smoke, which
has now, it seems, taken upon itself
to come, like the lady's "yes" in
Maud, from " the east to west, till
the west is east," invading the sacred
quarters, as the throng of waiters are
wont to invade the scene of a banquet
for the sake of remnants of lobster-
salad and bottoms of dead champagne.
Must we grin, and bear it ? Not
quite, thanks to Sir Joseph Paxton.
There is the People's Palace and its
unrivalled garden, a land of Goshen
in the bondage of London, where we
may flee for a day to the out-of-doors
cheerfulness of Continental life, and
escape the feeling of crowded loneli-
ness, which is the most painful one
associated with the great metropolis.
It is perhaps the cheapest half-crown's
worth to be had in the world, always
save and excepting the new number
of Maga ; for such is the cost of the
•"ourney and of admission to the plea-
sures of the Palace. Consider what
it would cost to make the voyage
round the world, and then consider
whether this single half-crown does
not procure you almost all the en-
tertainment of such a voyage with-
out its pains and perils. Have you
not there the poles, north and south,
bears and all, without the horrible
climates of those flattened places of
the globe ? Have you not the tropics
in all their beauty, without their heat,
serpents, and venomous insects?
Have you not " the palms and temples
of the south, "tand a perpetual Italian
climate in a glass case? And you
have all time as well as all space.
You have Nineveh and Egypt, and
Greece and Eome, and the Middle
Ages ; all History, from Cheops down
to Lord John Russell. You have all
the poets, or their busts, without being
obliged to read their poetry ; you
have all the orators, without the
necessity of " sitting under" them.
You have all nations — the white
man, the black man, the yellow man,
the red man, and the " red man's
babe ;" the green man, and his olive-
branches, probably an extinct race in
this wide-awake age. You have them
all as large as life. You may eat
your luncheon within sight of savages
without the slightest fear of being
eaten by them. And if you have all
the men, you have all the gods to
keep them in order, from the fetishes
of Africa, which are flogged like
naughty boys, up to those awful twins
of Egypt, whose heads reach the top
of the enormous building. It is surely
well that these last should be cor-
rectly described, else they might be
taken by foreign dilettanti for the
gods the Britons worship, called, in
the vernacular, Gog and Magog, and,
classically, Chrysos and Argyros,
being set up amidst the people in the
high places and groves of Sydenham ;
and some future New Zealand Nie-
buhr, arguing away preceding history
on the strength of ascertained fact,
might fix upon the second half of the
nineteenth century as that in which
the inhabitants of Britain reverted to
the polytheism of their ancestors, as
it was in times distressing to artists
by profession, when every man was
his own painter. I am not going to
write a guide-book of the Crystal
Palace, for two reasons, — one, that
I do not manage details well ; and
the other, that it has been well
done already ; and therefore I shall
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content myself with observing that
the real glory of the place seems
to consist in the beautiful collec-
tion of strange plants and exotic
trees; some floating in water, like
the queen-like Victoria Regia; others
standing in their native mould,
covered, in many cases, with a piled
velvet cloth of the beautiful French
moss; others hanging, like Mahomet's
coffin, between earth and heaven, in
baskets which seem held in the hands
of some invisible genius of Spring
pouring out streams of honours on
the earth, which are arrested in mid
air as they fall by the wand of the
enchanter Paxton. I sat down on
one of the benches in the centre,
listening to a fine band of music, and
was soon joined, according to ap-
pointment, by Friend Irenseus, to
whose good taste and appreciation of
the beautiful in every kind I have
already borne abundant testimony.
IREN^EUS. — Well, here I am ; but
the fact is, the whole thing is a mis-
take.
TLEPOLEMUS. — You don't mean
the Palace.
IRENJSUS. — No, but the ways
and means of getting to it ; they are
so utterly prosaic that they spoil
much of the poetry of the Palace it-
self. First you go down to an ordi-
nary railway-station, then you pay
half- a- crown.
TLEPOLEMUS. — You don't com-
plain of that, I hope.
IREISLEUS. — Yes, I do ; you ought
either to be admitted for nothing, or
pay much more. A crown, for in-
stance, is a round sum, complete in
itself, like the thing from which it
takes its name, and to right-minded
people it has dutiful associations.
TLEPOLEMUS. — You may go on the
five-shilling day if you like.
IREN^US. — But I don't like. I
will tell you why. The fact is, there
ought to be nothing to pay; the
whole thing ought to be paid for by
the nation.
TLEPOLEMUS. — Like the war, or
any other great national undertak-
ing.
IREN^EUS.— I confess it would be a
hard matter with a Government
which refused a paltry thousand to
the Royal Society, and who have
been only consistent in carrying out
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through everything a penny -wise-
pound- foolish policy.
TLEPOLEMUS. — The policy which
refused Admiral Dundas an efficient
supply of mortars to shake the mortar
of Sveaborg ; and commits everyday
extravagancies, like that of an artist
who pays his fare to the Highlands
and back to make a sketch worth
thirty shillings.
IREN^US. — I object, however, to
the five-shilling day, because I hate
to be select. The very institution of
such a day, a Sabbath of gentility
in the People's Palace, is a piece of
vulgarity symptomatic of the worship
of wealth for wealth's sake, which
those who set this Palace on foot
ought to be ashamed of. There is
room enough for all here. It is not
like a railway second-class carriage,
into which eight are stuffed in hot
days when there is only room for
six, and you have some excuse for
riding first-class. It is a delight to
me to behold a place crowded which
is meant to contain crowds, and
which no crowd will ever fill, and to
see those who are poorer than myself
made happy at so cheap a rate.
TLEPOLEMUS. — I perfectly agree
with you, though you know my in-
curable Toryism. The creation of
artificial distinctions between classes
is the surest way to foster discontent
and a revolutionary spirit, and it
tends to confounding those distinc-
tions in the language of agitators
and the minds of the people with
those which exist by nature and the
appointment of God. The spirit of
the Pharisee, who thanks God that
he is not as other men are, is seen in
other matters besides religion. Ho-
race was a great poet, and, generally
speaking, a gentleman ; but when, in
his Ode to Xanthias Phoccus, he
calls the people " scelesta," or " ras-
cal," he shows himself the son of a
freedman, as he was. It is the
spirit of Conservatism to love the
people, and endeavour to make them
happy in the state to which it has
pleased God to callthem; it is the spirit
of Radicalism to make them uncom-
fortable in their station, and afflict them
with a morbid desire to climb. In this
matter of admission to the People's
Palace the French have shown a
truer instinct : it is found as a matter
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of experience that the five -franc
day does not pay ; because the Paris
fashionables, if ifor no better reason,
like to display their glories to the
world at large.
IRENJEUS. — I was speaking of the
manner of coming here destroying
the illusion. After paying your half-
crown, you pass over the bisected
houses and smocky chimneys of the
Borough, and your nose is insulted
by the odours of offensive manufac-
tures ; and when you arrive at Syden-
ham, your first introduction is to the
monsters of the geological island.
After that you ascend to the intellec-
tual feast through a lane of refresh-
ments redolent of coffee, and vocal
with the poppings of aerated liquids,
and paved in some places with broken
meat as thickly asVallambrosais with
leaves, or the trenches before Sebas-
topol are with shot and shell. I do
not like the introduction.
TLEPOLEMUS. — But what would
you have, then ?
IREN^US. — I should like to be
brought here blindfolded — if with a
sensation of being carried through the
air, so much the better — and have the
bandage taken off just at this spot.
The sensation in that case would be
like that of the poor man in the
Arabian Nights translated by Ha-
roun Alraschid to his palace, or that
of Christopherus Sly in my lord's cham-
ber. I should rub my eyes, and ask
myself whether I was awake. Sup-
pose one of the classic ancients — Vir-
gil for instance — had been brought
here in such a manner, he would have
imagined himself dead and with the
blest, for he would have found most
of the conditions of his fancied Ely sium .
Look out of that window at the people
buzzing round the fountains :
" Domos placidas qui prsenatat, amnem.
Hunc circum innumerse gentes populique
volabant ;
Ac veluti in pratis ubi apes aestate serenS,
Floribus insidunt variis, et Candida circum
Lilia funduntur ; strepit omnis murmure
campus."
A people who not half an hour ago
were gasping in the metropolis,
" Devenere locos Isetos, et amoena vireta
Fortunatorum nemorum, sedesque beatas
Largior hie campos aether et lumiue vestit
Purpureo ; solemque suum,su& sidera n6runt.
Conspicit ecce alios dextr4 Isev&que per
herbam
Vescentes,lsetumque choro pseana canentes,
Inter odoratum lauri nemus."
Well might Virgil say —
" Sufi, sidera norunt,"
for our constellations as we sit here
are flowers. Longfellow writes : —
" Well he spake in language quaint and
olden
One that dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he named the flowers so blue and
golden,
Stars that in earth's firmament do shine.'*
But here they have mounted from
the firmament of earth to that of
heaven, and the sun shines through
their petals. As for the rows of
beautiful casts arranged round the
central aisle, we might fancy them
stately shades of the dead looking
kindly upon, yet repelling with dig-
nity the intimacy of a fleshly visitor.
To come to matter of fact, Tlepo-
lemus, with all its faults, it is a glo-
rious place, and one calculated to do
wonders in improving the taste of the
people of Great Britain.
TLEPOLEMUS. — I quite agree with
you ; but I value it most in this, that
it is a standing specific against a
poison which is fast overcrowing the
spirit of our country ; it is a central-
ised antidote against centralisation.
It is, in fact, a great conservative con-
servatory.
IRENJEUS. — You have brought me
over to your views in many important
matters ; but you have not yet con-
vinced me that centralisation is an
unmitigated evil.
TLEPOLEMUS.— There are few un-
mitigated evils. As it is a law of
nature that almost every rose has a
thorn, and
" Medio de fonte leporum
Surgit amari aliquid quod in ipsis floribus
angat ;"
so there is a law divine which brings
good out of evil, and overrules to
benevolent ends the perverse propen-
sities of man. But, on the whole, I
do not love the tendencies of central-
isation. One of its chiefest effects is
to vulgarise everything it touches, as
the harpies besmirched everything
.on which they laid their talons. To
counteract this effect is the whole
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duty and glorious privilege of the
Crystal Palace.
IRESLEUS. — How so ?
TLEPOLEMUS. — Because as London
is wont to collect everything into
itself, man and beast, and all things
bad, good, and indifferent, it was ne-
c'essary, to prevent the mass from
putrefaction, that a temple of beauty
should be raised somewhere of world-
wide significance, where art alone
should be supreme, resting, as all true
art ever must, on a strong basis of na-
ture. What I regret is, that it should
be a thing somewhat separate and
apart from the religion of the good.
IREN^EUS. — Would you throw open
the Palace on Sundays ?
TLEPOLEMUS.— That is a difficult
and delicate question. Unhappily the
air of London on Sundays is not better
than it is during the \veek. People
have been kept in town for six days by
the strong chains of business. Well,
perhaps, it may be right to keep
them to their parish churches on
Sunday by an additional chain of
piety ; yet this seems to me to be
investing religion with the inexorable
nature of trade. But, as a matter
of fact, the inclination to gulp fresh
air cannot be overcome ; and the con-
sequence is, the central churches are
deserted even under the most popular
preachers. Some fly to the parks,
and gaze on each other's dresses and
equipages ; some, not with worse
feeling, fly to green fields, perhaps only
that, like Falstaff, they may babble
of them afterwards on their death-
beds. Are they to blame? But a
large part spend the day in low de-
bauchery, and some of these might
come to Sydenham and be improved,
though not quite in the manner most
agreeable to the Record. I cannot
see why certain buildings for religious
worship should not be opened within
tempting distance of the gardens, or
in them, and the Palace itself shut
during the time of services. These
buildings might make all legitimate
appeals to the senses in the shape of
music and decorations ; and it should
be, in consequence of their accessi-
bility, people's own fault if they ne-
glected the call of the bells. After
the afternoon service the band and
the fountains might play ; and if you
see any harm in this, I confess I do
not, for I cannot see how that which
is in itself innocent and perfectly
beautiful can be in any way antago-
nistic to religion.
IREN^US. — I agree with you on
the whole; but the pulse of the people
must be felt, and such changes must
only be introduced when the blood
has learned to flow temperately ; if
you open one sluice, you may be ad-
mitting an inundation. You recol-
lect the recoil from Puritanism in
Charles II.'s time.
TLEPOLEMUS. — I think that the
feeling can only be altered by experi-
ments of this kind. If you are for
destroying Puritanism in order to make
the people fit to receive impressions
rightly, I am your man ; but Puritan-
ism is not to be destroyed in a moment
— it must give way by degrees to the
improvement of the general health of
the people, like many disagreeable
physical eruptions of the same com-
plexion. But this question apart,
there is a great gulf fixed between
high religion and low vice or crude
mammon-worship ; the subjects of the
latter evils cannot spring over this
gulf to the good in many cases, though,
of course, they can in some, by a mys-
tic strength not of their own giving ;
but how often does not art furnish
the bridge which leads from evil to
good?
IREN^EUS. — And sometimes from
good to evil ?
TLEPOLEMUS.— There is a little of
the Quaker leaven in you yet. Yet
you are right. If such abuse did not
occasionally happen, Art would be all
divine, which it is not, but half earthly,
and the trail of the serpent has passed
over the earthly half. But in this view
Art is no worse off than Nature, and
yet Nature was pronounced very good
by its Maker, and in spite of the
action of evil, will remain so at the
end.
IREN^EUS. — But I wish you to ex-
plain more definitely how it is that
centralisation vulgarises everything.
TLEPOLEMUS. — Because it has a
tendency to destroy the poetry of
variety and individual character. Take
a lady and a peasant girl by them-
selves, they are each complete beings;
assimilate the peasant girl to the lady,
put a Paris bonnet over her buxom
cheeks, and she becomes at once a bad
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imitation. How beautiful is national
costume in countries where it exists.
In France, though much is centralis-
ed, much of provincialism still exists.
Pass through Normandy, Brittany,
the Vendee to Bordeaux, you see a
new costume in each district, each
becoming, because each natural from
usage : there is no vulgarity about
the peasants ; yet dress them alaPa-
risienne, and you vulgarise them im-
mediately. This matter of costume is
a much more important one than ap-
pears at first sight. Stage-players as
we all are, we are apt naturally to fall
into the character in which we are
dressed. Put me in a dressing-gown
and slippers, and I feel chained to the
fireplace ; in a shooting-coat, and I
want to be off to Norway ; in a black
frock-coat, and a feeling of intense
respectability comes over me ; and I
would not for a consideration be caught
smoking in a dress- coat:- -do not, if
you love me, put me in a dress-coat
at all, unless you can offer me a plea-
sure to compensate for the pain — the
song of a Lind, or an Attic dinner sea-
soned by a dropping fire of repartee,
or standing-room in a ball-room, to
•watch the eddies of black and scarlet
and white muslin borne at the will of
the mastering melody. The utter
decay of national costume amongst
our working-classes is one of the sad-
dest signs of our times both in the
country and the towns ; it lingers alone
in the smock-frock of the agricultural
labourer — the garment in which Bul-
wer tells us his ancestors fought at
Hastings ; and to a handsome young
fellow, when put on clean for church,
it is a most becoming garment, espe-
cially when dandified by a little em-
broidery. But the women have lost,
at least in England, with every rem-
nant of class dress, much of class
pride and self-respect ; their costume
is but a sorry imitation of a lady's,
where the bright colours, which in
peasant costume are so tasteful, are
entirely out of place ; and this is one
of many reasons why vulgarity in
England and America is certainly
more rampant than anywhere else in
the world, vulgarity being only another
name for a kind of assumption or
affectation, which indicates the ex-
istence in the mind of a false standard
of worth. It is not without a know-
ledge of human nature that Tennyson
writes in his Lord of Burleigh —
" Then her people, softly treading,
Bore to earth her body, drest
In the dress that she was wed in,
That her spirit might have rest."
The Lady of Burleigh, one of nature's
ladies, was killed by the consciousness
of an exotic atmosphere, and the sense
of a position which most women in
her original sphere would have thought
the happiest in the world— and this
from vulgarity of mind. As it is with
dress, so with language. When Burns
speaks in his true Doric, he is every
inch the gentleman, and every line
that he writes is truest poetry ; but
when he tries to write in Cockney
English, he falls into slip-shod com-
monplace. The provinces of a country
have just as much right to their lan-
guage as that excrescence the capital ;
but as soon as they grow ashamed of
it, then provincialism becomes vulgar,
as the little shibboleths of slang can
only be learned by those who live on
the spot, and these are accounted by
Cockneys the test of good education.
Every provinciation of dialect has
ancestral rights deeply rooted in the
history of language ; and he who
would destroy these differences is
simply an ignorant prig, without the
bump of veneration, and deserves to
be made in the infernal regions a per-
petual compositor of some Phonetic
News which cannot sell a second num-
ber. I have always thought the con-
fusion of tongues a divine protest
against centralisation ; for God ordered
man to increase and multiply, and re-
plenish the earth, not to fix himself
in swarms on a few spots in it, like
bees climbing over each other's backs
and trampling on each other's bowels.
What a miserable caricature of cen-
tralisation was that first French Re-
volution, of odious memory ! To each
man his own wretched carcass was
made the centre of all things, and he
himself supposed to form an integral
part of a central state. Everything
was to be rounded off and simplified,
but many things were simply changed
because they had been [of old — for
instance, the names of the months ;
they were put into frames ending with
" ose " and " al " and u or " and
"aire," as if Nature had put them into
frames, and as if even in frames she
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never exhibited any of that lovely
coquettishness which makes her so
irresistible with us. The provinces,
fine old divisions, knitting men's
hearts into great families, were cut up
into the miserable departments, the
very names of which prove their un-
reality and artificiality, utterly desti-
tute of poetry and truth ; the coins
and weights and measures were all
reduced to decimal uniformity.
IKEN^US. — Hold hard 1 Come, you
must agree that decimal coinage and
decimal weights and measures great-
ly facilitate calculation.
TLEPOLEMUS. — That is the very
reason why I dislike them ; they
enable people — innkeepers and others
— more quickly to run up bills against
you ; and as for the centimes, they
are utterly useless, and only puzzle
with decimals when "sous" would
do quite as well in units.
IREN^US. — I recollect one place
where centimes are in actual use — a
bridge near Rouen — where you re-
ceive four centimes in change for a
sou. It was found that a toll of a
sou sent the working people some
two miles round in preference to pay-
ing, while the sou will take them
over five times — and so the bridge
pays very well.
TLEPOLEMUS. — Centralisation vul-
garises, because it casts off antiquity,
and antiquity is a holy thing. You have
no more right to destroy things and
institutions on the ground that Time
must one day destroy them, than
you have to put me to death because
Time is already braiding a line or
two of silver among my brown hair.
The ancient Roman had a most
beautiful idiom in using the word
" antiquus," " ancient" for "dear."
We have one, too, beautiful, even in
its familiarity, when we say " old
fellow " to a dear friend, though still
young ; and lamentable indeed is the
state of a nation which turns its back
upon antiquity for the sake of cen-
tralisation. That is a fact that
awakens much anxiety in all thinking
persons for the future of France.
One cannot help loving France, as
one cannot help loving a generous
and high-minded collegian who has
crammed himself with Shelley and
radicalism, but whose real self we see
in the mean time will one day triumph
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like the noble self of Prince Hal,
One mourns over his extravagancies
of action and word, but one knows
they come from an energy that will
one day work for good, and a real
unselfish dissatisfaction with the
ways of the world, any change in
which appears for the better to his
sanguine temperament. Neverthe-
less, he does himself much mischief
in the mean time. France is an old
country, but what youth and vitality
she possesses ! Nevertheless this will
not save her, unless she is becoming
sufficiently of age to recur to the
institutions and associations of her
history, which in 1788 she so reck-
lessly discarded. The greatest mis-
take she ever made was to fancy
herself capable of bearing democratic
institutions. A Frenchman is by
nature social, kind, hospitable, gene-
rous, jovial, fond of display, cour-
teous, and chivalrous; a republican
is by nature, though in name a
Socialist, essentially unsocial, inde-
pendent, selfish, churlish, sulky, satur-
nine, shabby, rude to men and brutal
to women, a goat-footed satyr dwell-
ing among kindred wild beasts in the
backwoods.
IREN.EDS. — Still I cannot help
thinking the centralising tendency to
agree with a law of nature. Why,
we stand upon our legs instead of
hovering in the air, because we have
ourselves a centripetal inclination.
TLEPOLEMUS. — Would you tumble
down to the central fire, if such
there be? The Creator has kindly
interposed the crust of the earth to
prevent you. The sun is the centre
of our system, and while we go
round him at a respectful distance,
all is well ; — woe be to us if we
were drawn into him. Nature has
counteracted the centripetal by the
centrifugal force, and established a
balance which harmonises all things,
and human institutions ought thus to
frame themselves by the rule of the
solar system. And nature will have
her way in spite of man. Look at
London. Everybody was for crowd-
ing into it out of the country, and
the consequence is, it is grown too
large to live in. It has become hol-
low in the middle, for the inhabitants
fly from its centre at night, and live
iu its extremities— the suburbs. A
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very general feeling of alarm seems
to be gaining ground, that if the
Londoners stick to their centralisa-
tion, they will soon have no water to
drink, as well as no air to breathe.
If poor old Father Thames has any
spirit left, poisoned as he has been for
ages, he would be the first to protest
against centralisation. Do you recol-
lect the panic among the Londoners
during the deep snow last winter,
amply fomented by the Times? The
coal was to fail, and all the gas to
go out, and two millions of people
to be left subject to one of the plagues
of Egypt — a darkness which might
be felt. This was one of the effects
of centralisation. I apprehend that
few people now live in London
without -some undeh'nable dread of
some enormous evil far worse than
the confusion of Babylon — such as
might in some sense truly be called
a judgment, under the proviso that
judgments are generally evils which
people bring on themselves by their
own wickedness, folly, and stupidity.
What a kindly and gentle judgment
of the All-powerful that confusion of
tongues was! Will a world which
has so little profited by it be again
so tenderly reprimanded? Or is
there nothing in that vague dread
of pestilence, famine, or outer dark-
ness? Has not London already
neglected the warning of the confu-
sion of tongues ? — for do we not hear
already all the languages and half
the dialects of Europe in its streets ?
IREN^US. — There certainly has
been for some time gaining ground a
notion that London was the only
town in the United Kingdom where
a tradesman could get on, an artist
ply his craft, or a man of fashion en-
joy himself. Yet what are the pre-
dominant features of London ? —
wealth and ugliness. Manufactur-
ing towns cannot help being ugly ;
they were made so, and it is not
their fault. But the seat of law and
government ought to be beautiful —
the seat of royalty, we were going to
say, but that it is not,*for royalty has
the good sense to live outside it.
Look at that plain on which it stands.
Nature has done as little for it as art.
And then turn your eyes to other
towns in the United Kingdom. There
is Dublin, beautifully situated on its
glorious bay, the ever-living sea wash-
ing up to its feet, and a nucleus of
sweet mountain scenery within an easy
drive of it. There is Edinburgh, with
its Castle, and its Calton Hill, and
its majestic watch-tower Arthur Seat
hanging over it, and its distant views
of sea and land, and nothing wanting
but a river running through its centre
instead of that incarnation of central-
isation, a railway. There is Oxford,
with its gardens and confluences of
rivers, and medieval buildings, and
streets like boulevards planted with
trees, and only wanting fountains to
make it perfect. And will any one pre-
tend to say that a man cannot live and
be happy in any one of these three of
the fairest cities in the world ? I say
nothing of towns less metropolitan,
but doubtless there are many of them
where you might live and do well,
"Si potes avelli circensibus ;"
which, being interpreted in modern
phrase, means, if you can do without
a wet Times on your breakfast-table.
But here the evil you complain of in
some measure cures itself, for the
railroads, being, though I called them
incarnations of centralisation to please
you, centrifugal as well as centripetal,
will bring you the Times at the utter-
most parts of the earth before the
news has quite recovered from the
effects of its morning bath.
TLEPOLEMUS. — Allow me a word
or two on railways.
IRENJEUS. — Disparaging of course.
Why, one brought you here, ingrate.
TLEPOLEMUS. — Yes it did, through
the borough. Well, railways are to
travelling what the photographic pro-
cess is to drawing ; they have all the
same usefulness and the same defi-
ciencies. If travelling is to be con-
sidered only as a means, I grant their
superiority to all other methods, for
they place you without loss of time
or waste of money at any spot where
you wish to be ; but they destroy all
the beauty and poetry of travelling,
considered by itself. The photo-
graphic drawing places the scene be-
fore the eye at once and with truth,
but just as it places before the eye
living men under the influence of a
galvanic suspension of their souls, for
so they appear, and artists are obliged
to add a little colour to them to pre-
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vent them from frightening children ;
so does it place nature before the eyes
colourless and soulless, though as in-
geniously as the insects which make
leaves into skeletons. In a pencil-
drawing we are not dissatisfied with
this, because we feel at once that
colour is indicated. Not so with the
photograph, for it ignores it alto-
gether, and it ignores at the same
time all the exquisite motion of
nature ; for nature beats it with the
moving stream or the moving leaves,
and causes it to produce mere woolli-
ness. Nevertheless it is an undeni-
ably useful process, and artists might
make a great economy of time by
carrying about a photographic ma-
chine to work while they are sketch-
ing. As the sun gives the same cha-
racter to all photographic scenes,
making them in that respect so un-
like paintings or drawings, which are
married to the individuality of the
artist, so does railway travelling give
the same character to all the towns
and countries of the world. You
pass through the most beautiful coun-
try with impressions very little differ-
ing from those produced by passing
over a dead level ; you pass by, not
through, places of historical sacred-
ness with the same light-minded irre-
verence that you pass by a nest of
cotton-spinners ; with the same tone
of voice the arrival at the scene of an
^ancient battle is announced by the
porter as the arrival at a mushroom -
bed of civilisation; and, oddly enough,
the most beautiful cathedrals — York
or Ely, for instance — have the same
commonplace look as you pass them
as the Zions and Bethesdas of a
tasteless generation. The train bursts
through the fortifications of Berwick
or the Box-tunnel with the same in-
discriminating impetuosity, and ends
by leaving much the same impression
on the mind of the traveller. Still,
however, when you alight at a sta-
tion, a sweet surprise is prepared, for
where the scenery is beautiful, all
changes as if by magic, and you
awake to its real beauty. But then
the generality of persons are not aware
of this power, and will only stop at the
principal towns.
IRENJEUS.— But you must allow
that this method of travelling is espe-
cially comfortable.
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TLEPOLEMUS. — Comfortable at the
expense of your self-respect. Besides,
I doubt of the comfort. Every now
and then one's hand goes to one's
pocket with a spasm of apprehension
as to the safety of the ticket, as it does
in Austria as to the safety of a pass-
port. Besides, you are treated with
as little ceremony as the parcels, for
which the best carriages, at least in
the second class, are generally re-
served. You can go nowhere on credit
without the possession of the actual
coin ; whereas, on a coach journey,
when all your ready-money was spent
at the beginning, you might proceed
from the coachman's knowledge of your
character. As in foreign countries
the police treat every one as "suspect,"
and expect him to assign a reason for
his existence, so in England do the
railways treat every one as a Peter
Schlemihl who has lost the shadow
which symbolised his character. And
as men are ignored by the railway
system, so are their abodes ; instead
of putting you down at your own door
as the coach did, or, at all events, at
the end of the avenue leading to it,
the railway carries you past with the
utmost contempt for your feres, and sets
you down perhaps fivemilesbeyond that
fireside the glimmer of which you saw
in passing, leaving you to find the way
thither as best you may. If you at-
tempt to cut the matter short, and
jump out at the end of your own lane
as you pass it, it is as much as your
life is worth ; and if you employ some
innocent man to stop a train, in order
to have a ride — and a ride, moreover,
you are willing to pay for — you will
be fined for insulting the dignity of
the locomotive, — a thing which to my
knowledge happened to a poor country-
man on a line in the west of England.
Again, no courtesy on the part of in-
dividual officials can make up for the
want of courtesy manifested in many
of the arrangements. What can be
worse than shutting the doors of the
station in the faces of people arriving
before the train starts, because they
happen to be too late for a certain
bell? I myself was excluded once,
having lodged the night before in an
inn facing the station to make all sure,
and by a new regulation which laid
down that passengers must be at the
station three minutes before the time
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of advertised starting. The whole
system is uncourteous ; and if uncour-
teous, therefore in principle inhuman.
IREN^EUS. — But are you quite fair
in taking railways as the strongest
example of centralisation? To be sure,
they do tie many towns into one, and
make no account of the country which
lies between them ; but then that very
fact is one calculated to prevent any
town from enormously increasing ; it
is a want of good circulation, on the
other hand, that tends to a congestion
of blood in the brain or the heart.
TLEPOLEMUS. — But supposing the
circulation all carried on by a few
great channels instead of a myriad of
little ones, you would soon have aneur-
isms and all kinds of horrors in the
human body : now, a railway accident
is the breaking of such an aneurism.
The railway system is favourable to
the growth of towns and the depopu-
lation of the country — it tends to ex-
aggerate the importance of everything
urban, and to depreciate everything
rural — it cheats the people with excur-
sion-trains, which profess to take them
out of the city, but, only tantalising
them with fresh air, hasten to bury
them in some other city, instead of
dropping them, as a fashionable phy-
sician is said to do hypochondriacal
patients, on a distant down, and ob-
liging them to walk home. These
excursion-trains are to me merely a
gigantic swindle, taking money out of
the pockets of the people on false pre-
tences; giving them tickets of leave as
they think, and then dropping them in
other prisons, until they become so
demoralised that they cease to care
for liberty.
IREN^US. — But yet how vastly
convenient they are to you and me,
setting us down with no trouble in
places whence the beauties of the'earth
are easily reached, and enabling the
poor fagged barrister or town physi-
cian to be in the Alps, Alpenstock in
hand, before he well knows he is out of
the sound of Bow Bells ?
TLEPOLEMUS. — That is the redeem-
ing point. To those who will seek
the beauties of nature they are a vast
convenience, and, like fire, become
good servants, however bad masters ;
but their general tendency is to vul-
garise and demoralise, and this you
do not mean to deny.
IREN^EUS. — It is of little use de-
nying the positions of a dogmatist, for
the stronger will has its way in spite
of truth and right.
TLEPOLEMUS. — As a general rule,
Truth and Right are grasped by the
stronger Will. Might has a kind of
divine right even in argument, and in
action it makes prescription, and pre-
scription makes right.
IREN^EUS. — Then Louis Napoleon
was right in seizing power.
TLEPOLEMUS. — The French people
have declared him so, and I am not
going to contradict the opinion ex-
pressed by a large number of millions;
for although I think it a fable that the
voice of the people is the voice of
Heaven, I cannot help thinking most
respectfully of the instincts and in-
stinctive actions of the people ; and
no instinct appears to me more deserv-
ing of respect than that by which a
people see in a man one who is fit to
be their master. I should pay far less
respect to their opinion if it merely
asserted that they were fit to govern
themselves, because such an assertion
would contradict all probability as
well as all experience.
IREN^EUS. — I am not quite in the
humour for a political discussion, so to
get out of it I move an adjournment to
a knoll at the other side of the Palace
grounds, under a clump of trees, where
we may smoke the pipe of peace, and,
like the Miltonic spirits, though I
should be sorry to carry the compa-
rison too far,
" Apart sit on a hill retired,
In thoughts more elevate, and reason high
Of Providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate ;"
or, what better suits us, of much more
sublunary things.
TLEPOLEMUS. — I have no objection ;
we will stroll round the garden to that
spot.
IREN^US (seated on the knoll). — A
truly beautiful view ! It is incredible
that such appearance of wildness
should b,e found in any prospect so
near London, for the houses are hid-
den ; and a country that looks at a
distance like a mixture of unclaimed
forest and rolling prairie, stretches up
to the horizon ; and on the other side
we have a fine effect of the sun set-
ting behind the great town on the left
of the great glass plant-case, lighting it
up with a strange, supernatural glory.
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The wildness of the view northward
is a pleasant contrast to the perfect
artificiality of the garden. Who ever
saw turf shorn so close, and tamed
down to such perfect smoothness on
so large a scale? and in the innume-
rable flower-beds there is not a weed
to be seen, for so we call our indige-
nous flowers, the favourites of our
garden being but the weeds of China
or Peru. I suppose they must, every
one of them, be moved elsewhere at
the first frost of winter. You re-
marked the oak-coppice with its rug-
ged bank of roots, ramped over by a
thousand climbers, which we passed
on the right. Artificial it is in the
last degree, but still how perfectly
pretty ! Truly, I can see only one
advantage in having a garden of one's
own, the advantage of watching the
growth of flowers as you do the
growth of children ; but what a splen-
did compensation is provided here for
the poor imprisoned Londoners, whose
utmost aspiration used to be a smoke-
sickened mignonette or geranium !
This garden belongs less to those who
have gardens of their own than to
those who have none, because those
who have gardens of their own are in
a manner in duty bound to attend to
them.
TLEPOLEMUS. — Have you ever
read UA Tour round my Garden," by
Alphonse Karr? You should read
it. It is a book of deep philosophy,
showing what compensations the Crea-
tor provides for persons in different
stations. Its first object is to solace
those who cannot travel, by showing
that in the small compass of a Paris
garden all the advantages of travel
are to be obtained without its ex-
pense and inconveniences. On the
other hand, it consoles those who
have not a yard of ground of their
own, by showing that they are free
of the whole earth, whereas every
possessor becomes, to the extent of
his possession, a prisoner.
IREN^US. — All such books do good
by showing us the relative importance
of the hobbies which we ride. But
to return to the subject we were talk-
ing about — the longer one lingers here
the more deeply impressed one becomes
with the philanthropy which invented
for the poor this magnificent central-
isation of most of the enjoyments of
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the rich. After all, the rich soon
come to the limit of the enjoyment of
their possessions. Why was the Petite
Maison built at Versailles but that
the human nature of royalty found
itself lost in the endless galleries, and
as much a victim of centralisation as
the houseless outcast of the metropo-
lis? I heard once of a noble lady
here at home who had a sly cottage-
garden where she could work herself
and identify the flowers she tended,
while, at the same time, she possessed
vast and princely gardens, ruled over
by a despotic gardener who would
not let her have her own way in them.
If you want a garden to expatiate in,
come to Sydenham, for the enjoyment
of such a place is heightened by know-
ing that it may be equally partaken
of by thousands of other people. It
is, in fact, though the growth of a
liberalising age, an institution of op-
posite tendency, tending to philoso-
phic contentment. Why, here, for
your admission shilling, you enjoy
what it would take thousands a-year
and an army of servants to keep up
for individual enjoyment, and I can-
not conceive any possible motive for
a man wishing to keep up such a
place for himself.
TLEPOLEMUS. — I feel inclined to
come to the conclusion that, as a
general rule, centralisation is a good
principle as applied to the beautiful,
for size added to beauty becomes sub-
limity. It is bad as applied to the
useful, for the useful being incom-
plete in itself, a means and not an
end, when increased or multiplied,
becomes simply an amplification of
ugliness. How beautiful, how sub-
lime, is the ritual of religion con-
centrated in St Peter's at Rome, Milan
Cathedral, or the Minster of York!
How glorious are the finest art-collec-
tions of the world, the Vatican of
Rome, the galleries of Florence and
Dresden, the Pinacothek and Glypto-
thek of Munich ! but come to what is
simply useful, and the less you see of
it the better. Springs and levers,
and all such things, are better in the
dark, like the bones and ligaments of
the human body, covered by a decent
robe of flesh. The mechanism of a
clock should be kept out of sight,
although beautiful in its relations. I
have a skeleton-clock which, being a
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gift -horse, I must not look in the
mouth, but I should scarcely have
bought it. Its wheels and springs
are all most indecorously bare under
a glass-case, and what makes it worse
is, that a brass structure, to imitate
Sir Walter Scott's monument at Edin-
burgh, rises in the midst of them. All
anatomies should be covered. But,
more apropos of what I just now
observed, what can be more ugly than
a monster steam-engine or a monster
steamship ? I saw one the other day
at Messrs Scott, Russell, and Co.'s
yard at Limehouse, in course of con-
struction. It is said to be the largest
thing that ever floated, not excepting
Sinbad's whale. I forgot; it is not
afloat yet ; I say it, and not she, for
though it professes to be a ship, I
dare not assign the gentle sex to such
a monstrous mass. It is not afloat
yet, and there may be some difficulties
in getting it to sea ; but if ever it is
launched, never was such a thing ever
before on the face of the waters since
Noah's ark, — and Noah's ark, it must
be remembered, made no pretences to
any quality but that of extensive ac-
commodation. As you approach it,
it rises above the houses and trees of
the Isle of Dogs (so called, I suppose,
from its detaining on its shores the
carcasses of those animals in their up-
ward and downward voyages on the
Thames) like the wooden horse over
the walls of Troy —
" Inspectura domos, venturaque desuper urbi."
It looks like a machine meant to take
a city, and after taking it, to carry it
away bodily to Australia; for some
such is indeed its object. It is cal-
culated that it will bear two thousand
emigrants at once, with all their goods
and chattels, besides the crew ; and
there are cities in the world with no
more than two thousand inhabitants.
And as it is to carry two thousand
people, and it is not desirable to have
two thousand sea-sick at once, it is
expected that its length, 360 feet
more than the Great Britain, will
enable it to lie level on all ordinary
seas, so that if this is not the first
ship wherewith Britannia has ruled
the waves, it is the first wherewith
she has ruled them straight. As to
its steam power, it is not easy to be
reckoned by horses or by any kind
of asses, but by the power of some
large figure of fossil animals extinct,
as iguanodons or megatheriums, some
of which " monstrous efts " it will in
fact resemble, for it will have paddles
on each side and a screw in its tail as
they had. As to the word of com-
mand— for like all other ships it will
be under a despotism, and the captain
will be a sort of floating emperor of
Russia in the extent of his dominions
— it must either be uttered by some
acoustic instrument, still to be in-
vented, as loud as a great gun, or
flashed along the wires of an electric
telegraph from one end to the other.
Those who have to board it, if you
can indeed board an iron vessel at all,
will have to provide themselves with
guides and flasks of whisky, and after
having accomplished the feat, will be
qualified to give an entertainment
after the manner of Albert Smith,
diversified with accounts of numerous
incidents, dangers, and difficulties, for
the " mur de la cote " will be a joke
in comparison. If you have a chapel
on board, as chapel there ought to
be, it may easily be of the dimensions
of an ordinary cathedral, for more
than one moderate -sized cathedral
might be put inside it.
IRENJEUS. — It is a great triumph
of art.
TLEPOLEMUS. — Of power and in-
genuity, if you please ; not of art. It
is just a thing to make us worms con-
ceited, and fancy our works of some
importance in the universe. After all,
our most stupendous works are bodies
without souls, for they have no divine
beauty in them, as those have which
are done in a humbler spirit. How
ugly is an Egyptian pyramid ! And
this great centralisation of naval archi-
tecture has not half the finish of a
little black animated boat which sculls
itself about in any half-stagnant brook.
Here is a ship which, by outcentralising
centralisation, has -exceeded all the
bounds of beauty and proportion. An
ordinary steamer cannot help being
to a certain degree pretty in that it is
a ship, but here is a floating mass in
which everything ship-shape has been
discarded. It is an illustration of my
general position, that the tendency of
centralisation is to vulgarise.
IRENJEUS. — But surely when you
' centralise men upon earth, you do not
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vulgarise them. Language is against
you. An urbane man means one who
dwells in cities, and has profited by
it ; a civil man means much the same
thing.
TLEPOLEMUS. — These were words
invented by Cockneys, as courteous
and courtly were words invented by
courtiers. Generally speaking, your
country people are only externally
rougher than those who dwell in towns ;
and if you take the evidence of Latin
words, it is well known that the
" Plebs rustica was accounted more
honourable than the Pkbs urbana"
Again, the terms you speak of were
intended to designate persons accus-
tomed to cities, and conversant with
them, rather than those always living
in them ; in fact, the wealthy and
migratory classes, and those, there-
fore, not fair specimens of cits; but
take the humblest class who are con-
fined to town or country, and I think
your experience will bear witness
that the country folk — except in the
neighbourhood of the metropolis, where
they have all the evil and none of the
good of the town — are, as a general
rule, much more civilised, and much
more civil. I am strongly supported
by the evidence of the traveller, Mr
Catlin, who found true nobility of
manner and action among the so-called
savages of the Far West, so that he
was painfully impressed by the con-
trast when he returned among the
centralised citizens of the free and
enlightened Republic. Of all people
in the world the Arabs are the least
centralised, and the most thoroughly
well-bred. The reason is obvious :
when men are all treading on each
other's heels, they hate every face
that they meet and do not know, as a
cur does. They are like people quar-
relling in a wreck for a piece of floating
timber. Not so where men are rare ;
there humanity and courtesy gain
their natural ascendancy ; and all the
evils of the spirit of centralisation are
but a bagatelle compared with this —
that it tends to depopulate the coun-
try, and increase the population of
the towns. As for your agricultural
machinery and high-farming
IREN^US.— Well, I think you are
going a little too far. We shall have
you advocating the burning of thresh-
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TLEPOLEMUS. — Well, I am not pre-
pared to say that I shall not, the chief
objections to such summary justice
being its illegality, and the laws being
made not quite fairly at present, as
they are made only by and for the
towns. The peasant says that these
things take the bread out of his mouth.
Those who advocate them say not ;
for that they multiply and cheapen
food, and therefore they enable the
labourer to live better on lower wages.
But their chief evil is — although this
instinct may not be quite correct —
that they induce the labourer, by the
hope of bettering his condition, to go
from the country to the town, where
work is better paid. The more you
centralise labour, the most you cen-
tralise mankind ; and in proportion as
you do work in this way wholesale,
is it badly, clumsily, and inefficiently
done. We all know how much better
things are worked by hand than by
machinery, as a general rule; and how
we are obliged to seek our best woollen
socks for shooting, and so on, in the
Shetland Islands or Connemara ; and
for this plain reason, that God made
the hands, but man made the ma-
chinery ; so that hand-made works
are but God's works second-hand,
while machine-made works are third
or fourth-hand. Not to put too fine
a point on this argument, the general
fact that centralisation depopulates
the rural districts is, I think, indis-
putable.
IREN^US. — Well then?
TLEPOLEMUS. — Well then ; the
more you destroy provincialism, the
more you destroy nationality. Every
provincial tie is an additional nucleus
of national strength in the body politic
of a country. 1 lament that the feel-
ing is dying away. What is Corn-
wall now, for instance, but a mere
part of England ? and it is but one
step more that England should become
a mere part of Europe. In the time
of the Second James was made an
old patriotic song, when the bishops
were in danger, one being a Cornish-
man, beginning —
" Shall Trelawney die ?
Then forty thousand Cornishmen shall know
the reason why."
IREN.EUS.— If Trelawney had been
an Englishman at large, you do not
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suppose he would have excited the
same interest.
TLEPOLEMUS.— Certainly not ; but
at that time Cornwall was not a clan
on a large scale. England is becom-
ing now such a generalisation, that
one's blood does not boil when an
Englishman is insulted abroad as it
would were the idea more condensed ;
and as for feeling proud of belonging
to such an aggregate, it is an exceed-
ingly difficult matter. If the respect-
able family of the Smiths were not so
numerous, they might be as proud
of their name as any other. I quoted
a song. It is odd that England has
produced so few truly national songs.
When you have said " Chevy Chase"
and " Rule Britannia," you have al-
most said all. And " Rule Britannia"
was the production of a cosmopolitan
poet, not a voice of nature. Scotland,
Ireland, and I believe Wales, are far
better off in this matter. What north-
countryman's blood is not stirred by
the first words of " Scots wha hae wi'
Wallace bled ?" or " Wha wadna fecht
for Charlie ?" or " Bonnie Dundee? "
No matter that the feeling with which
such songs originated has been modi-
fied ; they are chains of gold which bind
the heart of a people, and keep it in
its right place. Other provinces as
well as Cornwall have their songs,
and long may they continue to be
sung. There is one in Gloucestershire,
for instance, sung at the anniversaries of
the Gloucestershire Society, of ancient
renown, and still enduring popularity,
commencing —
" The stoans that built George Ridler's oven."
I am afraid to quote more, for fear
of quoting wrong. And of the same
sort are the toasts of particular coun-
ties, such as the " Friends all round
the Wrekin" of the Salopian. No one
ever fancied that any of these effusions
were disloyal to the empire. The very
Jacobite songs themselves, firebrands
of rebellion as they must have been
at first, if they have any effect now,
have that of attaching the affections
of the Scottish nation to the actual
reigning dynasty, and our good Queen
has shown in time past her apprecia-
tion of the fact, by listening to them
with marked approbation. The songs
of a nation, it has been often and aptly
remarked, are more important even
than its laws, and we know that an
era of improvement in the British
navy began with the introduction of
the sea-songs composed by Dibdin.
What I have said of songs applies
equally to provincial idioms ; they have
often poetry in them peculiarly their
own, and ought by all means to be
kept up and cultivated ; and it is well
that some of our young ladies should
bear this in mind, who, with the best
intentions, endeavour to substitute in
their parochial school a spurious Cock -
neyism for provincialisms of etymo-
logy and pronunciation. From ignor-
ance of gardening, they pull up flowers
when they imagine they are only
weeding.
IREN^US. — Yet provincialism seems
destined to die a natural death, like
chivalry; and those who attempt to
revive it in these days seem to me to
be a clique of idle dilettanti who want
to be put about some earnest work.
What do you say, for instance, to
that Scottish movement, and the
abortive attempts of the Irish national
party to reconquer their country's in-
dependence ?
TLEPOLEMUS. — It is a shame to
mention the two things in the same
breath. The Scottish national move-
ment— I say nothing about its details
— is essentially conservative ; the
Irish movement simply aimed at the
dismemberment and destruction of the
British empire, and the glorification
of a few hair-brained demagogues.
The more you can attach people by
local associations to the soil from
which they sprang, the more firmly
do you root them in the soil of their
common country. The power which
centralisation gives is vain and illu-
sory. One strong place — and that
too large to be strong — is created, and
all other spots are proportion ally weak.
It is a fictitious and a local strength,
like the juncture of a broken bone.
It ends with the centre absorbing the
parts, and being all in all itself— just
as I have read a story which I think
apocryphal, but still much to the
point, of a single great pike in a
pond in Ireland absorbing all the
other fish, and growing so large that
at last he took up the place of all the
water in the pond, and accordingly
. died the death he deserved. It is,
indeed, no laughing matter ; we, with
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our centralised populations, numerous
as they are, have taken up the glove
which Russia has thrown us ; I should
like to know what we could have done
without France. We have already been
obliged to hawk bounties for mercenary
troops over half Europe, and the other
half, suspecting our wares, has driven
us from its doors with insult; and
many of us seem to think that we are
to do nothing but make dives in our
pockets, and let France fight for us.
IREN^EUS. — Why, we could not
have done much by land, it is true,
but we might have blockaded her
ports, and shut her out of the sea. We
never pretended to be a great military
nation.
TLEPOLEMUS. — I am almost angered
by hearing this old exploded dictum
from your mouth ; back you go to it
again, like a dog to — his buried and
putrid store of bones. I won't take
the trouble to answer it, merely ob-
serving that we measured our strength
at Agincourt with the first military
nation in the world, and this with
Scotland, now an integral part of our
empire, then as foreign and as hostile
as France. But Englishmen were all
men-at-arms or archers in those days.
It is quite certain that soldiers we can-
not have in sufficient abundance to
carry on war creditably, and worthily of
our great name, unless we have a large,
healthy, sturdy, rural population with
some hands to spare. It is kept far
too much out of sight, that every
single man in the country ought to be
reckoned upon as a soldier in his coun-
try's need, and that without pay; and
it is a man's duty to lead that sort of
life which shall make him the most effi-
cient soldier. For this purpose there
is nothing like both the work and
the play of the country. Our citi-
zens very patriotically, and much to
their credit, get up rifle-clubs, and then
are in a difficulty as to places where
they can practise with safety; and
practise they must, because they are
not shots by nature.
IRENJBUS. — You would not have
respectable fathers of families keeping
themselves in training for the Crimea,
the swamps of the Irrawaddy, or the
Australian diggings ?
TLEPOLEMUS. — Such services are
exceptional, and ought not, I think,
to be forced on any man. And per-
haps the same might be said of nearly
all our foreign service. But it is every
m an's duty to consider himself a soldier,
if necessary, for the defence of his coun-
try, and any enemy who sets his foot
on British ground ought thus to ex-
pect to meet, in a few hours' time, by
means of the railroads
IREN.EUS. — Centralisation !
TLEPOLEMUS. — Don't interrupt.
Half-a-million of Britons in arms.
What would twenty thousand men
meet if they landed now, but half-a-
dozen babies in arms of as many Brit-
ish mothers?
IREISLEUS. — God bless them !
TLEPOLEMUS. — Amen. But our
boast is that of the Spartan, that our
women have never seen the smoke of
the enemy's camp. Have we as good
grounds as they ? The Spartan wo-
men saw it not, because the stout
hearts of the men came in the way.
The Englishwomen have seen it once,
perhaps, over the straits at Boulogne.
In their case, hearts of men were the
obstacle, in ours heart of oak, and the
element which bore it. But trusting
to walls, even wooden ones, is not
right, with the stakes that we hold.
We ought to pay just as much atten-
tion to our army as if the Straits of
Dover were bridged overv or tunnelled
under ; and this not from distrust of
our gallant seamen, but from the pos-
sibility of accidents happening with
that element which Britannia pro-
fesses to rule. We put a French war
for the present out of the question ;
but an American war might arise at
any time. We might be exposed, if
not to danger, like the one-eyed stag
in the fable, at any rate to insult on
the side of the sea. In fact, a self-
respecting nation ought to be prepared
for all contingencies. Why, only the
other day King Bomba, after insult-
ing the Emperor of Russia because he
heard the false report of his losing
Sebastopol after the Alma, thought
fit to insult an Englishman attached
to the Embassy, thinking with equal
wisdom, from our delay in taking
Sebastopol, that our military power at
any rate was at its lowest ebb.
IRESLEUS. — But I believe that even
if it was so, the flow is setting in, and
a reaction is taking place in other
matters as well ; thus the most gloomy
view is not the true one.
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TLEPOLEMUS. — No thanks to our
Legislature ! but thanks where thanks
are due. The manhood of the coun-
try, and the chivalry of the country,
is becoming reversed, and will speedily
cast off the bondage to which it has
been subjected, by the long tenure of
power of a covetous, unprincipled, and
anti-national faction. The impostors
who have been so long duping the
people by pretending to be their
friends, are fast being unmasked.
They would have brought greater
evils on the country ere this, but that
those evils have in mercy been averted.
The discovery of Australian gold cre-
ated an antidote to free trade which
robbed it of half of its pernicious
effects. The exposure of the wholesale
corruption of popular constituencies,
and the rejection of the best men from
Parliament by the extension of the
franchise, has aided to open the eyes
of the people to the true tendency of
democratic institutions, and to show
them that their only result is to sub-
stitute a tyranny of wealth for the
legitimate rule of elements influential
from other causes. Last of all, the
war has torn the mask from the face
of centralisation. And again, central-
isation bears in some measure its cure
within itself. London dies in the
middle, becomes unpeopled, and
spreads itself in the suburbs, as cer-
tain plants spread their seedlings in
circles round the original clump which
dies away. If it goes on for ever as
it is going on now, the radius of the
suburbs will in time engross England,
and then we may expect again to see
the corn waving in Lincoln's Inn
Fields. There is a beneficent provision
of nature by which evils cure them-
selves, and evil means produce good
ends; this prevents us from undue
croaking, but at the same time it does
not change the character of evil, or
change deterioration and destruction
into wholesome growth. It is little
consolation for me to be told that when
I die, I shall fertilise the earth, and
the earth will feed cows, and the cows
will feed the men that live after me.
I love my own individuality, and
think it right for that reason to respect
other individualities, both of persons,
things, and institutions. Centralisa-
tion will go on, and we cannot help it ;
and so will the age of ourselves and
our country go on, till we and it fall
into decrepitude. But why attempt to
hasten our own decay by dissolute ha-
bits— or our country's, by political or
social dissipation? We can do some-
thing even to arrest a law of nature.
The law declares that such a process
is to be, it does not declare at what
pace it is to proceed. But when we
ourselves are concerned in the preser-
vation of our youth, we know better
how to act than when we are concern-
ed with the preservation of that of our
country. And the mistake arises from
a mistake in the use of names. Anti-
quity is the youth of a country, and
every man who strives to preserve the
records of the past, or recall the feel-
ings of the past, or restore the institu-
tions of the past, is one who, whether
he seeks to restore the good or the
evil, is at all events labouring to keep
up as long as possible his country's
youth, vitality, and vigour — is striving
to hold her back, so that she shall not
be driven with shipwreck rapidity
down the stream of time. And after
all, it is with a country much as with
a man ; all the glories of age are
nothing to the freshness of youth.
"The myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty
Are worth all life's laurels, though never so
plenty."
And again —
" Give me back, give me hack, the wild fresh-
ness of morning ;
Its smiles and its tears are worth evening's
best light."
The only fear is, that in the war of
innovation and conservatism, or re-
storation, poor John Bull should fall
into the plight of the elderly gentle-
man in the fable, who had two wives,
one young and the other old, one
weeding out the grey hairs, and the
other the black, till in the end he was
left as bald as when he first made his
appearance on life's stage.
IKEN^TJS. — But it is time to be go-
ing. The last train to town
TLEPOLEMUS. — Time was made for
slaves. "We cannot help it; we are
so. And yet we are Britons, and have
boasted that we would never be so.
Alas ! centralisation reigns — having
deposed British Freedom,
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THE STORY OF THE CAMPAIGN.
CHAP. XXVII. — PROGRESS OP THE SIEGE.
DURING July and August the in-
terest of the siege was concentred in
the attack of the Malakoff, as little
progress could be made with the works
before the Redan, owing to the nature
of the ground ; while the French at-
tack on the bastions before the town
had been for months stationary. In
Chap. XXL, speculating on the
various methods of continuing the
contest, I remarked that, if the attack
by regular siege operations were per-
sisted in, the siege would resolve itself
into several sieges, each demanding
much labour and time; and that a
consecutive attack on the different
outworks would require months to
accomplish. It appears, however,
that this objection of long delay was
held less powerful than the obstacles
to more prompt and comprehensive
designs, and the advance on the
Malakoff had been patiently prose-
cuted for a quarter of a year; and
now, for the first time, the operations,
thus confined by the suspension of the
other attacks to a point, presented
the appearance of an ordinary siege.
On its own right, the works crown-
ing the Malakoff hill are extended
down the slope in a series of batteries
to the ravine which separates it from
the Redan. On its left, other works
extend to the great harbour, ter-
minating at a point below Careening
Bay, on the opposite side of which
the French had placed batteries.
Thus the Russian line of intrench-
ment, from the salient of the Malakoff
to the harbour, about the middle of
which was a smaller work (called the
Little Redan by us, by the French
Redan de Carenage), was to a cer-
tain extent enclosed by a larger arc
of attack; and the captured Mammelon
became the base of the attack of the
Malakoff. These two hills are about
500 yards apart, the slope of the
Mammelon being rather more abrupt
than the opposing one, which rises in
a gentle, gradual glacis to the foot of
the ditch. Down one slope, and up
the other, the French sap was pushed
in a network of trenches, advancing
on the two salients of the Malakoff
and the Little Redan, and connecting
the advances by parallels. It is a
general rule that a second parallel
cannot be formed till the artillery of
the assailed work, and of those that
flank it, is silenced. Such was not
the case here. Had a fire been con-
centrated on the Malakoff for the
purpose of silencing it, the Redan
would have supported it by opening
on the aggressive batteries; these and
others would have replied in their own
defence, and so the cannonade would
become general along the whole line;
and to expend ammunition which
cost so much labour to accumulate
on so extensive a scale, was a
serious consideration : therefore the
French continued to advance under a
fire which, though desultory, and held
in check by the English batteries as
well as their own, never ceased to
annoy them. A loss of a hundred
men a-night, and sometimes greatly
exceeding that number, testified that
the rules of military science, the
result of long experience in war, can-
not be disregarded with impunity.
But there was no help for it ; the
bloodless method of conducting ap-
proaches detailed by Vauban is based
on the certainty that the enemy's
guns, silenced or disabled by an
overpowering fire, cannot be re-
placed, as they were here, from a
full arsenal, and the damaged works
easily repaired ; so the French had to
make the best of it. The fire of the
Malakoff itself was in some degree
kept down by riflemen in the advanced
trenches ; but a few guns in the low
batteries on each side dropped missiles
into the parallels and batteries, from
whence they were often themselves
unseen. In spite of these, the ap-
proaches continued steadily to advance
on the salients, and to be connected
by long parallels and communications,
till, on reaching a certain point about
eighty yards from the ditch, it was
found impossible to proceed without
first silencing some guns whose fire
generally destroyed in the day the
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work of the preceding night. With
this view our batteries were to be
opened again on the 17th, not in a
general cannonade, but directed to
this special object. The battle of the
16th did not retard the execution of
the design, and the English guns
opened next morning ; but as the
French on our left hardly fired at
all, the Russians were enabled to
concentrate their guns on our most
advanced batteries, some of which
suffered considerably, and where we
lost some valuable artillery officers.
Captain Oldfield, who had shown the
greatest energy throughout the siege,
and entirely devoted himself to the
trenches, was killed by a piece of
shell striking him on the temple ;
Commander Hammett, R.N., by a
round shot ; and Major Henry, R.A.,
promoted for previous service in the
trenches, lost his right arm. The
object of the cannonade, which was
steadily maintained, was quite secured
by the damage done to the enemy's
batteries. At six in the evening a
magazine blew up in a work between
the Malakoff and Redan, and a num-
ber of shells there accumulated were
hurled into the air, exploding in all
directions ; the occupants of the bat-
tery were seen leaping outside their
parapets in consternation, and the
mortars which the shells were intended
to supply were completely silenced ;
and the guns whose fire had been so
mischievous being also quieted, the
French were enabled to continue their
approaches on the night of the 18th
and following day. On the night
of the 18th it became known to us
that large bodies were assembled with-
in the enemy's works, and a heavy
fire of mortars was directed on them,
which must have proved very destruc-
tive. They lined the parapets and
opened a heavy musketry fire, which
was replied to by us and the French ;
but no sortie was attempted, and the
fire of small-arms soon ceased. On
some subsequent nights the same
incident occurred ; but whether the
enemy's troops were placed in the
works to resist an anticipated attack
from us, or to make a sortie, which
was not afterwards found practicable,
we did not learn.
On the 20th, some rockets from the
advance of our right attack fired the
Karabelnaia suburb, situated behind
the Malakoff, which consists of a great
number of small houses adjacent to
though not adjoining each other, in
which the troops for the defence of
this part of the Russian works reside.
When the alarm of fire was given
there, a great number of soldiers
thronged out in disorder, and a mul-
titude of carts made their appearance.
At first only one of our guns bore on
the crowded space between the houses,
from whence the troops attempted to
pass towards the Malakoff after each
discharge. By widening an embra-
sure, a second gun was brought to
bear on them with spherical case, and
proved very destructive — prostrate
men, broken carts, and runaway horses
marking its effect. The fire continued
to burn all day, and destroyed several
houses, and others were frequently
set on fire afterwards by rockets, while
the guns continued to enfilade the
streets of the suburb whenever a few
persons were visible.
Towards evening on the 20th, the
French batteries on our left before the
town, suddenly opened, without warn-
ing, and in a short time the Russians
replied from the bastions covering the
town, and from the Creek and Barrack
Batteries. On both sides the firing was
extremely violent till dark. I was in
the third parallel of our left attack at
the time ; and never beheld a more
splendid spectacle than the setting of
the sun behind the Bastion du Mat.
Purple masses lay on the horizon, be-
coming luminous as the sun passed
behind them, till the whole western
sky was in a softened glow of orange,
with red and crimson of every grada-
tion in the cloudy glories around and
above the orb. Against the fiery
space was sharply cut the purple line
of the enemy's rampart —
" A looming bastion fringed with fire,"
whence the smoke from the cannon
curled upward in dark blue wreaths
with rosy edges. Sometimes a shell,
bursting high, left a compact rounded
cloud tinged with light, till it was
slowly dissipated in streaks as of blood,
while the din of the cannonade, rever-
berated from all the ravines in pro-
longed peals, filled the air. On leav-
ing the batteries at dusk, I found that
my horse, which I had left tied up in
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the ravine below the second parallel,
had broken loose, frightened by the
uproar and by some shells which burst
near him, and made off. The ravine,
besides being about three miles long,
has several branches, some towards
the French camp, some towards our
own, and on the side of one of the lat-
ter the sailors are encamped ; so that,
besides the walk home late and hungry,
there was a very good prospect of my
horse being stolen, or, at any rate, if
fortunately recovered, yet without
saddle or bridle. The sailors had long
been notorious horse - appropriators,
while the public, including everybody
whose horse was not stolen, had agreed
to look on the proceedings of " Jack,"
and the " honest tar," as they affec-
tionately term our naval friends, as
rather eccentric than felonious, so
that, considering the indulgence with
which these speculations in horse flesh
were regarded, they may on the whole
be praised for their moderation. On
reaching home, however, I found the
knowing animal had arrived a short
time before me (having stopped to
water on the road), bringing his saddle
and bridle with him, and creating
some doubt as to the probable fate of
his rider.
A few days before this opening of
the batteries, I visited the Mammelon
and the advanced batteries before the
Malakoff. A broad road passed over
the rampart of the former work, where
the guns had once looked on the
French lines, while what had been its
gorge or rear when the enemy held it,
was now a formidable battery, as yet
unmasked, but completed, armed, and
ready to open on its old ally the Round
Tower. The interior was still in a
state of great confusion ; Russian
guns were lying dismounted and
half-buried, platforms shattered, gun-
carriages with their trucks in the
air, and the numerous traverses which
the Russians had thrown up for
protection from our shells, were pound-
ed and blown by explosions into
shapeless heaps, making the interior
of theredoubt look like anewly-opened
quarry. From one of its angles a
path led to the advanced trenches and
batteries, the latter beautifully finish-
ed and revetted with fascines, the
guns already in them, and nothing
wanting but the removal of the screen
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of earth still hiding the embrasures to
enable them to open. The work was
greatly facilitated by the nature of the
soil, which was clayey, and might
be cut like a cheese to the required
depth, while, in most other parts of
our extensive lines, the trenches had
been quarried with infinite toil through
solid rocks, and among huge pebbles
and imbedded flints, where the tools
were broken and blunted, the arms of
the workmen jarred, and the weary
night's work scarcely afforded the
satisfaction of a perceptible advance.
In one part of these lines a kind of
watch-tower, indistinguishable from
without, had been erected, where the
French generals, looking through three
loopholes, rendered quite bullet-proof
with timber and sandbags, might con-
veniently watch the progress of affairs ;
and near at hand was a spacious
subterranean chamber, cool as an ice-
house though the day was very hot,
where the commanding officers of
the trenches might sit unmolested
by shot and shell, ready to issue such
orders as might be needful. In a beam
over the entrance stuck a large shot,
there arrested in its flight. As we
entered the Mammelon, a French mor-
tar-battery on the right was throwing
shells which probably galled the
enemy, for on pausing in it in return-
ing, to make some sketches of the
works and men in the interior, such
flights of shells from the Malakoff
alighted and exploded within as ren-
dered the operation of drawing some-
what difficult and interrupted.
On the night of the 27th, the whole
camp was aroused, shortly after mid-
night, by a tremendous explosion, and
beyond the Mammelon might be seen,
in the moonlight, a huge white cloud,
casting acres of shadow as it spread
and slowly dispersed. A magazine
made by the Russians in the Mamme-
lon, in which the French had placed
35,000 pounds of powder, had been
blown up by a shell — more than a
hundred Frenchmen lay prostrate,
bruised or scorched, of whom about
thirty were killed on the spot; and beams
were hurled through the air to a distance
of seven hundred yards, wounding men
in our trenches. Time was when the
Russians would have seized the op-
portunity to pour shot and shell on
the scene of ruin, or have followed up
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the accidental success by a sortie;
but perhaps imagining this to be the
explosion of the mine that was to
breach their own ramparts, they re-
mained silent ; while the English ar-
tillery opened on the Malakoff, in
order to anticipate a sally or a can-
nonade, and to cover the necessary
confusion of their allies. Beyond the
loss of life, no serious damage was
done by this explosion, which left, in
token of its occurrence, a vast crater
like a quarry in the middle of the
Mammelon.
CHAPTER XXVIII.— BATTLE OF THE TBAKTIR BRIDGE.
Intelligence of an intended attack
had reached the camp of so reliable a
nature that, on the morning of the
13th August, the whole army was
under arms before dawn, pursuant to
the orders of the night before. The
trenches were fully manned, strong
columns guarded the ravines, and
other bodies lined the rear of the ridge
in support, in expectation of a sally
from the town — and shortly after
midnight light sleepers might have
been roused by the rumble of wheels,
as the field-artillery passed through
the camps towards its appointed posi-
tion in the front. The expected
attack was eagerly awaited, in full
confidence that the enemy would be
driven back shattered and discomfited
to their defences ; but day broke, and
showed the line of works silent, and
no preparation apparent, on the side
of the Russians, for an action. When
it became evident that the attack, if
designed, was postponed, our troops
returned to their encampments. Still
the impression continued strong that
the enemy, who had, as we knew,
been largely reinforced, were about to
try their fortune in an assault on our
position. There could be but one
object in sending troops in any con-
siderable numbers to the south of the
Crimea, where it must be so difficult
to maintain them even for a short
time — and that object must have been
a sudden and powerful attempt to
raise the siege — and the truth of this
general impression was soon con-
firmed.
The cluster of heights on our side
of the Tchernaya, which have before
been described as dividing part of the
broad valley extending from the har-
bour of Sebastopol to that of Bala-
klava into two defiles, were occupied,
when General Pelissier assumed the
command of the army, by the French,
at first under Canrobert, and when
that General returned to France,
under General Herbillon, an old offi-
cer, commonly called by the troops
Le pere Herbillon. These heights,
lower than the plateaus, and of insig-
nificant elevation compared with the
surrounding mountain-ranges, are as-
cended by easy slopes, are smooth and
grassy at the top, 'and are furrowed
by deep chasms, in one of which lies
the road to the Traktir bridge over
the Tchernaya, which the French had
fortified. Other and more abrupt
hills rise to the right on both sides of
the river, and these were crowned by
Sardinian advanced posts — but in
front of the French the ground, beyond
the Tchernaya, extends in level mea-
dows to the wide plain which winds
round the base of the great plateau of
Inkermann.
Down this plain a Russian army of
6000 cavalry, five divisions of infantry,
and twenty field-batteries, was march-
ed from the heights of Mackenzie's
Farm, and drawn up in the night of
the 15th, while a smaller force of in-
fantry and guns appeared near Tcher-
goum. At daybreak the attack was
opened by the Russian guns, drawn
up at long range, and the Sardinian
outposts being at once driven in, the
hill they had held across the river was
occupied by a Russian field-battery.
These were opposed by the French
batteries drawn up, some across the
heights, some along the bank of the
river, in which latter position a bat-
tery of horse - artillery suffered very
severely.
The Russian infantry advanced to
the attack in columns and reached the
river, now an inconsiderable streamlet
knee deep, which some crossed, while
others assailed the tete-du-pont or
field-work covering the bridge. After
a sharp conflict the Russians carried
this, and the whole advanced to
the heights which rise almost directly
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from the river's bank at this point ;
but to the left and right of the bridge
a second obstacle remained to be
crossed in the shape of the aqueduct,
a small canal, six feet wide and three
deep. Numbers of Russians fell on
the bank of this ; but others, crossing
and joining those who had forced the
passage of the bridge, passed along
the road and up the heights on each
side. Here the French infantry met
them, and after a short struggle, the
enemy, leaving three or four hundred
dead and wounded, fled tumultuously
down to the river, mixed up with the
pursuing French, plunged in and
crossed it, and continued their flight
across the meadows beyond, pursued
by the fire of the infantry, who halted
at the stream, and of the French guns,
which ploughed through the fugitive
masses, killing hundreds. If the
French cavalry, crossing the river
above, near the Sardinians, had
charged along these meadows, mul-
titudes of prisoners might have been
made ; but the position of the Russian
battery on the hill before occupied by
the Sardinians was probably what
prevented this movement. A feeble
attack made on the Piedmontese in
the valley of Tchergoum was also
easily repulsed, with the co-operation
of some 8-iiich howitzers we had lent
to the Sardinians, and an English bat-
tery of 32-pound howitzers, which
compelled a Russian battery of lighter
metal to withdraw. An attempt
against the left of the heights, where
they look towards the Ruins of Inker-
mann, was also made, the Russians
advancing to the white house near
the pond at their base, but it met no
better success than the others.
At eight o'clock A.M. the enemy's
infantry, entirely repulsed, had with-
drawn behind the line of cavalry and
guns, and there re-formed in deep
square columns, out of cannon-shot.
Their artillery on the heights still con-
tinued to exchange shots with the
opposite French batteries, while some
French rockets from the plateau flew
to an extraordinary distance, explod-
ing among bodies of the enemy so far
off, that it was difficult to ascertain
through the telescope whether they
were cavalry or infantry. Large re-
inforcements arrived at this time for
the French, including the Imperial
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Guard, which had left the plateau a
short time before. A considerable
number of French troops were crowded
down the road to the bridge, when
the enemy suddenly discharged salvos
from some heavy guns, on a knoll
forming one of the roots of the cliff of
the plateau of Inkermann, and some of
the shells pitched with good aim on
the tete-du-pont and the slopes
around. This, repeated twice or
thrice, was the last effort of the enemy
to revenge their defeat ; their battery
on the Sardinian height was with-
drawn, together with the cavalry sup-
porting it, and the Piedmontese lan-
cers immediately advanced, some onto
the meadows of the plain, and others
(consisting of a troop supported by a
company of riflemen) followed the
enemy as they quitted the heights.
Joining the advance of this troop,
I passed through the intrenchments
taken from the Sardinian outposts,
where the struggle had been but slight,
for I saw only three dead Russians,
and one ammunition waggon, blown
up afterwards by a shell, remaining as
traces of conflict. Advancing along
these heights we came on the cover-
ers of the Russian rearguard, distant
about a carbine shot, in a line of single
horsemen. Behind appeared a larger
body, and on our left on the plain,
still drawn up as before, awaiting,
perhaps, a charge which they hoped
to make as disastrous to the Allies as
that of Balaklava, were the cavalry
and guns, those nearest, close enough
for the colour of the horses and the
uniforms to be discernible, and on the
right were what looked like cuiras-
siers with two long standards flying.
Along the plain, and all the way up
the dusty chalky road that leads to
Mackenzie's Farm on the plateau, filed
the retiring infantry. It certainly ap-
peared to me that, if the attention of
the enemy had been engaged by a
feint in front, a strong body of cavalry
and light guns might have formed on
these heights, the slopes of which to
the plain are of easy descent, and
thence have poured down on the ene -
my before they could have change d
their front, and rolled them up and
cut them to pieces long ere the infan -
try could have returned to their sup -
port. However, the opportunity ,
whether good or objectionable, was
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allowed to pass, and the enemy here,
as well as in the valley of Tchergoum,
retired unmolested. The latter force
was to have been supported, it is said,
by another Russian division, which,
however, halted at Aitodor, — and ru-
mour goes on to say that its general
was disgraced, and the division, as a
punishment for its non - appearance,
sent to form part of the garrison of
Sebastopol.
The Russians, who were command-
ed by Prince Gortchakoff, left, accord-
ing to the French returns, 2700 dead
on the field, some on the slopes of the
heights held by the French, most on
the meadow beyond the river, and a
good many had fallen between the
river and the watercourse, which here
branches off as the acqueduct of Se-
bastopol, for the crossing of which
many of the Russians were provided
with small portable bridges of plank.
Including the wounded, 2200 prison-
ers remained with the French, and the
enemy's loss was estimated, in all, at
10,000. The French lost less than 800
killed and wounded (many of the latter
slightly), and the Sardinians 200.
The immediate object of this attack
was to obtain possession of the heights
held by the French. This would have
conferred on the enemy the advantage
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of the river as a watering-place for the
cavalry and troops, of which we should
have been deprived ; it would have
enabled them to act against the Sar-
dinians on the right, and our detach-
ments at Baidar, whose position would
have been somewhat awkward, though
they would probably have effected their
j unction with the army by the road along
the cliffs ; and it would have served as
a point to make an attack against the
plateau, in co-operation with a sortie
from the town. A detailed plan of
attack on these bases, including also
the capture of Balaklava, was found
on the body of-General Read, a Rus-
sian officer. But the enemy never
at anytime had any prospect of suc-
cess, and the attempt seems to have
been dictated by desperation.
While the French were removing
the wounded of the enemy from the
battle-field, the Russian batteries did
not cease to fire on that part of the
ground ; General Pelissier therefore
sent to say that he would not bury
the Russian dead, but, if they pleased,
they might have a truce for the pur-
pose. On the 18th a party of Russi-
ans, escorted by a detachment of Cos-
sacks, mounted on shabby ill-fed
ponies, came down to the Tchernaya
to inter the bodies.
CHAPTER XXIX. — A CRISIS IN THE CAMPAIGN.
As our prospects changed with the
advance of the works, so did new
features disclose themselves in the
operations of the enemy. Thrown
from the shore of the north side of the
harbour opposite Fort Nicholas, the
rudiments of a bridge appeared, made
of rafts, moored side by side. After
the battle of the 16th, the work pro-
ceeded with increased diligence, and
about the 26th or 27th it stretched
completely across to the point of rock
on which Fort Nicholas is built, and
was speedily put into operation, great
trains of vehicles moving incessantly
across, conveying articles, apparently
of furniture, to the north shore. We
had looked attentively for the comple-
tion of this bridge — rumour said that,
as soon as large bodies of troops should
be enabled to move across with ease
and celerity, a simultaneous attack
would be made from the town, and by
the army on the heights, the latter
aiming at Balaklava, while the force
sallying from the town would distract
our attention, and, if successful, effect
a junction with their comrades across
the plateau. This comprehensive
scheme was perhaps the same that
had been so early blighted in the at-
tack of the 16th, when the sanguine
expectations of our opponents met
with something the same fate as those
of Alnaschar, the barber's brother,
who saw his way clearly, by succes-
sive steps, to the post of Grand Vizier
and son-in-law to the caliph, till he
was roused from his dreams by the
shattering of the basket of glass which
was to be the foundation of his for-
tunes. On that memorable occasion
Pelissier might truly have remarked
to Gortchakoff, " C'est le premier
pas qui coute." However, the belief
remained strong that the Russian
army had been reinforced for the spe-
cial purpose of immediately attacking
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us, that the Czar's orders so to attack
were imperative, and that the condi-
tion of the enemy's troops, too nume-
rous for their supplies, and threatened
with starvation, or a retreat in winter,
admitted of no alternative, but at once
to attack, or at once to retire. Seve-
ral false alarms placed the army under
arms at day-break, and on three or
four occasions the onset was confi-
dently looked for by the generals. On
the first of these, staff-officers, warn-
ed over- night, were ready to issue
forth before dawn, each with a feed of
corn hanging from his horse's crupper,
and biscuit and brandy in the leather
pocket attached to the saddle, that
both steed and rider might be prepar-
ed for a long day's work. Living a
little apart, I missed the others, and
followed in the darkness, not knowing
which road they had taken, till, as I
descended a hill, I saw on the rise
over me, against the sky, the dark
shapes of the detachment of lancers
forming the commander -in -chief's
escort, their weapons, with the square
pennons blown out by the night wind,
giving them, in the gloom, the ap-
pearance of the bannered towers of
a castle. As we gained the verge of
the plateau, the first salmon-coloured
streak of dawn appeared ; all was
silent, and no light visible beyond the
sparks, like fireflies, which marked
the clustered lines of French and Sar-
dinians on the mounds of the valley ;
and, as day broke, the only object in
front of the allies was a thin white
mist steaming up from the river ; but
no sign of a foe. This was repeated
on several subsequent occasions, but
— except the opportunities afforded of
studying different specimens of sun-
rise— without any notable result.
On the 5th September the cannon-
ade re-commenced, slowly and steadily
at first, on our part and on the part of
the French before the Malakoflf; but on
the works before the town with a
vigour greater and more sustained than
in any previous fire from the French
batteries. At night a frigate in the
harbour was set on fire by a shell
from the French, and burnt to the
water's edge, lighting up the whole
harbour. On this day the Eussians
made a reconnoissance in force
(10,000 to 15,000) at Tchergoum.
There they could find little to en-
courage them for another attack.
The French position, which they failed
to take on the 16th, was now greatly
strengthened. The tete-du-pont was
thickened and revetted, lines of
trenches surrounded the bases and
summits of the heights ; on the left,
towards Inkermann, a watercourse
from the Tchernaya which fills a re-
servoir had been bordered with a para-
pet. A battery' for guns had also
been constructed there, another on
the middle of the heights, and others
looked on the bridge, especially one
for 12 guns, in the road leading down
to the bridge, which, as well as the ap-
proach from beyond the river, was
completely swept by it.
On the 6th the French before the
town continued to fire vigorously.
Sometimes, after a lull of an hour or
two, all their batteries would suddenly
open together, and the volleys of
smoke would increase and mingle till
the whole ground presented the ap-
pearance of the burning of a hundred
farm-steads with all their stacks and
barns. The Russians on these days,
and on the 7th, replied but feebly.
On the afternoon of the 7th one of
the two-deckers in the harbour was
set on fire by a shell from a mortar,
and burnt all night. This was the
eve of the assault, the orders for which,
detailing the divisions of attack, were
issued in the afternoon, and the hour
fixed for noon.
Thus it seemed as if all the efforts
of Russia to raise the siege had only
enabled Jier to collect a number of
military spectators at the final struggle
for the prize. And, supposing the
war destined to continue, it would
have been better for her had Sebasto-
pol been carried in 1854 by a coup-de-
main. The efforts to reinforce the
garrison, and to maintain the army
outside, must have been most ex-
haustive. Every man, every shot and
barrel of powder, and every sack of
grain that reached Sebastopol, must
have been transmitted at ruinous cost,
and the maintenance of the garrison
and the army on the heights must
have been as expensive as that of a
five-fold force on the frontiers of Tur-
key, Austria, or Poland. The want
of roads in Southern Russia, from the
clayey nature of the soil, where no
stones, or even pebbles, are to be met
with for a hundred miles together, the
fewness of towns, and the sparse po-
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pulation, all render the collection and
transmission of convoys more difficult
to Russia than to any country of
Europe. It is less easy to create a
road in a boggy steppe than to carry
one over the Alps. Hence the main-
tenance of Sebastopol was a perpetual
and debilitating drain on the resources
of Russia, in men, money, and material.
It has been said that the credit of
holding Sebastopol against all the
efforts of the Allies must have an im-
portant effect on the relations of Rus-
sia with the Asiatic powers. When
it is remembered that- Sebastopol,
never a trading port, was inaccessible
to the ships of other nations, and that
it had never made its influence actu-
ally felt as dominant in the Black
Sea, the political importance of its
defence seems much overrated ; and
after the Sea of Azoff was occupied by
the Allies, and Anapa abandoned, the
small portion of prestige yet remain-
ing to Russia, in the possession of
Sebastopol, seems scarcely worth the
ruinous efforts made to maintain it.
More, if the object of France and
England were to exhaust as speedily
as possible the defensive resources of
Russia, and to protract the war till
their enemy should be shorn of his
vast military powers, it would even
have been wise policy (but for the
impatience for results manifested by
the two nations) to delay the assault
of the town, secure that it must even-
tually be theirs, and that every sup-
ply sent to the garrison was another
jet of life-blood from the arteries of
Russia. In continuing to hold Sebas-
topol, hers was the policy of the
speculator who, living beyond his
means, will not retrench lest the
world should suspect him of insol-
vency. To maintain a province which
(except through some unforeseen poli-
tical chance) it is beyond her power to
preserve, she squanders the resources
which, rightly applied, would render
her empire elsewhere unassailable.
If the Czar were able to say " attack
the Crimea if you will— I acknow-
ledge it to be my vulnerable point —
but in that case I will retaliate on
your weak points," there might be
CAMP BEFORE SEBASTOPOL, Sept. 7.
good argument for defending it to the
last, while aiming at the joints of his
adversary's armour. But the terri-
tories of England and France are be-
yond menace ; and, meantime, the
vitality of the Russian Achilles is
frittered away by the irritation of the
incurable and poisoned wound in the
vulnerable heel, when timely excision
would have left the vast frame, though
maimed, yet potent for defence.
For the sake of all the powers en-
gaged, and of the world, it is to be
hoped that, whenever Sebastopol falls,
Russia will see the necessity of con-
cluding peace. But if glory be worth
fighting for, it is scarcely to be de-
sired that the war should soon ter-
minate, while the idea of England's
military deficiencies, so strongly im-
pressed of late on the mind of Europe,
is yet undispelled by an adequate ex-
hibition of her real power. Through
the clouds of gossip, twaddle, lamen-
tation, and foreboding, which form
part of the conditions of our national
existence, the fact will at length be-
come lustrously apparent, that the
nation which forty years ago found
itself, at the termination of a long
war, not only unrivalled by sea, but
possessed of as complete and formi-
dable an army as any country of
Europe, has, since then, with her
advances in wealth, science, and the
arts of peace, grown also in military
resources in greater proportion than
her neighbours. With each successive
year her preponderance will increase
till, at her full development, attained
not without distraction, sacrifice, and
internal disquietude, she shall wield
a power capable of stilling the world's
convulsions, and of securing for her-
self at once pre-eminence and peace.
Then she will, as before, trust only to
her splendid reputation, till the trum-
pet will again startle her amid her
bales and machinery, and she will find
her arms rusted, her sinews relaxed,
and her great name endangered by the
feebleness with which her first blows
are delivered ; and she will be more
fortunate than she deserves, if her
latent strength can yet be called forth
in time to redeem her reputation.
Printed by William Blackwood $ Sons, Edinburgh.
BLACKWOOD'S
EDINBURGH MAGAZINE
No. CCCCLXXXI. NOVEMBER, 1855.
VOL. LXXVIII.
THE EASTERN SHORES OF THE BLACK SEA.
THOSE only who know what it is,
night after night, to court sleep in de-
fiance of the thundering of a hundred
cannon — to be ever conscious, in their
dreams of home, of the incessant
whistle of shot and shell — and to
be generally roused from a rickety
stretcher by the explosion of a mine,
can fully appreciate the comfort of a
quiet cabin far removed from these
disturbing influences, where the shrill
pipe of the boatswain, or the morning
sun gleaming in at the port-hole, re-
mind him that another day of doke
far niente has dawned. It was upon
a lovely morning in September last,
and only a week prior to that great
event the news of which is still echo-
ing through the world, that I looked
upon the magnificent range which
skirts the southern shores of the
Crimea, where wooded dells wind
among the mountains, and vines and
olives clothe its slopes, and white
chateaus gleam from out the dark
foliage of the overshadowing horse-
chestnut, and, towering over all, the
Tchatir Dagh abruptly rises and
throws its sombre shade over the
sunny landscape. Rounding Cape
Takli, whose friendly beacon no
longer exists to guide the benighted
mariner, we soon after drop anchor
beneath the newly- constructed fortifi-
cations of St Paul, where the British
flag would indicate that the white
tents which crown the hill are those of
our own soldiers, even were the tartan
VOL. LXXVIII.— NO. CCCCLXXXI.
trews of a Highland regiment not so
clearly discernible. But when we land
and inspect the fort, we find ourselves
surrounded as well by Turks and
French, who here occupy such a posi-
tion as to render any hostile move-
ment, except with a larger body of
troops than the Russians can now
spare, unavailing.
It is about two miles across a gently
undulating steppe from here to Kertch,
the well-built mansions of which, from
this distance, look as handsome and
substantial as though it were still a
flourishing mercantile emporium. As
we enter, however, the delusion rapid-
ly vanishes, and it was painful to wit-
ness a ruin and desolation so universal.
Three years ago I had walked along
the quay in the midst of a throng of
gay promenaders. Fashionable ladies,
escorted by well-dressed beaux, stroll-
ed by the water-side, or lingered round
the baud which played in the garden
opposite the governor's house, for it
was a Sunday afternoon in autumn,
and all the world was enjoying the
delicious air, which at this time of
year renders the Crimean climate so
particularly delightful. Then the
market-place was full of bustle and
activity ; camel-carts and Tartar wag-
gons, with scraggy ponies, crowded
the streets ; and Russian officials stalk-
ed pompously about, with that digni-
fied air which increases in intensity,
by geometrical progression, until it
reaches the ninety-seventh clerk in
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the police-office. Now how changed
was the aspect of affairs ! A couple
of regiments of slouching Turks, pre-
ceded by the most villanous of music,
tramped over the flagstones, shattered
and displaced by recent explosions ; —
lively Frenchmen were bargaining
for water - melons with blear - eyed
Tartars, or fishing for diminutive dol-
phin-shaped fish with improvised fish-
ing - tackle ;— British sentinels were
keeping guard with measured tread
over dilapidated mansions, and the
shrill tones of the bagpipe echoed
through deserted halls ; every house
was unroofed, every window encircled
by a frame of charred wood ; piles of
rubbish blocked up the doorways;
along the whole length of the princi-
pal street there was scarcely a habit-
able mansion left — scarcely a soul
loitering under the shadow of the
ruined walls. We toiled up the steep
hill of Mithridates, and entered the
museum. Here the destruction was
even more universal than in the town,
and the remains of works of ancient
art, which had bravely borne the ra-
vages of time, lay mutilated and de-
stroyed by the barbarous hands of
French and Turkish soldiers. Rank
weeds were springing up in humid
corners, creeping along the ground,
over prostrate figures, fragments of
antique vases, or blocks of marble
covered with inscriptions ; but so com-
pletely had the work of destruction
been effected that I could find nothing
among the debris worth preserving.
There was nothing left but the view ;
that was always interesting, but now
how changed in its character! We
overlooked the roofless houses and
crumbling walls of the town, the
sunken ships in the bay, the grassy
steppe beyond, and, shutting in the
prospect, the heights of Yenikale
crowned with the fortifications of the
Allies.
Under what widely different cir-
cumstances did I now enter almost
the only entire house which still ex-
ists, and find myself seated at break-
fast with a number of officers whom
I had last seen at a Canadian pic-nic,
and in the very room too in which I
had formerly been hospitably enter-
tained by our late vice-consul. Then,
looking over the harbour full of ship-
ping, our conversation was of trade;
now, we watched a footsore regiment
march down the street on their return
from a razzia, and talked of war.
There was nothing in the present
condition of Kertch tempting enough
to induce us to prolong our stay, and
I was glad to shake off those feelings
of melancholy which such scenes as I
had witnessed could not fail to pro-
duce, on board the smart little gun-
boat in which we ran up the Cim-
merian Bosphorus to Yenikale. Here
the old Tartar town, always too dila-
pidated to suffer very much from the
most strongly developed destructive
tendencies, looked very little changed
from the time when I last rumbled along
its single street in a Tartar waggon.
There were not so many Tartars to be
seen, and all the women had disap-
peared. There was the same variety
in a military point of view which we
had seen at Kertch, the same style of
fortification which we had inspected
at St Paul, but more substantial in its
character, and the fortress seemed as
well qualified to stand a siege as that
of Sebastopol itself. The evening
found us again under way, and at
d ay ligh t next mornin g I looked through
the port-hole of my cabin upon the
walls of Anapa. There was nothing
very inviting in its aspect from the
seaward. The fort is built upon a
curved promontory, which forms an
insecure bay, and which presents a
precipitous cliff upwards of fifty feet
in height. The fortifications, which
run along the summit of this cliff, are
breached here and there by the ex-
plosions of the Russian mines, which
were fired by themselves before evacu-
ating the place. To the left extends
a wide plain, watered by a sluggish
stream, upon which, some miles from
its mouth, are situated two Cossack
villages, now deserted. A range of
sand-hills, covered with scrub, about
five hundred feet in height, forms the
background. We were received at
the little pier by a number of Circas-
sians, whose appearance is well calcu-
lated to impress a stranger for the first
time visiting their country. Their
fur- caps, as tall as those of a grena-
dier, surmount swarthy, sun-dried, but
not irregular features ; there is a fire
in the eye and a compression of the
lip, which marks that courage and re-
solution which they have so univer-
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sally displayed in their prolonged con-
tests with the Russians. Their long
coats, open at the breast, reach to the
knee, and are confined at the waist by
a leather girdle. A shirt covers the
breast, and is closely fastened round
the neck. Eight or ten ivory tubes,
containing powder, are ranged upon
each lappet of the coat, and form the
most striking feature in the costume.
A plenitude of knives and pistols
garnish the waist-belt. A short sword
depends from the left side, and a rifle,
covered with a sort of felt, swings at
their back, and completes their war-
like accoutrements. Red or yellow
trousers are enclosed below the knee
by a particoloured gaiter and a red
slipper, fitting closer than the Indian
moccasin, makes the most perfect
chaussure I ever remember to have
seen. The picturesque effect of this
costume is enhanced by a most inde-
pendent bearing, and an insouciance
and self-confidence which suggest that
they probably understand the use of the
weapons with which they are so abun-
dantly supplied. When we had scram-
bled over a quantity of debris through
the breach in the walls, we found our-
selves in the principal street of the
place. It was, however, even in a
more ruinous condition than those we
had seen at Kertch, for the agents
had been, not the besiegers, but the
besieged. If Turks are unsparing in
the work of demolition, the Russians
themselves understand still better
the art of rendering every dwelling-
house untenable, and every gun unser-
viceable, and they can hardly com-
plain of the devastation caused by
their enemies, when they themselves
set them so brilliant an example.
Mounted Circassians, on wiry little
ponies, were galloping in every direc-
tion. Their saddles are high and nar-
row ; their stirrups so short, as to
throw the knee almost at right angles
to the horse. They seem at home
only on horseback, and congregated in
knots at the corners of the streets, or
dismounted to ransack, in the hope of
finding more spoil, some house which
had already been thoroughly gutted.
They watched us with no Mttle curio-
sity as we walked up to a habitation
which Sefer Pasha had put in decent
repair, and where, seated on a high
sofa smoking his chibouk, we found
him holding his court. The anteroom
was filled with Circassian nobles of
the highest grade, who saluted us as
we passed, and then crowded round
the doorway to watch proceedings.
These consisted in pipes, coffee, and
conversation, the result of which did
not give us a very favourable impres-
sion of the representative of the
Sublime Porte in these regions. Sefer
Pasha is a Circassian by birth, but
he has been in Turkish employ long
enough to have acquired a taste for
political intrigue, and the art of re-
plenishing his purse and gratifying his
private schemes of ambition at the
expense of those whom he thinks he
has a right to subject to such treat-
ment. The Circassians as yet are too
unsophisticated to have discovered
this ; and, carried away by religious
zeal, they look with respect and af-
fection upon the envoy of the Sultan.
They do not conceive it possible that
the head of their religion could be a
party to any tampering with their
civil liberty ; and until that conviction
dawns upon them, Ottoman influence
will be predominant. Meantime un-
scrupulous Turkish agents, dotted
along the coast, already begin to per-
ceive that it is their interest to de-
preciate Europeans, who would not
tolerate their iniquities, and to mis-
lead this ignorant people as to our
real designs with respect to their
country. They are in consequence
changing sensibly in their demeanour
towards us. Instead of hailing us as
allies as formerly, they look with
coldness and suspicion upon our ad-
vances, and protest that they only
wish to be left alone. They say, with
some justice, that they know very
little about us. And considering how
little trouble we have taken either to
acquire information about them, or to
impart any, it is not to be wondered
at if they deem us somewhat luke-
warm in the cause we pretend to
have so much at heart. Had we
never allowed a Turkish authority
to set foot in a country to which
they have no manner of claim, and
dealt, by means of suitable agents,
directly with the people themselves,
or assisted them with troops, we
should now have the whole country
arrayed upon our side. There can be
little doubt that before long such an
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alliance will be of the highest possible
importance to us. We have yet time
to recall the Turks who are now do-
ing so much mischief. If we could
direct in a proper channel the influ-
ence they wield, it would be invalu-
able ; but as no honest Turkish official
can be found, that is an impossible
contingency. It therefore becomes us
to choose whether we shall attempt to
cope with intriguing pashas, and by
bribery or any other inducement per-
suade them to use their power for the
public good; or whether, dispensing
with such an unsatisfactory medium,
we had not better find another, either
through the nobles themselves in
those parts of the country where they
still have influence, or in those parts
where their prestige is lost, by hold-
ing out to the people themselves such
advantages, political or pecuniary, as
should induce them to co-operate
with us cordially in the event of
future military operations in their
direction. While, however, discussing
the question of individual influence in
Circassia, it would scarcely be fair to
-overlook the only man who has ever
really effected a great social revolu-
tion in the country, and for the first
time induced the inhabitants to or-
ganise themselves definitely for the
defence of their country. The Naib
or lieutenant of Schamyl is indeed a
scarcely less remarkable man than
the great warrior himself. Arriving
as a mere traveller in the country, he
went about administering to the Cir-
cassians an oath pledging them to
eternal war with Russia, and levying
fines upon those who either would not
join the compact, or who, having
joined it, failed to preserve their
fidelity. By these means he soon
acquired a paramount influence over
a great portion of Circassia, not,
however, without causing consider-
able apprehension to the usdens, or
nobles, who perceived that their im-
portance was diminished in propor-
tion as that of the interloper in-
creased. It would scarcely be politic
at this juncture to enter more minute-
ly into the present state of that part
over which his influence to a greater
or less extent still prevails, or to dis-
cuss the question of whether it can or
cannot be turned to account by the
Allied Powers. There can be no
doubt of the necessity of entertaining
these points ; and though the subject
is one involved in great difficulty, its
importance is such as to render it
highly desirable that Government
should lose no time in adopting a
definite policy, and in pursuing it
with vigour, which may insure to it
a successful and satisfactory result.
Although the ignorance of the British
public has been such as to lead them
to depreciate in a great measure the
value of the Circassian element in the
question which is now absorbing their
attention, it is to be hoped that, before
this, its importance has been recog-
nised ; and it will therefore be unne-
cessary to enter upon it now. The
people themselves would prove hearty
and cordial allies ; and it is only to be
wondered at, that, while we have
given ourselves so much trouble, and
degraded ourselves so unnecessarily
in the eyes of Europe, by our attempts
to enlist in our cause Powers who
have no sympathy with it, and are
under no circumstances to be trusted,
we have not taken advantage of the
co-operation of a hardy and indepen-
dent race, from whom we could gain
assistance which would be far more
valuable, and with whom we could form
an alliance which would be far more
honourable than with Germ an despots.
Our visit to Sefer Pasha having
terminated, we strolled round the for-
tifications of Anapa, and were struck
with the pertinacity with which the
Russians had destroyed everything
connected with the means of defence.
With one or two exceptions, the
trunnions had been knocked off every
gun, the platforms burnt, and here
and there the fortifications levelled.
From one point we had an extensive
view over the plain, and could discern
parties of mounted Circassians emerg-
ing here and there from clouds of
dust, or driving cattle towards the
town. The houses in Anapa are all
isolated, and have been dotted about
without much attempt at regularity.
The hospital has been a handsome
building ; it is now roofless, and part-
ly demolished. The church, however,
with its green roof and belfry (from
which the bell has been abstracted), is
in good repair, and is converted into
a Mahommedan mosque. We entered
a house which had evidently been the
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police-office, and waded about, knee
deep in Russian documents, with two
or three Circassians, who seemed to
take a great interest in our proceed-
ings. We tried to learn from them a
few words of their language ; but the
sounds were so hopeless, that, after a
good deal of sneezing and coughing,
as the nearest approaches we could
make to them, we abandoned the at-
tempt in despair.
I was struck with an episode which
occurred while walking about the
town, as being, under existing circum-
stances, fraught with a peculiar signi-
ficance. A handsome old Circassian,
followed by his squire or page, was
standing looking at a collection of
cannon-balls and ammunition, when
a slouching Turk, who happened
to be passing, but did not profess
to be a sentry, told him peremp-
torily to move on. Upon the Circas-
sian either not hearing or not choos-
ing to pay attention to this command,
the Turk, with a most insulting ex-
pression, threw a large fragment of
wood at the page, which struck the
horse. His master took the hint,
and moved on without uttering a syl-
lable of remonstrance. Had this in-
cident occurred outside the walls, it
is probable that it would have termi-
nated in a somewhat different man-
ner. In the two provinces which
form the north-west angle of Circas-
sia, of one of which (Natquoitch)
Anapa may be considered the ca-
pital, the old feudal system has al-
most disappeared, while in the pro-
vinces upon the Kuban it is still in
force. The wily policy of concilia-
tion, by wholesale bribery, pursued by
Russia, resulted in the defection of
many of the nobles in these two pro-
vinces, which were at the same time
chiefly exposed to the depredations
of her troops ; and as one by one
these men temporised with Russia,
they lost their hold upon the mass of
the people, whose animosity against
their common enemy remained in full
force, and who did not derive the
same advantages from an alliance
with her as their more wealthy mas-
ters. The difference in the social
condition of this part of Circassia
from that of the interior and the pro-
vinces farther east, is the cause of
one of the greatest difficulties with
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which the western diplomatist has to
contend. Those influences which are
in the one case mainly to be depended
upon, do not exist at all in the other,
and there is consequently an estrange-
ment between the tribes whose
relative position has thus become
changed.
It is only a few hours' run from
Anapa to Stidjak Kaleh. The dis-
tance by land is only twenty-three
miles. A long promontory, while it
renders the distance considerably
more by sea, forms one shore of the
deep bay, at the end of which the
town is situated.
From its handsome appearance I
could hardly believe that we should
find, upon landing, the same scenes of
devastation ; but it was complete here
as elsewhere : there were only two
habitable houses left in the place. The
ruins were so entirely overgrown iu
places, that one might have sup-
posed many years to have elapsed
since their destruction. At least a
hundred mounted Circassians were
collected in a shady angle of the ruined
street as we approached, and greeted
us in a hesitating manner, as though
they were uncertain which party were
the greatest intruders. They seemed
to love to linger near the monuments
of a power now annihilated ; and it is
easy to understand the satisfaction
with which they tread under foot these
memorials of the former invaders
of their country. With what glee
they scamper on their wiry ponies
down the green hill-sides which they
used once to cultivate, but which have
been left untouched and unfruitful for
many a long year. How merrily they
journey along the sea-shore, no longer
obliged to skulk down to it between
forts, which prevented all intercourse
with strangers except at a great risk ;„
how they revel in their freedom — glory
in dashing along roads made for Rus-
sian artillery, in climbing up walls
over which Russian flags once waved,
and inhabiting (where they exist)
houses built for Russian soldiers. We
heard them shouting and firing off
their guns as they galloped in triumph
about the deserted squares, thus giv-
ing vent to the exuberance of their
spirits upon again finding themselves
in quiet possession of their own pro-
perty. Some of the chiefs whom wo
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saw here bad just arrived from the
interior, on their way to Mustapha
Pasha, at Batoum, to pay a visit of
ceremony and homage to the repre-
sentative of the Padisha in these parts.
Upon the hill to the left of the town
stands a handsome Greek church,
paved with marble, where the Rus-
sians had taken the trouble to smash
every slab. From the belfry an ex-
tensive view is obtained up the valley,
from which a small stream debouches
into the harbour. Along the banks of
this stream the vegetation is very
luxuriant, but the hills which enclose
it are generally barren, covered here
and there with scrub, but nowhere
attaining an elevation of more than
a thousand feet. Over a depression in
the range, a military road has been
constructed by the Russians, leading
to the Kuban. It ascends by a suc-
cession of zigzags up the steep side of
the hills, and, winding down the more
gentle slopes to the north, extends for
about forty miles to the Russian fron-
tier. We had intended following this
road as far as possible, and then turn-
ing to the east ; but the jealousy of the
Turks of European influence or inter-
ference is so great, that they succeeded
in throwing obstacles in the way, which
we did not at the time think it politic
to attempt to surmount. We there-
fore re-embarked, in time to reach
Ghelendjik before evening. The sun
was just setting as we entered the
landlocked little harbour, overhung by
lofty hills, on which the setting sun
shed purple hues, while the white
houses of the fort contrasted strongly
with the dark green of the trees
amongst which they were buried.
Ghelendjik is about fifteen miles from
Sudjak, and, from its safe harbour,
was considered by the Russians a
place of some importance. There was
nothing, however, to detain us at this
deserted little fort ; and so, after we
had sufficiently admired the beauty of
its position, we pursued our voyage,
and found ourselves anchored at day-
light off the Russian port of Weljam-
inoffsk ; or, in the Circassian tongue,
Tuapse. Here for the first time Cir-
cassian scenery in all its beauty burst
nponus. The hills swelled into moun-
tains, and were wooded to the summit,
dotted with fields of yellow corn ready
for the sickle, or cultivation of a bright
green. Narrow valleys lying in deep
shade intersected the mountains, down
the sides of which danced sparkling
streams, meeting a little river, which,
falling sluggishly into the sea, watered
a fertile plain. Upon the summit of ahill
that rose from this, appeared the white
walls of a little fort, and over them
waved lofty poplars. Behind them a
wretched regiment of Cossacks was
formerly ensconced, surrounded by a
hostile population. They were com-
pletely imprisoned, and the confine-
ment must have been doubly irksome
in the centre of a country affording so
many attractions. We were welcomed
here by a magnificent fellow, who,
springing lightly from his horse, made
us a respectful but by no means servile
obeisance, and professed himself ready
to do the honours of his country.
Notwithstanding the native grace and
dignity of his manner, he was a tho-
rough savage, and, to one accustomed
only to consider barbarians as belong-
ing to a totally different race from our-
selves, it was somewhat startling to
find in the expansive forehead, the
light blue eye, and sandy hair, the
transparent complexion, and exqui-
sitely chiselled features of the Circas-
sian chief, so perfect a type of a
handsome Anglo-Saxon. We were
soon surrounded by a crowd of pic-
turesquely attired wild-looking hill-
men, all armed to the teeth, and some
of them expensively dressed. They
were occupying a few cottages upon
the sea-shore, formerly inhabited by
Russians, and told us that a good road
led through the mountains in twenty
hours to the Kuban. It was with
some reluctance that, in spite of this
intelligence, we found ourselves obliged
to bid them adieu, and to leave the
wondering group to watch our rapid
return to the puffing monster which
was to convey us upon our southward
course. As we continued coasting
along the Circassian shore, the moun-
tains became higher, the scenery
grander ; every mile disclosed some
new beauty, and stimulated my desire
to penetrate a country hitherto so
little known, and affording so tempt-
ing a field for exploration. I consoled
myself, however, by hoping that the
day was not far distant when I should
be clambering over the mountain-tops
I now saw towering in the dim distance.
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Souchoum Kaleh has always been
considered one of the most important
places upon the coast of Circassia,
and the Russians used to maintain
here a large garrison. Its aspect
from the sea is charming ; and it was
refreshing to find, upon landing, that
it was in a better state of preserva-
tion than the towns we had hitherto
visited, and could actually boast of a
resident population. The French
consul inhabited a substantial-looking
mansion upon the sea- coast. A street
of Turkish houses leading along the
shore terminated in an avenue of pop-
lars, at the end of which the pic-
turesque walls of an old Turkish fort
enclosed a number of rusty dismounted
guns, tattered and ill- fed soldiers,
tumble- down barracks, and more pop-
lars. Bekchit Pasha, an emasculated-
Ipoking specimen of Turkish nobility,
lived in a well-built house, which had
formerly belonged to some thriving
Russian merchant. We paid him a
visit, and found him shivering from
the effects of fever in a confined and
by no means agreeable atmosphere.
However, he was civil enough to sup-
ply us with four very good nags,
which we mounted in order to explore
a little of the neighbourhood. The
town itself is built upon a swamp,
surrounded by swelling hills clothed
with the richest verdure. Always
unhealthy, its climate is by no means
improved by the neglect of the Turks,
who allow the drains to stop up and
collect masses of putrid vegetation.
But to the eye nothing can be more
enchanting than this deadly spot. As
we ascended the hill immediately be-
hind the town, the views became
more lovely at every turn. The posi-
tion of the hospitals, which are now
deserted, is well chosen ; but the
Turkish officer commanding does not
find it convenient to have his sick
men in a healthy locality on the top
of a hill, so he has moved the hospital
down to the swamp. Then the houses
are dotted throughout the rank vege-
tation, almost buried in long grass
and tangled underwood. Beyond is
the deep bay, with wooded hills rising
from its opposite shore. We rode on
by a mountain path which the Rus-
sians used as a road to a forage sta-
tion on a hill a few miles distant.
Before us hill rose on hill, deep val-
leys wound amongst the mountains,
grassy swards clothed the slopes, and
magnificent trees cast their broad
shadows over the delightful verdure.
Patches of cultivation here and there
showed that the inhabitants were
rapidly regaining confidence, and ap-
proaching a neighbourhood from which
they had long been excluded. Far
above all rose the heaven- piercing
summits of the Caucasian range,
clothed in eternal snow. It was a
most tempting little peep of the moun-
tains ; but after we had ridden about
three miles into the interior, our com-
panion the French consul assured us
that, as we were unaccompanied by
any Circassian, we were considered
fair spoil to any band of mountaineers
who might be prowling about the
vicinity, and so we reluctantly turned
our horses' heads upon our backward
path. On our return to the town we
were surprised by the arrival of a
large cavalcade, which came trooping
up to the door of the consul's house
in picturesque confusion. In the
centre of the group, which was com-
posed of about a hundred wild-looking
Circassians, rode a handsome grey-
haired man, whose tall cap of pure
white distinguished him from those
by whom he was surrounded. There
was that in his bearing, moreover,
which at once marked him as a chief
of note ; and I was not surprised to
observe that, on his dismounting,
every one of his followers sprung
from his horse, and dashed at the
great man's bridle, as though vying
with one another who should be the
first to render him a service. He re-
ceived their attentions in an easy off-
hand manner, as if they were his due;
and, followed by two or three of his
principal squires or serving-men, he
caine up to pay us a visit. His cos-
tume was simple but handsome. A
long buff-coloured coat of camel-cloth
was confined round the waist by a
leathern girdle, which was ornamented
by a few handsomely-mounted wea-
pons. The cartridge -tubes on his
breast were of a slate colour, and
richly inlaid with silver. A pair of
heavy jack- boots reached up to the
thigh, and his peaked cap was trim-
med with white fur. The only incon-
gruity about the costume was a black
satin stock and a shirt collar, which
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painfully detracted from its general
effect ; indeed, when his cap was off,
his jovial rubicund countenance, curly
grey hair and whiskers, and well-
rounded chin reposing contentedly
between a pair of unmistakable gills,
was precisely those of an English
country gentleman. Below the neck
the savage reappeared ; but the boots,
though not unbecoming, were a great
deal too civilised. There were no
such marks of refinement about his
clan. Their muscular sun-browned
throats were confined by no paltry
invention of modern times ; their stal-
wart legs were enclosed in coarse
brown or yellow felt gaiters; their
well-shaped feet in red leather mocca-
sins,— for though that is a word be-
longing to another hemisphere, it is
the only one which in the least de-
scribes their chaussure. Instead of
the high cap, some of these wore a
species of hood similar to those of the
Bedouin Arabs, the point sticking out
behind, and the ends brought round
the neck like a comforter. It was an
agreeable variation in the costume,
and added to the wildness of their
aspect. About a hundred of these
men filled the space in front of the
house. Lounging between their horses,
or squatting in groups by the road-
side, they let the nags take care of
themselves. Meanwhile their lord
and master, who was none other than
Prince Michael — a man of some cele-
brity in the history of his country —
discoursed with us upon the war, and
the affairs of Europe generally. As
he had been brought up in St Peters-
burg, and was a general in the
Russian service, he required deli-
cate treatment, and we dealt princi-
pally in generalities in consequence.
He is in correspondence, no doubt,
with his late masters, and admits
that he is Russian in his sympathies
from long habit, though he finds it
necessary to go with the tide. He
has a great influence in the country,
and it is a pity that he is not a little
more of a patriot. He owns a great
extent of land in Abkasia, and in-
formed us that he preserved his game
like a gentleman ; that he was a
great sportsman ; and that his pre-
serves contained wild boar, elk, wild
sheep, deer, &c. However, he wound
up by saying, in answer to my in-
quiries, that I had better come to
stay with him and judge for myself.
I have seldom received an invitation
which presented greater attractions,
but I was reluctantly obliged to decline
it for the present, promising him that,
before very long, if all went well,
I should avail myself of his kind
offer. After a long visit, a great
deal of amicable chat, and an im-
mense consumption of tobacco and
coffee, he took his leave, and we saw
him mount his fiery steed, and in
the very centre of his retainers trot
carelessly away along a mountain
path, — the most complete instance of
a feudal chieftain I had ever seen.
In the part of the Caucasus in which
Prince Michael holds his sway, a new
and most important element is in-
troduced into the political condition
of the country. Abkasia, which
bounds with Circassia Proper a few
miles to the north of Souchoum, has
an average breadth of about two days*
journey, and contains a population
parti}7 Christian and partly Mahoin-
medan. The feelings and sympathies
of those entertaining such different
religious sentiments are of course in
every way antagonistic. BekchitPasha
and Prince Michael will not speak to
one another : the one is looked upon
as an interloper, the other as a here-
tic ; but the Christian party attached
to Prince Michael is far superior in
numbers and influence to the Mahom-
medan party attached to Bekchit.
The love of freedom, however, ani-
mates all ; and the sentiments of
Prince Michael with regard to Russia
are certainly not participated in by his
followers. On the whole, it is per-
haps fortunate that the co-operation of
the Abkasians is not so important to
us as that of the tribes to the north
of the range. The corner of the
mountains in which they live is cut
off from Russia Proper by the whole
of Circassia, and their assistance is
not necessary to enable us to demo-
lish the Russian army in Georgia.
At present there is not a Russian
soldier in the country. Indeed, the-
garrisons on the south appear to
have been much more hurriedly eva-
cuated than those we had already
visited. Souchoum is in a compara-
tively good state of preservation, and
any injury which it has sustained
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has been at the hands of the Turks
since the departure of the Russians.
During our numerous visits upon the
Circassian coast I was disappointed
in not seeing any of the women of
the country, the fame of whose
beauty has been so widely acknow-
ledged. Until within the last few
months the slave trade was carried
on with considerable vigour ; but a
recent firman, at our instigation, has
completely put a stop to speculation
in young women ; at all events for the
present. It is a question, however,
whether a traffic which is so highly
remunerative to those engaged in it
can be permanently destroyed. The
immediate effect has been to create
the greatest dissatisfaction among the
Circassians themselves; and now that
our name is coupled with, to them, so
obnoxious a measure, it is by no means
so popular as it might have been. It
is questionable, therefore, whether it
would not have been wiser to have
waited until the termination of the
war, before doing anything to disgust
allies whose goodwill it is so impor-
tant to secure. No doubt the Cir-
cassian slave trade is utterly inde-
fensible in a moral point of view,
but it does not appeal to our feelings
of humanity as does that of the traffic
in negroes upon the coast of Africa.
It is a proceeding which is eminently
satisfactory to all parties ; whereas now
the young ladies are disappointed, the
Turks are disconsolate, the merchants
are ruined, and the papas are dis-
gusted. "Alas!" said a tattered old
serf, " there is no longer now the
possibility of my granddaughter be-
coming the mother of a sultan."
It is not far from Souchoum Kaleh
to the once important port of Redoute
Kaleh. Soon after leaving Souchoum
the high land retreats from the shore,
and flat wooded plains stretch into
the interior. On this account Re-
doute Kaleh is quite a difficult place
to find of a dark night ; and when
morning broke, the half of the town
seemed scarcely raised above the
water's edge. The rising sun colour-
ed with a vermilion tinge the snow-
capped Caucasus, Mount Elbruz
peering from behind a lofty range,
which intercepted our view of many
of the lower summits. To the south,
the mountains of Gowriel and Ar-
menia, scarcely inferior in height, and
also covered with snow, closed the
prospect ; and between these rival
ranges stretched the broad plains of
Imeretia, which here divide Russia
from Turkey, and across which lies
the road to Tiflis. I;; have seldom
been in a more miserable hole than
that in which 2500 Turks now pitched
their flimsy tents. A river with a
bar at its mouth, upon which, how-
ever, there are four or five feet of
water, debouches into the sea, and
forms a sort of promontory, upon
which a few miserable wooden sheds
are built. Between them are a num-
ber of tents, imbedded in mud ; and
in the centre of the group a large
green marquee betokens the residence
of the lucky commandant, to whom
we paid a visit of condolence. He
showed us over the camp and fortifi-
cations. The latter consist of earth-
works, which seem to be well de-
signed, and which enclose the delec-
table assemblage of habitations I
have just described. Outside the
fort, the tents of the soldiers extend
for some distance up the left bank of
the river. We walked up a narrow
chausse'd path, and I never saw in
the backwoods of America a more
perfect specimen of Eden than in the
swamps of Redoute Kaleh. Many
of the tents were actually surrounded
on all sides by water. To all of them
it was necessary to construct raised
causeways, plank paths, or stepping-
stones. It seemed a perfect hotbed
of fever, and I was surprised to hear
from the commandant that the troops
had suffered very slightly from illness
of any kind. A few wooden houses,
which were not destroyed by the
Russians, are also inhabited. They are
raised above the marsh on piles, but
the thick ooze exhales its putrid va-
pours through the flooring. The
camp terminates at the junction of a
river, which is said also to be con-
nected with the Rhion ; so that Re-
doute Kaleh is in fact an island raised
a very little above the level of the
sea, — so little, that the water can
scarcely be said to flow into it. About
eight miles distant, upon the grassy
slope of a gentle eminence, we could
discern the tents of the Russians in
two lines. They are said to number
only fifty-six ; but there are probably
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a good many more pitched in the
wood which were not visible. It was
scarcely possible to believe that Be-
doute Kaleh was once a flourishing
place, owing its importance to the
fact of its having been the port of
Tiflis. A good road leads from here
to that city, distant about a hundred
and fifty miles. Coasting along the
low shore, we could just discern the
river Rhion, which empties itself into
the Black Sea by two mouths, at
each of which there is a bar. I was
sorry that our time did not admit of
our stopping, to settle definitely the
question of the depth of water upon
them, which has been stated dif-
ferently at from four to ten feet.
Taking the medium as the probable
depth, there is quite enough water for
steamers of light draught to navigate
the river almost up to Kutais, as
there is deep water to within a few
miles of that city ; and there can be
no doubt that this would be the most
convenient way of conveying an in-
vading army into Georgia. If there
is not quite enough water now upon
the bar, a few weeks with a dredging-
machine would be time and labour pro-
fitably bestowed. The deserted fort of
Little Poti was visible from the ship;
the larger fort of the same name is hid-
den by the trees. Passing Skefkatil, the
frontier fort of Turkey, we saw lining
the water's edge, clustering upon the
green hill-sides, peeping from under
overhanging trees, perched upon pre-
cipitous rocks, a number of white huts,
denoting not a permanent garrison,
but an army in the process of trans-
port. It was a portion of those troops
with which Omer Pasha is about to
invade Georgia. The expediency of
this proceeding seems at last to have
forced itself upon the conviction of
the Allied powers, though at so late a
period of the year that it will be al-
most impossible for Omer Pasha to
advance further this winter than
Kutais. Had it been undertaken even
two months earlier, there can be
no doubt whatever that Tiflis would
ere now (supposing the expedition to
have been accompanied by a few
English troops) have been in our
hands.* We landed under the ivy-
covered battlements of the old castle
of Zikinzir, from the walls of which
waved the Turkish flag. The coun-
try was everywhere clothed in the
richest verdure. Here and there the
hill-slopes, waving with long rich
grass, terminated abruptly in pre-
cipitous walls of rock, to which the
rank vegetation still clung with despe-
rate tenacity, and from which long
creepers drooped into the sea. The
range behind the castle was densely
wooded, and a lofty range of snowy
peaks gave a sterner character to
scenery which combined with the
most exquisite softness features of a
sublime grandeur. It was a fairy-
like scene, and the delusion was
scarcely dispelled when, upon land-
ing, we found ourselves surrounded
by negroes, who, peering out of their
huts, looked like the slaves of some
tale in the Arabian Nights. The
officers were as black as the men ;
and a swarthy colonel assured us
that these were Tunisian troops wait-
ing for the arrival of Omer Pasha. As
his highness had not yet arrived, we
had no temptation to linger longer at
Zikinzir, though I thought it scarcely
justifiable to be contented with so
hurried a glance at such lovely scenery.
The mountains now lined the coast all
the way to Batoum, displaying at
every turn scenery of the same cha-
racter and beauty. Indeed, its situa-
tion is the only thing about Batoum
to recommend it. It is certainly cele-
brated for the depth of the water in-
shore on a coast where a safe anchor-
age is somewhat uncommon ; but the
harbour is by no means so superb as
its reputation led me to expect. Here,
too, were crowds of soldiers of all
kinds, rejoicing in the greatest possible
variety of uniform — Gowriel militia
and Laristan regulars, the men of
Anatolia and Tunisian cohorts, Turks
European and Turks Asiatic, Chris-
tians, infidels, and heretics. It would
have been well, however, if the
Christians had been recognisable as
such, and somewhat more abundant.
Had a few thousand English or French
soldiers been sent into these provinces
* A campaign in Georgia, with the Rhion as the base of operations, was suggested
in May last, in a pamphlet entitled The Coming Campaign, by Mr Lawrence
Oliphaut. •
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531
alone, or even in company with Omer
Pasha's army, there can be little
doubt that the population would have
risen to a man. It is now no less
certain that the population, so far
from affording assistance to the
Turks, will probably be loth to sup-
ply their commissariat, or facilitate
in any way their progress through the
country.
We had brought with us from Sou-
choum Kaleh,Bekchit Pasha, a perfect
specimen of the contemptible class to
which he belongs. He was on his
way to pay a visit to his superior,
Mustapha Pasha, who has been exer-
cising, until Omer Pasha's arrival, the
supreme control in these parts. The
usual costume of a Turkish pasha is a
la vender- coloured pair of trousers —
patent leather boots — a frogged sur-
tout, trimmed with fur — a gorgeous
sword, with a scabbard mounted with
gold, and belt and hilt to match— an
infinity of rings upon fingers, which are
ever blazing with the tespe — and a
Fez cap. We were ushered into a
room u with a fire-place at one end,
and Mustapha Pasha at the other,"
as says Eotfien; and after the two
great men had sufficiently kissed the
hems of each other's garments, we
talked in a mincing way of sublunary
affairs, and were, as usual, unbounded
in the expression of our mutual affec-
tion. Mustapha Pasha informed us
that Omer Pasha was at Trebizond,
to which place we accordingly re-
paired without delay. The sun was
shining brightly upon its red roofs,
rising one above another at the steep
hill-side — upon its minarets and
mosques, half hidden among waving
cypresses — upon the turreted walls
of its picturesque old castle, as we
dropped anchor in the harbour.
I had scarcely been three days in
Trebizond before the intelligence ar-
rived of the fall of Sebastopol. Since
the days of the Byzantine Empire
this usually quiet town had never been
in such a state of commotion. Sedate
Turks panted breathless at the corners
of the streets, with their hands pressed
upon their hearts to stop the too
tumultuous throb, and ejaculated
" Mashallah." Timid Greeks struck
down back alleys, afraid of exciting
the wrath of the conquerors ; and as
they passed under our windows, we
vented our feelings of triumph. The
cannon of the old castle thundered
forth the news to the distant villages ;
the ships in the harbour were dressed
put in their gayest flags ; and as even-
ing closed in, lights began to twinkle
in every balcony, and the hissing of
the rockets and explosion of small-
arms effectually banished sleep from,
the eyes of those who were disloyal
enough to court it. Then revolvers
and double-barrelled guns were in
immense request, and a singular scene
was presented in the courtyard of a
hospitable merchant with whom I had
been dining. Persians, Albanians,
Turks, officers in the British navy,
and civilians both English and French,
in their different costumes, were col-
lected under the glare of a thousand
lamps, blazing away small-arms, and
letting off rockets with a gusto which
somewhat astonished the inhabitants
of a neighbouring mansion, whose
closed windows betokened that its
owner was a Greek. And then with a
mighty torch we paraded the streets,
applauding the national anthems,
which we lustily shouted on our march,
with cheers and pistol-shots. And
having testified the exuberance of our
joy to our hearts' content, and suffi-
ciently astonished the Turks and fright-
ened the Greeks, we relapsed into a
softer mood, and found, ere we finished
the evening, that the fairer portion of
Trebizond society was not behind-
hand in their manifestations of loyalty.
Like all Levantine cities, though Tre-
bizond can scarcely be brought into
that category, the society here, though
small, is agreeable, and the traveller
may consider himself fortunate if, in
the course of his wanderings, he often
stumbles upon a place in which he
may amuse himself so well. Its scenic
attractions are, moreover, very great.
The city itself is always beautiful,
whether we look up at it from the sea,
or down upon it from the brow of the
lofty hill which overhangs the town ;
or, riding along its narrow streets,
where overhanging eaves shut out the
sunlight, we suddenly emerge upon
one of the romantic bridges which
span the deep ravines leading to the
sea, where the tiny rivulet at the bot-
tom is hidden by the dense foliage,
and vines and ivy cling to lofty trees,
or clamber up the precipitous sides of
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the ravine and overrun the walls of
the castle, perched upon its dizzy
brink ; and then following the sea-
shore we reach the commanding pro-
montory upon which stands the old
Byzantine Church of St Sophia, with
its half-effaced frescoes and tessellat-
ed pavement, now a Mahommedan
mosque; and from here the viewextends
along the broken line of coast, from
whence rise lofty mountains piled one
upon the other till they reach the snow.
There is no direction in which we can
go, where there is not scenery to charm
TREBIZOND, September 15, 1855.
[Nov.
and an object to interest. And now,
as sitting upon the verandah of our
hospitable Consul, I watch the ships
and steamers in the harbour, lying
motionless upon its unruffled surface,
my impatience to enter upon a more
exciting life is not unmingled with re-
gret, as I observe that from one of
them issues a thin wreath of white
smoke, which warns me that it is time
to lay my pen aside, and, bidding adieu
to the attractions of Trebizond, to
steer once more for the white moun-
tains of Circassia.
ZAIDEE : A ROMANCE.
PART XII. — BOOK III.
CHAPTER XXIV. — ANOTHER EFFORT.
WHEN Mary came in rather late that
morning to seek Zaidee — for Mary
was very listless and a little exacting
to-day, not feeling that she had any
great object in getting up from her
sweet sleep and dreams, and rather
disposed to think that she ought to
be amused and sympathised with —
she found Zaidee writing. This was
rather a singular occurrence, for Zaidee
had no correspondents, and not many
literary attainments ; and Mary, who
was inclined to be curious about any-
thing by way of diverting her languor,
was still more attracted by perceiving
that her friend gathered up her ma-
terials hastily, and put them away.
" What are you writing ? " asked
Mary, and Zaidee said, " Nothing."
" Nothing ! I will tell Aunt Bur-
tonshaw it was a letter to Sylvo,"
said Mary. Zaidee only laughed at
this ; she had no idea of the close
chain of circumstantial evidence by
which she was convicted of being " in
love " with this redoubtable squire ;
nor did she suspect either how
this writing of hers found a place in
Mary's memory, and was laid aside
among the sundry other things which
were mysteries to be inquired into
some day. Mary made a great many
claims upon her this morning ; she
wanted to talk to her of a hundred
things, which neither Aunt Burton-
shaw nor Mrs Cumberland would care
for hearing, but which Zaidee at an-
other time would have entered into
with all the generous sympathy of
youthful friendship. Mary had not
the faintest idea of Zaidee's full heart
and preoccupied attention; she poured
her own happy schemes and projects
into her companion's ears, all unaware
that her companion was absorbed
heart and soul in attempting once
more to carry out the one sole pro-
ject of her life. When Mary went
out for a solitary morning walk, car-
rying Mr Vivian's poems secretly in
her hand, to be read in some nook of
the hill which Percy's presence had
made pleasant to his betrothed,
Zaidee returned hastily to her own
apartment. This time she fastened
her door with a precaution strangely
new to her; and taking out her papers,
and that book of Grandfather Vivian's
which still bore the tarnished livery
of the library at the Grange, sat down
again to her writing. She wrote
slowly, for she was not much used to
the exercise of composition ; but
Zaidee had no occasion to labour
after a feigned handwriting ; she had
attained the lady's hand, which is the
most undistinguishable of all styles of
caligraphy. Mary wrote exactly the
same, and so did the young-ladies'-
maid, and Mrs Cumberland's accom-
.plished waiting- woman. Zaidee had
long ago given up her characteristic;
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533
childish pot-hooks ; this letter of hers
had not a trace of individuality in its
penmanship — and Zaidee perceived
this, and wrote without fear. The
matter was somewhat different from
the manner, however ; this was how
the epistle ran. She began boldly,
by making herself known.
"Aunt Vivian, I am Zaidee whom
you have lost ; but I do not write to
tell you where to find me, for my
mind has never changed, though I
am a woman grown. If I could be
a child again, and Grandfather Vivian
had made no will to defraud Philip,
and take my natural life from me, I
would give all the world to be at
home ; but I fear I must never be at
home now. For all these years I have
hoped that my coming away had re-
moved all the difficulty ; that you no
longer thought of Zaidee, who did you
an unwilling injury, but that Philip
was the master of his own lands, as
nature and justice made him. Dear
Aunt Vivian, I have almost broken
my heart to hear that it is not so.
Philip, in his pride and his honour,
has been cruel to poor Zaidee ; he has
not given me the satisfaction of doing
him justice. What can I do now?
I will never come back to take the
Grange from Philip. I will be an
exile and a stranger all my life while
Philip refuses to return to his own
land. Will you tell him that he takes
her only comfort from poor Zaidee,
and that I can never know rest nor
pleasure till I hear he has taken all
that is his into his own possession, and
no longer compels me, or even the
name of me, to be the instrument of
wrong ?
"And he is not carrying out Grand-
father Vivian's will — and neither are
you, dear Aunt Vivian. I send you
a book, which I found many years
ago. I found it very strangely among
strangers ; and then I thought it was
Grandfather Vivian himself whom
God had permitted to guide me to
this, his last will of all. See what
he says. I think it must have been
when death was on him, and when no
one but God could see his repentance.
Let Philip know of it, Aunt Vivian.
Ask him if he will still make Zaidee's
name a dishonour to her father's me-
mory. My father would have done
justice had he lived— and this was
all the inheritance he left to me. —
Will not Philip have pity upon me ?
Will he not take back his own ?
" And Percy wants these useless
riches that you are hoarding for
Zaidee. Will you give them to Percy,
Aunt Vivian? If nothing else can be
done for me— if Philip will not hear
the prayer I make, though I pray
God every day to soften his heart —
will you do this one thing for me?
I will never see you again — I do not
think I will ever see you again — but
I love you all as dearly as the day I
left the Grange. I think of you con-
stantly in my secret heart. Pray
Philip that he will have pity upon me,
Aunt Vivian— that he will come back
to claim his own."
And then Zaidee paused, and, with
a swelling heart and tears in her eyes,
wrote her own name — her own name
— the name of her father, her kindred,
her home. A long time had passed
since she wrote " Zaidee Vivian"
before ; and strangely dear was this
forbidden and discarded signature, so
different from the " Elizabeth Cum-
berland," her disguise and the token
of her banishment. Then she read
her letter once more, and then put it
up carefully in a parcel with that pre-
cious book. With infinite precaution,
and with trembling hands, she fasten-
ed it, as much afraid of the safety
of this packet as if these worm-eaten
leaves had been priceless jewels, and
deposited the whole carefully at last
in the heart of her own particular pos-
sessions, safe from all scrutiny. Her
plan was to send it to the Grange
from some town adjacent to Malvern
— some unknown place from which
she could not be traced ; for she
did not doubt Aunt Vivian's in-
stant endeavour to search for her once
more. When this duty was done —
and it had occupied a long space of
Zaidee's day — she had nothing more
refreshing before her than to go over
it all again, questioning and wonder-
ing if this appeal would be effectual—
if they would accept Grandfather Vi-
vian's latest wish as annulling that
miserable will which had wrought so
much evil — if Philip would come at
her entreaty, and take back his natu-
ral inheritance. Bitter as Zaidee's
disappointment was to find her own
self-sacrifices useless, her heart swell-
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[Nov.
ed with generous pride for this very
cause. She felt in her heart that
Philip was right, in his youthful
honour making his own independence
bravely and painfully. She acknow-
ledged that the head of the house
would have preserved his dignity less
pure had he remained in the quiet
opulence of the Grange ; and yet,
strangely inconsistent, she prayed
again, with tears in her eyes, that
Philip might come home. She could
not cease thinking of this — it filled her
mind and heart to overflowing, and
engrossed her still the more in her
solitude, because it was a pent-up
stream, and must never have issue.
Zaidee, in her painful loneliness,
thought of a traveller upon the high-
way, which Mary had pointed out to
her from Malvern Hill, and of some
one on the hidden footpath below, un-
der the hedgerow keeping step for
step with him, with steps which were
only an echo of the bolder wayfarer's,
always present but never seen. It
was thus with herself in her secret
post of observation, and she antici-
pated, with a strange tremor, hearing
of this communication of hers, and of
the wonder and excitement of the
family. Her cheek was flushing once
more with a dangerous hectic; her
secret life began once more to devour
her obvious one ; and Zaidee sat
alone, with her busy imagination con-
suming her heart.
And then there returned Mary,
with the fresh air fragrant round
her, her lassitude worn off, and her
volume of poems in her hand. Mary
was ready to plunge with renewed
spirit into all their former occupations.
She had rested and refreshed herself,
and her natural mood returned upon
Mary. She laughed a little at her
new-born sentimentalism— put away
carefully the book of poems, which
was precious because it was Percy's
— coloured a little with proud pleasure
at the remembrance that Percy's af-
fection and their betrothal were things
not to be laughed away — and then
returned to her old use and wont with
returning animation. It was very
well for Zaidee, though Zaidee scarce-
ly thought so as her light-hearted
companion led her hither and thither,
and made claims upon her opinions,
her thoughts, and her experience, in
her old girlish way. It was often a
sick heart which went with Mary over
the slopes of Malvern, and eyes that
pierced beyond the low line of yonder
horizon which looked forth by Mary's
side upon this sunny plain ; and
Mary, who could not comprehend
" what you can have to think of,
Elizabeth !" roused her with the gay
sallies of her own happy spirit, and
kept Zaidee perpetually in the centre
of her own absorbing projects. Mean-
while Aunt Burtonshaw mourned
more and more for that fresh air of
Sylvo's place, which would " set up"
her dear child again ; and Mrs Cum-
berland became tired of looking con-
stantly upon the vale of Severn and
the slopes of this spectator hill.
One day when, by a rare chance, they
left Zaidee at home while they went to
pay a visit to some ancient acquaint-
ance established in the neighbourhood,
Zaidee set out with her precious packet.
Quite a long journey, back and for-
ward, she achieved in secret that day.
The servants only thought that Miss
Elizabeth was reading on the hill, as
Miss Cumberland was in the habit of
doing ; and with a flutter of guilt and
a flush on her cheek, Zaidee awaited
the home-coming of the little party.
She had done her errand boldly and
speedily, though with many a pang of
terror; and those silent hours of
night, through which she lay awake
thinking of it, were carrying her first
letter home to the Grange.
CHAPTER XXV. — RETURN.
" We cannot stay always at Mal-
vern," said Mrs Cumberland. " Since
we have lost the charm of Mr Vivian's
society, I confess this place has less
attraction for me. I should prefer
being at home."
" You had a great deal better come
to Essex, Maria Anna," said Mrs
Burtonshaw. " The children, I am
sure, would like a few weeks at Syl-
vo's place. My dear Mary, you must
not be selfish. Think of Elizabeth,
poor darling I We ought to consult
her wishes now."
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535
" Indeed I should be very glad to
be at home, Aunt Burtonshaw— and I
like Sylvo's place very well. I have
no wish on the subject," said the
unsuspecting Zaidee.
Mrs Bnrtonshaw only said, " Poor
dear!"
It was the day following Zaidee's
secret expedition ; and with great sa-
tisfaction Zaidee noted Mrs Cum-
berland's frequent pilgrimages from
the sofa to the window, and the rest-
lessness which disturbed her " lan-
guor." These were all intimations
that this fanciful lady was already
fluttering her wings for a rapid flight
ill one direction or another. Zaidee
was very indifferent as to the place
they went to, — whether to Twicken-
ham or to Essex she did not greatly
care; but she was very glad to be
suddenly removed from this quarter,
from whence she had sent her first
missive to the Grange.
Mary , equally anxious, was more
precise in her choice to go home. Mr
Cumberland was too busy for cor-
respondence. They did not know
very well how his work prospered.
They were not, indeed, much of a
letter-writing family, though Mrs
Cumberland was rather thought to
excel in the composition of beautiful
letters ; but it did not surprise any
one when she proposed that even-
ing to set off next day for town.
" If Mr Cumberland is not ready
for us, we can go back to Mrs Har-
ley's, where we were before," said
Mrs Cumberland ; " but the work
must be so far advanced at home that
our presence and suggestions might
be useful. My dear Elizabeth, Sylvo
must come to us at Twickenham. I
have always begged him to consider
our house his home— but I think you
must not ask us to go back to Essex
this year."
Mrs Burtonshaw's remonstrances
being ineffectual, Mrs Burtonshaw, as
usual, yielded. She was not without
curiosity to see what had happened to
the unfortunate square box which Mr
Cumberland was ornamenting, and
to ascertain if any new object had
taken the place of the benevolent and
moral science of architecture. Mary
did not conceal her satisfaction,
and Zaidee was not less pleased; so
they set out in very good spirits
next morning for London and for
home.
A day's rest in town, where Percy
met and greeted them, brought a per-
mission from Mr Cumberland to come
" if they liked." They did like, and
set out accordingly. When their car-
riage drew up before the well-known
gate, Mrs Burtonshaw looked out with
horror, and Mrs Cumberland with ad-
miration. The square gable had be-
come a pointed one, and glittered with
little pinnacles surmounted by gilded
balls, which shone in the sun. The
famous porch stretched along the side
of the building, with a similar little
point of glittering light above its cen-
tral door. O ver this, again , was thrown
out an oriel window, and on a shield
above the door a gorgeous monogram
was just now attracting the wonder
and admiration of half-a-dozen little
beggar-boys, whose respectable mam-
mas reclined on the benches under
shelter. A great " I, " in purple, and
blue, and scarlet, " picked out" with
gilding, which rose into a cross above,
and ran out below into the gay ex-
travagance of a dragon's tail, closely
embraced by a " C," a less demonstra-
tive letter, which contented itself with
innocent bits of floriation in the curves
of its half moon, attracted Mrs Bur-
tonshaw no less than it did the juve-
nile vagabonds who clapped their
hands at it below. " What does it
mean?" asked Mrs Burtonshaw with
horror, while her uninstructed eyes
followed the curves of the dragon's
tail, and opened wide at the papistical
cross ; but it did not mean anything
very mysterious—it only meant John
Cumberland, his mark, shining above
the lintel of his hospitable door.
A hospitable door it was in literal
truth. The porch ran along the gable,
a sort of arcade, elevated three or four
steps from the ground, and lined with
benches. Stone benches might have
given the poor creatures cold, Mr
Cumberland thought, and his bene-
volent forethought made them oak.
Ornamented hooks attached to the
pillars of this porch of charity, and
low stands, not unlike reading-desks,
supported on grotesque corbels, at-
tached to the wall of the house, just
over the benches — for Mr Cumberland
was not above amusing his chance
visitors— were exhibited in their pro-
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per use at this moment, supporting
one the basket of a feminine pedlar,
full of pins and stay-laces, and such
small merchandise ; and another, a
beggar's wallet full of pickings. But
the novelties were not exhausted when
the wondering ladies had glanced at
these, and at the proprietors of the
same. One end of the porch was
closed by an ornamental window, that
there might be no draught through it,
and the other led down by a flight of
steps to the garden. At the upper end
was a fountain where a little stream of
water poppled pleasantly from the
mouth of a benevolent dolphin, who
did double service by holding in his
claw a handsome goblet. Mr Cum-
berland, unwillingly yielding to the
vulgar prejudice that silver was not a
safe commodity to trust to the natural
honesty of his wayfaring guests, had
compromised the matter by lining with
delicate white enamel the iron cup
which his charitable dolphin extended
to all the world. And close by this
provision of water was a hatch, com-
municating with a well-stocked pantry
inside — an orthodox buttery-hatch,
after the fashion of a very creditable
old " example," by which the staff of
life might be dispensed to add its sub-
stantial refreshment to the other ne-
cessity. While the new arrivals were
examining, with speechless curiosi-
ty, these extraordinary improvements,
and when the basket-woman had risen
to follow Mrs Burtonshaw up and
down in her investigations, recom-
mending in the richest of Irish brogues
the merchandise she carried, Mr Cum-
berland made his appearance upon
the flight of steps which led to the
garden. " You find us in very good
trim," said Mr Cumberland, rubbing
his hands with satisfaction. " Come
here ; never mind the porch : here is
something better worth looking at.
What do you think of my monogram,
sister Burtonshaw? There is what I
call a true feeling for art ! Look at
the curves of that first letter, what a
graceful sweep they have ! and the
leafage of the C, how full of nature !
Not one scrap of foliage repeated,
sister Elizabeth. A true artist scorns
to repeat himself. It is only your
mechanical slave who wears his life
out making both sides^alike! And the
colour— look at that conjunction; pur-
[Nov.
pie and blue and scarlet— colour is the
sign of life and sanctity, sister Burton-
shaw. Your dead whites and greys and
dull monotones are all marks of de-
graded souls and a degenerate time.
We must throw colour boldly on our
lifeless fronts, sister Burtonshaw. We
must make a revolution in all that ;
wait but a year, and you shall see."
" I only see this woman following
me with her pins and her laces — am I
like a person to buy stay-laces from a
vagrant?" cried Mrs Burtonshaw re-
sentfully ; " and as for your letters, I
see only these little ragged vagabonds
looking at them, and dancing the poor
innocent turf away. I see nothing to
admire, I assure you, Mr Cumberland,
when that is all I see ! "
" Yes, these urchins have an advan-
tage which neither your child nor mine
had, sister Burtonshaw," said Mr Cum-
berland ; "we had miserable primers
in our nurseries, with black and white
lies about A being an archer, and so
on. How could A be an archer, I
should like to know ? But when the
general public in England follows my
example, sister Burtonshaw, as I have
sanguine expectations they will, these
little rascals will learn their letters
from the very hand of art. What is
an archer to a child now? — only a
hieroglyphic a little more intelligible
than an A. But suppose you illuminate
your letter, sister Burtonshaw, and
show us the archer shooting his arrow
out of the very heart of his initial —
that is the style of teaching ! Talk of
your popular schools — your courses of
education. Give me the education
which shall make every street a grand
primer. Yes, sister Elizabeth, my so-
lemn conviction is, that this is the true
education of the poor ! "
Mrs Burtonshaw opened her eyes
and lips in mute astonishment, and
immediately broke forth upon the poor
Irish basket-woman, expending her
indignation, " Woman, am I like a
person to want your stay-laces?" —
while Mrs Cumberland looked up at
these famous letters critically, with
her head held a little to one side, and
with a gentle sigh of approval said,
" A beautiful idea — sermons in stones
— a sweet thought ! I am delighted
to think that we are first in such a de-
licate effort of benevolence."
" He that runs may read ! " cried Mr
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537
Cumberland triumphantly. " Very
different from a dog's-eared spelling-
book, sister Burtonshaw. The letters,
the great fundamental principles of all
literature, I hope to live long enough
to see them emblazoned over every
threshold. We acknowledge their im-
portance unconsciously ; we call a
famous author a man of letters ; we
have professors of belles lettres. These
are the true belles lettres, sister Eliza-
beth! You see the beginning here
to-day; who can tell what influence
upon the future life of these urchins
the sight of this monogram may have?
They are happier for it at this mo-
ment, and it is impossible to predict
what an amount of good may follow.
Let us throw the primers into the sea,
and emblazon all our houses, sister
Burtonshaw, and I undertake for it we
shall have a better educated population
than we have now."
Mrs Burtonshaw, struck dumb by
extreme amazement and wrath, swept
past the pertinacious basket-woman,
and went into the house without a
word. " They're illigant laces, sure,
my lady," said this indefatigable trader,
dropping her curtsey to Mrs Cumber-
land. Mrs Cumberland thought it
would be cruel not to encourage this
honourable industry. Alms were not
always good, but to patronise a lawful
traffic was quite ! a different matter;
and while the sons of this successful
merchant learned the I and C of Mr
Cumberland's monogram with devo-
tion, their worthy mother adroitly
flattered " my lady" into buying half
the contents of her basket. " They
are useless to me, of course, Mary, my
love, but a great encouragement to this
poor honest woman," said Mrs Cum-
berland, as she passed through the be-
nevolent porch. More and more visi
tors were arriving; it promised to be a
most well-frequented sheltering-place.
CHAPTER XXVI. — IN PERIL.
The unfortunate mansion of Mr
Cumberland had not suffered so much
within as without, since it was scarcely
possible, with any amount of ingen-
uity, to make the modern English
drawing-room into a Gothic hall. The
bow- window alone, the broad sunshine
of which was now broken by mullions
and tracery, to the sad diminution of
its brightness, had been put into
masquerade. Zaidee could not but
remember, as she sat down by it once
more, that great window at the Grange,
with its old real mullions, and its
breadth of cloud and atmosphere.
Something like an attempt to imitate
it was in this window of Mr Cumber-
land's, which, Aunt Burtonshaw was
horror-stricken to find, Mr Cum-
berland intended filling with painted
glass one day. " And shut out the
river 1 " cried Mrs Burtonshaw. Mr
Cumberland, worsted for the moment,
confessed that he had not thought of
that, and graciously gave it up to the
dissentient ladies ; it would be quite
easy to break out another window for
this special purpose at the other side.
11 One would think the house was
having the measles," said Mrs Bur-
tonshaw ungratefully ; " it is breaking
out into windows everywhere, Mr
VOL, LXXVIII.— NO. CCCCLXXXI.
Cumberland — there are not two alike,
I declare; and now we shall have the
workmen back for this! "
" You make a slave of your work-
man, when you compel him to form
two things alike," said Mr Cumber-
land. "When you have your gowns
made exact to a pattern, you are no
better than a slave-driver, sister Bur-
tonshaw." Mrs Burtonshaw with-
drew in silent indignation, too much
affronted to answer, and Mr Cum-
berland set about designing his
window. The lady of the house had
resumed her sofa, and Zaidee and
Mary their former places, and the day
went on until the evening very much
as of old.
In the evening, just before sunset,.
Percy Vivian made his appearance
very hurriedly. Percy had discarded
his high-stepping horse by this time-,
and came on foot to Mr Cumberland's
gate. He said he had only half an
hour to stay — that this was merely a
flying visit — that his mother had come
to town quite unexpectedly, and he
must hurry back to spend the night
with her.
" Your mother ? Mrs Vivian will
surely do us the great pleasure of
coming to Twickenham, or at least
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[Nov.
we must call upon her, my dear Mr
Vivian," said Mrs Cumberland; "you
cannot suppose we would let your
mother be in town, and not go to see
her — she we all owe so much admira-
tion to — the mother of such a son! "
" .My mother must leave London
to-morrow," said Percy, with the slight
quiver of laughter in his voice which
always hailed Mrs Cumberland's com-
pliments. " She has only come up for a
few hours, very unexpectedly, on fa-
mily business. No one could be
more astonished than I was when I
saw her. I had heard from her only
the day before without the slightest
intimation of her coming here, and
DOW she must go as suddenly as she
has come."
Scarcely hearing Mrs Cumberland's
polite hopes that Mrs Vivian might
not suffer from the fatigue of the jour-
ney, Percy turned to Mary. At the
first mention of Aunt Vivian, Zaidee
had taken a book from the table, and
held it before her face ; it was not
very easy to hold it steadily, but she
put force upon herself, and listened
with attention so strained that the
slightest whisper must have caught
her eager ear.
" Did you ever go to Worcester
while you were at Malvern? " asked
Percy in an undertone of his betrothed.
" No ; never except yesterday on
our way here," said Mary, looking at
him in surprise.
"Nor knew any one there — any
one, Mary ? " Percy was very earnest.
" No indeed ; not any one," an-
swered Mary Cumberland. " Why
do you ask me ? what has happened ?
You look very serious. Do you know
any one there ? "
"My mother has just received a
most singular communication," said
Percy, tossing the damp hair from
his forehead — " a very strange com-
munication from Zaidee, whom I told
you of so lately — Zaidee, who, I had
made up my mind, was lost for ever.
A letter from her own hand, and a
book of Grandfather Vivian's, which
she says she found ; and this extra-
ordinary packet came from Worcester.
My mother left home at once, and
travelled at express speed to mo. I
must go down with her there to-mor-
row to make inquiries. It is most
extraordinary. Zaidee, whom we
have not heard of for seven years —
and she mentions me. She mentions
those very difficulties of mine, Mary !
I am quite at a loss to understand it
— it looks like witchcraft. What do
you think ? Can you tell me any one
to inquire of? Give me your counsel,
Mary."
But Mary could not give him her
counsel. She was watching silently,
and with the breathless scrutiny of
suspicion, the book in Zaidee's hand.
The book was not held lightly, care-
lessly, as one would hold it who was
reading it ; it was held with fingers
which grasped at it desperately, and
were white to the very points with
the strain. From Worcester! and
Percy and Percy's difficulties men-
tioned in the letter. Flashing into
life, as by an electric spark, Mary's
suspicion came to sudden form.
Elizabeth Cumberland, who was like
Elizabeth Vivian — seven years — that
Grange which was so strangely like
her beautiful sister's first home. Mary
started and was troubled ; she could
scarcely answer Percy for the sudden
necessity she felt to follow out this
clue.
"And what was the letter ?" she
asked at last eagerly.
"Poor Zaidee, poor child ! her
whole heart," said Percy, with tears
in his eyes. " A passionate appeal to
rny mother and Philip to take back
the land — to make her name no longer
an instrument of wrong. A reference
to the book, which is of itself a strange
and affecting revelation to us. AVhere
Zaidee can have found it I cannot
tell, but it contains a sort of prayer
in that handwriting of Grandfather
Vivian's which we all know so well,
entreating Frank Vivian, her father,
to do justice to Percy. She says this
is her inheritance, and pleads that
Philip will not be so cruel as to com-
pel her to defraud him. It is a very
moving letter, M^ary, to us who re-
member Zaidee so well. Poor little
innocent heart ! and she seems quite
unchanged."
" Will your mother and your brother
hear her prayer ? " said Mary ; and
Mary saw that the book swayed aside
for a moment in the hands that held
it. " If they did, she might still conie
home."
"But they will not do it," said
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539
Percy ; u Philip is the head of the
house ; he cannot accept this gift of
Zaidee's — it is quite impossible. My
mother might perhaps be induced to
it by Zaidee's importunity ; but even
she would not, could not — no, it
is impossible. If we could but find
her ! And I must set out with my
mother for this search to-night."
Mary made no answer, but she
saw a flutter in the folds of Zaidee's
dress — a faint, slight motion which
Percy never perceived at all, so mo-
mentary it was. Mary marked it in-
stantly with her quickened and sus-
picious eye.
" I sometimes think it would be
kindness to assume at last that we
had accepted her often-repeated re-
linquishment — to pretend it, if pre-
tending were ever a worthy thing,"
said Percy, " that we might have
some hope of discovering her retreat.
But Zaidee lives, and is in England.
When I remember that, my first im-
pulse is to rush away somewhere to
find her. Another thing, too, has hap-
pened strangely. Philip writes to us
news of good fortune, and he is coming
home. But my time is gone, and you
have hardly spoken a word to me,
Mary. Come to the door with me,
and let me see this wonderful porch ;
for I must go away."
He did go away, and he had no
eyes for the blanched face of Zaidee
nor her trembling hand. Mary noted
every particular with one distinct and
hasty glance. But Mary did not
utter a word of her suspicion — did
not say anything to deter her be-
trothed from this bootless quest. It
was still only suspicion ; she did not
venture to think that her beautiful
sister was really the Zaidee lost seven
years ago ; but she had a great many
things to contrast and put together
when she should be alone once more.
To Mary's mind there was a peculiar
pleasure in thus "putting things to-
gether ;" her understanding was of a
logical and circumstantial kind ; she
enjoyed those exercises of ingenious
reasoning, though, to do her justice,
her mind was so much excited
with the possibilities of her suddenly
aroused suspicion that everything
else sank into the shade. With
characteristic reserve, she gave no
hint to Percy of these thoughts of
hers ; she had never told him that
her beautiful sister was an adopted
child. She must conquer the mys-
tery herself before she confided it to
another.
And Zaidee remained with her
book before her, and the blood tin-
gling and flowing back from its full
ebb upon her heart. Already she
was less pale, already steadier and
more composed. By some intuitive
perception Zaidee knew that there
was suspicion in Mary's gaze, that
Mary very likely would endeavour to
startle her, and throw her off her
guard to elicit a confession, and with
her whole force she concentrated
about herself all the safeguards she
could reach. She put down her book,
and went to sit by Aunt Burtonshaw.
She compelled herself to listen to
this troubled critic's running com-
ments on Mr Cumberland's last fancy,
and to join in them j she turned her
face away from that window with its
new decorations, that nothing might
remind her of home ; and when Mary
came back, to find her beautiful sister
engaged in the natural conversation
of the household, with her brow as
calm, and her smile as unconstrained
as even Aunt Burtonshaw's, Mary,
judicious observer as she was, was
staggered in her suspicion. " Who
could write from Worcester to Mrs
Vivian — who do you think it could
be ?" she whispered, by way of expe-
riment. " We knew no one at Wor-
cester, Mary," said Zaidee; and
Zaidee was busy with Aunt Burton-
shaw's embroidery, and did not look up
to meet the scrutiny of her companion's
eyes. Mary was not nearly so con-
fident as she had been, when the even-
ing ended ; but she found no en-
couragement in Zaidee's decisive good-
night for their usual conference. These
two friends separated to go to their
different rooms, and think over this
one subject — Zaidee sinking down in
utter exhaustion when she closed her
door, and Mary with her eager logic
tracing her chain of evidence whenever
she was sheltered within her own.
She sat bending her pretty brow over
it, her blue eyes shining in the light
over which they bent, as if to seek
guidance there, for a full hour after
the feverish sleep of exhaustion had
fallen on Zaidee. Mary gathered the
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[Nov.
facts together with anxious industry,
and recalled one after another the cir-
cumstances of confirmation which of
late she had noted onebyone. Bringing
them together, they formed a strange
body of presumptive evidence, but
not so complete a chain as to justify
her in the conclusion that her mo-
ther's adopted child was in reality
the lost heiress of the Grange. She
was not satisfied ; her mind scanned
Zaidee's sentiments and modes
of acting with the keenest investi-
gation, and drew confirming "evi-
dence from every point of character
which her girlish friend had betrayed
to her ; but all this was not enough.
Mary, who was waging no mental
conflict, who was only curious and
interested, but had no stake in the-
matter, found it rather a pleasant ex-
citation to her intelligence. Poor
Zaidee was now beset on all sides ;
for it was not in Mary's nature to-
give up this question till she had
come to the very truth.
CHAPTER XXVII. — ANOTHER HOPE.
When the light of another morn-
ing awoke Zaidee out of the deep
sleep of her weariness to this mortal
coil and strife once more, the poor
girl would fain have shut her eyes,
and turned away for ever from that
cheerful light. In the first pause of her
waking, the new aggravation of her
distress returned upon her with a
pang of pain and terror. Mary's eyes
were turned on her with suspicion.
Mary, her own especial friend, was
groping darkly after her secret ; had
already a perception of it— and from
henceforward was to be leaned upon
no more. Zaidee thought this was
the last drop in her cup. " Oh, if I
had never waked ( again !" said this
forlorn heart, with a burst of passion-
ate tears ; but when she had said it,
her words returned upon her with
sudden self-reproach, and Zaidee went
away to the corner of her chamber to
carry all her troubles, where she had
always carried them, to the one sole
compassionate Friend who neverfailed
the motherless child in her necessity.
If she was simple still in her inter-
course with the world, Zaidee here,
upon her knees, was a child indeed,
full of the sincerest humility and
most implicit trustfulness ; and when
she had put herself and all her
affairs once again into the heavenly
Father's hand, she rose to go about
her morning toilette with a face from
which all the bitterness of her distress
and conflict was gone. There was
still a little time to spare, and Zaidee
opened her window to let in the
sweet morning air, and looked out
upon the river and the drooping
acacia, which now had only here and
there a blade of autumn foliage hang-
ing yellow upon the end of a bough.
Shehad a great longing in her heart to
do something more — a great yearning
of anxiety to know if anything more
was practicable ; but there was no one
to guide her, no one) to instruct her,
how authoritative law could come to
the assistance of natural justice. When
she had spent a little time in unpro-
fitable thinking, of which no result
came, she went down stairs to the
breakfast-table, where Mr Cumber-
land was the only person before her.
Mr Cumberland had some papers
upon a little table before him, and
was reading them over half aloud.
After a while Zaidee's ear was caught
by a title " deed of gift." It caught
her attention strangely ; and as it
came more than once in the course of
Mr Cumberland's mumbling, she was
induced to draw near. He was al-
ways very kind to her, this whimsical
philosopher, and at all times was ex-
tremely ready to answer questions.
" What is a ' deed of gift ?'" said Zai-
dee. She asked it very simply, and
this good man would have believed
any impossibility in the world sooner
than that his beautiful adopted daugh-
ter had an estate to dispose of.
"A deed of gift is a legal instrument, by
which I give something which belongs
to me into another person's posses-
sion," said Mr Cumberland ; " a sort
of will, which does not necessitate
the death of the testator, Elizabeth ;
but which can come into effect imme-
diately, though you should live a
hundred years;" and Mr Cumber-
land returned to his mumbling. He
had not the most distant idea that
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541
he had said anything of the slightest
importance to his hearer, and he went
on with his necessary business with-
out so much as observing that she was
there.
And she went forward to the win-
dow, and leaned her head upon those
new mullions with a sudden flush of
pride and delight. When Mrs Cum-
berland and Mrs Burtonshaw entered
the room Zaidee did not know ; they
never attracted her observation ; but
she knew in an instant when Mary
-came, aud recalled her wandering
thoughts, and recovered her self-pos-
session. Mr Cumberland was reso-
lute to have his new window " broken
out" without delay. He thought they
had better return once more for a
few days to Mrs Harley's. The sea-
son was advancing ; it might not be
so practicable at another time, and
Mr Cumberland was himself going to
town to deliver a lecture on mono-
grams and decorated letters in gene-
ral, and their effect upon the educa-
tion of the poor. Mrs Cumberland,
who thought it " a sweet idea," and
who was very well disposed to have
a window of painted glass, was quite
inclined to return for a week to Lon-
don ; and even Mrs Burtonshaw,
whose life was made miserable by a
report that certain occupants of the
porch of chanty had harboured there
all night, and made a saturnalia,
strewing the tiled and particoloured
floor with bones and crumbs, and un-
sightly memorials of their feast, had
no objections. They set off accord-
ingly, this unsettled and wandering
party, and again took possession of
the faded London drawing - room.
Next evening was the time of Mr
Cumberland's lecture, and he was to
be in town with them all day.
The next morning Zaidee set out
by herself to make some purchases for
Mrs Cumberland. She was very ig-
norant of everything practical out of
her own limited womanly sphere. She
could not tell where to go to seek for
some lawyer, as she wished to do.
She knew the names of the Inns of
€ourt well enough, and of the Tern pie,
and had a vague idea that lawyers
were plentiful in these quarters, but
that was the sum of Zaidee's know-
ledge. As she walked along very un-
certainly, at a rapid pace, but doubt-
ful of where to go, somebody who was
shooting past her, turned round with
a quick and smiling greeting. His
friendly face gave her comfort in an
instant — it was the artist Steele.
" Does your father know Creswick
— have you seen his picture?" said
Mr Steele, not recollecting at the in-
stant that pictures were not the great
events of life in the house of Mr Cum-
berland— " famous isn't it ? I wish I
could paint like that fellow ; I'd make
my fortune."
" Does he paint better than you? "
said Zaidee, smiling.
" Better ! of course he does ; why,
everybody paints better than me. I'm
not in the Academy," said Mr Steele.
" When the Duke of Scattergood
writes to me, he calls me Steele, R.A.,
and won't be persuaded I've no right
to it. Have I seen you since I sent
him home his picture? Well, he likes
it— yes— he says it's the best of mine
he's ever seen, and wants me to take
another commission. And there's Fur-
long at me for his picture for the Aca-
demy next year. I'll tell you a thing I
said the other day. I was going some-
where with some gentlemen from the
country — connoisseurs you know —
people one must keep in with ; it was
my night at the Graphic, and I took
them to see some sketches. Big Fill-
more, that big fat fellow, was standing
in the doorway. ' Here's Steele, with
his sparks,' says Fillmore. ' What
has that scarecrow to do with it?'
said I ; 'all the sparks he can fitid he
has to steal!'"
Zaidee did not pause to think that
she had heard a great deal better jokes
than this from her witty companion.
She almost interrupted him with the
eager question which hung on her lips.
" Could you tell me where to find a
lawyer? Do you know a gentleman
I could ask about something? It is a
secret. I would rather they did not
know at home," said Zaidee anxiously.
The artist's face grew serious.
" You are very young to have any-
thing to do with lawyers— a great deal
too young. Now, I know you're a
good girl. You need not say any-
thing. I don't mean it for a compli-
ment. It's no credit to you. Of course,
you'd have been as bad as another,
but for grace and mercy. If you tell
me on your word it's nothing that
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Zaidee: a Romance. — Part XII.
they ought to know at home — nothing
that will lie on your conscience — I'll
take you to a lawyer. I won't trust
you, because you're a nice girl, and I
like you; but if you'll give me your
word as a Christian" —
" Indeed, I will," said Zaidee, her
cheek reddening with a sweet colour.
" It is no harm, indeed ; it is to save
harm. I can ask God to bless my
errand ; I give you my word."
Mr Steele looked in her face ear-
nestly, and she returned his look with
those open candid eyes of hers, as
free of evil intent as the clear sky
above. " Come on, then," said her
new companion, drawing her hand
through his arm with a fatherly kind-
ness. " You're too young and too
pretty to go to a lawyer's office ; I'll
take you in, and wait for you. Don't
thank me, now — we've all one Father
— it would be hard if we could not
help each other without looking for
thanks, — come along."
As they went along, her guide went
on talking with the kindest attempt to
divert her thoughts, but Zaidee could
make very little of it in her great
anxiety and eagerness. Her heart
beat very high when they stopped at
last, and entered a great grim house,
and were shown in with solemnity to
the lawyer's private sanctuary. Mr
Furnival was at home; and Mr Steele,
after introducing her simply as " a
young lady," withdrew to wait for
Zaidee outside. Mr Furnival was not
an old man, as Zaidee hoped, but quite
sufficiently youthful to be dazzled by
the unusual beauty of his visitor.
He placed a chair for her with the
most deferential bow. She was very
plainly dressed, and had nothing about
her to indicate rank, or call for this
respect. She was a little disconcerted
by it, having in her own simple mind
the greatest awe for this legal autho-
rity, and seated herself with trepida-
tion, looking up wistfully at the man
who might do so much for her. For
his part, this astonished representative
of law looked round upon his dusty
office with a momentary shame, and
looked at the small hand which rustled
his papers, as Zaidee leaned forward
slightly towards his table, with a secret
idea of some fairy gift of wealth and
happiness being found on the magical
spot when it was gone.
[Nov.
"I came to ask about a deed of
gift. Can I give something that I
have, absolutely away from me, and
never have any power to reclaim it
again ? " — asked Zaidee anxiously.
UI have something which has been
left to me away from the natural heir,
and he will not take it back, though I
plead with him constantly. Can I
make a deed giving it back to him
whether he will or no ?— can I put it
away from myself absolutely and for
ever?"
" You can execute a deed of gift,"
said the lawyer, u certainly, if you
have attained the legal age ; but, per-
haps, if you empowered me to treat
with the other party — if you would
kindly enter a little more into de-
tail."
Zaidee was becoming very much
agitated— it seemed like a voluntary
self-betrayal for a very questionable
good.
"But I cannot enter into detail,
and no one can treat with him," she
said with simple earnestness, her voice
trembling, and her eyes filling with
tears. " Pray, if you will be so very
good as to draw this out for me — say-
that I give everything that was left
to me by my grandfather's will, abso-
lutely, to my cousin Philip — that I
know my grandfather intended to de-
stroy that will. No, stay, that will
not do. It must not be a gift to Philip,
who is the head of the house. I give
it all to my aunt — will you please to
say, sir? — everything absolutely to
her, to be disposed of as she pleases.
I give up all property in it, and protest
that I never was entitled to have any.
Pray will you be so good as to say
all {his for me?"
The lawyer attempted to take a
note of these instructions, but shook
his head. " I am afraid I mast trouble
you to be a little more particular," he
said, "to mention the nature of the
property, the names — I think that
would do. I think I understand your
wishes, with these details."
u It is my grandfather's estate,"
said Zaidee, growing more and more
agitated ; " and the names — could not
I put in the names, if you will write
all the rest?"
ButMrFurnival smiled, and, though
-with the most deferential politeness,
demurred to the possibility of this.
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543
His beautiful client moved the lawyer
into unusual curiosity and interest —
her singular errand and her visible
distress.
"Are you trusted with a great many
secrets?" said Zaidee, anxiously.
" This is the secret of all my life ; if
they find me, or have any trace where
to find me, they ^will not accept this.
If I tell you my name — our name —
will you keep my secret? You are a
stranger ; you do not know them : if
I trust you, will you not betray me?"
"A lawyer is a secret-keeper by
profession," said Mr FurnivaJ, some-
what shaken out of his composure by
this appeal. u It will become my duty
to keep your secret when you trust me
with it. I think you need fear no be-
trayal from me."
Then she told him her name, and
the name of Mrs Vivian of the Grange.
Mr Furnival was very anxious to be
permitted to bring the paper to Miss
Vivian when he had executed it, and
did not understand the hasty terror
with which she volunteered to come
again. In two days she was to come
again, Mr Furnival pledging himself
to have the momentous deed ready
for her signature ; and Zaidee hasten-
ed out to join Mr Steele at the door,
leaving the dazzled lawyer in the pri-
vate room, which had never looked so
dingy, and to the labours which were
perpetually interrupted by a pause of
wonder and admiration. Mr Furnival
would almost have sacrificed the
Grange himself, if he had had it, for a
better introduction and a less embar-
rassing acquaintance with that beauti-
ful face.
CHAPTER XXVIII. — ALARMS,
Mr Cumberland's lecture was a very
successful lecture ; it had the merit —
not a particularly distinguished fea-
ture of popular platform instruction —
of sticking very closely to its text,
and being perfectly in earnest. Mr
Cumberland did not address himself
to a hypothetical body of illuminators
who might be present ; he addressed
himself boldly to the wealthy class,
of which lie himself was a member —
comfortable elderly gentlemen, whose
balance at their bankers' was extreme-
ly satisfactory, and who rode violently
each some particular hobby. On these
respectable brethren Mr Cumberland
vehemently urged the sacred duty of
illuminating their houses ; he exhibit-
ed to them his own I. and C., and
pathetically related the interest of the
urchins who clapped their hands at
the emblazoned letters. " We talk
of popular instruction, the education
of the poor," said Mr Cumberland ;
" you have my permission to make a
grand bonfire of spelling-books, if you
will but adopt this decoration, of it-
self so beautiful, for the front of your
houses. What contribution do you
make, my good sir, to the moral cul-
ture of that little vagabond who dances
before your door? what the better is
it for him that you know your letters?
But let him learn to know that, in
these three mystic and sacred colours
emblazoned over your door, you are
communicating to him two or three of
the radical characters of the alphabet,
the foundation of all learning, and
your relation is immediately changed.
You no longer throw a penny to the
breechless imp, as you throw a bone
to his companion cur; you make a
beautiful picture for his enjoyment,
you cheer his life, you educate his
taste, you improve his mind ; all the
national schools in the world will not
work such a revolution as you have
it in your power to work by this
beautiful expedient— the encourage-
ment of arts and morals — the improve-
ment of the world ! "
A burst of emphatic applause, led
by Mr Steele, who clapped his hands
with the glee of a schoolboy, cheered
on the lecturer ; the members of the
association under whose auspices he
delivered his address bit their lips and
smiled; the elderly gentlemen, each
of whom clung tightly to his own
saddle, looked upon the prancing of
this new steed with small admiration,
and believed Cumberland was crazy
at last. But, with the valour of a
champion, and the ardour due to so
great a principle, Mr Cumberland
went on.
The next two days were once more a
pause in Zaidee's troubled existence.
Percy was not here to quicken Mary's
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Zaidee : a Romance. — Part XII.
suspicions by talk of Zaidee; and
though Mary watched with unwaver-
ing observation, nothing occurred to
add to her chain of evidence. Mary
made great demands upon Zaidee's
time ; when she could help it, she
never left her alone, but pressed her
into a continual round of engagements,
and it was only with the greatest dif-
ficulty that Zaidee was able to escape
from her watchful companion, to keep
her engagement with the lawyer.
With great exertion, however, she
was able to do it, and to fiend off the
deed in another packet — a second
startling communication to Aunt Vi-
vian. Zaidee had done her utmost
when she had done this : she returned
home, trembling with suppressed ex-
citement, exhausted and pale as with
great labour ; nor did she return to
find any comfort or relaxation in the
temporary dwelling-place of her adopt-
ed father. Mary received her with
minute inquiries as to where she had
been, and looks of unequivocal suspi-
cion. Poor Zaidee durst not retreat
to her own room to rest, and elude
this ingenious torture. She was com-
pelled to be still, and bear the brunt
of all, to compose her beating heart
as well as she was able, and to fall
into the everyday quietness of Mrs
Burtonshaw's talk, and Mary Cum-
berland's occupation. She did it with
the painful self-constraint which more
and more felt like guilt to her. She
perceived herself shrinking like a cri-
minal from Mary's notice; and Zaidee
wondered, with a great pang, if this
was not dissimulation, deceit, practi-
cal falsehood, and felt all her supports
and all her strength yielding under
her; was she doing evil that good
might come ?
And she began to have hours of
that indefinite illness and sadness
which people compassionately call
headache, and to feel, indeed, her un-
shed tears a burning weight over her
-eyebrows. When Percy returned, she
saw him talking apart with Mary, and
with terror perceived that Mary no
longer wished to confide to her what
Percy said. Zaidee asked herself,
night and day, should she fly away
again? — but she had no longer the
strength of resolution which would fit
her for this, nor had she the happy
immunity from evil which belonged
[Nov.
to a child. She was a woman grown
— a beautiful woman ; her heart sick-
ened at the prospect of the desert
world which lay before her, and she
clung with a strange regard to her
familiar shelter : Time enough for
flight when her fears were verified —
when the last evil, the distinct dis-
covery, came. She stayed with her
kind friends, day by day, like one over
whom the extreme punishment of the
law was hanging: before to-morrow
she might be flying from them a hope-
less fugitive ; before to-morrow she
might have said farewell to these
affectionate faces, and be dead for
ever to her second home.
And when Percy came, Zaidee could
not be still in her favourite corner, or
withdraw her attention from him.
With her beating heart and her strain-
ed ear, she came as close beside these
betrothed companions as it was pos-
sible to come, and listened with a
sickening anxiety. She knew the
glance of Percy's excitement when he
entered, a few days after she had sent
away her deed, as well as if he had
proclaimed it aloud, and in a moment
the most complete self-control calmed
Zaidee's mind and person, and she
waited with breathless eagerness to
hear what he would say.
u Let me speak to you, Mary," said
Percy ; " we have another event in
this marvellous history. Come, let
me tell you here."
But Mary, who had her own rea-
sons for permitting Zaidee to listen,
sat still, and heard his story where
she was. " A deed of gift — a legal
instrument — and from London this
time," said Percy, with great excite-
ment, though in an under-tone. " We
cannot cope with this invisible agent;
while we are searching for her in one
place, she makes her appearance sud-
denly in another. It is like an actual
dealing with some spiritual influence.
My mother says, Search London.
Heaven knows, I am as anxious as
she is ; but how to search London,
Mary ! I am at my wit's end ; advise
me what I must do."
" I will advise jrou by-and-by,"
said Mary, quietly, " but tell me now
what is this new thing — another let-
ter ? — is that what you mean ? "
. " Not a letter — a deed executed by
a lawyer, conferring the Grange upon
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545
my mother by a formal gift. My
mother, of course, can refuse to accept
it ; but, to tell the truth, these lands
occupy a very small share of our
thoughts. My mother can think of
nothing but Zaidee. I have sent for
Sophy to the Grange to keep her
company : left to herself with nothing
but these strange communications, the
author of which it is impossible to
trace, I almost fear for my mother.
She is neither nervous nor fanciful,
or she must have been ill before
now."
"And Sophy is your youngest
sister," said Mary Cumberland. Zai-
dee, driven to another expedient, was
working now at her needle, and had
made no sign, ever so secret, of inte-
rest. This perfect composure gave
ground for Mary's suspicion as potent
as agitation could have done. " The
story is a strange story ; she is near
enough to hear ; she could not have
listened so quietly had it been new to
her," said Mary ; and not without an
object was her present question, to
draw a little more of the family his-
tory from Percy, and put Zaidee off
her guard.
u Sophy is my youngest sister, and
though I believe the most practical of
us all, she has made what people call
a very foolish marriage ; and neither
Reginald nor she are likely to be in-
jured by three months in the Grange.
But do not think of Sophy — think of
our mysterious correspondent — and
help me if you can."
Mary shook her head, and could
suggest nothing. But she had seen
Zaidee's work pause in interest for
Sophy — that was worth an exertion ;
and she set herself anew to build up her
chain of evidence. Mary had a certain
pride of intellect about her, though
her understanding was by no means
of a brilliant character. She would
not ask Percy's assistance, as he asked
hers; she was resolute to discover this
mystery unaided. Then she recollect-
ed Zaidee's absence, which she had
not accounted for— she became very
eager in her investigations, and very
full of hope.
But Zaidee heard no more of this
conversation till Percy was on the
point of departure. Then one thing
rung upon her ear, " Philip is on his
way ; he was to start with the next
mail, and a week or two more will
bring him home."
" A week or two more." The room
swam in Zaidee's eyes — she did not
see this time the sidelong look with
which Mary watched the sudden
paleness and blindness which came
upon her. Eestraint had gone as far
as restraint could go ; she rose up, and
went away from the room swiftly and
suddenly, stumbling over some unseen
pieces of furniture in her way. Poor
Zaidee, she had but thrown herself
upon her bed, and pressed her burning
temples with her hands, when Mary
opened the door and asked, "May I
come in ? " With the quietness of de-
spair, Zaidee raised herself up once
more. " You look very pale ; your
eyes are red — what is the matter with
you, Lizzy?" asked her visitor, struck
with compassion, as she saw her
face. "Only my head aches," said
Zaidee. Her head did ache, and
throb, and burn with great pain —
her mind was almost yielding to this
persecution. She raised herself with
a momentary sullenness of resistance,
and turned round upon her pursuer
with her dark eyes dilated, and an
agony of determination in them. If
Mary had any purpose in thus follow-
ing her, she wanted resolution to
carry it out. " Lie down and rest,"
said Mary, laying back Zaidee's head
against her will, upon the pillow, and
wrapping a shawl round her; and
Mary stooped to kiss her with a tear
in her eye, and said, like Percy, " Poor
child ! "
When Mary was gone, a long, long
burst of restrained tears gave ease to
the throbbing brow which was laden
with this unshed torrent — and then
poor Zaidee in her great weariness com-
posed herself like a child, and slept.
CHAPTER XXIX. — ANOTHER TRIAL.
The next morning restored to a thinking over her own position, and
calmer and less constrained composure had come to the conclusion that she
the mind of Zaidee ; she had been could not remain much longer here
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without Mary acquiring complete pos-
session of her secret. But along with
this conviction came all the strength
of affection which Zaidee cherished
for her adopted sister, and these most
kind and loving friends. She was not
so ready to throw away for a second
time all the comforts of existence.
" I will stay while I can," said Zaidee
to herself mournfully ; " I will not
hasten my fate ;" and she went down
to the family breakfast-table with sad
self-possession, and, making up her
mind that she could be only a very
little time with them, exhausted her-
self in grateful cares and attentions to
Mrs Cumberland, who, not much used
to real devotion, was touched for a
moment out of her extravagance into
reality ; and to Mrs Burtonshaw, whose
mind, always full of reference to Sylvo,
became more and more convinced of
his good fortune. By this time they
had once more returned home, and
the great mirror reflected in the midst
of its gay panorama of moving figures
and bright looks one beautiful face
- full of wistful thought and sorrowful-
ness, one perfect form seated quietly
within its range, working at bits of
rare embroidery, — an art in which
Zaidee's powers of execution now
were almost equal to her inventive
fancy. These were all intended for
little presents, gifts of remembrance
to the friends from whom this loving
exile must shortly go away. As she
sat there at her thoughtful occupation,
Zaidee was as fair a type of woman-
hood as ever painter made immortal ;
and with her woman's work, her face
so full of thought, her unconscious
and unremembered beauty, you would
have thought her one of those domestic
angels, whose'peace and gladness every
heart of her kindred would defend to
the death. Lovingly, and with a touch
of pathos, this softened reflection gave
back the beautiful wave of dark brown
hair — the brow like a young queen's,
the graceful head bent over its quiet
labour ; and you could not have be-
lieved with what a precarious and
uncertain grasp this beautiful girl held
every kindness that blessed her, and
how doubtful was her possession of
home and shelter, how uncertain and
how clouded her approaching fate.
" He will not come to-day," said
Mary, in answer to her mother's ques-
[Nov.
tion, " When are we to expect Mr
Vivian ? " " Mrs Vivian is very ill,
mamma ; he is called to the Grange."
Mary spoke in an under-tone, but
Zaidee's quick ear caught the words.
She went on with her sewing without
a pause. She gave no evidence of
anxiety ; but the blood rushed to her
heart, and her face paled to a deadly
colour. " Very ill — called home to the
Grange ;" she repeated the words in
her mind vacantly, aware that they
had stunned her, but knowing no-
thing more. Then gradually she
began to think of Aunt Vivian !— aunt
Vivian ! — aunt Vivian ! She repeated
this name, too, again and again,
while tears crept to her eyes. Why
was Aunt Vivian very ill? had all
this fatigue and excitement done it ?
had she done it? — she, this unfor-
tunate Zaidee 1 When they all dis-
persed and went about their different
occupations, Zaidee sat still like a
statue, working mechanically, in a
stupor of inquiry and anxiety, and
blank woefulness. She had risen this
morning with a heavy presentiment ;
was this how it was to be fulfilled ?
When Mary left the room, she called
Zaidee to accompany her, but Zaidee
did not hear the call. It was a very
different thing, saying, " I will never
see Aunt Vivian again," and contem-
plating the possibility of God Himself
stepping in to make this certain.
Zaidee was lost in a realisation of the
infinite greatness of this calamity ; her
thoughts leaped to the extremest
limit of it with the terror of love.
She would die ; she was all the mother
whom Zaidee's orphanhood had ever
known, and she should never see her
again.
After awhile she put down her work
and went to her own room and tried
to pray — but her prayers were broken
with bursts of tears and sobbing, and
restrained cries — u Aunt Vivian ! aunt
Vivian!" Zaidee stretched out her
hand as if to stay her departing —
cried aloud with a passionate sup-
plication. This dreadful imperious
Death had never yet crossed her way
— her heart shrank before him, and
made a wild appeal against his power.
Keligion itself, with all its mighty
hopes and consolations, did not still
the first outcry of startled nature. It
was very hard for her now to put a
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547
veil upon her heart, and descend once
more to the family circle, which was
unshadowed by her dreadful anxiety.
She remained in her own apartment
almost all the day, shut up by herself,
and was glad to say that her head
ached when she was inquired for.
Her head ached, indeed, but not so
sorely as her heart.
And Mary was merciful and for-
bearing, and did not scrutinise Zaidee's
distress, as the first suggestion of her
curiosity impelled her to do. There
was a cruelty in this which not all
Mary's natural pleasure in investiga-
tion, nor her eagerness to make a
discovery, could lead her to do. She no
longer doubted what was the cause.
She saw the connection clearly be-
tween Mrs Vivian's illness and the
anxiety of Zaidee, and with careful
kindness Mary guarded the door of
her beautiful sister from the solicitous
visits of Aunt Burtonshaw. What
step she herself would take to prove
her imagined discovery, or to make
it known to Percy, Mary had not yet
resolved ; but from henceforward she
took under her own efficient protection
the lost child whom she had found.
44 I have a right to take care of her —
she is not only my beautiful sister,
she is Percy's cousin — the child of
his house. I will let no one intrude
on her now."
So said Mary as she guarded Zaidee's
door. And Mary was at no loss to
know why Zaidee always appeared
at the breakfast- table in the morning,
though her " head ached " all day.
But a long week of weariness and
suffering passed, and still Percy wrote
hurried notes, only speaking of his
mother's great illness, his mother's
danger. Zaidee's eyes were becomiDg
hollow, her beautiful cheek was white
with watching, with pain and anxiety,
and her heart failed her day by day.
No one understood what was the
strange and sudden ailment which had
come upon her ; only Mary, active
and firm, kept the doctor away from
Zaidee's door, warded off Aunt Bur-
tonshaw's nursing, and left the poor
girl to herself unmolested. Mary was
content to wait for her proof. She
had attained to a distinct moral cer-
tainty, and with a firm and ready
hand she took possession of this suf-
ferer, who could not defend herself
from the efforts of mistaken kindness.
She was brave in the cause of her own
dear and intimate friend — Percy's
cousin — the heiress of the Grange.
Zaidee was no longer " a subject" to-
ner acute and watchful faculties, but
her own very sister — her charge, whose
distress she alone could soften or re-
lieve.
And then, like a revelation from
heaven, came these blessed news, —
first, that there was hope ; then that
danger was over; finally, that the
patient was rapidly recovering, and
Percy on his way back to London j
and then, standing behind her, Mary
Cumberland saw Zaidee once more
reflected in the mirror, working at
her embroidery, and putting up her
hand in silence to wipe off from her
pale cheek those tears of joy. When
this end was reached, the active mind
of Mary betook itself to another ques-
tion— distinct proof. It cost her a
great deal of consideration— a great
deal of care and elaborate precaution.
She must not hastily betray her own
plan of operations, and give the sub-
ject of them time to make another
forlorn flight forth into the world.
Even in case of that, Mary, a little
complacent in her own sagacity, had
no doubt she could find her ; but the
matter now was how to avoid this ;
and with infinite pains and caution
Mary laid her snare.
44 Elizabeth was very much con-
cerned— she was extremely anxious
about Mrs Vivian," said Mary, with
a look of dubious meaning, which
Percy did not comprehend.
And Percy, to whom this beautiful
sister was a perpetual enigma, looked
very curious and very much interested,
and said, " Was she anxious? — yet
you never saw my mother. Your sis-
ter is one of those pure disengaged
hearts, is she, Mary, who think of
every other before themselves?"
44 Yes, I think you are right," said
Mary, " but she is not my sister. I
never told you — she is only an adopt-
ed child."
Percy said 4' Indeed!" and was
startled. But his suspicions had no
direction towards Zaidee ; he mused
over it a little in his mind, .but asked
no further questions. Now this was
all the clue this youthful diplomatist
proposed to give to her lover. She
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was quite elated that he did not im-
mediately follow it out — it left all the
more to be done by herself.
And Mary began to propose to him
a little plan for a journey to Cheshire,
of which her mind was full. She was
anxious to see Mrs Vivian, to see the
Grange and Castle Vivian, too, of
which Percy had spoken to her more
than once of late. Then there was
Philip, who was coming home so
shortly. Mary wished very much to
meet with this unknown and much
commended brother in his native
county — to see him come home. Such
a project was much too flattering to
meet with any objections from Percy;
he entered into it with the greatest
delight. " Elizabeth requires a
change," said Mary pointedly; " I will
speak to mamma to-night. Do you tell
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her what rejoicings there will be for
your brother's return, and something
about romantic scenery, and attached
tenants, and your ancient house. You
know very well how to do it, and so I
shall get my request granted. I know
I will."
Percy laughed, and promised to do
his best, and they separated. As he
went upon his homeward way, Percy
could not detach his thoughts from
this beautiful sister. His mind wan-
dered about her with an unaccount-
able attraction, a strange painful inte-
rest. He would not have been much
surprised at anything which was told
him of her, but his suspicion took no
definite form. Mary, full of glee in
her skill and powers, had this secret
to solve by her own wit and daring
alone.
PROFESSOR JOHNSTON'S LAST WORK.
DEATH has struck a bright name
from the roll of Science, by removing
from us Professor Johnston of Dur-
ham. It is no exaggeration to say,
that the death of this eminent writer
is a national loss ; for by it the
country has been bereft of one who
has done more than has ever yet been
done to preach science to the masses,
and to set its laws, discovered in the
laboratory, a -working in our fields
and factories. The professional pur-
suit of science has two phases. One
of these consists in the discovery of
occult laws of nature, and the detec-
tion of valuable properties in matter ;
the other consists in publicly set-
ting forth these discoveries in such a
way that they become known and ap-
preciated by the masses, and, being
applied in the arts of life, prove a
permanent addition to the comforts
and resources of mankind. Dis-
tinguished in the first of these depart-
ments of science, Professor Johnston
was without an equal in the second.
Though not devoid of high specula-
tive power, his love of the useful, and
his eminently practical turn of
thought, attracted him ever to sub-
jects of a national importance. To
the farmers especially, struggling with
the competition of foreign grain, his
science did good service ; and if our
fields are now greener, our crops
heavier, and our stock fatter, we owe
somewhat of this great boon to him.
To convert the truths of science into
tangible results, — that was his chief
aim, — and who ever succeeded so well
in it as he? Untiring industry and a
prescient tenacity of purpose mark-
ed his career. Conscious of good
talents, and of a strong natural pre-
dilection for scientific pursuits, the
development of this aim of his life,
though at times moving but slowly, or
even to appearance standing still, was
ever uppermost in his thoughts.
While he taught as a tutor or trained
as a schoolmaster, the aim of his life
was still present to him, — still quietly
and resolutely worked after ; and in
due time it came. He broke from the
obscurity of his little-noticed noviciate
into a reputation which is more than
European. And now, when he had
reached the zenith of his powers, —
when the fruits of long years of
patient and admirably-directed study
were being so attractively developed,
he has passed away, — leaving the
traces of his matchless handiwork in
many a department of applied science,
The Chemistry of Common Life. By JAMES F. W. JOHNSTON, M.A., F.R.SS.
L. & E., &c. 2 Vols. Edinburgh : William Blackwood & Sons.
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but with no one for the present to
take up his mantle.
To such regrets at the loss which
science has sustained by the death of
Professor Johnston, we must add
others of a personal character. Not
seldom has the Professor's graphic
and ever-interesting pen contributed
to this Magazine ; and his untimely
death recalls vividly to mind a tribute
which he paid to a fellow-worker in
science, cut off in circumstances very
analogous to his own. Two years
ago, when alluding to a work of Dr
Pereira's, he spoke of its author in the
following touching and most gener-
ous terms, than which none fitter can
now be used in regard to himself:
" Snatched suddenly from the midst
of his labours, there are few in any
way familiar with the subject who
will not regret the extinction of so
much learning, and, apart from all
private considerations, that the world
should have so prematurely lost the
benefits of his ripening judgment and
experience, and the result of his ex-
tended reading and research. Yet
how many precious cabinets of col-
lected knowledge do we see thus hur-
riedly sealed up for ever ! How often,
when a man appears to have reached
that condition of mental culture and
accumulated information, in which he
is fitted to do the most for the ad-
vancement of learning, or for pro-
moting the material comfort of his
fellows — how often does the cold hand
suddenly and mysteriously paralyse
and stop him ! He has been per-
mitted to add only a small burden of
earth to the rising mound of intellec-
tual elevation, — scarcely enough to
signify to after-comers that his hand
has laboured at the work. Neverthe-
less, he may have shown a new way
of advancing, so that to others the
toil is easier and the progress faster,
because he has gone before." *
Professor Johnston's last work was
his best, — if not the most importantly
useful, it at least possessed in a greater
degree than any of his other works
the charm of exceeding interest of sub-
ject, and a grace and graphicness of
treatment.
It is curious to mark how many
interesting works have been, and
may still be, written upon " com-
mon things;" but we do not think
we overrate the importance of the
topic, or the ability with which it is
handled, when we say it is hardly
possible to imagine a more useful or
attractive work of its kind than that
which the lamented Professor has pub-
lished on the Chemistry of Common
Life. It is one of those books so
compendious in its nature and so
varied in its contents — treating its
multiplicity of details with such terse
symmetry, and illustrating them so
neatly and suggestively by woodcuts
— that nothing less than a perusal
will do justice to it. But what a
wide, curious, and instructive field of
thought does such a perusal open up !
Commencing with the bread and beef,
the beer and tobacco, forming the diet
and exhilarants of our own popula-
tion, we pass abroad, and, journeying
from clime to clime, are shown the
various articles which men eat, drink,
and make merry with, from the Pole to
the Equator, from England to Cathay.
And all this information is pervaded
by a spirit of scientific philosophy,
which is hardly seen to be profound, it
is so clear and practical in its bearings ;
— while the concluding chapters, round-
ing off the work, discuss all the strange
physical phenomena of human life, and
the not less strange and ceaseless cir-
culation by which matter, that true
Proteus of the universe, is built up
now into one form, now into an-
other.
Instinct proves a safe guide to
mankind long before the acquired
powers of science step in to corrobo-
rate its convictions. Hence we find
that the staple food of the most bar-
barous and most civilised races, how-
ever it may vary in outward sem-
blance, is in essence the same. The
rude Papuan of the Eastern Archi-
pelago, and the Indian savage of the
American prairies, present in their
culinary and dietetic arrangements
the most extraordinary contrast to
the highly - favoured people whose
palates are tended with exquisite
skill by the Ve"rys and Soyers of
Paris and London. Yet cast the edi-
bles and even the potables of these
very opposite sections of mankind
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into the crucible or retort of the che-
mist, and it will be found that bar-
barism knows the wants of the
human frame in such matters quite
as well as civilisation. It is hard to
say by what happy instinct the vari-
ous tribes of mankind have lighted
upon those productions of earth most
fitted for their sustenance. It is im-
possible to attribute their knowledge
in this matter to one common and
primeval source, from whence it has
been scattered by tradition into every
quarter of the globe ; for, although
there is no part of the habitable
world in which the staple food of
mankind is not to be found, yet that
food varies in form from clime to
clime — here a tree and there a cereal,
now the fruit, now the leaf, and now
the root, — so that each region de-
mands a knowledge peculiar to itself.
Yet so it is, — in all countries man has
found out what is good for him, by
experience or unerring instinct, long
before the light of science dawned
upon his path. Over one wide re-
gion we find the grasses developed
by cultivation into the precious ce-
reals,— in another quarter we find wild-
growing roots, such as the yam and
potato, converted into staple articles
of food, — while the primeval woods
have everywhere furnished trees and
bushes whose leaves or fruit have been
made use of by mankind from the
earliest times.
When the Spaniards first landed in
the New World, they found the In-
dians smoking the leaf of a plant which
had been in use amongst them from
time immemorial, and which, trans-
ported by Raleigh and others to
Europe, has now found favour in every
quarter of the globe ; and it would
seem, from the old monuments of
China, that a species of the same to-
bacco-plant had been similarly made
use of there from the remotest anti-
quity. When Cortes penetrated into
Mexico, he found the natives bruising
the oily seeds of the cocoa-plant in
order to form a beverage; and so
highly did the father of botany, the
great Linnaeus, think of the discern-
ment of these barbarians, that he styles
the plant Theobroma, or " the food of
the gods." When Pizarro and his va-
gabond adventurers reached Peru,
they found the mountaineers of the"
Andes chewing the remarkable coca-
leaf, which at once invigorated them
for their labours, and solaced and de-
lighted their mind. And, in fine,
who can tell when the tea -plant was
first singled out, as a precious exhilar-
ant, from the wild shrubs of China ;
or when the native tribes of South
America first discovered and availed
themselves of the virtues latent in the
so-called tea-plant of Paraguay ? Our
own fields and gardens are full of ve-
getable transformations bespeaking
the skill and natural intelligence of
man in selecting and converting to his
use the food-products of earth. The
JEgilops, a wild neglected grass on
the shores of the Mediterranean, in
long past ages has been converted by
cultivation into perfect and productive
wheat ; and from others originally
wild like this, though as yet unknown,
have come our oats and barley, and
rye and maize, in all their varieties, —
as well as the numerous forms of the
Eastern dhurra, rice, and millet, and
of the less known quinoa of South
America. Our cultivated potato, with
all its varieties, springs from the tiny
and bitter root of the wild plant, which
has its native home on the sea-shores
of Chili. Our cabbages, cauliflowers,
kohl-rabis, and turnips, all spring from
one or more species of Brassica, which
in their natural state have poor woody
bitter stems and leaves, and useless
spindle-shaped roots ; while our apples,
plums, grapes, and other prized fruits,
come from well-known wild and little-
esteemed progenitors.
Beef and bread — these, like two
pillars, support corporeal existence, —
being not merely the staff, but the
very legs upon which human life pro-
ceeds upon its journey. Fibrin and
starch are the chief elements of our
corporeal frame ; and beef, peculiarly
abounding in the former, and bread,
not less abounding in the latter, are
thus the types of the two great classes
into which the articles of human food
may be divided. We need say no-
thing about Beef, which in its generic
sense includes mutton, pork,. veal, and
everything that comes within the wide
category of Flesh. Everything that
runs upon four legs has been com-
placently appropriated by man for the
edification and sustentation of his own
frame — his corporeal ego. Besides
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the domesticated herds and flocks im-
molated for the perpetuation of civil-
ised life, the vast reserves of nature —
the unclaimed portions of earth, where
man has never shocked Jean- Jacques
Rousseau by saying, u This is mine" —
swarm with herds more numerous
still, for the sustenance of the savage
and the hunter. Over the prairies of
America roam uncounted herds of the
lordly buffalo, with the black beards
of the bulls sweeping the ground, and
their hoofs spurning the sward with
the speed of horses, — diminishing year
by year beneath the arrows of the
Indians and the rifles of the trappers,
and destined to disappear even as the
mammoth itself has done from the
same fields, and as the Red Men are
likewise doing. Over the steppes of
Tartary roam herds of the wild horse,
the lasso'd captives from whose ranks
support the nomade tribes by the milk
of the mares, and which have sent
forth that Scythian cavalry which, in
every age, has been the terror of the
civilised world, and the great agent
of change among the empires of the
East. The vast plains of Africa are
still more numerously tenanted. This
continent, too often thought of as
one vast expanse of sterility, is, in
fact, the great Menagerie of Nature,
whose verdant savannahs and lofty
evergreen forests form a lordly soli-
tude for all manner of untamed beasts,
and over whose southern plains glide
the springbok and other deer, in
herds, sometimes three days' journey
in length, furnishing food for the
Kaffir tribes who follow in their track,
and who migrate with them in search
of verdure all the year round. We
are far from saying, as some do, that
the main design of this profusion of
animal life is to furnish food for man ;
— we should much rather say that the
Creator filled the solitudes with these
wild creatures, enjoying in their own
untrammelled fashion the boon of life,
in order that they might occupy until
man came. But it is unquestionable
that we do prey upon the lower
animals even as they victimise the
vegetable creation. And so general
is the craving for the fibrinous flesh
of animals, and so potent in some
regions the demands of hunger, that
there is hardly a single species of bird
or beast or creeping thing that has
not contributed to the sustenance of
the omnivorous biped, Man; — even
alligator -chops and roasted rattle-
snakes, figuring in the bill of fare in
certain parts of the world.
But these solids of man's diet by no
means furnish so interesting a theme
as the beverages and exhilarants
which he has sought out for himself.
A very large portion of liquid is
needed to supply the demands of the
human frame, so that, besides the
liquid contained in or mingled with
our articles of diet, we find drinks
prepared from vegetable substances in
use in all quarters of the world. These
drinks, though not devoid of useful-
ness, belong rather to the luxuries
than to the necessaries of life : they
consist of infused beverages, which
are drunk hot, and fermented liquors,
which are usually taken cold. The
love of such warm drinks prevails
almost universally, in tropical equally
as in arctic regions ; so that the prac-
tice evidently meets some universal
want of our poor human nature. " la
Central America the Indian of native
blood, and the Creole of mixed Euro-
pean race, indulge alike in their ancient
chocolate. In Southern America the
tea of Paraguay is an almost universal
beverage. The native North American
tribes have their Apallachian tea, their
Oswego tea, their Labrador tea, and
many others. From Florida to Georgia
in the United States, and over all the
West India Islands, the naturalised
European races sip their favourite
coffee ; while over the Northern States
of the Union, and in the British pro-
vinces, the tea of China is in constant
and daily use. All Europe, too, has
chosen its prevailing beverage. Spain
and Italy delight in chocolate ; France
and Germany, Sweden and Turkey, in
coffee; Russia, Holland, and England
in tea ; — while poor Ireland makes a
warm drink from the husks of the
cocoa, the refuse of the chocolate mills
of Italy and Spain. All Asia feels the
same want, and in different ways has
long gratified it. Coffee, indigenous
in Arabia or the adjoining countries,
has followed the banner of the Prophet
wherever his false faith has triumphed.
Tea, a native of China, has spread
spontaneously over the hill-country
of the Himalayas, the table-lands of
Tartary and Tibet, and the plains of
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Siberia— has climbed the Altais, over-
spread all Russia, and is equally des-
potic in Moscow as in St Petersburg.
In Sumatra, the coffee-leaf yields the
favourite tea of the dark-skinned po-
pulation, while Central Africa boasts
of the Abyssinian chaat as the indi-
genous warm drink of its Ethiopian
peoples. Everywhere un-intoxicating
and non- narcotic beverages are in ge-
neral use — among tribes of every
colour, beneath every sun, and in
every condition of life."
The tea of China forms the daily
drink of a larger number of men than
all the rest of these beverages put to-
gether. The plant from which it is
obtained is to be seen growing to per-
fection on the dry sunny slopes of
central China. It is cropped down
and made to grow bushy ; and being
planted in rows three or four feet
apart, the crops have some resemblance
to a garden of gooseberry bushes.
Strange to say, the leaves, when freshly
plucked, possess nothing either of the
odour or flavour of the dried leaves —
the pleasant taste and delightful na-
tural scent for which they are after-
wards so highly prized, being all de-
veloped by the roasting which they
undergo in the process of drying. The
mode of using the prepared tea-leaves
in China is to put them into a cup, to
pour hot water upon them, and then
to drink the infusion off the leaves,
and without admixture. Only once,
while wandering over the tea-districts,
did Mr Fortune meet with sugar and
a tea-spoon. In China cold water is
disliked, and considered unwholesome,
and therefore tea is taken to quench
the thirst, which it does best when
unmixed— (a bottle of cold tea, with-
out either milk or sugar, being, ac-
cording to Mr Colquhoun of The Moor
and the Loch, the best thirst-assuager
a sportsman can carry with him).
The universal use, on the other hand,
of sugar and cream or milk among us,
probably arose from tea being intro-
duced here as a beverage among
grown-up people whose tastes were
already formed, and who required
something to make the bitter infusion
palatable. The practice thus begun
has ever since continued, and, physio-
logically considered, is probably an
improvement upon the Eastern fashion.
The practice of scenting teas is very
common in China, and various odori-
ferous plants are employed for this
purpose. In Russia a squeeze of a
lemon often takes the place of our
cream; and in Germany, where the
tea is made very weak, it is common
to flavour it with rum, cinnamon, or
vanilla. A pinch of soda put into the
water along with the leaves has the
effect of dissolving a portion at least
of the very large proportion of gluten
which they contain (which by the ordi-
nary process of infusion is almost en-
tirely lost), and the beverage in conse-
quence is made more nutritious. The
method of preparing the brick- tea
adopted among the Mongols and other
tribes of Tartary, is believed to ex-
tract the greater part of the nutriment
of the leaH They rub the tea to fine
powder, boil it with the alkaline water
of the Steppes, to which salt and fat
have been added, and pour off the de-
coction from the sediment. Of this
liquid they drink from twenty to thirty
cups a-day, mixing it first with milk,
butter, and a little roasted meal.
Even without meal, and mixed only
with a little milk, they can subsist (at
a pinch, we presume) upon it for weeks
in succession. But " the most perfect
way of using tea," says Professor
Johnston, " is that described, I think,
by Captain Basil Hall, as practised
on the coast of South America, where
tea-leaves, after being exhausted by
infusion, are handed round the com"-
pany upon a silver salver, and par-
taken of by each guest in succession.
The exhilarating effects of the hot
liquid are in this practice followed by
the nutritive effects of the solid leaf.
It is possible that this practice may
refer to the Paraguay tea, so exten-
sively used in South America ; but in
either case the merit of it is the same."
We read of tea being used in China
as early as the third century, and
probably the practice is still older.
The Chinese, who are great admirers
of the beverage, have interwoven the
origin of it with the graces of fable.
The legend relates that "a pious
hermit, who, in his watchiugs and
prayers, had often been overtaken by
sleep, so that his eyelids closed, in
holy wrath against the weakness of
the flesh, cut them off, and threw
them on the ground. But a god
caused a tea-shrub to spring out of
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them, the leaves of which exhibit the
form of an eyelid bordered with lashes,
and possess the gift of hindering
sleep." A somewhat similar story is
related concerning the introduction of
coffee into Arabia ; but both legends
were probably invented long after the
qualities of tea and coffee had be-
come known. It was after the year
600 A. D. that the use of tea became
general in China, and early in the
ninth century it was introduced into
Japan. To Europe it was not brought
till about the beginning of the seven-
teenth century. Hot infusions of
leaves had been already long familiar
as drinks in European countries.
Dried sage-leaves were much in use
in England, and are even said to have
been carried by the Dutch as an ar-
ticle of trade to China, there to be
exchanged for the Chinese leaf, which
has since almost entirely superseded
them. A Russian embassy to China
also brought back to Moscow some
carefully-packed green tea, which was
received with great acceptance. And
in the same century (1664) the Eng-
lish East India Company considered
it as a rare gift to present the Queen
of England with two pounds of tea !
The important manner in which the
tea-duties now figure in the budgets of
our Chancellors of the Exchequer show
what a change has taken place since
then. Tea, from being a rare luxury,
is now consumed by all classes of the
community. Its mild and attractive
influence has greatly helped to ren-
der obsolete the after-dinner orgies
of our grandfathers ; and, by drawing
men from the rough intercourse of
their own sex in the dining-room into
the gentler communion of the fair
sex, it has done much to refine the
habits of the former, and to give to
woman a higher and more influential
position in the social circle. It would
be well if the process were carried
yet farther ; for is it not a slur upon
our dinner-parties, as well as a great
diminisher of their pleasure, that we
must so long exclude the gentler sex,
who give the grace to life and inter-
course, from our communion? It
cannot be doubted, too, that the in-
troduction and large consumption of
tea amongst us, has exercised a
physical as well as a social change-j-
although it is difficult to say what is
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553
the exact nature or degree of that
change which the constant use of this
nerve-exciting beverage has wrought
upon our corporeal frames. Along
with the great intellectual develop-
ment of the national character in
recent times, of which it is at once
an index and an aid, the use of tea
has probably conduced to that greater
nervous sensibility which distinguishes
us from our ancestors. It would be
curious to speculate how far the con-
stant and all-prevalent use of tea,
acting upon us from sire to son, has
tended to produce the "spasmodic"
spiritualism which characterises the
New School of English poetry. In
the opinion of a French critic in the
Revue des Deux Mondes^ the rise and
popularity of this new school indicates
a change, and threatens a bouleverse-
ment of all that has hitherto been most
characteristic of John Bull ; but, with
all deference to the Gallic critic, we
rejoice to say that it is quite clear, from
the daring prowess of our soldiers at
Alma and Inkermann, that neither the
poetry nor the tea have in any way
diminished the steady pluck and bot-
tom so characteristic of the British
nation.
Although brought into notice at the
Great Exhibition of 1851, it is a fact
little known in this country that the
leaf of the coffee-tree may be, and is,
used as a substitute for that of the
tea-plant. The use of the coffee-leaf
in this way is said to be an old prac-
tice in the Eastern Archipelago ; and
in the island of Sumatra, especially,
says Professor Brande, prepared coffee-
leaves " form the only beverage of the
whole population, and, from their
nutritive qualities, have become an
important necessary of life." Mr
Ward, who has been many years
settled in Sumatra, bears the follow-
ing remarkable testimony to the good
qualities of this coffee-tea : —
" The natives have a prejudice against
the use of water as a beverage, asserting
that it does not quench thirst, or afford
the strength and support the coffee-leaf
does. With a little boiled rice and infu-
sion of the coffee-leaf, a man will support
the labours of the field in rice-planting
for days and weeks successively, up to
the knees in mud, under a burning sun or
drenching rain, which he could not do by
the use of simple water, or by the aid of
2o
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spirituous or fermented liquors. I have
had the opportunity of observing for
twenty years the comparative use of the
coffee-leaf in one class of natives, and of
spirituous liquors in another — the native
Sumatrans using the former, and the
natives of British India, settled here, the
latter ; and I find that, while the former
expose themselves with impunity to every
degree of heat, cold, and wet, the latter
can endure neither wet nor cold for even
a short period, without danger to their
health.
" Engaged myself in agriculture, and
being in consequence much exposed to
the weather, I was induced several years
ago, from an occasional use of the coffee-
leaf, to adopt it as a daily beverage, and
my constant practice has been to take
two cups of a strong infusion, with milk,
in the evening, as a restorative after the
business of the day. I find from it im-
mediate relief from hunger and fatigue.
The bodily strength is increased, and the
mind left for the evening clear and in full
possession of its faculties. On its first
use, and when the leaf has not been suffi-
ciently roasted, it is said to produce vigi-
lance ; but I am inclined to think that,
where this is the case, it is rather by
adding strength and activity to the mental
faculties, than by inducing nervous ex-
citement. I do not recollect this effect
on myself except once, and that was when
the leaf was insufficiently roasted.
" As a beverage the natives universally
prefer the leaf to the berry, giving as a
reason that it contains more of the bitter
principle, and is more nutritious. In the
lowlands, coffee is not planted for the
berry, not being sufficiently productive ;
but, for the leaf, the people plant it round
their houses for their own use. It is an
undoubted fact that everywhere they
prefer the leaf to the berry."*
As we have before remarked, leaf-
decoctions resembling tea have been
in use in almost every quarter of the
world, and Professor Johnston enume-
rates thirty different species of plants
from which such decoctions are made.
All these, however, are so very limit-
ed in their use compared with those
which we have described, that we may
pass on to the other class of infusions,
— namely, those prepared from the
seeds or roots of plants, roasted,
ground, and infused in boiling water.
Foremost of these is coffee, which
comes to us from three quarters of the
globe, namely, the East Indies, the
West Indies, and Arabia. The coffee-
tree averages in height from ten to
twenty feet, according to the clime and
soil in which it grows. It is covered
with a dark, smooth, shining, and
evergreen foliage ; its flowers are pale
white, fragrant, and rapidly fading :
its fruit is like that of the cherry-tree,
but grows in clusters ; and within the
fruit are the seeds or berries. It is
said to be indigenous to the districts
of Enarea and Caffa in Southern
Abyssinia, where it grows wild and
stunted over the rocky surface of the
country. The roasted seed or bean
has been in use as a beverage in
Abyssinia generally from time imme-
morial, and is at the present day ex-
tensively cultivated in that country.
In Persia it is known to have been in
use as early as the year 875 A.D.
About the middle of the sixteenth
century it began to be used in Con-
stantinople, and, in spite of the violent
opposition of the priesthood, became
an article of general consumption. In
the middle of the seventeenth century
(1652), the first coffee - house was
opened in London by a Greek named
Pasqua ; and twenty years after, the
first was established at Marseilles.
Since that time both the culture and
consumption of coffee have continually
extended ; but it is much more used
on the continent of Europe than among
ourselves. As with the tea-leaf, it is
during the roasting of coffee that the
much-prized aroma and the greater
part of the taste and flavour are
brought out or produced. Certain
medicinal virtues are ascribed to this
beverage. The great use of it in
France is supposed to have abated
the prevalence of the gravel in that
country ; and in the French colonies,
where coffee is more used than in the
English, as well as in Turkey, where
it is the principal beverage, not only
the gravel, but the gout, is scarcely
known. Among others, also, a case
is mentioned of a gentleman who was
attacked with gout at twenty -five
years of age, and had it severely till
he was upwards of fifty, with chalk-
stones in the joints of his hands and
feet ; but the use of coffee then recom-
mended to him completely removed
the complaint.
* See the Chemistry of Common Life, vol. i. p. 191.
1855.]
To show the extent to which these
exhilarating and anti-narcotic bever-
ages are in use among mankind, we
may state that it is estimated that
nearly 3000 millions of pounds are
annually consumed of the raw ma-
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555
terials which produce them. And
the following table, given in Mr
Johnston's work, exhibits the pro-
portion in which each of them is
used by the various nations of the
earth : —
Chinese tea,
Mate or Paraguay
tea,
Coffee-tea,
Coffee-bean,
Chicory,
Cocoa,
Is consumed in
China, Russia, Tartary,
England, Holland, and
North America,
Peru, Paraguay, Brazil,
&c.,
Sumatra, &c.,
( Arabia, Ceylon, Jamaica,
Germany, France, North
America,
Germany, Belgium, France,
England,
Spain, Italy, France, Cen-
tral America, Mexico,
By about
500 millions of men.
10 „
2 „
HO „
50 „ „
50
The characteristic influences which
these beverages exert upon those who
use them, are, firstly, the increasing
the activity of the nervous life ; and,
secondly, the retarding, at the same
time, the change and waste of matter
in the corporeal system. In these re-
spects they cannot, according to our
present knowledge, be replaced by the
strongest soups or flesh-teas, or by
any other decoctions which merely
supply the ordinary kinds of nourish-
ment in more or less diluted and di-
gestible forms. Hence it appears that
the use of tea and coffee, which has
now become universal even amongst
our poorer classes, is no mere extra-
vagance or profitless expenditure.
The poorest and humblest amongst us,
we see, devotes a part of his little
earnings to the purchase of these be-
verages. The cup of tea or coffee is
preferred to the extra potato or the
somewhat larger loaf. But though
his stomach be thereby less filled, his
hunger is equally allayed, and his
comfort, both bodily and mental, won-
derfully increased. He will probably
live as long under the one regimen as
the other: and while he does live, he
will both be less miserable in mind,
and will show more spirit and anima-
tion in the face of difficulties, than if
he had denied himself the so-called
luxury of the theine beverage. Be-
sides the mere brickwork and marbje,
so to speak, by which the human body
is built up and sustained, it is evident
that there are rarer forms of matter
upon which the life of the body, and
the comfort of animal existence, most
essentially depend. And this truth,
as Professor Johnston observes, " is
not unworthy the consideration of
those to whom the arrangement of the
dietaries of our prisons, and other
public institutions, has been confided.
So many ounces of gluten, and so many
of starch and fat, are assigned by these
food-providers as an ample allowance
for everyday use ; and from these
dietaries, except for the infirm and
the invalid, tea and coffee are for the
most part excluded. But it is worthy
of trial, whether the lessening of the
general bodily waste, which would
follow the consumption of a daily al-
lowance of coffee, would not cause a
saving of gluten and starch equal to
the cost of the coffee ; and even should
this not prove the case, whether the
increased comfort and happiness of the
inmates, and the greater consequent
facility of management, would not
make up for the difference, if any.
Where reformation is aimed at, the
moral sense will be found most acces-
sible where the mind is maintained in
most healthy activity, and where the
general comfort of the whole system
is most effectually promoted."
Although the beverages we infuse
are in some countries taken unmixed,
in general they are sweetened by
saccharine matter or juices which we
extract from trees and plants. Of
these sweet substances the sap of the
sugar-cane is the only one worth par-
ticularising, as it is the source of
eleven-twelfths of all the sugar in use.
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Though almost unknown to the Greeks fermented intoxicating drinks which
and Romans, and now cultivated most
extensively in America, the sugar-
cane is indigenous in the Old World.
It was familiar in the East in most
remote times, and appears to have
been cultivated in China and the South
Sea Islands long before Europeans
approached their shores. In Europe
and most northern countries, cane-
sugar is only an article of luxury,
though one with which most of us
would now find it difficult to dispense.
In many tropical regions, however,
the sugar-cane forms a staple part ot
the ordinary food. The ripe stalk ot
the plant is chewed and sucked after
being made soft by boring it, and
almost incredible quantities are con-
sumed in this way, alike in the East
and West Indies. In the Sandwich,
and many other islands of the Pacific,
every child has a piece of sugar-cane
in its hand ; while in our own sugar
colonies the Negroes become fat in
crop-time on the abundant juice of the
ripening cane. This mode of using
the cane is no doubt the most ancient
of all, and was known to the Roman
writers. Lucan, for example, speaks
of the eaters of the cane, as " those
who drink sweet juices from the tender
reed,"—
" Quique bibunt tener& dulces ab arundine
SUCC03."
In vegetable sweets, however, as
luxuries of life, modern times are far
ahead of the ancient world; and to
the honey, grape, manna, and fruit
sugars, which formed the principal
sweets of the ancient nations, we now
add the cane-sugar in abundance,
besides making saccharine extracts
from beet and maize, as well as from
the maple-woods of North America,
and the palms of Africa and the tro-
pics. We manufacture sugar also
from potatoes, and other substances
rich in starch ; from sea-weeds gath-
ered by the shore, even from sawdust,
when an emergency arises; and we
extract it from the milk of our do-
mestic cattle. It has become to us
almost a necessary of life. We con-
sume it in millions of tons, and em-
ploy thousands of ships in transport-
ing it.
It is from vegetable substances con- .
taining sugar that are produced those
the most civilised nations delight in,
and which even the most barbarous
have not failed to invent. This part
of our subject is so well known that
we need not dwell upon it. Grain
and fruit are the chief substances from
which these alcoholic drinks are de-
rived. From the former of these are
produced malt liquors and ardent
spirits in great variety. Besides the
ordinary beers and spirits of our own
country and Western Europe, we
have the acid quass or rye-beer of
Russia, — the millet-beer of Crim-Tar-
tary, Arabia, Abyssinia, and the
southern slopes of the Himalayas, —
the chica or maize-beer, as well as the
liquors which go by the same name,
prepared from barley, rice, and pease
in South America. Grapes, apples,
and pears, are the chief fruits from
which wines are produced in tempe-
rate climates ; but we must not forget
the " toddy," or wine made from the
sap of the palm-tree of the south. This
is extensively consumed in India and
the islands of the Pacific ; in Chile and
also in Africa it is almost the only fer-
mented liquor in general use. Though
we know so little of it in Europe,
therefore, the wine of the palm-tree is
drunk as an exhilarating liquor by a
larger number of the human race than
the wine of the grape. In the oasis
of Tozer, a dependency of Tunis, the
wine of the date-palm is to be found
in every house, and reeling Arabs are
frequently to be seen in the streets of
its towns. They are strict Mahom-
medans; but they justify their disobe-
dience to the Prophet's injunctions by
saying, " Lagmi is not wine, and the
Prophet's prohibition refers to wine."
The Negroes of America prepare an
intoxicating liquor from the juice of
the sugar-cane ; and pulque, or agave-
wine, produced by fermenting the sap
of the American aloe, is the favourite
drink of the lower classes in the cen-
tral part of the table-land of Mexico.
Ava, also, the name given to the root
of the intoxicating long-pepper, yields
a liquor which is in use over a very
wide area of the Pacific Ocean. It is
chewed, — as the Indian chews his
maize, when he wants to produce his
finest kind of chica,— and the pulp is
then mixed with cold water, which,
after a brief interval, is strained from
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the chewed fibre, and is ready for use.
This infusion does not intoxicate in
the same manner as ardent spirits, for
some of its effects resemble those of
opium. In fine, so great is the pas-
sion of mankind for these dangerous
exhilarants, that even milk has been
made to yield an alcoholic drink by
fermentation, — a milk-beer being in
use among the Tartars of the Steppes,
the Arabians, and the nomadic tribes
of Turks.
Like tea and coffee, these fermented
liquors tend to diminish the natural
waste of the body, given off through
the lungs and the kidneys, and conse-
quently diminish in an equal degree
the quantity of ordinary food which is
necessary to keep up the weight of the
body. Secondly, they warm the body,
and, by the changes they undergo in
the blood, supply the place of the fat
and starch of our usual food. Hence
a schnapps in Germany, with a slice
of lean dried meat, make a mixture
like that of the starch and gluten in
our bread, which is capable of sustain-
ing life. Owing to these properties,
fermented liquors are found in some
cases to be beneficial to old people, in
whom the weakened powers of diges-
tion do not replace the tissues as fast
as they naturally waste; and hence
poets, by a metaphor which is only
partially true, have called wine " the
milk of the old."
It is to be recollected, however,
that although alcoholic drinks are
not devoid of useful qualities, it is
not for these useful or medicinal
properties that they are commonly
used by us. It is almost entirely
for their exhilarating intoxicating
qualities that men indulge in them ;
and of all the exhilarants in the
world, whether narcotic or non-nar-
cotic, there are none that have inflicted
such tremendous injury upon commu-
nities as these alcoholic stimulants.
There seem to be two reasons for this.
One of these is, that the votaries of
alcohol do not seclude themselves,
like those of opium, and in a lesser
degree of haschish, and other narcotics.
They get drunk in company ; and
hence the amplest scope is afforded
for that other feature of alcohol-
drinking, — namely, its brutalising
and quarrel- provoking influences: for
when several inebriated men come to-
gether, surely the contagion of passion
and irrationalism can no further go.
Thanks to the progress of society, in-
toxication is becoming confined to the
lower classes ; but let us venture a
word of caution (drawn from Dr Car-
penter's writings), even for those who
do not exceed in this indulgence.
We have seen that alcohol warms u&
by supplying carbonic or fatty matter
to the blood ; and to persons ordinarily
circumstanced, two noxious effects are
produced by this, — Firstly, from the
greater affinity of this alcoholic carbon
for the oxygen of the atmosphere, its
particles are burnt out of the system
by the breathing process in preference
to the waste particles of the body with
which the blood on entering the lungs
is charged ; so that the blood becomes
vitiated unless an unusual quantity of
open-air exercise be taken, and the
lungs made to do double work. Se-
condly, the accumulation of fatty
matter in the blood (a single drinking-
bout, it has been ascertained, some-
times increasing the quantity five-
fold!} tends to produce that fatty
degeneration of the tissues, which the
medical faculty are now discovering
to be so frequently the source of mor-
tal illness and sudden death. That
fatal " softening of the heart," which
generally cuts off its victim at last
in a moment, is one result of this-
fatty degeneration. Apoplexy, also, is
frequently attributable to the same
cause ; for on microscopic inspection y
the sheath of the ruptured blood-vessel
in the brain has in many cases been
found to be composed of fat instead of
fibre. So that, especially with alcohol-
drinkers, a fleshy -looking condition
of body is not always a sign of health.
But mankind have discovered finer
and more potent exhilarants than any
we have yet mentioned. The same
common instinct which led them to
discover the virtues of the tea and
coffee plants, and which taught even
the rudest tribes the art of preparing
fermented liquors, and of procuring for
themselves the pleasures and miseries
of intoxication, led them to the dis-
covery of a higher and stranger source
of enjoyment. They found that by
using a minute portion of certain
plants, they were thrown into a state
of delicious waking trance and mental
elation,-— terminating, if carried fur-
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ther, in sleep or in death. The articles
producing these singular effects are
those known by the name of narcotics,
— the strangest products of the vege-
table world, and the use of them, in
order to create mental pleasure, is
nearly coextensive with the diffu-
sion of the human race. " Siberia,"
says Professor Johnston, " has its
fungus,— Turkey, India, and China,
their opium, — Persia, India, and
Turkey, with all Africa from Morocco
to the Cape of Good Hope, and even
the Indians of Brazil, have their
hemp and haschisch, — India, China,
and the Eastern Archipelago, have
their betel-nut and betel-pepper, — the
Polynesian islands their daily ava, —
Peru and Bolivia their long-used coca,
— New Granada and the Himalayas
their red and common thorn-apples, —
Asia and America, and all the world,
we may say, their tobacco, — the
Florida Indians their emetic holly, —
Northern Europe and America their
ledums and sweet-gale, — the English-
man and German their hop, and the
Frenchman his lettuce." No nation so
ancient but has had its narcotic
soother, — none so remote and isolated
but has found a pain-allayer of native
growth. The craving for such indul-
gence, in fact, and the habit of grati-
fying it, are little less universal than
the desire for and practice of consum-
ing the necessary materials of our
common food, — as will be seen from
the following estimate of the degree in
which the several narcotics are used: —
Tobacco, among 800 millions of men.
Opium, „ 400 ,, „
Hemp, „ 200 to 300
Betel, „ 100
Coca, ,, 10 „ „
Each of these narcotics acts upon
the human system in a manner more
or less peculiar to itself. Thus, while
tobacco soothes, and with some na-
tions, such as the Turks, sets the mind
to sleep,— or rather we should say,
lulls them into an unconsciousness of
the instinctive movements of the mind,
— opium and hemp stimulate and ex-
alt the mental faculties, and delight
us with a sense of increased intellec-
tual power and activity. In the case
of opium this intellectual activity may
be said to resemble the activity of the
mind during sleep, with this difference,
that we are conscious of all its move-
ments. It seems as if, all the bodily
organs being at rest, thoughts and
images innumerable float over or
through the quiescent brain without
fatiguing or wasting it, as cloud and
sunshine flit over a fair landscape
without stirring or physically changing
it. It is as if the spirit were acting
and enjoying independent of the body.
With hemp it is otherwise, — the rich
flow of ideas exhausts the body, and
brings on a hunger which can only be
stayed by ordinary food. This agrees
with another observed difference be-
tween the two. Opium lessens the
susceptibility to external impressions,
while haschisch increases and quickens
it in a high degree. In the one case
it is the splendour and riches of the
inner world that rejoice the soul, — in
the other it is the objects of the outer
world which are made beautiful, and
excite to joy the senses and emotions.
Solitary, and heedless of all around,
the Theriakee, or votary of opium, sits
on the marble steps of his coffee-house
at Stamboul, looking down upon the
beautiful scenery of the Bosphorus,
but seeing it not for the greater bright-
ness of his inner visions ; while the
hemp-dreamer lies pillowed on the
couches of his harem, with the bright-
eyed Georgian beauties flitting to and
fro, the sound of falling fountains in.
his ear, and surrounded by all that is
gorgeous, and that can fill his dreams
with love. Coca and opium, again,
agree in sustaining the strength, in
certain circumstances, in a marvellous
manner, — the former almost supersed-
ing the use both of food and sleep ;
but they differ in their physical action,
— for the former never induces sleep
as opium does, and, even when taken
in great excess, is not constipating,
while opium usually is so. Betel
rouses from the effects of opium, as
tea does from that of ardent spirits.
The thorn-apple causes spectral illu-
sions; while the Siberian fungus opens
and shows the heart, as good wine is
said to do, and secrets drop out spon-
taneously under its influence. It must
be added that the preference for any
of these various narcotics over the
rest, and the mode in which each of
them affects those who indulge in it,
undergo a change, according to the
nation or even individual by whom
they are used ; — the quantity of opium
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559
which makes the phlegmatic self-pos-
sessed Englishman merely cheerful and
slightly talkative, sufficing to drive the
slender excitable Malay into frenzy,
and set him a running a-muck through
the streets of Singapore.
All of them, as well as the harm-
less and pleasant theine stimulants,
are remarkable for lessening the ordi-
nary waste of matter in the human
frame. Physiologists consider this
phenomenon inexplicable, but to us
the explanation seems not difficult.
Life, whether animal or vegetable,
embraces a ceaseless struggle between
the vital and chemical forces, — the
former ever striving to build up, the
latter to pull down. In the human
frame, as in all other living bodies,
the vital forces are more potent
than the chemical ; and as long as
the union between soul and body
continues — as long as the spirit holds
matter in its life-giving embrace,
the chemical force, which ever tends
to sunder and corrupt, is kept in com-
parative abeyance, and the waste of
the tissues is small. Anything, there-
fore, whether it be the exhilaration of
an idea, or of tea or the coca-leaf,
which stimulates our spiritual essence,
and gives it a firmer hold over its
bodily organism, tends to arrest cor-
poreal decay and waste.* Hence, in-
ter alia, the healthiness of Joy; which in
moderation is a true elixir of life, but
which (like these narcotics and every
kind of stimulant) kills when carried
to excess, — sundering the spirit and
body, which it is its normal function
to keep in firmest union. The same
considerations explain the extraordi-
nary strength- sustaining powers im-
parted by the use of opium and coca,
and which are so marvellous as al-
most to exceed belief. By the ac-
tion of these drugs on the nervous
system, the animating spirit is sti-
mulated, and physical life (which is
but another name for the union of
soul and body) develops itself to an
unusual degree. Thus the Halcarras,
who carry letters and run messages
through the provinces of India, when
provided only with a small piece of
opium, a bag of rice, and a pot to draw
water from the wells, perform almost
incredible journeys. The Tartar cour-
iers also, who travel for many days
and nights continuously, make much
use of opium. With a few dates or a
lump of coarse bread, they traverse the
trackless desert amidst privations and
hardships which can only be supported
under the influence of the drug. And
hence travellers in the Ottoman domi-
nions generally carry opium with them
in the form of lozenges or cakes stamp-
ed with the Turkish legend, " Mash
Allah," the Gift of God. Even the
horses in the East are sustained by its
influence. The Cutchee horseman
shares his store of opium with his flag-
ging steed, which thus makes an in-
credible stretch, though apparently
wearied out before. Thus also, with
a feeble ration of dried maize, or bar-
ley crushed into flour, the Indian of
Peru, if duly supplied with coca, toils
under heavy burdens, day after day,
up the steep slopes of the mountain-
passes ; or digs for years in the sub-
terranean mines, insensible to weari-
ness, to cold or to hunger. Von
Tschudi — quoted by our author, who
culls his curious facts from all quarters
— says : "A cholo of Huari was
employed by me in very laborious
digging. During the five days and
nights he was in my service, he never
tasted any food, and took only two
hours' sleep each night. But at inter-
vals of two and a half or three hours,
he regularly chewed about half an
ounce of coca leaves, and he kept an
acullico continually in his mouth. I
was constantly beside him, and there-
fore I had the opportunity of closely
observing him. After finishing the
work for which I engaged him, he ac-
companied me on a two days' journey
of twenty -three leagues across the
level heights ; and though on foot, he
kept up with the pace of my mule, and
halted only for the chaccar. On leav-
ing me, he declared he would willing-
ly engage himself again for the same
amount of work, and that he would go
through it without food, if I would but
allow him a sufficient supply of coca.
The village priest assured me that the
man was sixty-two years of age, and
* In fevers, for instance, which are the sharpest assaults which sickness makes on
us, the dark colour of the urine shows the unusual waste going on in the system, the
enfeebling of the life-spirit being accompanied by a putrefying tendency in the body.
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that he had never known him to be ill
in his life."
These things are marvels truly, and
read like excerpts from Rosicrucian
romance. But the associations which
they suggest have a dark side as well
as a bright one. Who does not know
that certain forms of madness produce
analogous phenomena? Without sleep
and without food, restless as panthers,
will not some maniacs show powers of
endurance which may well be called
superhuman? Do not "possessed"
ones, when the fit seizes them, baffle
the strength of half-a-dozen men ? Do
not even delicate females, under the
delirium of fever, exhibit a physical
power which, looking at their muscu-
lar organism, seems totally unaccount-
able? And have there not been
maniacs whom no man could bind —
no, u not even with chains ?"
Another point in which the influ-
ence of these narcotics resembles the
working of insanity, is the weakening
which they produce upon the Will.
The very joy which they produce con-
sists in the abeyance of the self-direc-
tive powerof the mind. Brilliant pano-
ramas of thought pass on in endless
succession, coming and going and
changing independently of the will, —
a luxury of sensation which comes
without an effort, and which, even
when it deepens (as sometimes it does)
into visionary horrors or the wailing
phantasmagoria of sorrow, we are un-
able to control. As might be expect-
ed, an indulgence in these narcotic
exhilarants weakens the will even
during the hours of common waking
life. Their votaries lose steadiness of
purpose. Their working- efforts lose co-
herency; the resolute will is gone which
should steer them steadily and straight
through the billows of life ; and like a
De Quincey or a Coleridge, they work
only by fragmentary efforts, or live a
purposeless life of dreams.* It is a
strange thing the automatic action of
the mind, by the stimulating of which
these narcotics work their charm. The
brain works, the mind lives, indepen-
dent of volition. Like the pulsing of
the heart and the processes of breathing
and digestion, which act independent-
ly of the will, the mind has an in-
stinctive involuntary action of its own,
which underlies our voluntary pro-
cesses of thinking, and in seasons of
morbid excitement is apt to develop
itself to the exclusion of the logic of
the will. In certain cases of inci-
pient insanity, this cerebral excite-
ment and automatic action of the
mind are distinctly observable. The
feeling at first is, that the mind will
not cease thinking; — thought after
thought comes rolling endlessly
through the brain, more and more
setting the controlling power of the
will at defiance, — until the cerebral
machine seems to lose its balance-
wheel, or spins on like a railway- en-
gine that has lost its driver. It is to
be remarked, however, that as this
involuntary or automatic action of the
mind is generally felt by narcotic in-
dulges to be extremely delightful, it
is probable that in many forms of
insanity the sensations of the afflicted
person, far from being such as to de-
mand our pity, may be highly agree-
able. His " castles in the air" and
exuberant ideas may give him as much
'delight as the airy visions and spiri-
tual elation of the opium-eater. The
Orientals look upon all madmen as
inspired,— probably they do so from
the analogy which they perceive be-
tween certain kinds of frenzy, and
the artificial " possession" of the vo-
taries of hemp and opium.
The universal craving for these
stimulants, which confer for the time
such enjoyment and spiritual elation,
however dangerous may be the indul-
gence to which it leads, springs from
an attribute of our nature which may
well be called divine. What occa-
sions that craving but a longing for a
higher species of enjoyment than men
can find in ordinary life ? In its lower
forms, it may be but a craving for
sensual excitement, — but it is supreme-
spiritual joy and intellectual exalta-
tion that allure the victims of nar-
cotics. They yearn for the dawn
* How extreme must have been Coleridge's sense of his own impotency of will
when he could write thus of himself : — " There is no hope. 0 God ! how willingly
would I place myself under Dr Fox in his establishment ; for my case is a species of
madness, only that it is a derangement, an utter impotence of the volition, and not o£
the intellectual faculties."
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of that heaven within which makes
their joy. A Platonist would say it
is a yearning of the soul after joys
which it once knew, but has now lost,
and whose memories haunt it like the
lingering echoes of music heard in
dreams. More truly, however, would
it be said to be a proof of the divine
nature of the soul, which cannot be
satisfied with the pleasures of a fallen
world, and which yearns after the
happiness of a higher state of being, —
a happiness which is indeed held out
in prospect to all, but the true pass-
port to which is not the hasty coining
of an indolent counterfeit of it here,
but a manly facing of work and purify-
ing sorrows, and the steady cultivation
of the noble grace of self-denial.
The intense miseries which are the
set-off to this fleeting artificial en-
joyment may well repel men from re-
lying upon narcotics as a means of
gratification. Truly it may be said of
such indulgence, "the end of these
things is death." For what is the
existence of the habitual opium-
eater but a waking nightmare, a life-
in-death? "Conceive a poor miser-
able wretch," wrote Coleridge of
himself, " who for many years has
been attempting to beat off pain by a
constant recurrence to a vice that re-
produces it. Conceive a spirit in hell
employed in tracing out for others the
road to that heaven from which his
crimes exclude him ! In short, con-
ceive whatever is most wretched,
helpless, and hopeless, and you will
form as tolerable a notion of my state
as it is possible for a good man to
have." How difficult it is to redeem
oneself from such bondage is known
to all, but hardly the agonies and dis-
tresses which accompany the efforts
at self- deliverance. Even supposing,
after the inseparable lapses and re-
lapses of months, the victim triumphs,
and the vice is abandoned,— what a
melancholy paean is that which comes
from the lips of the victor ! "I tri-
umphed," says De Quincey : " but
think not, reader, that my sufferings
were ended. Think of me as of one,
even when four months had passed,
still agitated, writhing, throbbing, pal-
pitating, shattered, and much in the
situation of one who has been racked."
To preach effectively against this
seductive misery that allures like the
Syren, we must not content ourselves
with simply denouncing the practice
and pointing out its evils. The crav-
ing which leads to the practice is
almost universal in the human heart,
and, in one shape or other, will have
its way. Like all the other passions
of our nature, it is the manner of its
development which determines whe-
ther it is to be a fiend of darkness or
an angel of light. That yearning
after higher happiness than common
life can bestow, what a fountain of
good it may become if rightly direct-
ed ! Instead of striving to attain a
shortlived delirium of joy by means
of physical stimulants, let but the
yearner after pleasure seek to create
it healthily and normally in his own
mind, and upon what a career of pure
and lofty improvement is he at once
ushered ! The way, indeed, is hard.
You cannot snatch enjoyment here so
speedily as by the quaffing of the
hemp or opium cup. But then — and
here is the great counter- charm — you
have no after-misery, no dejection,
no reaction into anguish. Then, too,
there is no necessary limit to this en-
joyment. The oftener you regale
yourself with the material stimulants,
the more the strength of those stimu-
lants must be increased, — the oftener
must you drain the wine- cup, and the
more must you swallow of the nar-
cotic drug. But when the mind is
the maker of its own joy, the very re-
verse of this occurs, and each step
gained on the ladder of spiritual en-
joyment only leads more easily to a still
higher stage. It is seldom, indeed,
that even the best- developed nature,
can experience normally a height of
pleasure equal to that of the brief
rapture of the opium- dreamer, — his
gratification rarely culminates into-
such sudden ecstasies ; but it is con-
tinuous, in amount far greater, and
in duration immortal as his own soul.
To be good, wise, and healthy — mens
sana in corpore sano — is the true
source of enjoyment in life, and is
worth all the narcotics and artificial
stimulants to joy which poor short-
sighted and pleasure-seeking human
nature ever invented.
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AN OLD CONTRIBUTOR AT THE SEA- SIDE.
(Concluded.)
TICKLER, BUTTERFLY, WASP, AND MYSELF.
Saturday. — Heigho ! ten o'clock
A.M., or thereabouts; but 'tis too much
trouble to take out my watch, and I
really don't care what the time is, be-
ing sure of one thing, that it is flying
away for ever, far too fast in this
charming solitude: the exact time
signifies little to either Tickler or my-
self. Just consider the state of the
case. We found our way down to
this dear little bay half an hour ago,
and have lain basking on the well-
sunned shingle ever since. I purpose
by-and-by to bathe; but Tickler, not
having the slightest intention of the
sort, — though a very Skye of Skyes, he
dislikes water, for some reason or
other which I never could fathom ;
and yet the little rogue likes nothing
better apparently than to accompany
me on the rocks at low water, and
paddle bravely through the little crys-
tal pools ; when woe to the crab
that unsuspectingly discloses itself,
and is — very small, indeed ! For I
am sorry to be obliged to tell you,
that Tickler's courage increases ex-
actly as the size of the crab and its
powers of resistance diminish; but, to
be sure, he got such a precious nip
on his nose from an infuriate and
freshly-disturbed crab some six years
ago, at the back of the Isle of Wight,
as may well account for his having
ever since sedulously cultivated that
which is, after all, the better part of
valour ! But however that may be,
he has no idea of an idea of mine con-
oerning himself: viz., that as soon as
ever the waters have sufficiently sur-
rounded the little rocky promontory
near him, to admit of my securing
him a delicious plunge, and a swim
out of about eight yards, — souse ! into
the blue depth goes the aforesaid Mr
Tickler I like a plunge
myself, and why should not he ? And
yet, by the way, suppose some unseen
giant should suddenly seize me by the
nape of the neck, and stride off with
me to yonder promontory at least two
miles out in the sea, and then drop
me into the bottomless blue, . . .
still, I think it will do Tickler good, if
it only kill the fleas ; which are pes-
tering him exactly as their fellow-
vermin the place-men are at this
moment pestering the poor Premier !
I wonder what Tickler is thinking
of at this moment ! Beside me lies a
book which I have not the smallest
intention of reading, though I have
brought it with me ; and on the other
side lies Tickler, at full length, on his
back, his fore-paws hanging down,
and his hind-legs stretched out — his
eyes luxuriously closed, and with
somewhat the expression of a con-
noisseur, forsooth ! How he is enjoy-
ing himself ! Can I do more ? He is
not asleep — not he ; for both his glit-
tering little eyes opened just now,
when a gorgeously-arrayed butterfly
fluttered over them, and then he closed
them again, without further disturbing
himself. — How beautiful that splendid
insect of an hour ! With what object
was created thy lovely innocence?
What end dost thou answer in the
stupendous and mysterious scene of
Life and Action around thee? He
that willed thine, has willed my ex-
istence ; and it may not be for no-
thing, that it has occurred to me thus
to contemplate thee, and Him ! . . .
So thou art outward-bound, too !
flattering out to sea, with powerful
pinion sustaining thee I knew not
how far, nor how long !*....
Now a wasp pays her compliments to
Tickler, whose trance of enjoyment is
thereby brought to an end suddenly:
* A common white butterfly hovered close over me in the steamboat, when we
were at least thirty or forty miles from any land, and no other vessel was within sight.
This showed indeed something like muscular, power !
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he starts to his feet : every single
hair is instinct with life : his black
eyes burn like little live coals : he
snaps — and growls — and; barks — and
springs hither and thither — but his
tormentor is gone: and by-and-by,
stretched at full length on the sand,
Tickler lies with his nose between his
fore-paws, and his eyes exceedingly
wide open — the impersonation of
Armed Caution Yonder
is a hawk. I have watched him for
some moments, attentively, as he
wheels about the lofty crag ; — noise-
less : now he is in deadly poise : if his
wings move, I cannot perceive it :
are his piercing eyes settled on his
destined prey? No other tenant of
the air is moving, or visible to me:
but it may be otherwise with the
fierce one above : or he may see ...
however that may be, he has sudden-
ly and gracefully wheeled off again,
and is gone — and — Now I pronounce
this scene around me charming —
ineffably so. Zephyr is in frolicking
dalliance with the soft water, and the
sun looks down with radiant satisfac-
tion on both. There is not a sound,
except of the tide gently laving the
silvery sand. Let me forget, for a
moment, everything but the present,
. . . . let me fully enter into,
enjoy, and make it MINE ! There
. . . . I am consciously gliding
into the dolce far niente ....
fluttering with a delicious languor and
indifference between care and care-
lessness, thought and thoughtlessness,
yet faintly stimulated by a latent con-
sciousness that one could think were
one so disposed, .... and only
of pleasant subjects. Well — sole
tenant, with Tickler, of this delicious
bay, and the smooth advancing sea
yet at a dozen yards' distance, I will lie
flat on my back ; put Shakespeare un-
der my head, and, besides, clasp my
hands to support it ; draw my cap
over my face, so as to shield my eyes
from the dazzling sunlight, — yet
leave myself a sly corner to glance
into the stainless cerulean above ; and
thus happily circumstanced, I will
meditate.
Meditate! By the way, what is the
word derived from? Well, I don't
care ; but if it signify anything like
continuous mental action, it does not
designate my present condition, for
I not only can't, but won't think.
Anything may come into my mind
that likes, and stay as long, or go as
soon, as it chooses. My mind ! Tick-
ler's mind : both of us have minds.
. . . By the way, I would give
something to know, for a certainty,
what he is thinking about at this
moment ! I dare say he is eyeing
the softly approaching waters: I
wonder whether he is aware that
they are approaching 1 Will he start
before they actually wet his paws?
By what process would he become
aware of the fact of diminishing dis-
tance ? . . I feel morally certain
that he never puzzled his little brain
about the cause of the sea's saltness
nor the nature of his own inner man !
But having thus satisfactorily and
scientifically disposed of Mr Tickler,
what if I were to look for one
moment, and faithfully, at my inner
man ? My own inner self : what !
Myself look at myself? And with-
out a glass ? Odd and inconceivable
as it may be, or seem, I will make the
attempt : I will inspect myself, and
sit in judgment on myself ! No human
being, that I know of, now sees, or is
thinking of me : so I will think of
nobody else ; only myself. So ! . .
, . Well ; . . . nay, but it is
Hot well. I am more and more
startled the deeper I look into my-
self. Suppose every one of my fellow-
creatures knew as much of me as I
begin to think I know of myself : of
the real motives which influence, and
objects which attract me I Nay — let
me, trembling, imagine myself for one
moment, known to myself, or to
others, as I am known, by the Efful-
gent Omniscience whose eye is now
upon me ! Doth not He see my ways,
and count all my steps !
I have a great mind to get up and
read As You Like It / no I shan't — I
know enough of it for my purpose.
Tis one Touchstone that somewhat
roughly thus salutes the shepherd
Corin : " God help thee, shallow man !
God make incision in thee ! thou art
raw !"— to which the cheery shepherd
thus replieth : " Sir, I am a true la-
bourer : I earn that I eat ; get that I
wear; owe no man hate ; envy no man's
happiness ; glad of other men's good,
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content with my harm
Heigho ! Can I take this measure of
myself? To be sure, good Corin, you
and I are somewhat differently situ-
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ated, and must be tried by different
standards, as we move among widely
different scenes of action, temptation,
and trial : still, each is man ! . .
ROSALIND.
And talking of As You Like It,
yonder is my Rosalind ! — my sea-
nymph ! — my fair incognita I — for fair
she must be, surely ! While I have
been musing, till the water was softly
surging against my very feet— Tick-
ler having had sagacity enough to
retreat in good time, and sit a yard
or two in my rear, doubtless wonder-
ing why one blessed with the reason
denied to him, was foolish enough to
let the water reach him — she came, and
has been sitting on the rocks, with
her maid, and little King Charles, I
know not how long ! She thinks
Monsieur too near, eh? Well, my
Beauty, so I may be, and I beg you
ten thousand pardons ! Come along,
Tickler! Who is she? — Madame, or
Mademoiselle? Youthful I feel sure
she is, and fair ; but whether so, or
blonde or brunette, I cannot from this
distance pronounce. I can see, how-
ever, that she has not mounted one of
those hideous toadstool bonnets with
which English women seek to disguise
ugliness or age, and pretty simpletons
their comeliness,— no, she wears, some-
what jauntily, what seems a small
straw-hat. But now I retreat to my
rocky seclusion, and soon see that it
is I who have kept the sea-nymph
from her native element ! For behold,
the huge umbrella is expanded : she
retreats behind its amply protecting
shade : . . . anon there emerges
a slight blue figure, attired in loose
tunic and drawers a la Turque ... In
the clear bright air I can see her white
feet as she cautiously quits the rocks
and steps towards the silver sand,
when she advances boldly into the
pellucid water, smooth and shining
as the polished mirror. . . Now she
is in, half her height, and then —
brava ! brava I there was a plunge !
And she can swim ! unless, to be sure,
the sly puss has one foot all the while
on the sand ! — I daresay her maid,
who has advanced to the edge of the
water, is laughing merrily at her young
— for young she must be — mistress's
gambols. ... .
ALAS, POOR ROSALIND !
The moon sate enthroned so magni-
ficently in the heavens, that I fancied
it almost an act of disloyalty to the
radiant Queen of Night to go to bed
when my family did — viz. at 9.50P.M. ;
so telling madame not to be alarm-
ed, I slipped quietly out of the draw-
ing-room window -door, and sans
Tickler (who was as sleepy as the
rest of my party, whom he had ac-
companied that day on a walk of at
least — as they vowed — fourteen miles
thither and back), I sauntered slowly
up the avenue to enjoy the delicious
scenery. The moonbeams fell, as it
were, mottled on my path, through
the gently waving trees lining it
seaward, and affording me, every now
and then, ravishing glimpses of the
ivy-clad ruin. Except the faint flut-
tering of the leaves, as Zephyr swept
through them, no sound invaded the
ear. If I turned towards the south,
and looked over the low roof of my
chateau, and the trees which concealed
all but the roof, my eye luxuriated
on the spreading bay, the further
extremity of which stretched far into
the waters — a mass of rock, with th&
hoary remains of an old watch-tower
glistening at the very extremity, and
with which was connected a marvel-
lous and mournful legend — and be-
yond it was a silvery expanse of
waters far off, on which, though it
might be only fancy, was visible a
snowy sail. I stood leaning against
a small silvery ash, my arms folded,
gazing on the transcendent beauty of
the scene, and almost unconsciously
slipped into a melancholy humour, as
fancy re-peopled the ruined watch-
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tower with those whose grievous fate
it was said to have witnessed'; es-
pecially of the beauteous Imogen,
who, in long passed time, had sprung
from it wildly into the blue depth
beneath, rather than have the veil
drop for ever between her and life
and love ! While occupied with such
fancies, and almost sighing with sym-
pathy for the fate of a heroine un-
known to me except through the con-
fused patois of an old crone in the
village beneath, as fate would have
it, a raven flew suddenly and omin-
ously out of a tree within only a
yard or two of me ; and before I had
recovered from the start occasioned
by so simple an occurrence, my eyes,
happening to be directed downward,
lit on the loathsome figure of the
most monstrous toad I had ever be-
held! It was crawling leisurely to-
ward me ; and it required some effort
to restrain myself from consigning it
to death by a blow of my heavy
walking-stick. But what harm, I
thought, had the poor unsightly crea-
ture ever intended or done to me or
mortal man? Though thou mayst
be ugly, thought I, thou art not ven-
omous ; nor shall my hand ruthlessly
destroy that precious jewel which thou
art said to wear ! But I retreated,
somewhat precipitately, I own, to-
wards the further extremity of the
avenue — the high gate opening from
the retired high-road — and the view
thence of castle and shore was so
irresistibly attractive, that I opened
the gate, and resolved to saunter
down towards the shore. When I
• stood on the edge of the precipice,
from which a by-way wound down
towards my favourite bay, feelings
of a peculiarly sombre character came
over me ; and the moon seemed to
look down ominously at me as she
entered the silver- edged obscurity of
a huge cloud. Everything was still
clearly and beautifully distinct, but a
kind of mysterious air had crept over
the scene, The silence was absolute,
and its influence thrilling, and even
oppressive. Scarce knowing why I
did so, I slowly directed my steps
towards the bay where I had passed
so much of my time during the day,
and several hours that very morning.
Just as I reached the turning in the
little foot-path which brought me into
the bay, the moon emerged with sud-
den glory from her obscurity, but only,
after a moment's interval, to plunge
into one at least as black. Brief,
however, as that interval was, it suf-
ficed to render visible something white
lying on the furthermost rocks, and a
solitary white figure walking slowly
from it towards the water ! I looked
at my watch with sudden uneasiness,
and saw that it was rather more than
half-past ten o'clock, which seemed
an extraordinary hour for any one to
be bathing. I approached the spot,
where lay what I supposed to be
clothes, as quickly as the intervening
shingle and rock would permit, and felt
not a little agitation on perceiving the
white figure floating on the surface of
the water, at least twenty yards from
the shore, and towards a wild rocky
outlet, which Iknew to be exceedingly
dangerous, as directly within the sweep
of the Atlantic ! I rushed up to the spot
where glistened— a lady's dress ! and
suspended from the sharp corner of a
ledge of rock, the sort of small straw-
hat which I had seen, as I fancied,
that very morning on the lady who
had bathed thereabouts ! I instantly
shouted "help! help!" with all my
force, for I saw distinctly that the
floating figure exhibited motions, as if
desperately attempting to arrest its
course towards the open sea ! I called
"help! help!" again, and sprang
from rock to rock towards that, round
the corner of which, the object was
floating. With an almost superhuman
effort I vaulted over an interval be-
tween two rocks, of apparently more
than three yards, still shouting " help !
help ! " for I then distinguished the
dark dishevelled hair of a woman !
Nearly toppling headlong into the
water, I rushed to the furthest ex-
tremity of the rock, but only in
time to see two white hands sud-
denly raised in imploring gesture,
after which they sank under the
water. . . .
"Help! help! for Heaven's sake,
help!" I shouted, at the top of
my voice; but there was no one
to see or hear ! I would have
sprung into the water, had not
some petrific influence prevented
me. ...
"Help!" ....
" What is the matter ? Good
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Heavens !" and I felt shaken not
very gently, while Madame's voice
redoubled her inquiries.
" Save her J— a boat ! She's drown-
ing ! She sinks ! Help ! help !"
"Pray don't disturb one in this way !
You are enough to send one into a
fit. I suppose you've had some horrid
dream— Rouse yourself!" — And at
length I did.
"And pray who was it that was
drowning? Was it I?"
" Oh— no ! not you—" quoth I,—
perhaps it was fancied, with a sigh !
for the snappish rejoinder was —
"Then I shouldn't wonder if it
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was that creature that you are al-
ways talking of "
" That creature!!"—
" Yes— that creature !— Pho ! get
to sleep, and don't think any more of
such nonsense! See what comes of
such an outlandish sort of place as
this ! Nothing would suit you but — "
" Outlandish sort of place ! !— Well,
upon my word, that's rather gratify-
ing, after all the "
" Fiddle-de-dee ! then go to sleep ! "
And so I did, gradually, but not till
after I had inwardly breathed a hope
that my dream should never come true
with fair Rosalind of the Rock !
THE MIDNIGHT ALARM !
Tuesday. — How profound our silence
and repose at nights ! On the particu-
lar one of which I am about to speak,
we had no moon ; and as Madame had
consented, but very reluctantly, to our
door-window remaining open to its
widest extent during the nights, I
was forced to submit to the abomina-
tion of an Albert Night Light, always
regarded by me as in the nature of a
glittering eyesore. But I lie awake
much longer than Madame ; and as
soon as ever she had surrendered her-
self to Morpheus in right earnest, I
used gently and treacherously to slip
out of bed, make my way up to where
the glimmering nuisance stood, on the
hob of the fireplace, and puff out that
same Albert; on which I groped my
way back to bed, hoping that the in-
jured and betrayed lady would sleep
till the morning sunbeams stole into
our chamber. So she generally did ;
but several times it has been other-
wise— and, with a silent shudder, I
have heard her say to herself— "There !
that horrid night-light's gone out again !
. . I wish we'd brought some from
town ! ! " If I appeared awake, I could
do nothing else but concur with her,
saying, " How can you expect to get
things as good here, as in town ?"
" Yes, but Kate vows that though
she always finds the light out, how-
ever early she comes in, it's often only
half or a quarter burnt ! And when
she lights the remainder next night,
it burns well enough till she leaves me
— and I know it's always burning as
long as I am awake ! "
"How very odd!"
Well — this (to be candid) mean
procedure of mine, secured its fitting
reward. But duly to appreciate this
remarkable occurrence, permit me to
explain a little. The only persons
who sleep down stairs are four : my-
self and Madame ; Tickler under our
bed ; and Mademoiselle in a bedroom
opposite to ours. We have no cat, that
we know of. The larder is about four
yards' distance from our bedroom,
exactly opposite the small butler's
pantry. Everybody goes to bed— I
last — by ten o'clock
" Do you hear that ?— Do you hear
that?" agitatedly exclaimed Madame,
waking me.
" No !— I hear nothing !— "
" Hush !— "
" Pho, pho ! — you've been dream-
ing!"
"Never was I more wide — but
there's that intolerable night-light out
again—" We were certainly in dark-
ness inspissated ; and I knew who
might be thanked for it. " There !— "
I jumped up. There could be no
mistake about it. We had no idea
what o'clock it was. . . All was
again silent. ... I had no fire-
arms, but I knew there were fire-irons,
though none of the largest : so slipping
out of bed, I groped my way, some-
what startled, I own, to the fireplace,
and resolutely grasping the poker
(Madame probably buried, head and
all, under the clothing), walked to-
wards the open window — and through
it to the terrace. It was pitch dark ;
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and though I/ancied I saw some mo-
tion in the laurel grove, I was mis-
taken. Just as I had returned to the
bedroom, having gone round two-
thirds of the house, I heard the
sound again — accompanied by a
stifled scream from Madame. 'Twas
the sound of crockery smashing ! and
came from the direction of the kitchen.
There I got a match, and succeeded in
lighting the candle I had with me :
but all was silent and safe there. The
pantry-door was locked, and on listen-
ing, nothing seemed moving. Then
I went to the larder, the door of which
also was closed, but not locked : and
just as I gently opened the door and
thrust in the candle, peering in after
it, I distinctly heard something mov-
ing, and that slowly. . . Heavens!
. . . I suddenly closed the door,
having seen nothing. . . . Could
it be some hideous snake writhing
about? Ugh! . . A cold shudder
came over me. Eousing my valiant
servant, but nobody else, for the pre-
sent, lest we should have a great com-
motion, we both armed ourselves suit-
ably But let me in the
mean time intimate that that evening
we had bought a live crab, of colossal
proportions. . . . he was the ad-
miration of the whole circle, perhaps
the very King of Crabs; and you should
have seen the indentation he made in
the piece of wood thrust between his
claw to ascertain if he meant mischief !
. . . He was a monster ; yet he had
become my property for the sum of
eighteen-pence ! Well : our cook in-
tending to borrow a saucepan to boil
him in the morning (I never could
divine the reason of his not having
been boiled instanter), he had been
placed in an open and shallow basket,,
on the floor of the larder; and not
relishing his quarters, had gone out
reconnoitring: and behold the bold
burglar! Bursting into what was
meant to be an assuring laugh to all
that might hear it, how do you think
we disposed of our restless captive ?
Eemoving a loaf from the bread-pan,
I offered a stick to one of his claws,
which grasped it with a deadly te-
nacity, enabling us to lift our grim
friend, unconscious of the manoeuvre,
into the deep bread-pan ; presently
he relaxed his hold of the stick ; we
turned him with it on his back \
clapped the cover on the bread-pan ;
— and ... at five o'clock P.M.,
of that day, taliter processum est,
that he meekly graced our modest
dinner-table in the guise of— curried
crab !
TICKLER MISSING !
I sauntered down to my Bay, with
four newspapers in my pocket, and
accompanied by Tickler alone, about
11 A.M., intending to bathe, and then
lie on the shingle reading my papers.
When I had got down to the water's
edge, the wicked idea occurred to me
of suddenly sousing Tickler into the
calm blue advancing water, before I
bathed myself. So without giving
him the least idea of what I was
about, by divers false pretences I in-
veigled him some little way on to the
rocks : and then suddenly seized him,
and before the little fellow had time
to be frightened, dropped him calmly
into the calm waters ! Clean over
head he went instanter; and then,
with uncommon sagacity, observing
where the shore was, swam straight
towards it — a fearful distance of
nearly seven yards. On reaching
land, he shook himself ; and then
seemed perfectly astounded at what
had taken place. Having assisted in
squeezing the salt water out of his
dear little pepper-and-salt jacket, I
rolled him good-humouredly in the
shingle ; and as he was in the fervid
sunshine, he soon got dry. Then it
was my turn to dip ; and leaving
Tickler squatting beside my clothes,
with strict injunctions not to stir till
I came out, I abandoned myself to
the lovely blue !— At length I got out,
and made towards my clothes. For
the first time occurred to me the idea
of Tickler But he was not
there! I called him— gently— angrily :
I whistled : — but no Tickler 1 I
dressed myself hastily, and scrambled
up into the road: still no Tickler!
And to every inquiry whether any
one had seen a little grey dog, the
answer was, " Non, Monsieur." I
started back to the chateau— no : no
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one had seen him ! So I hastened
back to the bay; and— in short, I
spent three hours, under a broiling
sun, and without having waited for
lunch, in hunting for Tickler. I went
to every cottage I could see, on a
rapid tour of at least seven miles, —
calling out "Tickler! Tickler!" —
making anxious inquiries after him ;
and offering five francs to any one who
would bring him to the chateau. " Tell
us the name, Monsieur !"— " Tickler !"
"O! oui! Teekel?" — "Teek!" —
"Teekleur !"— "Taklar !"— "Teekle !"
. . . .__« ^Vhat sort of a dog is it?"—
" A little one — very pretty — a lady's
dog!" — "Quellecouleur, Monsieur?" —
"Gris ! — presque gris !" — "Bien, Mon-
sieur !" — Five francs freely offered
must have set five times as many
eager searchers a -foot, calling out
Tickler's name in every variation of
which it was susceptible in Norman-
French : — and at length, dispirited
and exhausted, I reached the chateau.
Half-way down the avenue was Ma-
dame, reading a book. I dared hardly
tell her of my misfortune "I
suppose you haven't seen Tickler?"
at length I asked.—" Seen Tickler !—
Yes — he's lying fast asleep on the
ottoman "— " He is ! ! !"— " Why,
yes — he's been here this three hours :
and I do believe you've been bathing
him !" — He had had his revenge. I
did not recover the fatigue for two or
three hours ; and next day Madame,
attended by Tickler, having taken a
little walk into the interior, was
pitched upon by one of my lynx-
eyed myrmidons, and told that she
had got " Monsieur's dog !"
FINE WRITING.
Wednesday. — Did I not take my
seat in my library this glorious morn-
ing, at 8.30A.M., one whole hour after
breakfast, with the firm determina-
tion to do some fine writing 1 I know
I did ! Do some fine writing, by the
way — the phrase is my own, and im-
pertinently significant ! And, forsooth !
the fine writing was to be on any sub-
ject ! Nothing, it seemed, was to
come amiss to the Fine Writer —
prose or poetry ; morals, politics, cri-
ticism,— sentiment, romance — bah !
However, being in the humour for
something or other intellectual, I
spread out the doomed sheet; adjusted
it exactly on the bloating-case, and it
again on the table, in such a direc-
tion as enabled me to command a
sight of everything provocative of
Fine Writing. I took my pen ;
rested my left elbow on the table,
and my chin on the palm of my
hand ; half closed my eyes, and gazed
on the magnificent expanse. Anon
my right hand hung down listlessly,
or rather rested on the arm of the an-
tique easy-chair, as though belonging
to the very Genius of musing. But
what do you think was the first thing
that occurred to me at the very mo-
ment when, " with all appliances and
means to boot," I had determined on
doing Fine Writing ? When Silence,
Solitude, Snugness, combined their
efforts to let me have it all my own
way ! I am really ashamed to tell you,
but 'tis the truth ; and is this :— As
regards my chin and left hand, the
posture is one of those in which Lord
Byron was painted ; — and as regards
the right hand, with the pen, and
hanging down, — the position is that
chosen by Sir Joshua Reynolds to
represent the musing moralist, Dr
Johnson. . . . Now, no mortal
eye was at that moment looking on
your obedient servant ; nor was there
anything in the shape of a looking-
glass in the room that he could
gaze at himself. Having probed
the matter as deeply as I could, I am
as certain as I can be of anything,
that I had fallen into each attitude
unconsciously ... but what ill-
natured imp was it that placed before
my mind's eye the hackneyed engrav-
ings of these two personages, one so
celebrated, and the other so great?
Come, now, you are alone with your-
self, and be frank : give up your at-
tempt to account for it by anxiously
referring to the mysteries of Sugges-
tion and Association . . . and tell us
whether, in your innermost self, the
idea did not occur to you, that . . .
if a portrait were to be taken of you
— forsooth ! — by hand of man, or —
dignus vindice nodus I the Great Sun
himself! . . now was the time ! . . .
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the points of each position would be
hit off at once ! . . . . Whew !
Eugh ! ... In a fit of genuine and
desperate disgust at the bare possi-
bility, and almost dreading and hating
the neglected science of Self- Know-
ledge, if it were of such a searching
character as this, searing one's very
vitals, — I suddenly thre\v down my
pen on the table ; started up ; enfolded
myself in my loose wrapper ; walked
up and down my room for a minute
or two ; and then, with a little more
impetuosity than was necessary, put
aside my paper ; shut up my writing-
case ; threw off my wrapper ; put on
my thin p'- jacket — my very ugly
travelling-cap, which is an eyesore to
all my little circle ; strode out into
the avenue ; thrust my hands into niy
pockets, and for a long time paced the
avenue in that pleasing state of mind
which reminds me now of that which Sir
William Blackstone describes as "ma-
lice against all mankind" — (forsooth!
because I had had cause to hate ni}*-
self, I must hate my species !) — and
all this came of my sitting down de-
termined to do Fine Writing ! If
ever I do anything of the sort again,
may I . . " Papa ! here's Pierre
at the door, and wants to know
if you would like to go out this morn-
ing and fish among the rocks, — he
says we're likely to catch some conger
eels." ....
" Oh, yes," desperately ; " I'll
go — instantly ! Anything's better
than . . . Yes ! the hook is in
my gills ; and I'll go and put it into
those of some sea-snake ! Ducky,
ducky ! Come and be killed !" . .
And He did ! Such a piece of work
to get him on board, of which he
gave us fair notice the moment we
had intimated to him, perhaps some-
what roughly, our intention to give
him a little fresh air ! I pulled the
line for a yard or two, and then ex-
claimed, " Hollo ! here's something
strong — " Pierre put his hand to the
line, " Ah ! oui, monsieur — c'est une
congre " — he hauled in the line — "tres
petit." And to be sure it was not
longer than my friend the viper of the
other day — four feet, though consider-
ably thicker : how his greedy eyes
glared as he neared us !
MAUD V. CORDELIA.
The evening was so bewitch-
ingly beautiful, that I sallied forth
to enjoy it, somewhat selfishly, alone,
more solito : and yet not alone
— for in my pocket I took a volume
of Shakespeare. Scarce had I seated
myself in the silent grass-grown quad-
rangle representing the keep of the
castle, before one made her appear-
ance with the long-desired volume —
the Laureate's last— Maud! When
she had left me, I read it — beginning
with the respectful and eager expec-
tation which one or two exquisite
performances of his might well inspire
in even the most exacting and fastidi-
ous—right through
So, with a sigh, I took out the
volume of Shakespeare which I had
brought with me, determined to com-
mence King Lear, which I had not
read for many years ! O, don't fear
that an Old Contributor has grown
young enough to favour you, at this
time of day — at least of the evening —
VOL. LXXYIII.—- NO. CCCCLXXXI.
with a critique of that magnificent
play, whose glorious and immortal
author has the humblest homage of my
heart and intellect — would they were
worthier of rendering it! In his
inspiring presence even littleness
seems to swell into bigger propor-
tions; but really if one begins, one shall
never end, so be it understood that,
with one line, when I had got down
to it — the shades of evening falling
deeper and deeper around me — I
closed the volume, and in the recol-
lection of that rich and lovely line have
revelled ever since. It occurs in the
very first scene, where, while her two
false-hearted sisters are flattering their
royal old father, who has required
each of the three to tell him which
loves him most, says Cordelia, aside
—the first intimation she has given
of her presence —
" What shall Cordelia do ? Love, and le
silent ! "
O, Shakespeare ! and so will I !
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CATERPILLARS.
"May I kill a caterpillar?" "Why
should - you ? mav be asked in re-
turn." " Well, but why shouldn't
I? They are of a very destructive
nature — .they've almost annihilated
everything in the shape of green
in poor Masurier's little garden near
the castle, and you should hear him
invoke vengeance on them " a bos
les chenilles! " u So you imagine your-
self armed with a roving commission to
destroy any animallife, which you may
regard, whether rightly or wrongly,
as mischievous? " " Why, if I should
meet an adder crossing the road in
my walk this afternoon, mayn't I
kill it?" "No, I think not; unless
the creature appear bent on doing
you or yours harm." " I mayn't
crush a centipede ! ! if I should
see one— or a cobra?!!" "That is
only varying the instance, not the
question. I look upon it as really a
serious consideration how one, formed
himself in God's image, can feel him-
self justified in arbitrarily depriving
of life anything on which He has been
pleased to confer it, for reasons which
in the mysterious economy of nature
He has not revealed to us. Prima facie
the destruction of animal life is wrong ;
it lies on him who does so, to justify it
by the plea of requirement for food, or
of self-defence, fairly, and not capri-
ciously urged ; just as the lawyers say
of homicide — that it is presumed to be
malicious, and that it lies on the pri-
soner charged with it to rebut that
presumption." " Well, it don't signify.
. . . I've killed a goodly number,
as I saw them crawling steadily from
the shrubberies up the walls, and into
the windows of my house here. . ."
" The creatures are all on their way
upwards — each, as it were, crying
Excelsior! impelled by unerring in-
stinct to fulfil their destiny — to seek
some spot where, in repose, they may
mysteriously pass out of that unsightly
form of existence into another of a
wholly different character. . . ."
Well, my friend, I have observed it,
and pondered it long, and deeply. I
have watched the mystic metamor-
phosis with profound interest ; and
here let me quote the pregnant words
of the great patriarch St Basil, who
(A.D. 370) thus illustrated the doctrine
of the Resurrection by the instance of
metamorphosis exhibited by the silk-
worm : —
" What have you to say, who dis-
believe the assertion of the Apostle
Paul, concerning the change at the
resurrection, when you see many of the
inhabitants of the air changing their
forms? Consider, for example, the
account of the horned worm from In-
dia: which having first changed into a
caterpillar, then, in process of time, be-
comes a cocoon ; and does not continue
in even that form, but assumes light
and expanding wings ! Ye women who
sit winding, upon the bobbins, the pro-
duce of these animals, bear in mind
the change of form in this creature !
Derive from it a clear conception of
the resurrection, and discredit not that
transformation which St Paul an-
nounces to us all !"
Mark, then, with me, yon caterpill ar,
which I have watched creeping
steadily across the terrace, how often
soever pushed aside, till it reaches the
wall : then it ascends, turns first this,
then that way, its head inquisitively
raised the while, evidently in quest of
something. It is looking for a fitting
spot to which it may attach itself, and
at length has found one to its mind,
alongside another, and is stationary.
There it will remain, like its semi-
metamorphosed companion, which at
present it no more resembles than a
bird, a frog. There will both remain,
unconsciously undergoing the mystic
process of transformation, till, with
returning sunshine, they start winged
into the air, New Creatures. And
shall I doubt the stupendous fact
which God has vouchsafed to tell
me, of my own Resurrection ? No ;
and therefore my flesh shall rest in
hope!
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A DEED OF DARKNESS.
Tuesday.—. . . 'Tis done !— I felt
certain that I heard a step stealthily
approaching the garden, and after lying
still in my Albert-less bed-chamber,
for some moments, the old clock in
the hall droned out four o'clock. Is
that some one after my pears ? (I
mentally asked the question, with the
air of a suspicious landed proprietor.)
No, it was not, but somewhat infinitely
more serious ; and strange to say, a
realisation of sundry misgivings that
had haunted me for some time. I rose
from bed quietly, and stepped to the
open window. All was dark and silent.
By-and-by it returned : I
distinctly saw a figure in a blouse,
stealthily slipping down the poplar-
avenue on the western side of the
shrubbery, at the end of which there
was a wicket which opened on a nar-
row winding path leading down the
declivity towards the village. . . .
In one hand he carried the ensanguined
instrument with which he had done
the deed. 'Twas a small hatchet —
the wretch ! and with two blows he
had made me cease to be a proprietor
of live stock I crept
into bed again and shuddered. . . .
" I know what was done, ma'am,
about four o'clock this morning," said
I, mysteriously, while I was dressing,
some hours afterwards.
"Well?" quoth madame, sheep-
ishly.
11 1 shan't touch a morsel of either.
. . . Positively I will not."
" Well, I dare say there are those
that will in this house. I never saw-
plumper things in my life. . . And
you said they were eating their heads
off in corn. ... I dare say you
feel very sentimental, and would like
to have taken the things up to town
alive!"
" Well— but why not tell me ?"
" Pho— I thought you'd say some-
thing touching, and all that, and put
it off — and off — sol told Henri to come
very early and do it, and when they
came up to table, you might have
supposed that the fowls had been
bought during the day."
"Well, — I won't touch 'em. They've
eaten corn out of my hands. But mind
I won't have any more bought."
" Oh, very well !" replied the lady
of the landlord, somewhat stiffly, I
thought.
CREATURE COMFORTS.
Wednesday.— I really don't half like
to own it to myself even ; but I am
getting shockingly fond of A Good
Dinner. Speaking for myself only, I
think sometimes half-a-dozen times
during the day (and, fie on me! some-
times catch myself licking my lips ! )
of the dinner which is to wind it up,
practically : for what with expedi-
tions into the lovely and varied inte-
rior of this country — expeditious afoot;
for unless we choose to take a jolt in
a cart, I should like to see how else
we are to go. And that reminds me
of a nice little char-a-banc standing in
our stable ; but when we had done our
best in and about the village — and far
and near — to get a horse, helas ! — it was
not to be had ; gratefully acknowledg-
ing, however, the proffered loan of a
stupendous cart-horse, which could no
more have got into our little shafts,
than a hippopotamus cross the Thames
in a wherry. Well — I say, what with
expeditions everywhere, for miles and
hours ; and bathing ; and sitting in
the open air in the laurel arbour ; at
the top of the castle (when I am in
fits of fine thought) ; and, O joy
of joys, ensconced on the rocks,
on a huge ledge which seems made
to shelter me from the N. and N. E.
wind (while another protects me
from the S.W. which is now blowing),
and shields my book or newspaper
from the aforesaid wind ; — and what
with thinking, and writing letters, and
reading good books ; — what with all
this, one gets quite ready for dinner,
ay, and now and then looks at one's
watch as the hour draws near, and
that's the truth, and I can't help it,
and I don't care. Now look at to-day,
for instance. If all go well, you may
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at 5 P.M., military time, see a very
splendid red-mullet, caught off the
rocks this morning by one of my hardy
friends down below, who has taken a
fancy to me, because I admire his
little boy, and sent him up with the
prize, as a present for Monsieur ; who
secretly resolved to give a franc and a
half as a present in return, on some
pretence or other : —Well — there's
that Mullet (I had to give the cook au
entire sheet of the nice paper on which
I am writing to you, that the afore-
said Mullet might come to table in
due state : then (lest it should not be
enough for five), two dozen and a half
of curried oysters (I intend to eat some
of both) ; then some hashed mutton,
and a little piece of cold corned beef;
to be eaten to the tune of pickled
girkins, a jar of which, with admirable
forethought, I had brought from Eng-
land— a rice-pudding made of cream,
which they call milk here ; salad,
which our servant has a great fancy
for placing before us daily, seeing he
gets the lettuce and endive out of Our
Own Grounds ; and as for dessert,
what think you of two dishes of lus-
cious grapes, and two of large melting
pears, presented to us by a courteous
Military Proprietaire and Neighbour
only eight miles off. Thanks, gallant
Colonel ; and may this kind of grape
be the only one that is ever here-
after interchanged between French
and English, whether military or ci-
vilian ! Then concerning liquor, what
say you to pure Marsala? Besides
port: which, after dinner, being an
Englishman, I will have, whenever,
and wherever, I can ? And touching
cider, no champagne cork ever bounced
and fizzed out of his bottle more im-
patient to be disposed of, than did the
cork yesterday out of our cider bottle,
as our astounded servant can testify —
And thus much in respect of creature
comforts ; and if the truth were to be
told, every one likes 'em, that can get
'em. Don't you? [N.B.— We have
just had a very fine mackerel brought,
for which we gave the fortunate fish-
erman an entire franc : fancy the afore-
said mackerel to - morrow morning
broiled, with just a tincture of Sauce
Epicurienne, by way of relish, for
breakfast!]
STARLIGHT.
Thursday.— Isn't there something
suggestive in the very word ? Star-
light ! But you should have been with
me this morning, when I took it into
my head to step to the window of my
bedroom about three o'clock A.M. : not
a mouse stirring ; even the tremulous-
leaved poplar silent : and the sea
motionless. Unless I walked out on
the terrace and went round to the
N.E. front, the Moon was not visible:
but she was such a delicate crescent,
and could in no way interfere with
the solemn starlight. Orion looked
perfectly tremendous ! and seemed to
have come so near ! How he gleamed
in the van of the glittering starry
host ! [Here imagine me indulging in
thoughts of the utmost sublimity — in-
conceivably so, and inexpressibly :
and that notwithstanding my despe-
rate efforts, again, at fine writing ! ]
Thou transcendant constellation — by
the way, has any one ever suggested
or imagined any reason for the fixed
relative positions of those stars which
we call constellations ? How I should
like to have a hint on the subject from
some Angel, who may know all about
it — or Sir David Brewster,by the way,
who certainly does ! . . . So I
stand with folded arms and eyes gaz-
ing upward, looking, in my night attire,
like sheeted ghost
Madame (suddenly)— "Who's that?
What's that standing in the oh,
it's you, is it ! You'll catch your
death of cold some of these nights ;
besides, there are no end of insects and
creeping things about — "
So Socrates stalked back to his
Xant but I won't finish the word.
I am sure she means it kindly, and it
certainly is chilly.
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CRITICISM
Many thanks for your well-meant
consideration in sending to me, in
my solitude, . I agree with
you. It is first-rate trash; and I
shall give it to some villager here,
who cannot read English, and there-
fore will not have his opinion of us
lowered.
QUITE OUT OF THE WORLD.
ls£ October, Monday. — Five weeks
have now elapsed since I let a thick
veil drop between myself and the
world. She may have thought no-
thing since about me; but I have
«very now and then lifted up that veil
a little bit, just to see how her lady-
ship was going on — May I, without
offence, say that she is a little given
to masquerading? What does she
mean, for instance, by at one time ap-
pearing in grave and penitential garb
as the Religious World ? And while
your feelings are getting attuned to
sympathy with her, in so grand a
character, in the twinkling of an eye
all is changed, and she flaunts before
you as the Fashionable World. By-
and-by she assumes a smug self-sa-
tisfied look, and calls herself the Lite-
rary World ; and anon, as if to show
how priggish and disagreeable she
could make herself if she pleased, The
Scientific World. Just as she is put-
ting you into a very bad humour,
presto ! she capers before you as The
Sporting World ! But here again,
when you feel inwardly getting tickled
into good humour, all is changed in a
trice, and she is quite fussing and
pretentious, and in a prodigious pucker,
as The Political World ! So that one
might regard the world as a huge
Chameleon ! Well, but am not I my-
self a part of that Chameleon ? What
do I call myself? A Man of the
World?
But why is The World to derive its
aspects and denominations merely
from the Pursuits in which those in-
dulge who constitute it? Is there
any harm in conceiving of The World
— its varied phases — according to hu-
man characteristics, the moral nature
and disposition of that profound mys-
tery, Man ? Shall we speak, for in-
stance, of The Cruel World? The
-Covetous World? The Selfish World?
The Ambitious World? The Proud
World? The Sensual World? The
Profane World? The Trifling World ?
Or may we presume to speak of The
Just World? The Generous World ?
The Self-denying World? The Hum-
ble World? The Sincere World? The
Reverend World ? The Believing
World?
Answer, Man! that art thus per-
mitted the inclination and opportunity
of Self-Examination and Devout Re-
flection, while love of thy fellows
should mingle with reverence to
thy Maker — to which of all these
thou claimest to belong ? Thy days
are melting away fast — thy Time
rapidly dissolving into Eternity, —
and yet thy destiny therein dependeth
on thyself. I tremble in this awful
solitude ; while I hear a voice saying,
Be not conformed to this world;
but be ye transformed by the Renew-
ing of your mind, that ye may prove
what is that good, and acceptable, and
perfect Will of God. For 1 say,
through the grace given unto me, to
every man that is among you, not to
think of himself more highly than he
ought to think; but to think soberly,
accordingly as God hath dealt to every
man the measure of faith.
The Sun is setting, and my soul is
subdued. O, the soothing glory! the
tender majesty! the awful silence!
Now his last rays have vanished
from the calm bosom of the ocean :
why did that tear descend my cheek,
startling me with its suddenness?
It told of the over- swelling of a
heart solemnised, and a little sad-
dened ; for I suddenly recollect that
the very first object which met my
eye, on entering this lovely residence,
was a letter, with gloomy bordering,
enclosing a card announcing the sud-
den death of my oldest friend, and
with these words accompanying the
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announcement — Be ye also ready,
for in such an hour as ye think not,
the Son of Man cometh : — and those
very words I have just read on a
gravestone in a rustic churchyard
near me ! As I descend from my
[Nov.
Well — we have got calmly and
happily into October ! What a Sep-
tember have we had! The month
has been — with scarce an exception —
one long lovely day, and as lovely
night! And yet, by the way, to-
solitary rock, my watch-tower of Ob- wards its close, there were, now
servation, methinks I see a new signi- I am reminded of it, some pretty
ficance in the words, The fashion of stern intimations of Equinoctial-
this World passeth away, isrn !
THE STORM.
The Monarch of Storms seemed to
be marshalling his forces in the N.E.,
whence he kept every now and then
throwing out clouds of skirmishers.
How our poor laurels and laurestines
bowed their heads and moaned ! And
as for the fuchsias, they trembled in
every limb, and shed, strange sight !
tears of crimson ! The poplars waved
wildly to and fro, as though, from
their higher positions, they could see
the main body of the Army of Hur-
ricanes, in close proximity, and lower-
ing in battle array. Ay ! and at
length They Come ! . . . .
The Wind and the Sea are going
to make a night on't : so I'll e'en go
out and see at least the beginning.
I get my pilot-jacket and cap : I but-
ton the former up to my chin, and tie
the latter close round my neck, en-
closing my ears from assault of the
auxiliary forces— to wit, the Rain,—
which have evidently joined with
King Wind.
Madame and Mademoiselle.— Why,
you can't really be going out such an
evening as this? Impossible! What
a fright you look !
Myself (drily).— It isn't impossible ;
but I may look a Fright : I don't care,
I'll go and see The Storm.
They (looking apprehensively
through the drawing-room windows,
which they proceed to close). — How
black it looks (so it did, with a
witness!) You'll be wet to the
skin And where are you
going? To your rock, I suppose,
as usual !
Myself.— Well, by the way, that's
not a bad idea at all : it hadn't oc-
curred to me. I was thinking of the
Castle .... in fact, I'll go to
both
They. — Well, take a glass of wine
(dessert on table), and don't be out
long. But it's a mad freak.
Myself. — Didn't I say, when we
came, that this was to be Liberty
Hall ? And havn't all of you been
every where ? Chacun a son grout.—
and this is mine. Good evening.
[I go.]
The instant that I had got into my
heretofore tranquil avenue, JEolus, at
the head of a strong column, charged
right down upon me, and I was nearly
worsted. I stood my ground, how-
ever, keeping a sharp look-out on my
left flank ; for operations there, by one
of the allied forces, were indicated by
large dashing drops of Rain. But I
persevered ; and when I had got to
the edge of the declivity, there stood
the magnificent old Ruin, relieved
grandly against the leaden-hued and
wrathful sky, while the infuriate gale
seemed bent on stripping off the ivy
close-clinging in tender concealment
of the ravages of Time.
" Monsieur, forgive me, should not
leave home such a night as this — he
will be drenched in a few minutes,'*
said one of my sea-shore friends, who
stood at the door of his hut, smoking
his cigar, with an air of luxury.
" No, Jacques, I think not. I shall
be in the Castle in a minute." . .
" Well, well, if it so please you ;
but you will be wet nevertheless."
With this, a sudden puff of the hur-
ricane whipped off his great broad
hat ; and with a certain exclamation
which I shall not give or translate
for English ears polite, he set off
after it, and I with him, lest it should
be whisked off to sea. But the owner
was spared the bereavement : the cap
blew right into the hollow of a bush
that seemed made for the purpose ;
and Jacques, with many thanks to
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me, instantly resumed his good-na-
ture, and with a gay " Bon soir,
Monsieur !" betook himself to his hut,
and I to the Castle. I knew the
exact spot from which to see with
advantage, on this particular occa-
sion, and with that quarter of the
wind, whatever might happen : and
a few minutes' time sufficed to bring
me, — not having been blown down
by gusts which caught me every now
and then in my ascent of the time-
worn steps — to the little turret. . .
'Twas sublime. A glance down-
wards showed you stupendous billows
broken incessantly into snowy foam
at the base of the ironstone rocks
forming the foundation of the Castle.
I am so high, and the tempest so loud-
voiced, that I scarce heard the thunder-
ing accompaniment of the onslaught
beneath. In the far distance there
seemed, if my eyes did not deceive
me, a ship scudding under bare poles.
I was snug enough in my little watch-
tower, and could not help thinking,
for a moment, of Lucretius' famous
lines — Suave mari mayno, — but
they were quickly replaced by the
utterances of our own magnificent
Tongue of Nature : *
" Kent.— Alas, Sir, are you here ? Things
that love night
Love not such nights as these ; the wrathful
skies
Gullowf* the very wanderers of the dark,
And make them keep their caves. Since I
was man,
Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid
thunder,
Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never
Remember to have heard. Man's nature
cannot carry
The affliction nor the fear.
Lear. — Let the great gods
That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads,
Find out their enemies now ! Tremble,
thou wretch
That hast within thee undivulged crimes,
Unwhipped of justice ; hide thee, thou
bloody hand :
Thou perjured, and thou similar man of
virtue !
Caitiff, to pieces shake,
That under covert and convenient seeming,
Hast practised on man's life. Close pent-up
guilts,
Rive your concealing continents ! and cry
These dreadful summoners, grace ! "
These lines had I been reading that
very morning ; arid having cited them
here, I shall not be guilty of profana-
tion, by attempting any description of
the scene which I witnessed that
evening. But what harm is there in
mentioning, as a bit of dry matter-of-
fact, that according to the celebrated
Arago, as touching lightning, " the
most brilliant and extensive flashes
— even those which appear to embrace
the whole extent of the visible horizon
— have not a duration equal to the
thousandth part of a second of time /"
This conclusion, he says, is derived
from our distinguished countryman Mr
Wheatstone's ingenious rotatory appa-
ratus for determining the duration of the
electric spark : which he demonstrates
to last not the millionth part of a
second ! However this may be, one
of these evanescent irradiations lasted
long enough to render visible this
ajfiche, as I quitted the majestic ruin
— and infinitely heightened the tone
of one's feeling — "• II est defendu de
fumer au dedans de ces portes!" I
had escaped the deluge of rain which
had descended on the turret in which
I was snugly ensconced ; and a little
before eight o'clock quitted the Castle,
hoping to reach my little chateau with
a dry skin, that I might triumph over
those who had augured ill of my ex-
pedition. But diis aliter visam: not
long after I had sallied forth from the
mouldering gateway, down came the
rain again like a cataract, rendering
me a pretty object, but in no degree
shaking the iron resolution which had
sustained me through the adventure !
As I passed the hut of my friend
Jacques, there he and his wife and
daughter were cowering over the little
wood- fire. He came to the door,
shook his head, smiled, and gave such a
shrug ! " Monsieur is wet ! " " Enter,
enter ! " " No, thank you — I am near
home." u Will Monsieur take a cigar? "
I declined the civilly proffered but to
me hateful weed, and commenced the
ascent to my chateau. Just as I
reached it, the Moon that had ap-
peared suffocated by the incessantly
drifting clouds, owing to the inter-
ference of a great blast of wind, be-
came suddenly visible — but only to
cast akind of convulsive glance — awild
glare — on the tempest scene around
her, and withdraw for the night.
How the wind howled round me as I
King Lear, Act iii., Scene 2.
f i. e. affright.
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paced rapidly the avenue ! At length
I reached our clematis-covered porch :
the rain still " came down like music"
— but I had reached the goal ! The
storm-shutters had been all closed
upwards of an hour before ; every-
thing made snug for the night ; a
blazing fire lit in the drawing-room ;
tea was awaiting my arrival ; every-
body delighted that I had returned ;
off went pilot-jacket and heavy soaked
cap ; I retired to my dressing-room
and paid myself such attentions, with
a view to complete comfort, as seemed
necessary ; then returned to the draw-
ing-room, where Madame sate perfectly
good-humoured before the hissing
urn ; Tickler was overjoyed to see
me ; the two youngsters profoundly
intent on the chess-board ; — tea is
soon ready ; but before the cup was
handed to me — "Un petit ver de
cognac, Monsieur ? " quoth Made-
moiselle, slily ; "Oui;" and all was
right. And at 9.30., good-night !
good-night ! Never mind the wind
howling down the chimneys, nor the
trees shivering and groaning outside,
nor the rain spitting furiously against
the massive shutters. Good-night !
good-night ! [N.B. — I hope that poor
bare ship is all right !]
AN ORDER OF THE DAT !
2d October 1855, Tuesday, 8 A.M. —
" WE, &c., to all whom it may concern.
And whereas the day is now drawing
in rather rapidly, and its candle is
burning at both ends, we, having
taken this into Our consideration, do
Order,
"That henceforth, every one rise at
6.30 A.M. ; breakfast be at 7.30 A.M. ;
lunch at 12.15 P.M. ; dinner at 6 P.M. ;
bed as before.
" It is also further Ordered, that
every exertion be made by everybody
in this expedition to get fish, particu-
larly mackerel ; for which purpose
they are to be on the look-out at all
times, but especially early in the
mornings, to intercept the fishermen
carrying their fish to the town.
" And whereas the fishermen show
a great disinclination to part with
their sand-eels, for reasons best known
to themselves, every one is at liberty
to go, at proper states of the tide,
armed with rakes, and get 'em for
themselves — if they can.
"And touching oysters, if any one
can devise any other method of treat-
ing oysters, than eating 'em raw,
scalloped, stewed, or curried, he is to
do so.
" Done at ."
MY BAT.
Tuesday, noon.' — "The ruffian
Boreas" has indeed " enraged the
gentle Thetis !" She was tearing her
hair, stamping her feet, and springing
frantically to and fro — one of the
Graces become one of the Furies ; in
plain prose, my little Bay, with its
placid loveliness, was now the scene
of thundering tumult. The sky looked
still wrathful; dusky clouds fly ing swift-
ly and confusedly before the victorious
winds. How the green waters come
tumbling in mountains high ! till they
burst into clouds of foam against the
huge serried rocks on either extre-
mity, or, gathering into higher and
higher curves as they advanced rapidly
up the beach, precipitated themselves
on the shingle with deafening uproar!
The three little ferry-boats which had
heretofore lain in assured repose on
the beach, were now hauled up high
and dry out of the reach of the raging
element — one transferred to the road,
and the other two hauled up and left
hanging against the steep declivity.
Where now was the site of my
quondam Sea Nymph's gentle antics ?
Submerged some forty feet beneath
the snow-crested billows ! And as for
my tower of contemplation at the
opposite extremity, nothing of it was
visible, except, at intervals, black
ragged ridges, or peaks, for the most
part enveloped in foam. The turbu-
lent waters had overspread the entire
bay, and came riotously up to even
the rude break-water which lined the
narrow roadway, on the other side of
which were two or three cottages
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liable to be flooded unless the tide
retreated. How the wind howled !
And as for the San, which had here-
tofore shone, now with such pensive,
then such dazzling radiance over the
lovely scene, he seemed to have
withdrawn in anger ! Yet. . . .
Wednesday (next day) 11 A.M. — All
again bright, blue, and beautiful as
ever ! The Monarch of day, blazing
over head in effulgent state, the fleecy
clouds melting as they approach. The
wind, too, has fallen ; and though out
at sea, beyond the bay, the blue waters
are swelling and foam-crested — within
this charming sanctum they are well-
nigh calm and smooth as ever ! . .
O, how beautiful ! I spend the whole
morning, musing ; reading King Lear';
walking on the smooth and spreading
sand ; or reclining on my favourite
rock. . . mine, not hers ! Rosalind!
where are you ? I have not seen you
here for now this many a day ! I
know not yet who you are ; nor
whether you be Madame or Mademoi-
selle ; or young and fair. Yes, yes,
that I choose to presume ! Adieu !
So, as he has the shore to himself,
Monsieur will take his bath, which
makes his fortieth !
SABBATH MORNING.
O hallowed morn ! O, the blessed
freshness ! The solemnising solitude !
The inspiring silence !
The sun had risen about two hours,
and seemed to look benignantly but
sadly out of the cloudless sky upon
the silver surface of the sea, and the
valleys and eminences around me,
their foliage rich with the mellow and
varying tints of autumn. In a pensive
humour I sauntered slowly and alone
up the avenue, and took my old course
past the lofty ivy-mantled ruin, looking,
if possible, more beautiful, and tenderly
so, than ever. How the bare crum-
bling stone mingled its grey hue with
the rich green of the ivy, and how
beautiful on both lay the slanting
sunlight ! At the base, and far be-
low, in the primitive little harbour,
lay a fleet of some fifty fishing-ves-
sels, mostly decked in Sunday attire,
and watched over by His Imperial
Majesty's screw steam-ship Ariel,
moored at the corner of the harbour,
white as snow, with tricolor flutter-
ing faintly at stem and stern. On her
main-deck I could see the crew,
with captain and officers, standing
bare-headed, at prayers : and with
this exception, not a soul was stirring
or visible in the harbour. After con-
templating the scene with deep in-
terest for a few moments, removing my
hat on seeing my fellow-beings wor-
shipping our Maker, I turned east-
ward, and walked slowly along the
narrow path skirting the bay. The
profound silence was interrupted for a
moment by a sudden and distant
cock-crow, serving only to enhance
that silence. My bay was filled with
the soft and silent blue waters ; and
from two or three little cottages or
huts white curls of smoke arose, dis-
persing slowly in the serene air. Not
a human being was visible. I resolved
to scale the steep heathery eminence
on my left, to obtain a more extensive
view of the enchanting scene. At
length I reached the summit; and
leaning against the weather-beaten
and decayed fragment of a watch-
tower that had been erected during
the war, I stood, with folded arms,
lost in a sense of the lovely repose
that breathed around. It was my
last Sabbath in those parts : and shall
I hesitate to own that my soul was
dissolved in reverent thankfulness to
Him who had given me, thus richly to
enjoy, an oasis in the wilderness — so
salutary and invigorating a respite
from the active cares and anxieties of
life ? Let me humbly express a be-
lief, and a hope, that His creatures
may regard such a moment as this,
and such a devout condition of the
soul towards Him in whom we live,
and move, and have our being, as/ee/-
ing after Him, and finding Him, though
He be not far from every one of us I
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MEDITATION ON A MOUNTAIN.
If this were not a time and an
occasion calling for grave reflection,
to one even but little accustomed to,
or capable of it, when would such
arrive? Such is to be regarded as
being, so to speak, a halt in the march
of life ; not that one can arrest one's
earthly progress for an instant ; for
the sand is still running on, though he
who is interested in it may for the
first time have thought of pausing
amidst his multifarious occupations to
meditate upon the silent significance
of that running sand. So : one looks
backward : is the retrospect satisfac-
tory?—forward: is the prospect cheer-
ing ? or is the former unsatisfactory,
and the latter cheerless ? Then fol-
lows in either case the weighty —
WHY? Has the brief interval be-
tween this and one's last periodical
pause, been passed in a way worthy
of a moral, a rational, an accountable
being — a Christian being, though even
only nominally such? For, in my
view of the momentous matter, it is
idle to ask the question of any other,
nor would his answer be interesting
or satisfying. Has that space been
traversed in the degrading spirit of —
let us eat and drink, for to-morrow
we die ? Has one's moral and intel-
lectual nature been more and more
immersed in sense? Does one secretly
believe that one's Whole ends, abso-
lutely, with a HicJacet? — That
'ff .' We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep ?
Alas ! I knew well a man, a gifted
one too, who took this dreadful view
of the matter. He was refined from
all sensual grossness, and I believe
his life to have been scrupulously
moral ; but though in scarcely middle
age, he could never bear to be re-
minded of the decline of life — saying,
with a tone and a look still present
to me, ** Why should I overshadow
my present by anticipating my ex-
tinction?" And I protest, that a
man more calmly and hopelessly un-
happy, from this consideration alone,
I scarcely ever knew, and it always
saddened me to think of him. How,
then, would such a one answer the
— Why ? above proposed ! But if one
believe oneself not one of the herd
who, "from hour to hour," thus "ripe
and ripe," and " then rot and rot," is
one living accordingly? Does one
really square one's conduct with one's
belief of the realities of Hereafter ?
Does Ambition burn as fiercely within
one as ever ? Is the garden of one's
soul rank with the thickening ill weeds
of covetousness, pride, sensuality, and
many others, that do indeed " grow
apace " ? Is the soil become too hard
to receive that seed scattered by the
divine husbandman — Good Resolu-
tions? Is SELF as domineering an
Upas-tree as ever, under whose deadly
shade the faint growth of love perishes?
Has disappointment soured or sweet-
ened, though saddening, the disposi-
tion ? Has success made one insolent,
or meek and lowly ? Has knowledge-
of oneself, and observation of others,
made one forbearing, tolerant, charit-
able, in the construction and estimate
of others' motives and conduct ?
While one has time, is one really doing
good to all men ?
Well, these are questions of a
solemn nature ; and the putting them
to oneself, steadily and faithfully, may
well occasion sighs of humility and
self-distrust, and direct the soul to that
boundless ocean of mercy and grace
which is sufficient for us! — Thus sure-
ly may meditate, on this mountain,
amidst the lovely radiance of Nature,
and the hallowing calm of Sabbath, a
poor man of the world ; who, though
he may sigh, does not sigh as one
without hope; and also, as the precious-
season of his solitude and seclusion
draws to a close, would return to the
scene of life's ordinary duties and
trials, even if visited by adversities,,
with gratitude and courage, in the
spirit of the Royal Psalmist,— Blessed
are they who going through the vale of
misery use it for a well:* which good
old Bishop Patrick would have u&
read thus : — "Who travelling through
* Psalm Ixxxiv. 6.
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the thirsty valley, where there is no the blessing of plentiful and season-
water, pass it as cheerfully as if it able showers to refresh them in their
abounded with pleasant springs ; and journey ; so that the whole company
depending on God, as the fountain of go from stage to stage, with unwearied
what they want, receive from Him vigour."
SYMPTOMS OF THE CAMP BREAKING UP.
Monday. — "All that's bright must
fade," quoth the poet; and so it began
to be with our charming little cM-
teau. In spite of the rich, untarnished,
and undiminished foliage of evergreens
so gracefully disposed around it, the
fall of the leaf, — rudely quickened
by the gales which had latterly pre-
vailed,— and the bronzing touch of
autumn, were telling daily, and al-
most visibly. We were ceasing to
be quite as secluded as we had been ;
and could see and be seen, not un-
pleasantly to be sure, but still to a
much greater extent than heretofore.
. . Leaves great and small would
accumulate on our greensward, and
rustle loudly as they were hustled
about by the eddying gusts ; and
'twas not inspiriting to look at the
stripped branches from which they
had descended. How often, as I
paced our long avenue, under these
circumstances, occurred the mournful
lines of old Homer —
" Like leaves on trees the race of Men is-
found,
Now green in life, then withering on the
ground !"
The so long-enjoyed blessed days
were shortening rapidly : mornings
and evenings grew chilly : we began
to dine by lamp-light, and those wha
did not fall asleep, sate reading round
the glowing fireplaces. 'Twas rather
hard and uugracious, I own, but one
could not help, as it were, solacing one-
self with the reflection, that the place
must look very different in a week or
two, and in winter, from what we
had seen it ! Yet, again, Winter here
hath his appropriate splendours : fancy
the noble old Ruin yonder, his emerald
mantle covered with snow, dazzling to
behold in the morning or evening sun-
light, or by the rich moonlight !
A DEBATE CONCERNING TICKLER, AND HIS SINGULAR CONVERSATION WITH ME.
Well, however this might be, the
approach of our inevitable hour was
betokened in various ways ; and first
by the necessity of my little forces
being diminished by two, with re-
spective marching orders for Oxford
and a Public School. One of these
two conceived a masterly idea — that
since they two could have but little
luggage to look after, and we "no end
of it," with ladies, sea-sickness, and
searching to boot — what if they were
to request the favour of Mr Tickler's
accompany ing them? But this startled
some.
Madame.— Take Tickler ! ! What,
with them ?
Myself (authoritatively). — Yes.
Madame. — Well, of course, if you
say it's to be done, I suppose it must.
Myself.— Yes.
Madame. — He'll break his heart —
to be separated from me —
Myself.— Dogs' hearts, like those
of some other people, are not quite so
easily broken. He goes.
Madame. — He's never been sepa-
rated from me for six hours since we
had him
Myself.— Poor little soul! I dare
say he hasn't.
Madame (tenderly).— Tickler ! Tick-
ler ! Tickler ! Poor Tickler ! [He
jumps on to her lap and looks elo-
quently into her eyes.] Positively he
knows there's something or other
going on !
Myself (in the imperative mood). —
Tickler, come hither ! [He jumps
down, and actually slinks under the
sofa ! ! so he has heard it all, and this
is a touch of disaffection, perhaps to
be fostered into mutiny. Mais riim-
porte ! He goes.] . .
But these are painful scenes ; and not
to harrow the reader's feelings, as was
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considerately said by the Minerva
Press-gang, an order of the day was
issued, that everything was to be in
readiness against 5.30 A.M., military
time, the morning but one after, for the
departure of three: and one of them was
the aforesaid Tickler, as I dare say you
may guess, who looked quite fascinat-
ing during the day, by reason of a
fuchsia or two gracefully interwoven
by Mademoiselle into his collar. I
own, for all my sternness, that I eyed
the little fellow very affectionately, as
the hour of his departure drew nigh ;
but I was little aware of what was to
occur. On the evening before he
went, we were left alone in the draw-
ing-room, all others having retired
early to bed. He lay quietly before
the fire for some time, and then got
up suddenly, and to my great sur-
prise, addressed me, as nearly as I can
recollect, as follows :
Tickler. — Well, now I'm going,
with two other members of the fa-
mily, and no mistake whatever about
it — he paused for a moment, inquir-
ingly ; but as I made no sign, he pro-
ceeded, with a faltering voice : I —
can't help it, and shall offer no ob-
struction, or opposition, and do my
best to be good company to my young
masters. Well, I must say, I've en-
joyed myself uncommonly in this
place, and feel all the better for it.
The only thing I regret is, you're
having thrown me that day into the
sea —
Myself.— Q, as for that, Tickler, let
by-gones be by-gones.
Tickler. — Well, I suppose it must be
so, as you say it must, sir ; but I was
most horribly astonished and alarmed,
and had a ringing in my ears all the
rest of the day !
Myself. — Had you, really ! So have
I, sometimes.
Tickler. — You would have been just
as much astonished as I was, if some
huge being —
Myself. — I don't allow a dog to rea-
son with me, sir. Proceed, that is, if
you have really anything to say.
Tickler (after a sigh, and a pause).
— I don't wish to be thought presump-
tuous, or give offence ; but I think
men and dogs have a great deal more
in common than either thinks for.
^ Myself (loftily, but kindly).— Pos-
sibly ; but proceed, my poor creature !
In your little way, you're not without
intelligence.
Tickler (meekly). — Thank you,
sir ; and I hope you will think us not
without affection for mankind . . .
Myself (suddenly). — My poor, dear
dog! Dear little Tickler, I really
can't tell you how much I love you,
and I believe you love us all, as sin-
cerely.
Tickler. — That I am very sure of!
But a very particular circumstance
that I heard you read out of a news-
paper some weeks ago . . .
Myself. — You did !
Tickler. — Yes, sir ; don't you recol-
lect my being called to order for sud-
denly barking when you were reading
the paper one evening?
Myself. — Well — by the way , I really
do ! What of it ? (curiously).
Tickler,. — It was the account of the
dog getting a medal the other day,
with the soldiers, for brave and faith-
ful conduct, beside his master, in
battle. He wouldn't leave him, for all
the trampling down, and blood, and
bullets, and bayoneting. [Here he
paused, and his voice quivered ; and
I was so much touched myself, that I
said nothing.] But he did his duty,
only . . .
Myself. — Good dog] Brave dog!
Methinks I see him, with his ribbon
and medal !
Tickler. — That was a proud day for
the dogs, sir, I assure you ; and I
heard one of you say, sir, that another
dog has since done prodigies of valour,
fighting beside his master, and actually
making several prisoners !
Myself. — Why, Tickler! Certainly!
You're right! 'Twas a wonderful
thing, and I've no doubt he, too, will
get a medal !
Tickler. — They happened to be both
French dogs, sir, and belonged to
French masters!
Myself.— That was the case, to be
sure . . .
Tickler (every hair alive with ex-
citement).— But don't you believe the
same could have been done by an
English dog?
Myself. — But you are a Scotch dog!
Tickler. — Well, sir, and I'm proud
of it. And don't you think that a
Scotch dog would have done the
same ?
Myself.— Very probably ; but Tick-
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ler, who was it that ran away from a
grasshopper the other day ?
Tickler. — I was not born to kill
them (proudly) ; but I feel from that
hint, that I am taking too great a
liberty . . .
Myself. — Not at all — not at all ; only
as we've all got to get up very early
in the morning, I should be obliged if
you would be short. [I wind up my
watch and give a slight yawn.]
Tickler. — I will, sir. I do assure you,
sir, that dogs think a great deal more
than you suppose.
Myself. — Ay, I dare say, about
their own affairs — nice bones, and so
forth. Ah, Tickler!
Tickler.— I'll not deny that I like a
fresh bone, not too cleanly picked be-
forehand, as well as any dog; but
we observe and reflect on mankind
much more than they imagine, and
in a very different way, besides, from
what might be supposed. Did you
ever see a Dog's Memoirs, or Auto-
biography, sir? —
Myself.— Ha, ha, ha !— A Dog's Me-
moirs, or Autobiography? Excel-
lent!
Tickler. — But did you, sir 1— (anx-
iously).
Myself (musing). — You take me
quite by surprise. Let me see: at
this moment I really don't
ah ! ha ! but I'm uncommonly tickled
by the idea !
Tickler. — Have you ever read La
Fontaine ?
Myself— (gravely and musingly).—
What a question for a dog ! — and such
a little one too ! Well, I have, but
not all he has written.
Tickler.— Nor, sir, have I ; but I
think he somewhere speaks of a man
playing with a cat; and says, "I
wonder whether that cat thinks it is
she who is playing with me, and not
I who am playing with her ? " Now I
think there's a good deal in that, sir.
Myself. — I must own it's rather in-
genious and suggestive ; but what
upon earth can that have to do with
what you were talking about ?
Tickler.— Only suppose, for one mo-
ment, that it is possible we approach
more closely to our human masters
than we've hitherto had credit for
. and that I, for instance,
when under the sofa, or on the otto-
man, or on the hearth-rug, and sup-
posed asleep, have been watching and
listening . . .
Myself. — O, you sweet rogue ! (good-
naturedly).
Tickler. — And forming my own con-
clusions of what was said by yourself
and your many friends and acquaint-
ance.
Myself.— ^m little sly knave!
[Aside. — Humph! is this a case of
metempsychosis ? . . At any rate, if
he's really heard all that's been said
in my house, he's heard some rather
queer things, and plain speaking !]
Tickler. — I see, sir, that you can
hardly keep your eyes open, and I
have only one word more to say —
will you kindly write my Autobio-
graphy, or Memoirs, if I will dic-
tate them ? And if I'm frank, will
you be honest 1
Myself. — Honest ? what d'ye mean,
sir ? It's a rather impertinent ques-
tion. If you'd been a man . . .
Tickler (humbly).— But I'm only a
dog, sir ...
Myself (musing). — What an idea !
" Tickler's Autobiography ! "— " Me-
moirs of Tickler ! "
Madame (putting herhead through
the half-open doorway). — There you
are ! Talking with that dog again 1
Will you be so good as to recollect
that we rise at half-past four to-morrow
morning? and that Tickler's going
too ? for I suppose he is, poor brute.
Myself.— Poor brute ! !— [To myself,
inaudibly to everybody else : — If I be-
come Tickler's amanuensis, Madame,
I'll set down with very particular
and rigorous faithfulness all that he
has to say about somebody, who's
very nearly related to the aforesaid
amanuensis !] — Come along, Tickler !
(We go to our respective beds very
submissively.)
DEPARTURE OF THE DETACHMENT.
Next morning, 5.45 A.M. — The car-
riage— such a carriage — is standing
before the clematis-covered porch
. . . and in go The Three ! As for
Tickler, all his wonted agility and
sprightliness had deserted trim ; he was
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fairly lifted into the vehicle, he passive
the while, a completely subdued and
dejected dog. But just as the carriage
started off, he presented himself at the
open window, without moan, whine, or
bark, but with a look which, as young
lady-writers are so fond of saying,
would have broke a heart of stone !
. . . As, however, I was inside
(for I was not going to desert My
Boys), I cannot speak from a full view
of Tickler's countenance; but this I
know, that during the whole five miles
he never spoke a syllable, though he
had sufficient pluck not to shed a tear
— that I saw, though it is possible that
I was taken up with my sons, whom
I saw off, with every advantage of
wind and tide, and a bright enliven-
ing sun. As the packet quitted the
harbour, I saw them both standing un-
covered, kissing their hands to me ;
though my glistening eye did not see
with perfect distinctness, while my
tongue gently uttered, The God, ivhich
fed me all my life long unto this
day, bless the lads ! *
This was the first time that I had
been to the harbour, or the town, since
quitting the vessel in which we had
come ; and so much was I occupied
with my thoughts, and so little ac-
quainted with the road, that I mistook
the latter, and did not reach home till
nearly ten o'clock, having been walk-
ing for nearly three hours, whereas
one should have sufficed : and when I
did, how different the place seemed,
with our suddenly-reduced numbers 1
" Heigho ! how wretchedly silent
and deserted it is," quoth Madame.
" I wish we had all gone together ! "
The day, however, was exquisitely
beautiful ; we cheered one another
with saying, What a delightful pas-
sage they will have ! And when Mon-
sieur, Madame, et Mademoiselle, met
at dinner, which was very consider-
ably quieter than heretofore, I direct-
ed poor Tickler's water-basin, which
stood rather too conspicuously under
the side -board, to be removed ; and
before we rose from table, with ex-
tremely few words, we drank the
health of the two who had that morn-
ing returned to their respective posts
in the Great World, on which our
own thoughts were getting anxiously
fixed, and to which our steps were to
be also soon directed.
A PARTING WORD OR TWO ON POLITICS.
My last batch of newspapers has
arrived — or if any more should come,
they will be too late for me ; and after
having looked over the chief of them
with interest, and not carelessly, how
one's thoughts are attracted, irresis-
tibly and exclusively, by one vast
topic — The War ! Much dogmatic
nonsense is almost naturally written
and talked about it, both at home and
abroad : confidently ignorant criti-
cism is shot incessantly, like the fool's
bolt : you might imagine great states-
men and strategists to be plentiful as
blackberries, and all engaged vehe-
mently in quill-driving. So marvel-
lously accurate and prescient more-
over are these gentlemen, that you
never hear of any of them having to
acknowledge — or at least acknowledg-
ing, an error. Whatever event turns
up, it disturbs none of their calcula-
tions, and falsifies none of their pre-
dictions— only confirming them ; as
is complacently indicated by the bad
stereotyped phraselogy — u Our read-
ers will do us the justice to remember
that so long ago as" — or " from the
first, we said that — ," and so forth.
Meanwhile the war goes on, grimly tell-
ing its own tremendous tale, in its own
tremendous way — in blood, bereave-
ment, destruction, desolation — as it
were, exposing to the mind's eye huge
bloody foot -prints — and crushing
taxation. It is vitally important for
the great clear-headed English nation
to look with equal coolness and reso-
lution at its present position with re-
ference to the war ; and for this pur-
pose is principally necessary an accu-
rate knowledge of the history of
Europe during the last hundred, or at
least fifty years, and a map of Europe,
to be never from under the eye. One
not thus furnished is a child, whom it
would be childish to listen to, and
whom one has not time to teach ; but
* Gen. xlviii. 15, 16.
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one who is thus furnished, and not
warped by a morbid idiosyncrasy, or
detestably sordid and degrading party
politics, cannot, I should think, fail
to see that prodigious causes are pro-
ducing, and that rapidly, prodigious
effects, such as may well keep the
longest-headed statesmen longest on
the alert.
In undertaking the invasion of the
Crimea, and the siege of Sebastopol,
we did, indeed, " beard the lion in his
den, the Douglas in his hall ; " we
may be said to have taken the bull
by the horns, with all the desperate
chances attendant on such an attempt.
My own belief is, that from the mo-
ment Russia saw England and France
finally committed to that enterprise,
she foresaw her fate in the Crimea.
Thenceforward she fought at a mur-
derous disadvantage — quite contra
spem; the chapter of accidents, on
which she relied, totally failed her as
far as concerned substantial results ;
and unless her statesmen, soldiers,
and sailors, were all smitten with
judicial blindness, they must have
clearly seen that, so far, already the
game was up, and the only object
was to die hard. The resolve of the
Western Powers was mome.ntous — in-
expressibly so ; and those who have
been able to look on with tolerable
calmness, up to the present point,
have lived in a continuous spasm of
anxiety, which has by no means yet
subsided. There have been, and
there continue, contingencies of the
most serious nature, to which no one
thinks it necessary or politic speci-
fically to advert. It were folly to
speak confidently ; but as far as I, for
one, can see, after every consider-
ation which, as an independent man,
I have been able to give the subject,
I think an impartial posterity will ap-
prove of what we are doing, and con-
demn Russia as guilty of flagrant
wickedness. It will, perhaps, suffice
for them to couple Sir Hamilton Sey-
mour's marvellous disclosures with
the marvellous state of things which
we found in Sebastopol.
The internal condition of Russia
must, at this moment, be appalling,
in spite of all attempts of her rulers
to put a good face on matters, and
which may be imagined as flinging a
pall over a man in convulsions. It
is the Spartan boy, with the unseen
wolf devouring his vitals. Her ef-
forts, however apparently gigantic, are
in truth but the spasms of weakness.
Unless something totally unlocked
for should occur, she must by-and-by
give way, bursting, though it may be,
with abortive fury, mortification, and
despair. Yet the humiliation and
discomfiture of Russia are matters
for serious consideration to European
statesmen, especially those of Eng-
land, on whom it is specially incum-
bent to temper resolution with moder-
ation. But the cry "hold! enough!"
must first come, or rather be forced,
from Russia, by her mighty antago-
nists, and so far her fate is in her
own hands. She must really be de-
prived of the power of again, for her
own selfish objects of aggrandisement,
convulsing Europe to its centre, and
perilling civilisation. It is utterly
intolerable. And she must pay the
expense of giving her the desperate
knouting, which she has provoked in
the ordinary rule of the law, victor
victori in expensis condemnandus. God
grant that she may soon be brought
to her senses ; but till she be, we
must take the advice of the veteran
statesman, Lord Lyndhurst — " PER-
SEVERE !" Woe be to those who would
trifle with us at such a crisis, and
cry Peace! peace! where there is no
peace ! Much more could I say ; but
my word or two are already exhaust-
ed ; and even they, before these lines
meet the eyes of your readers, may
possibly have lost any force they at
this moment may possess.
The country appears to be think-
ing soberly of the war, with a due
sense of responsibility, but without
having abated one jot or tittle of its
determination, which is honestly to
fight out the battle on behalf of jus-
tice and freedom. " Thrice is he
armed, who hath his quarrel just." It
behoves us to be prepared for immense
results; therefore let England never
quit her watch-tower of observation ;
let her ever sleep in her armour !
In the mean time I would conclude
these observations with a few mo-
mentous words spoken at Glasgow by
Prince Lucien Buonaparte, when at-
tending the recent meeting of the
British Association : words which
must give the utmost satisfaction to
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the best men of all classes in France
and England, and on which it is to
be devoutly hoped Providence will
set the seal of truth : —
" We have arrived at a time when
the alliance between the French and
[Nov.
English has come to a point at which
the interests of humanity will make
it last for ever. The British soldier
can never cross swords with the
French soldier, after having fought
together at Sevastopol."
THE DAY BEFORE GOING OFF
Was spent by the commander-in-chief
in holding himself sternly in readiness
to discharge a painful duty, viz., pay
all such bills as should be duly laid be-
fore him, after examination, and adjust-
ment to the English measure of pecuni-
ary liability. Little unthought-of claims
started pleasantly up in every direction,
but we were obliged to grin and bear
it, since we could not deny that upon
the whole they were just ! Then came
from the courteous man of busi-
ness through whom we had taken the
chateau and grounds, to spend two or
three hours with my servant, in the
exciting amusement of going over the
Inventory ; and the result of a search
made with excruciating but perfectly
fair exactness on behalf of the pro-
prietaire, to the everlasting credit of
the whole expedition, proved to be
breakage during the six weeks to the
tune of seven shillings and sixpence
only : of which, prohpudor! five shil-
lings was due to an unlucky mischance
of my own ! You may depend upon
it that I kept studiously out of the
way of packing up, but first issued a
stringent Order of the Day against
any infraction of the Revenue Laws
of England. This, however, was not
sufficient to prevent every soul of us —
including myself! — taking home at
least one bottle of eau - de - cologne ;
and I also heard some mysterious
hints about its being always allow-
able to take home one bottle of cognac
— such as could not be got for love or
money in England ! forsooth ! — pro-
vided you had drawn the cork, and
perhaps withdrawn a teaspoonful of
the inestimable spirit ! We sat down
to dinner at six o'clock ; and our
table rather vividly reminded me of
the condition to which the eloquently-
sorrowful cow had reduced herself,
when she addressed me. 'Twas plea-
sant to receive a letter, that evening,
from those who had gone before us,
announcing the safe arrival of all
three (but Tickler in very depressed
spirits), after a delightful passage;
though as to this latter item of intelli-
gence, it made me listen with some
disquietude to the rapidly rising wind.
It might, however, abate by the morn-
ing : but would the sea be settled
down ? There was the rub !
We had a week before ordered our
carriage to be at the door by 5.30 A.M.,
without fail ; and, to prevent all reason-
able chance of mistake, a highly influ-
ential personage at , with whom
we had become acquainted, good-na-
turedly called at the voiturier^s that
evening, to give the strictest injunc-
tions as to punctuality. We were
awoke about 2.30 A.M. by a perfect
hurricane, the uproar of which, and
the apprehensions which might be
caused by it in those who were to
accompany me, kept me — in fact all
of us — awake till 4.15, when we rose
and dressed ; partaking of break-
fast at 5 A.M. precisely, by bright
candle - and - fire light. All was
charmingly snug and comfortable
within, sure enough ; — but how the
wind raged outside ! I offered Ma-
dame to postpone our departure, if she
pleased, till the fourth day afterwards,
no other packet sailing till then ; but
we had already surrendered the key of
the chateau, — the fair proprietrix her-
self was immediately to succeed us ;
it would be highly inconvenient and
expensive to secure other quarters
during the interval ; we might alarm
and disappoint those in England, whom
we had no opportunity of apprising
of our non-arrival. No ! go we would
— " e'en let the storm on." But 5.30
arrived — and no carriage ; 5.45, ditto !
6 A.M., ditto ! ! and no other carriage
of any description was to be obtained,
at anyplace nearer than itself, for
love or money, simply because there
was none ! This dire quandary put
the storm clean out of our heads.
What upon earth could have become of
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our Jehu? 1>ice before, we had
employed, and paid him liberally !
We were all in real distress at this
serious contre-temps : I — Madame —
Mademoiselle— paced the avenue in
momentarily increasing anxiety and
impatience, knowing that the packet
sailed at 7 A.M. to a moment, — and
that we were five miles off ! In my
distress 1 walked on the road for a
full mile, every now and then stopping
to listen for the sound of wheels — but
in vain. It was now a quarter past
six o'clock, and I gave the matter up
in calm despair, and returned home-
ward miserably, earnestly striving to
abate one's excited vexation. We
were evidently u in for it, "for three days
longer, which would have seriously
dislocated my London arrangements;
— and the town of , where we must
have spent the interval, we all disliked.
Once more, however, I turned — paus-
ed— fancied I heard sounds approach-
ing, and in a moment or two a pair of
horses came galloping round a turn
of the road — they, and the lumbering
vehicle they dragged were ours.
What do you think was the reason of
all this? The fellow phlegmatically
told me that he had overslept himself!
— without breathing a syllable of con-
cern, or apology ! I now feared it was
too late ; but suffice it to say, that in
ten minutes' time we were on our
way to , at top speed : I, watch
in hand almost every two minutes.
Twice the rotten harness broke! How
I pitied the poor horses ! But there
was no help for it ; and at length we
dashed up to the pier side, a very
few minutes before the packet sailed',
our reeking horses an object of com-
miseration to ourselves, and all others
who saw them. Now, was not this a
severe little trial of temper ?
THE PASSAGE HOME.
'Twas not the packet by which we
had come, but the mail, and a very
fine vessel she was, and needed to be,
as I thought, the instant that we had
cleared the harbour and began the
game of pitch-and-toss in prodigious
earnest. All my companions, in their
respective quarters below, were quick-
ly hors de combat; but I, who am not
liable to sea-sickness, remained on
deck the whole passage, protecting
myself as well as I could with a huge
rug against the sea which perpetu-
ally broke over us. It was truly
magnificent, and there is little exag-
geration in saying that it u ran moun-
tains high." Now we were engulfed
in a valley, then quivering on the
summits of two mountains, which,
suddenly melting away, plunged us
again into a gulf. Once or twice,
snugly esconced in the seat along the
side of the cabin, I involuntarily
started at the immediate proximity of
two prodigious water-mountains ap-
parently about to overwhelm us. You
shall not, however, have a laugh at a
landsman, and I have done ; but the
sailors said that it was "far away the
dirtiest passage they had made that
year." This state of things lasted
Done at London,
far on in October 1855.
VOL. LXXVIII.— NO. CCCCLXXXI.
till 7.30 P.M., when we got into com-
paratively smooth water, and by eight,
accompanied by a heavy shower of
rain, we reached the harbour. The
"searching" was got over promptly
and satisfactorily ; a special train was
in readiness for us, and at 9 P.M. we
started for Babylon, — Babylon the
Great ! which we, having slept all
the way (unconscious that our train
had got slightly off the rail !) —
reached shortly after twelve o'clock.
How it may be with others I know
not, but I never re-enter London,
after any considerable absence, but
with a certain gravity amounting to de-
pression. Awe overshadows one
But I have now got quite to the end
of my tether. We found all ready for
us on our arrival, a main feature of
that all being an unexceptionable
little supper. Tickler was asleep in
his old quarters up-stairs when we
arrived ; but he was soon roused, and
when he saw us, and felt sure that
he was not dreaming, he became a
little Ecstasy.
So no more, at present, from,
Your
OLD CONTRIBUTOR.
586
Modern Light Literature — Travellers' Tales.
[Nov.
MODERN LIGHT LITERATURE— TRAVELLERS' TALES.
IT is now a very long time indeed
since the world discovered and con-
cluded upon the value of travel as an
agent in education. The necessity
was insignificant, perhaps, and un-
thought of, before the fated days of
Babel, or in the temporary bewilder-
ment that followed that first grand
era of history ; but who can doubt
that the felicity of acquiring strange
tongues, and the unquestioned supe-
riority of the man who knows two
languages, must immediately have
commended themselves to that undy-
ing human vanity, older than Babel,
which had no small share in the first
dispersion of the race ? We can in-
demnify ourselves for the superior in-
formation of the philosopher, the stu-
dent, or the man of science — we can
conclude metaphysics useless, and
learning unproductive and impractical
— and it is not difficult to appropriate
and take possession of the results of
science, with little acknowledgment
of the investigators of the same ; but
the traveller's advantage over us is
tangible, and not to be disputed.
What we have only heard of, he has
seen ; and before his eye and recol-
lection, in distinct and palpable re-
ality, are scenes and places which float
before our imagination vaguely, in un-
certain ideal proportions, not to be
relied upon. Yes ; such grand mate-
rialisms as rivers and mountains, con-
tinents and oceans, triumph mightily
over us and our imagination ; and
the humblest peasant who has eyes,
and uses them, is a greater authority
than the profoundest philosopher
who only knows what such things
ought to be, without having looked
upon them what they are. You
may be a great geographer, able
to settle a disputed boundary, and
famous enough to arbitrate upon a
debatable land ; but the ship-boy, on
the high and giddy mast, who has
seen that country gleam out of the
horizon as his first long voyage ended,
and know its bays and headlands, not
by specks upon a map, but by tem-
pests and terrors, and unhoped-for
deliverances, has taken such a hold
and grip of the unknown territory as
science can never give; and his de-
scription gleams with superior truth
and reality even to you. " Travel-
lers' tales," though they have had
their share of popular reproach, and
acquired a proverbial relationship
to fables and leasing- making, have,
notwithstanding, a more unfailing
hold upon the popular regard than
any other class of narratives ; and
the simpler the audience, the more
profound is the attraction. The
wandering minstrel or troubadour —
the pilgrim, half saint, half vagrant,
41 with his cockle hat and staff, and his
sandal shoon " — was scarcely a more
interesting visitor to the picturesque
chimney-corner of Gothic times, than
is the old soldier or man-o'-war's-
man in these days of cheap literature
and universal information ; and whe-
ther it be Mr Albert Smith or Mr
Gordon Gumming — the Cockney tour-
ist or the savage huntsman — few of
us. are wise enough or dull enough to
refuse a warmer glow of interest, and
a more exciting thrill of sympathy,
to the tale of the real traveller than to
any narrative less distinct and personal.
The most popular show of the day is
" Mont Blanc," though the ascent of
it, even without the guidance of Mr
Albert Smith, becomes quite a com-
mon achievement among our travel-
ling young gentlemen ; and, in re-
ality, we all of us acknowledge, by
natural instinct, this absolute force
of the actual and positive ; and a man
has but to tell us honestly what he
has seen, and observed, and encoun-
tered, to secure our instant attention
and involuntary respectfulness. Even
our own journeys, though the chances
are that they do not afford us, being
comfort -loving Britishers, much in-
disposed to part with our habitual
comforts and solaces, any extreme
amount of pleasure at the time, turn
out very agreeable points of recollec-
tion by-and-by, when the bad dinners
and the frouzy chambers, the violent
paroxysm of that storm on the
Channel, and the slower misery of
that nightmare diligence, are softened
into the haze of distance, and we
• have the luxury, at our leisure, of
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enacting a private Desdemona, and
loving ourselves the better for " the
dangers we have known."
There are two or three periods of
the world's history which are distinctly
ages of travel, splendid in the experi-
ences and discoveries of great adven-
turers. Thetimeof Columbus! howpic-
turesque and various are the scenes —
ho w noble and individual the characters
which this name presents to us! Per-
haps— it is possible — the national cha-
racter was as little elevated then as
now, could we behold it with the same
familiar eye. Perhaps the Cid him-
self loved garlic and onions, and was
not over-particular about the com-
plexion of his linen ; but we cannot
speak contemptuously of the magnifi-
cent Spaniard of the elder ages, grand,
sombre, and lofty as tradition and
poetry have painted him, nor ever
lose the charm of that wonderful out-
burst of enterprise, adventure, and
conquest which revealed to the old
universe in its unknown waters another
world. Columbus himself, the hero of
all, across whose imagination ambi-
tious visions of unpossessed countries
and mines of gold and diamonds might
indeed loom faintly as his own great
continent loomed through the haze of
those troublous seas, but to whose
surpassing soul this consciousness of
something vast and noble to be found
was the real inspiration, must ever
remain one of the greatest figures in
the shifting panorama of history — at
once a seaman and a paladin, the
most pursuivant of great dreamers, a
good sailor, and a true knight. The
cumbrous antique ship upon those un-
discovered waters — the turbulent crew,
mutinous, selfish, undevoted — the
tedium of those long strange bright
days with nothing but the wide glis-
tening sea and the unbroken curve of
the horizon line, to dismay the dull
hearts which had no prescience of
what awaited them — and in the midst
of all, the one steadfast single man
looking out for his grand object, un-
supported, unsolaced, undismayed.
What a noble picture it is ! not of
genius dominant and worshipped, or
of a natural ruler of his fellows, lead-
ing them where he would, at the co-
ercion of his own superior will. Co-
lumbus, hero as he was, was no king.
In this rude company on shipboard,
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the leader is no coercive potentate, —
you can fancy him the most humble
of all, acknowledging the justice of
their complaints against him, arguing
their very cause to himself. How
hard it is for them to consent that
their lives and fortunes should be put
upon the hazard for nothing better
than this faith that is in him. And
so he stands apart upon his narrow
deck, through those last days of hope.
If they compel him back, his foot will
scarce have touched the shore ere he
is busy with plans to set out again;
and all this time his eager eye strains
out upon these wide, wide shining
hopeless lines of light, nothing but
sky and sea, to answer that faith and
prayer, and passionate craving in his
heart. Yes, it is something against
our modern theories of the highest
human excellence, but this wonderful
pioneer of all subsequent researches
— this first Christian knight-errant in-
to an undiscovered universe — does not
seem to have possessed the kingly
gift of government : his sailors had no
natural instinct of dependence and
subordination so far as he was con-
cerned ; and while they are busy with
their talk and their plottings, lying in
the sun, warming their discontent
into rebellion, pulling at sail and rope
with no heart in. the hopeless work,
jeering at his abstracted eye as he
gazes afar into the vacant heavens,
there is nothing for this man to do
but to watch — to stand upon his post
night and day, and wait for what God
will show him. And it is not to those
sullen shipmates — dull souls — that
God does show the varying colour of
the great sea-margin, the broken
boughs afloat upon the wave, the
glimmering twilight shadow between
the sun and sky. But which heart
among us has not leaped, one time or
other, in sympathy with that great
pang of joy which forestalled the
wondering shout of u Land ! " to Chris-
topher Columbus, when at last his
guide and leader slowly revealed to
him out of the heavens the grand new
hemisphere found — discovered — won
for God and for Spain V
And though he broke his great heart
upon it after all, and lived to see its
pristine freshness faded, and pillage,
and outrage, and broken faith bring-
ing down his own grand Christian
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intent to the vulgar conquest of a
freebooter, it is well for us who come
after to have such a type of the origi-
nal investigator — the first great hero
of travel in our modern and Christian
world. Our own salt-water heroes of
the Elizabethan times are all of the
lower and vulgarer type — all Pizarros,
if MrKingsleyis to be depended upon;
but this patient noble leader of this
host has younger children in such
names as Franklin and Bellot, and
many an unknown martyr worthy of
his fame.
And perhaps the gold and the ter-
ritory, the barbarity and the avarice,
frightful accessories as these last are,
had their share in the splendour of
that age which produced and neglected
Columbus, and after him gave birth
to the secondary class of wild and
daring adventurers who confirmed and
extended his discoveries. There is a
great intoxication in the mere fact of
finding, if it be but a purse or a jewel ;
and the poor man who finds the brooch
of gold is not to be blamed if he is a
little thrown off his natural balance by
such an extraordinary fortune. Find-
ing a world was something wilder,
grander, more overpowering than we
can well realise in our days ; and the
poor Spanish gallant, in imagination
at least, wanted little more than a
stout heart, a little patience, and a
clumsy caravel, to find himself sud-
denly lord and potentate of some
sweetest isle or richest mainland,
where the very veins of the earth
were silver and gold, and where the
ancient miser, mother of all things, hid
her jewels in her brown bosom, not so
closely but that a cunning eye and a
bold hand might tear them thence.
Rude pomp and magnificence, barbaric
pearl and gold, picturesque pageants
and progresses, were as necessary fea-
tures of this singular time, as was the
wild universal passion of travel which
possessed it, an enthusiasm in some, a
positive act of worship and devotion
in others, although perhaps in the
great mass merely the eager instinct
of acquisition, joined to that daring
and adventurous spirit which thegrand
event of the period was so much cal-
culated to call forth. There is a flush
and fulness about the story of this
age, a rapid universal impulse of mo-
tion and progression, which is strangely
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fascinating ; and even we ourselves*
who have known all about it in these
days — we to whom the ocean is no
longer a great wistful highway, lead-
ing into the infinite and unknown,
but a familiar common, tracked all
over with lines of smoke and traffic —
even we can sympathise with that
wonderful thrill of awe, and faith, and
solemn expectation with which the
great Spaniard sailed into the blank
of waters to find his new world.
But we are grieved to confess that
Mr Kingsley will not permit us to
make much romance out of Eliza-
beth's sailors, or the researches of
their time. Hunting Spaniards and
taking convoys of gold were doubt-
less very exciting pastimes, but they
appeal to quite a different class of
sympathies from those which follow
the track of Columbus, though here
again are the same characteristics —
the same fulness and exuberance in
the age of travel — the same magnifi-
cent sweep of progression and general
splendour of aspect. After all, per-
haps, the common mind is more en-
tirely stirred by that species of adven-
ture which combines with conquest
and acquisition, and adds at once to
the nation and the individual a more
tangible treasure - trove than mere
knowledge, or research, or experience.
It is not enough to widen the mere
visible horizon, and put a name upon
a map where no name was wont to
be. The real bit of territory taken
possession of, and fairly seized, justly
or unjustly, by the strong hand, out
of the unknown, is something of much
more distinct and positive interest
than a series of savage capes and
headlands complimented with names
as foreign to them as their baptism is
profitless to the unconscious godfathers
at home ; and the peaceful pilgrim,
who risks his life to classify rhodo-
dendrons upon the Himalayan range,
has no such magical influence over us,
carnal and worldly-minded as we are,
as the much less disinterested and
commendable adventurer who has the
luck to light upon a nest of jewels,
and comes home glittering in his
wealthy spoil. Ours, too, is an age
of travel ; and the restless feet of this
wayfaring generation have penetrated
into solitudes which Columbus never
dreamt of, and where Drake had no
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vocation to explore ; but so far being
peaceable, mercantile, and scientific,
with no evil designs upon anybody's
country or anybody's treasures, "pay-
ing our way" after our own base
mechanical fashion, and feeling it as
incumbent upon us to be respectable
in the wilds of Africa as in Oxford
Street, we have not hitherto, even in
the abundance of our journeyings and
our investigations, been able to add to
our everyday existence the splendour
and plenitude of the days of Elizabeth,
or the romantic magnificence of those
of Isabella of Spain.
No ; there are no more sunny con-
tinents— no more islands of the blest
— hidden under the far horizon,
tempting the dreamer over the un-
discovered sea ; nothing but those
weird and tragic shores, those cliffs of
everlasting ice and mainlands of
frozen snow, which have never pro-
duced anything to us but a late and
sad discovery of depths of human
heroism, patience, and bravery, such
as imagination could scarcely dream
of. It would be vain to say that
neither the age of Elizabeth nor of
Columbus — being times of dauntless
enterprise and glorious success above
all others — could have produced, as
ours has done, examples like these of
constancy and courage, alike un-
paralleled and unrewardable ; but
we, at least, have the distinction of
belonging to a country which, with
no glittering prize of either fame or
conquest or personal aggrandisement
to hold out to them, has become more
content to undertake the most despe-
rate hazards and risk the uttermost
peril in the cause of science, and which
did not hesitate to seek, at a cost
more frightful than older heroes have
purchased empire by, the scanty
harvest of undiscovered truths and
knowledge which might be gained on
these inhospitable shores. Alas
for those whose hardly-gained ex-
perience has died with them, and
who have not even been permitted
the satisfaction of telling what they
learned at the cost of their lives !
We confess we have not heart
enough, in the grand enterprise of
knowledge, to view such a sacrifice
as that of Franklin and his crew
without a chill of horror : there is
something frightful, inexorable, in-
human, in prosecuting researches,
which are mere researches, after
such a costly fashion. When a
brave man dies for the benefit of his
fellows, or in the direct service of his
Maker, we do not grudge his blood,
but we demand a sufficient reason
for its expenditure; and when we
hear of the martyrs of science,
whether they perish among the
arctic snow or on the sands of the
desert, we begin to think of science
herself as of a placid Juggernaut, a
Moloch with benevolent pretensions,
winning, by some weird magic, and
throwing away with all the calmness
of an abstract and impersonal prin-
ciple, those generous lives, born to
disregard their own interest and
comfort, which might have saved a
kingdom or helped a world.
We have strayed a world apart
from light literature and all the jour-
neyings of its professors — and we
flatter ourselves that it would be
scarcely possible to take that famous
step, from the sublime to the ridicu-
lous, more expeditiously than by lift-
ing the nearest volume upon our
table, and smiting our reader, who
perchance was disposed for the
moment to be in earnest and sympa-
thetic, knocking him down headlong,
without remorse or compunction, into
the abyss of bathos, nonsense, and
pure maundering, on the very brink
of which, if he will believe us, his un-
wary steps have been arrested all this
time. Yes, it is all very well to talk
of Columbus, of Franklin, even of
the Pizarros and Drakes and Amyas
Leighs ; but these are all dead lions,
and there is no roar as of a monarch
of the forest among the sweet voices
of those alliterative tourists who
travel from Piccadilly to Peru, and
from May fair to Marathon. But
fear not, gentle reader ; we will not
hazard your displeasure, nor risk a fit
of dizziness, by such a headlong leap
all at once ; let us come down gently :
ours, too, is an age of travel ; but
our misfortune is, that not the born
travellers specially marked for the
office, but everybody, wise and fool-
ish, runs to and fro, and that we are
fairly wearied out with constant ad-
ditions to our information, and can
sigh more sadly than even Solomon,
that there is nothing new under the
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sun. There can be few more convinc-
ing evidences of our national pro-
sperity than the fact, that almost
every one of us has some legitimate
period of leisure in the hard-working
year — and that, if we except the
poorest labouring -classes, and here
and there a toil-worn professional
man, it has become a matter of con-
firmed habit with the great mass of
the population of these islands, from
the well-paid working-man up to the
loftiest noble, to " go somewhere" for
an acknowledged and legitimate holi-
day once in the twelvemonth. Would
that this were all ! But the attendant
drawback upon all this wholesome
and refreshing pleasure is, that
almost every tenth person in this
erovul of tourists, actuated by the
most laudable of motives — perhaps
to pay the expenses of the journey —
perhaps to celebrate its delights —
perhaps, in the exercise of a wider
philanthropy, from a pure enthusiasm
for the benefit of the world — finds it
necessary to write a book. Now,
whatever Mr Thackeray may be dis-
posed to say upon the subject, every
tenth person is not gifted by nature
with the faculty of book-writing ;
and so it comes about, that we are
hunted out of all the more accessible
regions of the sublime and beautiful
by just such a gabble of admiration,
such a boast of sentiment, and of
the want of sentiment, such a flut-
ter of drawing-room enthusiasm or
affected indifference, as we had flown
thither to avoid. And the flood
spreads wider every year : not only
the Rhine and the Danube, but the
Nile and the Bosphorus, are lost for
all reasonable uses in an overflow of
books ; and when we seek novelty,
u change," something new, we have
no chance between the Thames or the
Forth and the Amazon ; no interme-
diate ground for one foot to rest upon,
where freshness and interest have still
been permitted to remain, between
the savage distance of tropical forests
and the nooks of pleasant country
within an hour's journey, which are
near enough, and accessible enough,
to be comfortably despised.
All modern travellers, however, are
not mere tourists, and we may classify
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the species, like the arguments of a
sermon, under " three heads:" first,
the bond fide travellers — men whom
the real impulse of adventure, or the
additional momentum of some worthy
pursuit, send forth upon serious jour-
neys to the ends of the earth ; second,
a limited number of sensible people,
who, without much vocation either
for travel or book-making, have been
led by business or pleasure into some
comparatively unexplored region,
which causes independent of its own
attractions have since rendered im-
portant and interesting, such as the
Crimea; and, thirdly, the holiday
people, the pleasure - seekers, who
rush forth upon the Continent, or
upon the "Morning land," or any
whither, and rush remorselessly into
print on their return. The first class
is too important in literature — though
it by no means follows that the most
genuine and thorough of travellers
should be master of that captious little
instrument the pen — for our present
handling ; yet we are seduced into
dealings with one member of the
class by the lively and agreeable
story of Lieutenant Burton,* who,
though he does a great deal of u in-
struction" by the way, carries on his
interesting monologue so pleasantly,
and with so much vivacity and anima-
tion, that we are very grateful for the
opportunity he gives us of ballasting
our "trifles light as air"— our long
array of handsome volumes, which a
single breath would puff away — with
one valuable and curious work, which
is, notwithstanding its importance,
about the most amusing of the whole.
The productions of our second class of
travellers have crowded upon us in
later days, under the form of books
upon Russia, Turkey, and the Crimea,
and all those adjacent countries, only
half known, and wholly uncared for,
a few years ago, which recent events
have made important and of the
deepest interest to-day. That man
must indeed be a stoic, and great in
virtue, unknown to this generation,
who, once having acquaintance with
that wonderful morsel of territory
around which all the nations of the
earth are thronging, breathless spec-
tators of the desperate, splendid, and
A Pilgrimage to El Medinah. By RICHARD F. BURTON.
1855.]
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frightful game, on whose issues the
fortune of the civilised world depends,
has fortitude enough to restrain him-
self from telling what he knows about
it, because he does not happen to have
those " strange powers of speech" on
which the success of the mere story-
teller depends. This present race is
not burdened by such an amount of
self-denial; and accordingly everybody
who had the slightest pretext to build
it upon, has written a book on the
Crimea. So far it is well enough ;
but here again comes in our third
class, people who have no pretext
but their own brief holiday experi-
ences, glimpses of the road to the
war, a day's sail up the sunny waters
of the Bosphorus, or the more serious
reality of a gale on the Black Sea,
to qualify them for our instruction.
These, however, have only a factitious
claim to rank even among the lightest
of the light literature of travel, for such
interest as they possess is entirely de-
pendent upon secondary causes, and has
only the smallest possible connection
either with the travelleror the journey.
Lieutenant Burton, an Indian
officer, known to fame under these
Prankish titles, but known to El
Islam under the more imposing appel-
lation of Abdullah, the son of Zunef,
a learned hakim, dervish, and haji,
is a traveller born. Were he our
brother, we could adventure him
cheerfully on the remotest researches
— anywhere but into the arctic regions
— without the slightest dread of his
achieving the melancholy distinction
of a martyr to Science. He is not
born to be beaten, this stout-hearted
and jolly pilgrim, and he sets about
his preparations with such a thorough
hearty determination to succeed in
them, and is so entirely fearless on
his own account, that we are never
troubled with apprehensions for his
safety, nor feel at all called upon to
take care of him, or to deprecate his
enterprise at any period of it. So
completely does he enter into his
assumed character, that even we
who are behind the scenes feel
no surprise that his Moslem com-
panions and entertainers do not find
him out, and fully believe in the
boy Mohammed as a very acute
rascal indeed for his suspicions of his
master. Perhaps there never has
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been a story of permanent disguise
so complete and successful ; and our
hero is so entirely destitute of any
feeling, and divests himself of his
English fastidiousness with such
honest simplicity, without an effort
at self-pity, or any claim upon our
sympathy, that we enjoy his journey
as much as he himself seems to have
done, and are as greatly interested in
his picturesque fellow-travellers as
story-teller could desire. For Lieu-
tenant Burton has an eye for charac-
ter as well as for scenery, and his
companions are grouped with drama-
tic effect, and contrast with each other
admirably. There is Omar Effendi,
the studious, pious, somewhat effemi-
nate Moslem, pale of face and slight
of frame, who is, however, firmest of
all when the business in hand is a
fight with the Maghrabi in that " pil-
grim ship" on the Red Sea, whose
riotous voyage makes a very ludicrous
comparison with its devotional object ;
and there is " Saad the Devil," a
ferocious negro, big and bold and
audacious, who might have figured
in the Arabian Nights. Then comes
Shakyh Hamid, afterwards the pious
tutor and cicerone of our devout Ab-
dullah, when the end of the pilgrimage
is reached ; and the clever, elfish,
naughty little rogue Mohammed, a
Callum Beg in Turkish finery, the
handiest and most amusing of rascals,
who has a conscientious objection to
permit his master to be cheated by
any one but himself. With several
other less prominent comrades, of all
possible shades of complexion, with
an accompaniment of gaunt camels,
laden asses, attendant Bedouins, and
a band of tattered and starving Magh-
rabi menacing in the distance, our
learned pilgrim pursues his way to El
Medinah. If the disguised Englishman
had any tremors as he approached the
holy and dangerous city, we see no
trace of them ; and the cool and
leisurely way in which he proceeds
upon his visitation — even, with mar-
vellous audacity, performing certain
" complimentary" prayers for a Mos-
lem friend in Cairo at the innermost
shrine of the Faith, the very tomb
of the Prophet— says much for this
stout-hearted haji's entire emancipa-
tion from any such servile sentiment
as personal fear.
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How Lieutenant Burton manages
matters with his conscience is entirely
a different matter, and over which he
gives us no right to enter upon. He,
at least, has no qualms upon the sub-
ject ; and whether he considers his
prayers to Allah and the Prophet in
the light of a good joke, or a mere
matter of form, meaning nothing, he
leaves us no room to inquire. We
may approve or disapprove at our
pleasure, but our traveller takes no
pains to come at our opinion, and,
with wise courage, takes his own
responsibility upon himself, and offers
no confidential deprecation or self-
excusings to his audience. We shrug
onr shoulders — we shake our head —
we find ourselves very doubtful on
the subject — but at last, being quite
put out of court, and having no stand-
ing-ground in the matter, we are fain
to conclude that our pilgrim — whether
as Lieutenant Burton, a sahib and
soldier, or Abdullah, a hakim and
haji— shows an entire ability to take
care of himself, and wants none of our
interference ; with which conclusion
we leave the religious aspect of his
journey, trusting that our agreeable
companion is more assured of his own
motives than we are— is better quali-
fied to proportion the means to the
end — and will be able to manage this
more serious business as well and
satisfactorily as he has managed all
the rest.
Perhaps the most novel and curious
portion of this extraordinary journey
is the systematic course of preparation
for it to which the traveller subjected
himself. As a Moslem our hero left
England, arrived and lived in Egypt,
and, with singular self- denial, re-
frained at once from the society of his
countrymen and the advantages of a
British subject. A more remarkable
position can scarcely be conceived ;
and perhaps nobody but an English-
man, a member of the most dominant
race in existence, could have volun-
tarily consented to put away from him
all the helps and benefits of civilisa-
tion, as well as its superior prestige
and importance, in pursuance of such
an object as this pilgrimage. Few
travellers are willing to part with the
supreme delight of known and ac-
knowledged superiority to their wild
companions ; but Lieutenant Burton's
powers were equal to this grand re-
nunciation, and in proportion to his
thorough and honest execution of it,
has been the complete success of his
enterprise.
We have neither space nor power
to enter upon a consideration of the
real value of this undertaking; neither,
we presume, could it be justly esti-
mated until the publication of the
third volume, this Meccan pilgrim-
age, which is not yet given to the
world ; but if we understand our
author rightly, that this is a sort of
experimental journey, to prove him
fully qualified and perfectly to be
trusted on a still greater and more
serious expedition, we would humbly
crave to know when Sir James Weir
Hogg and the East Tndia Company
expect to find a traveller sufficiently
able to take care of himself under all
circumstances, if they are still doubt-
ful of Lieutenant Burton ! No ; hard-
ship and fatigue, and that fiery sun
which he describes so well, might
possibly, one day or other, prove too
many even for our redoubtable haji ;
but we confess, for our own part, we
do not believe in it; and when he has
set out again, will look as cheerfully
for his reappearing, though in the un-
likeliest of shapes, and so transmogri-
fied that the most intimate of friends
or lovers would not know him, as if
the extent of his journey was only the
Rhine and Chamouni, or the still more
panoramic route of the Overland Mail.
We had intended to make various
extracts from Lieutenant Burton's
agreeable story, but seeing we have
no room to do justice either to the
style or subject of his book by speci-
mens, and seeing also, O courteous
reader ! that we have an extreme
disinclination to disfigure our copy of
the same by dog's-ears for your bene-
fit, who certainly have full power, as
you ought to have inclination, to read
it forthwith for yourself, we have
decided to refrain. A traveller so
daring and self-possessed is in no
danger of losing the ear or interest
of his audience, and the literary quali-
ties of the book are of a high order,
and need no critic's patronage.
We have already stated our belief
that, so far as novelty is concerned,
there is no refuge for us, in the litera-
ture of travel, between the extremely
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distant and the very near at hand.
Softly, gentle reader; if }rour eyes are
dazzled by the hot sand of the desert,
you ought to be all the more grateful
for these cool rocks and soft grey
monotones ; and not even the famous
carpet of the Arabian prince could
have transported you more softly and
speedily than the magic car of Maga,
to whom it is possible to pass from
the mosques of El Medinah to the
villages of Cornwall without disturb-
ing a single fold of her matronly dra-
pery, or soiling her velvet slipper with
speck or stain. Yes ; one requires a
moment's pause to reconcile oneself
to the change of scene. This sun is a
mild and modest English sun, which
slants upon the English high-road,
making long lines of light and long
phantoms of attenuated shadow over
the quiet fields and rustic byways ;
and instead of hooded and turbaned
hajis on camels and in litters, with
all the picturesque accessories of
Eastern travel, it is two ordinary
English figures in all the respectabi-
lity of commonplace, with nothing but
a couple of knapsacks and the dust of
a day's pedestrianism to distinguish
them from their fellows, jogging on
peaceably towards their inn and com-
ing rest, who meet our eye as we
begin the pleasant record of this *
brief journey of pleasure, which offers
about the greatest contrast possible in
books to the story of pilgrimage and
adventure which we have just left.
Rambles beyond Railways is the story
of a holiday tour — a few years old
certainly, but one of the best books
of its class which we have ever met
with ; in which we have a very agree-
able sketch of one of the most pic-
turesque and least known of English
counties. The journey, made in the
most primitive and bond fide mode of
travelling — on foot — was one which re-
quired neither preparation nor study
— not so much even as a consulta-
tion with a Bradshaw, for railways
were not in these days in the unex-
plored depths of Cornwall. The tra-
vellers were a professor of literature
and one of landscape, neither of them
troublesomely great; and the issue of
their joint exertions is a very well-
looking and amusing volume, some-
what ambitious in style occasionally
but never heavy; which we doubt not
has inspired many a tired tourist since
the time of its publication, as we con-
fess it inspires ourself at this present
moment in the middle of October
and of a pitiless shower, with a de-
cided inclination to follow the foot-
steps of W. Wilkie Collins over the
moors and among the rocks of the
quaint and unhackneyed Cornish
land. Mr Collins makes no attempt
to arrange his journey formally, or
guide other people in subsequent pere-
grinations; and he does the best thing
he can for us, by simply following his
own pleasure, lingering when he is in-
terested, describing when he admires,
and telling an occasional legend now
and then by the way, as he comes to
the locality of the same. Though
there are few things we fear more
thoroughly than a "series," we should
be glad to see half-a-dozen books as
interesting as this on half-a-dozen
other counties which might be found
to rival Cornwall in piquancy and
picturesqueness ; for we cannot all
travel in Africa or the East : and
when the Rhine becomes a bore, and
even Switzerland savours of vulgar-
ity, where are we to spend our holi-
day? The question is a serious one —
let us not deal with it lightly ; but in
the mean time we recommend to the
consideration of ladies and gentlemen
curious about an entirely " new "
watering-place unknown to Cockney
invaders, Mr Collins' fascinating de-
scriptions of the little " seaport on the
south coast," which he calls Looe.
We will not venture to say what may
be the pronunciation of this very odd
word, but so it is written ; and a
prettier picture in words has seldom
charmed our imagination than Mr
Collins' account of this delightful little
primitive town.
After all, perhaps there are few
counties in our island as character-
istic and peculiar as the shire of
Cornwall, where one could almost
believe in some mighty race of
gnomes, fantastic but not malicious,
whose rude wit has left its marks
over all the face of the country in
those grotesque marvels, such as the
Loggan Stone, which are entirely pe-
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culiar to this quarter. Precipices as
grand and startling, and a coast as
wild, are doubtless to be found else-
where, but the ludicrous element
mingled with them, the Titanic od-
dities and absurd eccentric wonders
which abound here, are not paralleled
in any other single district, so far as
we are aware. Indeed, this country,
undermined and subterraneous in so
many parts, with its rumbles of echo
far below the surface of the earth, and
its mines, where the sturdy Cornish
labourers procure their daily work
and earn their daily bread ever so
many fathoms under the bottom of
the sea, is the very country for super-
stitions, their natural and fit abid-
ing-place. We do not, however, re-
collect any recognised order of spirits
which would quite answer all the re-
quirements of this eccentric county ;
jocular giants, equal to any degree of
" labour in piled stones," strongly
impressed with a sense of the ludi-
crous, and disposed to make a perfect
hurricane of laughter upon the moors
and in the caves at the result of their
own fantastic exertions, yet good-
humoured and kindly withal, and as
much disposed to do a good turn to a
distressed human neighbour as to
emulate each other in these wild feats
of architecture, should be this pristine
and aboriginal Cornish race; and
though Mr Wilkie Collins has mount-
ed to the Devil's Throat, and de-
scended a shaft of the great Botallach
mine, we do not hear that he fell
upon any distinct traces of these
elder inhabitants. Another traveller,
perhaps, will go deeper into the pre-
historic annals of Cornwall, and give
us some more satisfactory information
concerning the authors of the piled
rocks of Tintagel, or who it was who
found so nice a poise for that pebble
which we small mortal people call the
Loggan Stone.
Being by this time as far on our
way to America as a man may walk
— to quote the " Londoner" who
writes another book upon this same
locality — that is to say, being at the
Land's End, we do not see what better
we can do than to prolong our journey
across the Atlantic towards that great
juvenile continent which has begun to
retaliate upon us for our Trollopes
and Marryats, by a shoal of tourists
of its own, who " do " our unfortunate
little island after the most remorseless
fashion, and tell all about our innocent
private tea-drinking and domestic va-
nities. Our travellers of late have been
merciful to America, perhaps because
they had no chance in the interchange
of personal gossip and household dis-
closures, in which species of literature
our Yankee visitors show such re-
markable attainments ; and we are
not particularly called upon to note
the extraordinary productions of these
said visitors — the " memories," whe-
ther " sunny" or cloudy, in which it
has pleased the travelling ladies and
gentlemen of America to immortalise
some scores of British friends. In our
country, at least, public opinion is
very decidedly adverse to this system
of book-making, which may be amus-
ing enough to other people, but is very
poor fun, in most cases, to the victims
of such literary gossipred ; and it is
rather hard upon the respectable mem-
ber of society who happens to have a
regard for the private decorums of
ordinary life, yet whose hard fate it is
to be a literary man by profession,
and for the poor lady who has written
a book, but is innocent of any greater
social transgression, to find them-
selves pinned up, like entomological
specimens, in the glass-cases of the
American Museum — all because they
have been sufficiently unwary to show
a passing courtesy to a stranger.
Writing a book, after all, is neither a
grand offence nor a great virtue;
nay, it is becoming day by day even
a less notable circumstance, and even-
tually, if we progress at our present
rate, will doubtless end in being the
common condition of mankind — which
delightful period, when it arrives, will
doubtless be the climax and conclu-
sion of literary gossip. But in the
mean time the American literature of
travel — though American travellers
are about the most enterprising of our
day, and ought to have a keener eye
than any other for many a marvel
which custom has rendered familiar
to the elder nations — is spoiled in all
its lighter branches by this annoying
propensity ; and there can be no doubt
that we lose the benefit of much clever
observation, and many a shrewd criti-
cism, in pure dislike to the personali-
ties with which they are mixed.
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But while we are pausing to make
our comment upon our visitors from
America, with whom, as it happens,
we have nothing whatever to do at the
present moment, Mr Beste * is making
his way across the Atlantic, " the
father of as beautiful a family" as ever
invaded the New World. It has been
our fortune to meet in recent publica-
tions with few books so amusing as
The Wabash — not that it is very bril-
liant or very witty, or much distin-
guished by points of humour. A cer-
tain quiet sturdy perseveraut dulness,
impassible and matter-of-fact, is an odd
enough recommendation — .the chief
merit of these volumes — but a very
amusing characteristic this is to any
one who will take the trouble to ob-
serve it ; and so thoroughly well-sus-
tained, natural, and unconscious is the
author's self- development that we
have paused once or twice to ask our-
selves whether it was not a clever
hoax, instead of the real and genuine
Mrs Harris, safely rescued at last from
the infidel scepticism of all the Betsey
Prigs, with whom we were forming
acquaintance. Mr Beste takes the ut-
most pains to inform us that The
Wabask is " a narrative of the adven-
tures of a gentleman's family in the
interior of America." Our author is
extremely nervous on the subject of his
gentility. From some mysterious cause
which he perpetually keeps before us,
and promises to explain hereafter, this
gentleman's family travelled in humble
guise, without equipage or attendants,
and indeed were actually suspected to
be an emigrant's family, of no import-
ance at all so far as rank was con-
cerned— people who had merely come
out to the new country in the common
way, " to better themselves," as com-
mon observers supposed. Let not the
reader fall into this grievous error.
Mr Beste can be magnanimous, and
smile at the ignorance of the plebeians
of Terre Haute, so long as you, oh
sympathetic listener! are in his confi-
dence, and show a proper appreciation
of his voluntary humility ; and his
extreme and amiable admiration of his
daughters, in their exertions for the
comfort of the family, is always bright-
ened by a contrast of " what they
have been accustomed to." We can-
not resist giving one example of this
whimsical and persevering vanity. Mr
Beste has just quoted from his daugh-
ter's diary an account of a sadly dis-
turbed night she had, in consequence
of the baby ailment of a little brother
committed to her charge. The young
lady was a most devoted nurse, we
have no doubt; and this is her papa's
comment upon her broken rest : —
" What think you, reader, of a night
so passed in a steamboat on Lake Erie,
by the delicate, slim young girl, whom
you may have known in far other
scenes ? W'hile she was chatting, or
was dancing with you last winter,
amid the gay and the high-born of
those who thronged her mother's draw-
ing-rooms in the handsomest palace
in Rome, I warrant me she often
thought with pleasure of her night on
Lake Erie ; as I trust my wife, and
my other children, often think of the
still harder and more menial offices to
which we shall see them all hereafu r
so lovingly and so gallantly bow them-
selves. Thus do I testify my grati-
tude to them ; hereafter I may tell the
cause of our so * roughing it.'"
So far as we have been able to dis-
cover, however, these mysterious pro-
mises come to no fruition. We never
do learn the mystical cause of Mr
Beste and his family " roughing it ;"
and as we fear to suppose that any-
thing so vulgar as reasons pecuniary
could have influenced such an extra-
ordinary piece of heroism, we are con-
strained to be content with our igno-
rance. Perhaps it was a family pen-
ance, for our author and his descend-
ants are Catholics ; perhaps a family
romance : we are as ignorant, though
perhaps scarcely as curious, as our
traveller could desire us to be.
Circumstances compelled Mr Beste
to set sail for the New World with
only eleven of his children ; and hav-
ing sundry floating intentions of mak-
ing his younger sons settlers and
backwoodsmen, he made no pause in
the greater towns, but pushed on at
once to the interior, travelling, with
scarcely any interval of rest, to Indi-
ana, where he was brought to a forced
halt, on the banks of the Wabash, by
a severe illness. This illness turned
out so severe, that it entirely changed
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the plans of the little (?) party. The
father of the family was on the verge
of death ; one of the younger children
died ; and all of them were more or
less affected : so the family courage
failed, and an immediate retreat was
made. The extreme sojourn of the
household party in America does not
seem to have been above three or four
months ; which time was entirely spent
in travelling towards the little town
of Terre Haute, in Indiana ; in being
ill there, and making notes upon the
American families who had their abode
in the hotel Prairie House ; and in
hastening back to New York again,
to embark for England. The journey
was marked by a great deal of disas-
ter, courage, and family affectionate-
ness ; and the young people were very
tolerable observers sometimes, and
make smart remarks, to the delight
and satisfaction of papa. Such is the
story of The Wabash; and it is not
much of a story ; but to leisurely peo-
ple, with a little patience, there is
amusement to be found in this oddest
of " travellers' tales." Mr Beste's
unconscious portrait of himself is as
real as if Miss Austin had been the
painter ; and the indescribable mixture
of oldwifishness which " the young
father of a family of twelve children "
is very like to fall into, the extraor-
dinary plainness of speech, which, in-
deed, in one or two instances (being
as much out of the category of tVideli-
cacy as of delicacy), is such as only a
privileged person, accustomed to pre-
side over all manner of household
necessities, could permit himself; and
altogether the odd family feeling of
the book, where the author is always
a " representative man," and never
can forget that he is a dozen people,
gives, in spite of dulness, common-
place, and the most perfect want of
originality in observation, a certain
freshness and attraction — such as it
is — to volumes which, we fear, will
not find many readers. Miss Austin
would have made a better thing of
it, no doubt — would have woven in
two or three dainty little love-stories,
and ended by making brides, instead
of nuns, of these good young ladies ;
but Miss Austin herself could not have
improved the family head, though he
is just the subject in which she would
have delighted.
We have said Mr Beste's observa-
tions are not original ; but he is judi-
cious, and does not trouble us with
many of his own. Some little he says
about the price of land and agricul-
ture, of which a man who can say,
with careless magnificence, " at this
very time I kept in hand, and farmed
by my bailiffs, about two thousand
acres of our estates in different coun-
ties in England," ought, of course, to
be " competent to form an opinion ;"
something, too, about Catholic schools
and colleges, which, according to Mr
Beste, do their parts of the education
of the better classes in the United
States, and are universally popular ;
and a very decided something on the
subject of American ladies, of whom
also, doubtless, a man in peaceable
possession of a wife and six daughters
ought to be competent to form an
opinion. The English gentleman is
very severe — not to say ungallant —
towards the unfortunate female popu-
lation of America; they drawl, snuffle,
look sentimental, dress extravagantly,
and do nothing — or, at least, are seen
to do nothing, says this " father of as
beautiful a family." Let Mr Beste
beware ; these fair idlers have steel-
pens if they have no crochet-needles,
and the pinch of retaliation may come
before he is prepared.
The name of this book suggests to
us a word of passing comment upon
one of the most foolish of the " tricks
of the trade." We were inclined, in
our ignorance, to suppose The Wabash
to have a family relationship to the
Fetish, or the Calabash, or some simi-
lar institution ; it might have been an
ancient classic, or a modern slang,
appellative for a journey, for aught
we knew to the contrary ; and when
we find out at length that it means
nothing but the name of a river, and
is not mentioned half-a-dozen times
in the two volumes, we are propor-
tionably aggravated. Here, again,
is another book, Purple Tints of Paris,
which is just as silly a misnomer.
How long do the good people of Great
Marlborough and New Burlington
Streets suppose the public to be blind-
ed by a u taking title?" Alas! the
most romantic name in the world,
even though it stimulate our curiosity,
by having no visible connection what-
soever with the book to which it is
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affixed, will not delude us over half-
a-dozen dull pages ; and it is a sad
circumstance when the advertising
sheet comes to be the liveliest contri-
bution to literature which "our fathers
in the Row " have to offer us. It was
not so even in the days of that exult-
ant schemer who stood godfather to
Rob Roy.
Yes, Purple Tints of Paris is a
great misnomer ; and it is likewise
an unfortunate book. The date from
the title-page is by no means antique ;
but the book is old, old — prema-
turely superannuated, and out of date.
We have entirely forgotten by this
time, whatever Mr Bayle St John
may think upon the subject, that the
superb personage on the other side
of the Channel is anything but a
great monarch ; and we have no
longer any eye for the barricades
of Parisian insurrectionists, and the
grumbles of Parisian bourgeoisie.
Our scorn, our indifference, our con-
descending patronage, are all over; —
we even cease to speak of Louis
Napoleon, and prefer to name this
wonderful man by the name of his
vocation, indifferent to his patro-
nymic. It is a singular fact, but we
believe few people in this country
retain any very marked recollection
of the lineage of the present Emperor
of the French. It is now by no means
uppermost in our minds that he is
the nephew of his uncle — he is him-
self as it happens — and being him-
self, by genius, fate, or Providence, as
we may choose to name it, is, without
question, almost, if not altogether,
at this moment the most potent indi-
vidual influence in the civilised world.
A man like this is the man, above
all others, to keep evil-speakers in
activity. Last year's slanders, which
may answer just as well for your
King of Prussia or your ordinary
country gentleman of to-day, or ten
years hence, as at their first making,
are entirely effete and ridiculous
in the case of such a man as he of
France. The backbiter must march
with his subject, or his shafts are
vain ; and public opinion is already
a long way out of earshot of the
animadversions of Mr Bayle St John.
But this, after all, is scarcely what
we meant to say — which was, that
here are no purple tints — no traces
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of imperial influence — nothing more
than faint guesses of what might be,
and the stale grumblings of yester-
day, and that the book, whatever
it may teach us about Paris, teaches
us nothing in any shape of the new
regime, nor of the influence upon his
capital of Louis Napoleon's rule.
Mr Bayle St John is a member
of a family which professes literature
for its vocation — a very dangerous
craft, for even the art of book-making
does not run in families — and is him-
self author of several works prior
to this one, and evidently considers
himself one of the recognised inter-
preters of the world. His benevo-
lent object in the present volume
is to make us acquainted with Paris —
with life, manners, morals, politics,
and education, in the great heart
of France — to take us there — in
short, to introduce us to the people
and their ways, and make us as
well acquainted with them as he feels
himself to be. Books about Paris
are not in general very edifying
books ; and we have always been
at a loss to discover what good end
our moralising tourists proposed to
themselves by their elaborate hints
or plain revelations of a depravity
which we certainly cannot remedy,
and which we may charitably desire,
having nothing else in our power,
to doubt. But this young gentleman
goes a step farther. What would
we say to a book about England, or
about London — a description of the
life, manners, and morals of this
overgrown town, where we ourselves,
sober everyday people, live and toil,
and have our griefs and our rejoicings,
which should quietly take its stand
with Mr Bob Sawyer and Mr Ben
Allen, and illustrate our existence
by means of their carouses ? Let us
grant that the students and young
men of Paris are more truthful repre-
sentations of the real life about them,
than Mr Bob and Mr Ben are of
Bloomsbury and Belgravia ; but not
even our properest of alumni — not
our most irreproachable of " single
gentlemen," are — begging pardon of
Mr St John — our types of social life.
They are the Bedouins of civilisation ;
they come and go, and no man, save
an angry papa or a broken-hearted
tailor, cares to know the why and the
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wherefore of their migrations. They
" have no stake in the country" —
have " given no hostages to society,"
according to our old-fashioned but
extremely sensible apothegms; and
life and youth are two distinct regions
of experience not to be confounded —
unless, indeed, we understand by
"life" what old Lady Kew might
have understood by it, or what Mr
Pendennis at one time, before he
came to his present responsibilities,
might have represented it to be —
to wit, a certain amount of dissipa-
tion and pleasure, flavoured with
vice, according to the taste of the
recipient — a thing to be experienced
in hells, and race-courses, and Back-
Kitchens— to be abandoned when the
season of respectability arrived — and
to be ruefully repented of when
damaged purses, tempers, and talents
showed it under its true guise — a
thing as different from the life of
nations as it is possible to suppose.
The Parisians are not given to
domesticity, nor are they a virtuous
people ; but they are a people surely
notwithstanding, and have houses,
homes, and definite occupations of
one sort or another ; and we cannot
take the menage of a poor young
student and his unfortunate com-
panion for anything but what it is —
a very truthful episode perhaps in
student life, but no representation
of society — no type of the broader
social existence either in country
or town. A young man tells us, as
is very natural, of the life of his
companions, and their pursuits and
pleasures : that is very well ; and
when the thing has its right name,
we understand " and recognise its
value; but it is a great stretch of
the vanity of youth to call this life.
Young men, as custom and use have
permitted, have leisure and immu-
nities everywhere; and even those
who most condemn and deepest
grieve, find excuses for the " folly "
of their sons ; but young men are
only a class, and by no means the
class which represents most com-
pletely the state of society or the life
of a nation.
This volume, then, which calls
itself Purple Tints of Paris, and pro-
fesses to give us a full account of
Parisian life under the new Empire,
is in fact a careful study of a certain
portion of French youth, migrated
into the capital under pretence of
study, and forming a distinct order
of educated, talented, well-mannered,
but semi- vagabond sojourners in the
gayest metropolis in the world. There
are no lack of tints in this picture ;
and it has tragic scenes in it, though
it most abounds in the situations of
the melodrame ; also, by necessity,
opinions of all kinds abound ; and no
subject is too great or too recondite
for the youthful speculations which
are, at their liveliest, unrestrained by
anything like authority ; — so we do
not doubt that many people have
found amusement in its story, which
may, indeed, be prefaced and con-
cluded by a few superficial observa-
tions upon the general appearance
of things, and certain deeply-learned
comments on the position of women,
and the social vices proper to the
place ; but is in reality a story of the
Aquioles and Alexises, the Fifines
and the Adeles, the debts and the
intrigues of young France. It is not
an encouraging picture ; and we are
somewhat puzzled to understand how
people who write such books as this
are still able to rejoice over the
prospect of our own inoculation with
the prettier customs of French life.
If we are to be persuaded that the
gay Sunday of the student and the
grisette is something much more
pleasant and beneficial than the dull
Sunday of the English churchgoer,
we had better have as few books as
possible in this strain. For ourselves,
we are slow to discover the use of
such revelations: it seems the last
resource of that species of literature,
now happily defunct among us,
which chose to preach morality by
describing evil. We are powerless
to reform, — is it necessary to disgust
us ? And what right have we to
lift up our voice of virtuous condem-
nation against French novels, when
English travellers and observers, with
philosophic and benevolent purposes,
are permitted to tell just such tales
for our instruction as the others
elaborate for our amusement? We
cannot perceive the difference, for
our own part; and we can scarcely
suppose that innocent minds could
find less delicate reading even in the
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tabooed pages of French story-telling
than in the Purple Tints of Mi-
Bay le St John.
We might have chosen a better
specimen of the philosophic and
moralist species of travellers' tales ;
but we cannot linger to touch upon
the sentimental tourist, upon the
mystic or the dilettanti, the inquirer
into the Asian mystery, or the wor-
shipper of ruined shrines and deso-
lated temples. There is no lack of
variety in the catalogue of modern
travel ; from the religious sage and
scientific explorer, down to the
roving Englishman and wandering
Cockney, there are now shades of
difference to meet everybody's liking;
and a publisher's catalogue is quite
a picturesque performance in these
days, full of sudden scenic effects —
of contrasts and combinations as new
and startling as circulating library
could desire — " as good as a play."
"Men run to and fro, and knowledge
is increased," — a better description
could scarcely be given of our fa-
vourite national habit and amuse-
ment ; and from the extremity of
arctic desolation to the wildest
haunt of tropical savagery, it will
soon be hard to find a footbreadth of
virgin soil — impossible to light upon
an Esquimaux hut or an Abyssinian
hamlet where some English traveller
has not made a martyr of himself for
his own amusement, and for the edifi-
cation and delight of the daily lessen-
ing number of his countrymen who
dwell at home.
PARIS AND THE EXHIBITION.
LETTER TO IRENJEUS.
MY DEAR IREN^US, — It requires
no small moral courage for a member
of your late persuasion to show himself
in his distinctive costume in the
French capital at this time. Yet I
saw one of them the other day walk-
ing down the *' Rue de la Paix," with
his flanks guarded on each side by a
lady wearing on her head a kind of
coal-scuttle of whity-brown silk, and
drest himself with the most scrupu-
lous observance of the traditions of
his sect. He had perhaps chosen the
Rue de la Paix as his promenade, in
consequence of its pacific name and
associations; but how changed was
the thing itself. The "Rue de la
Guerre" would now be much more
appropriate. For the houses on each
side flaunted with the banners of the
Allies from one end to the other, and
echoed with the reverberations of
martial music from a band in the
Place Vendome, which was bright
with the glitter of uniforms. Paris,
like the wooden horse which took
Troy, is " teeming with arms," and
ringing with exuberant joy at the
triumphant successes of the Allies.
But it may be easily conceived that
this was not the reason why our staid
compatriot directed his steps thither-
ward. He came, doubtless, like my-
self, to see the Great Exhibition — the
son and heir, or rather, to speak cor-
rectly, the daughter and heiress (for
to all things combining utility with
ornament we ought to assign the
gender feminine), of the World's Fair
in Hyde Park. You wish to know
what I think of it ; and as you seem
to attach a value to my opinion,
which indeed it does not deserve, I
will endeavour to satisfy you. But
you must only expect the judgments
of a dilettante. I know nothing of
the relative merits of hardware or
soft wear. I cannot decide between
the silks of Lyons and the stuffs of
Manchester. As for the machinery,
it dazzled my eyes and puzzled my
brain, and the ideas it produced were
naturally in the highest degree con-
fused. If you wish details, I must
refer you to the admirable account
published in the Times newspaper,
and to the illustrated journals. My
general impression was that, as a
whole, the Paris Exhibition is not
to be compared with that in Hyde
Park, as its want of the same totality
and unity puts it out of the pale of
comparison. But when you come to
look into the details, the things exhi-
bited, or " exposed," as the French
would say, are seen to be more com-
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plete in themselves, generally of a
better kind, and certainly displayed
to greater advantage. Those painful
vacancies and empty spaces which
disfigured the London Exhibition are
not seen at Paris ; for where there is
little to show, the space allowed is in
proportion. I recollect that in Hyde
Park it was playfully observed that a
duel might be fought with Colt's re-
volvers so temptingly displayed at
the entrance of the nave, in the wil-
derness of the United States depart-
ment, with little fear of interruption
from public or police ; and other
countries — for instance Russia, which
is banished from the Paris Exhibi-
tion— had more space allotted to them
than they were able to fill. The dif-
ference in this respect between the
Exhibitions results from their original
plan. The London Exhibition, like
an American city, was mapped out
into streets and squares before it was
filled in with houses or inhabitants ;
the Paris Exhibition has grown up
like a European city — like Paris
itself, as so graphically described in
the Notre Dame of Victor Hugo — by
accumulation of houses and inhabi-
tants. It was found impossible, I
suppose, to collect the whole Exhibi-
tion in one solid stone-building, in-
tended to be permanent ; therefore the
Annexe was built on a mile in length
for the wild and gigantic machinery
to stable in, and the Rotunda was
brought into requisition, and the
Palais des Beaux Arts was added,
like the tower of a Herefordshire
church, belonging to it, yet not attach-
ed to it, and enforcing a second en-
trance-fee ; a reason why the greatest
number of the public are said never to
enter the "Beaux Arts" at all, which
is nevertheless, to my mind, by far the
most attractive part of the Exhibi-
tion. This being the case, I think I
was right in making it the dessert of
the intellectual feast, and seeing it
last. The stranger who approaches
the Exhibition from the garden of
the Tuileries, is disappointed at see-
ing nothing to strike the eye before
him so forcibly as the ever-new scene
he leaves behind him — the sparkling
gardens, the beautiful fountains, the
swarming quays. He passes through
a group of many-tongued and many-
coloured loungers, not the least pic-
turesque part of it being a knot of live
Zouaves, looking much more like Turks
or Arabs than Turks or Arabs them-
selves, and only betraying, as often
happens, imitation by too exact resem-
blance. On his right, moored alongside
the quay of the Seine, is a tolerably
large-sized model of a frigate, on the
mainsail of which is written in large
characters the word "Diners;" while
<k Dejeuners" is flapping on the fore-
sail ; a temptation to sight-seers to take
their meals in an eccentric manner.
If disinclined to walk further, there
is a railroad, on which plies a huge
omnibus drawn by horses, and gene-
rally thickly crowded. It runs the
whole length of the Annexe down to
the " Palais des Beaux Arts," which
lies beyond. But by taking the
avenue of the Champs Elysees, the
main building of the Exhibition is
reached in a short time, the entrance
being through clicking turnstiles,
where the money is paid ; the price
of admission being one franc on five
days of the week, two on the sixth,
and only a few sous on Sundays, on
which day the Exhibition is crowded
with a dense population, chiefly com-
posed of native Parisians and pro-
vincials, with their odd head-dresses,
from the tiara of Normandy to the
square-built coiffure of the Vendee.
u No change is given," is written on a
board, legible to all, in four languages ;
though for what reason Spanish in-
stead of Italian is one of these is
hard to say. Paris, by the way,
seems to have made great acquisitions
in language-learning since the Exhi-
bition opened ; at least if we may
judge from the shop-windows, in one
of which I remarked a long list of
languages spoken within, ending with
the still glorious tongue of modern
Greece.
The first impression on entrance is
one of disappointment. It would,
however, scarcely be so but for the
fact that most of those who see the
present Exhibition have still the first
impression of that of 1851 in their
mind's eye. Who can forget his first
introduction into that beautiful tran-
sept, with its great fountain and
elegant casts, and arch of glass span-
ning the tops of the Hyde Park trees,
which, in their full maturity of years
or ages, had been suddenly changed
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from rude out-of-door life to green-
house luxury ? The first impression
of the Paris Exhibition is simply
that of a huge bazaar or fancy fair.
The allegorical transparencies at the
ends are gaudy without being impos-
ing, and the vistas of banners add
to the fair-like effect. But when the
eyes are able to repose on individual
objects, a feeling of satisfaction takes
the spectator somewhat by surprise.
Look at that fountain, for instance :
how elegant in conception ! There
are no water-vomiting monsters, but
piles of water- flowers, from the beau-
tifully imitated pistils and anthers
of which come forth little jets of
water, to which the variety of colour
gives a peculiarly crystalline appear-
aiice as they spurt and trickle down
into the basin below. It is much
the same with the effect of the com-
partments. In each compartment all
is harmony and tasteful arrangement,
but the general effect is confusion.
It seems a pity that no space could
be found for model lighthouses, huge
clocks, and other overgrown objects,
except in the midst of the nave or
transept; it would have been much
better to have left that clear had the
space allowed, with a fountain or two
at intervals, and some plaster casts —
the expense of which, in the native
country of gypsum, would have been
no great object — placed on each side,
so as to give, by the graduated diminu-
tion of the forms, the idea of a length-
ened avenue. The "Palais del'Indus-
trie" is inconveniently crowded with
objects, especially in its main channels
of circulation. Not one of the least
attractive sights of the London Exhi-
bition was the streams of living beings,
on the cheap days, as- they flooded in
regular sea-like currents from one end
of the building to the other, arrested
sometimes, and eddying round some
shrine of Mammon — the Koh-i-noor,
for instance — as the tidal waters do
round intercepting rocks. In Paris
the crowd is so broken up by the ob-
jects exhibited in the nave, that it
gives the appearance of the whole
building having been invaded by a
mob, though a mob well dressed and
excellently conducted. This appear-
ance of confusion is added to by the
fact of three entrances being allowed
to the quadrangular structure ; one
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on the east, from the Place de la
Concorde ; the other on the north,
from the Champs Elysees ; the other
on the west, from the Allee d'Antin.
It would have been no hardship had
the entrance from the Place de la
Concorde been the only one, as that
is the end whence the largest stream
of people would naturally come, and
it would have removed the temptation
to enter the building in the middle,
and thus to lose the effect of the
length at first sight. By entering
from the Place de la Concorde you
have the productions of France on
the right, extending the whole length
of the ground -floor down to the
western entrance, and occupying the
right half of that area; those of Eng-
land and its dependencies on the left,
occupying nearly one- fourth of the
same. At the end of the English de-
partment France interposes a small
quadrangle resting on a broad base,
as if to prevent England from quar-
relling with the United States, whose
jealousy might be aroused from the
smallness of the space allotted to
them, though a space quite as great
as they deserve, and honoured by
a position in the very centre of
the building. From this department
France throws out a long arm as if to
usher the visitors into the Annexe,
which there is thus a temptation to
enter at some distance from the end,
especially as the very interesting
Panorama, where the tapestry and
crown-jewels are exhibited, stands
on the way thither. Next to the
United States is the Belgian depart-
ment ; next the Belgian, the Austrian ;
next to the Austrian, the Prussian,
which takes under its wing the smaller
states of Germany, and concludes the
occupation of the space on the left of
the nave looking from the Place de la
Concorde, or the side of the Seine.
The arrangement of the galleries on
the first floor is nearly similar. They
are entered by staircases at the angles.
In the corner of the British space
nestle the productions of young Aus-
tralia, distinguished in general by
their practical plainness; and hugging
these, the gorgeous contributions of old
India. Over the eastern entrance,
Egypt, Tunis, and Turkey, vie with
India in the taste and richness, and
somewhat in the character, of their
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products; and then, as if to keep
Greece at a respectful distance from
Turkey, a strip of China is inter-
posed. Greece follows suit, her most
conspicuous object being a gentleman
with complexion as pure as that of a
barber's block, undeniable moustache,
and full national dress, splendid with
scarlet and stiif with gold. Tuscany
clings to Greece; and in the juxta-
position of these two countries there
is something mournful, as they both
represent the decadence of an antique
civilisation. Joined to this Tuscan
department, at the corner, as in real
geography, are the Pontifical States,
put safely away under the wing of
France, and protected, like the Pope,
by her bayonets. Sardinia, a little
farther on, clings to the side of France
as an independent but loving ally.
France extends up the northern side
as on the ground-floor, but she finds
room near the end for Portugal and
Spain, occupying two squares placed
together. At the end of France, over
the western entrance, Switzerland dis-
plays the unrivalled results of her in-
dustry, and contrasts the productions
of her mountains with those of the
Low Countries, which lie close to them
in the geography of the Palais. Swe-
den and Denmark, in their places here
as in their language, come between
the Low German and the High Ger-
man nations, which occupy the north-
western galleries, the arrangement of
which is nearly the same as of that
of the ground -floor, save that the
United States department is repre-
sented by one still smaller than its
own, devoted to the productions of
South America. Behind this depart-
ment, however, and also on the side
of England, France occupies a small
square, in the latter case with musical
instruments, as if to serenade her
neighbour and ally.
To those who have walked through
those parts of the Exhibition we have
just touched upon, a feeling of lassitude
will probably supervene, increased by
the stifling atmosphere of the galleries
and the multiplicity of objects dis-
played. But the work is not half
done. The Gallery of Communica-
tion, the Panorama, the Annexe, and
the Beaux Arts, have yet to be seen,
each of these alone enough to glut the
appetite of any moderate sight-seer.
Besides these, a number of ungainly
productions, such as model-houses,
have been turned out of doors into
an enclosed space on the south, where
is also a long gallery of carriages.
And then there is a flower and fruit
show, also appertaining to the Exhibi-
tion, to be seen on the other side of
the Champs Elysees. We must take
these things in due order. But first
let us consider what pleased us most
in our walk through the ground-floor
and round the galleries. It is no easy
matter to arrange that walk through
the ground-floor to one's satisfaction.
If you go round it as you go round
the gallery above, you are apt to pass
by some of the islands of interesting
objects which are dispersed along the
centre; and if you walk straight down
the centre, you miss the objects at the
sides. We managed the difficulty by
vibrating from one side to the other
and back again, like a draught-horse
when left to himself going up-hill, or
that ancient method of reading from
right to left and from left to right
again, which was named from oxen at
plough. This manner of proceeding,
though effectual as far as omitting
nothing was concerned, tended to con-
fusion in the impressions produced.
Of one fact we were very soon con-
vinced— that England and France
were running a twofold race. Eng-
land was endeavouring to keep pace
with France in matters of invention
and taste, having seen and acknow-
ledged her superiority in the Exhibi-
tion of 1851 ; and France was endea-
vouring to vie with England in manu-
factures of practical utility, her efforts
having probably had the same origin.
The success of both, in their respec-
tive aspirations, appeared marvellous.
Minton and Wedgwood are artists in
pottery of a most superior kind, repro-
ducing all the endless variety and
beauty of Etrurian workmanship —
jugs, vases, and statuettes of chaste
and incomparable beauty — and exer-
cising the imagination in a thousand
curious developments ; while Elking-
ton, Mason and Co., make the pre-
cious metals play the part of marble,
and endue the symbols of utility with
an artistic character never before
supposed to belong to them. Mean-
while France is vying with our ma-
nufacturing towns in the fabric of
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all useful articles, and stamping them
in addition with the impress of her
superior taste. In no department
does she show such progress as in
the production of implements of de-
struction, ingeniously fancied and
beautifully arranged ; but the extra-
ordinary growth of this crop must of
course in part be attributed to the
hotbed influences of the present war.
The United States are as poor and
practical as at our own Exhibition.
Colt's revolvers now, as then, are the
chief centre of interest ; and, to eco-
nomise the labour of the assistant
exhibitor, specimens of these deadly
tools are hung in chains, like the cups
by a public well, to be snapped and
clicked by every comer who wishes
to try them, until at last they are
rendered totally useless. Belgium,
Austria, and Prussia, seem but little
in the wake of France, and though
slow in drawing the sword for the
cause of Europe, quite as adroit in
making it. Austria has a perfect
right to plume herself upon the dis-
play of Bohemian glass, for Bo-
hemia has no standing -ground of
her own but a barbarous antiquity ;
but the case is different as regards
Venice ; not that the appropria-
tion of the Venetian glass is the
worst insult inflicted by the " bar-
baro Tedesco" on unfortunate Italy.
It becomes a monster injustice when
statues and paintings are claimed
under the ill-favoured name of Au-
triche, and Italy, the mother of all
the arts and civilisation of the west,
is ignored in the nomenclature. This
is worse than bad taste ; it is an his-
torical solecism. Yet it is only a re-
petition of the injustice that took
place in our Exhibition of 1851 . Who
can forget the beautiful little room of
sculpture, round which there was the
incessant flow of an admiring crowd,
and the name of Monti of Milan ?
Yet this was commonly called the
Austrian sculpture ;! as if the adjec-
tive and substantive could ever be
joined with any extent of application.
Let Austria stick to her meerschaum
pipes of curious workmanship, and
put the indignation of the world of
artists into them, and smoke it. We
ascend the staircase, and make the
door of the galleries. Here is a
wonderful display of velvet, cotton,
linen, and all other kinds of stuff's,
the relative excellences of which are
Hebrew to us, but which we must
suppose to be very good, because
they nearly all of them seem to be
sold, being ticketed " vendu." We
hasten to the British department. In
this, amongst many admirable pro-
ductions, our eyes chiefly rest on the
exhibition of photographs. These
sun-pictures, though deficient in the
imaginative variety of genuine art,
and no more like paintings than the
dry petals of a " hortus siccus" are
like the glorious flowers of May, are yet
excellently adapted to give the sight-
seer an idea of the scenery which
they represent, because, as far as
they go, they are the thing itself.
After seeing them, no Frenchman
could go away without carrying in
his mind's eye a pretty accurate no-
tion of that peculiar scenery which is
the glory of England. Of this the
scenes about Bolton Abbey present a
good average specimen. From Leeds
and Manchester we pass to Delhi and
Hyderabad. We may say of our
Indian collection —
" Grsecia capta ferum victorem cepit, et artes
Intulit agresti Latio."
All the invention of our manufac-
turers can never produce the exqui-
site combination of form and colour
displayed in the tissues of British
India. And to do ourselves justice,
we give them credit for what is their
own, and do not adopt the miserable
getting-up-behind system of Austria.
The innate conservatism of British
India, like nature in the factory of the
spring-time, continues to reproduce
the beautiful structures of thousands
of years ago; — for this good andsimple
reason, that perfection having been
long ago attained, there is no room
for. progress : all attempts at improve-
ment must be retrogressive and de-
structive. It is the very poetry of
manufacture ; and it is so, because in
its prodigious industry it embalms
the holiness of antiquity. Taste,
with the most tasteful western na-
tions, even with Italy and France, is
a thing of culture and education ; in
India it seems to be a thing which
men imbibe with the milk of their
swarthy mothers. How often does
the barrenness of this instinct with us
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take refuge in puritanism of form and
pattern, whether in dress, equipages,
or house decoration ; while in India
the most gorgeous hues and costly
materials are resorted to daringly
and unflinchingly, and no error in
taste is ever committed ! Much the
same praise may be given to the pro-
ductions of modern Egypt, Tunis, and
Turkey, which also partake of the
Oriental character. In China this
conservatism of taste is seen in its
exaggeration, and frozen into formal
absurdity. We pass admiringly
through France to the Pontifical
States, and stay to wonder at the
Mosaics, which give with such infi-
nite labour an eternity to pictorial
representation. Even in its present
low estate the Eternal City clings to
the preservation of its peculiar glory.
And we turn away with a feeling of
sadness at thinking that this is all
which her present state of political
health enables her to do. Her artistic
vitality is at the lowest ebb — a ner-
vously flickering lamp of genius that
we fear every moment to see go out
altogether. We may well ask how long
the present most anomalous state of
things in the temporal dominions of
the Pope is to go on? France has
got into a scrape in supporting him,
like that which some honest hard-
working man gets into by putting his
name to a bond for some scape-grace
friend — being perpetually called upon
to pay up instalments from the savings
of industry to cancel the debts incur-
red by insolvent extravagance and
debauchery. The decrepit system lies
like a blight upon the land, and has
already reversed the boast of the poet
in the Augustine times, that " a
marsh long neglected, and only fit for
navigation, feeds the neighbouring
cities, and feels the weight of the
plough." Feelingless must that man
be who has travelled over the desola-
tion of the Campagna, and the dreary
length of the Pontine Marshes, with
their consumptive ghostlike remnants
of population, without inwardly curs-
ing the Papacy. Blest in climate
and soil beyond almost every other
region of the earth, and even yet
in their hills producing men who
sit on the Pincian steps to be hired
by artists as models for gods, the
States of the Church have become a
howling wilderness, without form and
void, like the primeval chaos, and
France and England, the nations in
the vanguard of civilisation, have been
consenting parties to this systematic
thwarting of the designs of a benefi-
cent Creator. They have done this,
one in the purposeless delirium of a
revolutionary crisis, frightened at its
own ravings ; the other in the incon-
sistent restlessness of Whig policy,
encouraging conspiracy, but snubbing
national movements, sacrificing truth
and justice to the maintenance of a
popularity necessary to the tenure of
office, coquetting with the most dan-
gerous principles of subversion at
home, and winking at the foulest
abuses abroad, when the time for
action has arrived. Such reflec-
tions may be in the slightest degree
out of place at the Paris Exhibi-
tion, but they will intrude themselves.
The circumstances of this Exhibition
are different from those of ours. Ours
was supposed by sanguine enthusias-
tics to be a handshaking of all nations,
a prelude to a universal peace, never
again to be broken by international
strife. We know better now. The
Paris Exhibition is unconnected with
any such visions of dreamland. It
stands on its own merits as a display
of industry and of art ; a temple of
peace amid the clash of arms, but a
temple where it is impossible for any
to worship without the intrusion of
thoughts which take their colour with
the world without, confused as it is
with mortal conflicts, and teeming
with political convulsion. With re-
spect to France, a state of war seems
even more favourable than one of
peace to her industrial energies, pro-
bably because in such a state her blood
flows more naturally and temperately.
Is it a necessity of her nature that her
life should be divided between foreign
war and internal disquietude? We
know not ; if it is, foreign war is cer-
tainly preferable. Is it a condition of
the existence of every great old na-
tion— of our own nation likewise ? It
would be a bold step to answer this
question dogmatically. Certain it is
that it would be well for any people if
the horrors of war were inseparably
bound up with a diminution of those
of peace.
We have walked over the ground-
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floorof the building, and round the gal-
leries, and find we have done a day's
work.
" But half of our heavy task was done
When the bell struck the hour for retiring;"
— that hour being five o'clock, and the
bell tolling at the quarter before it,
sweeping the Palais of its gazers with
the fright and haste of Cinderella when
she heard the fatal twelve. We are
bound for the restaurant or the table-
d'hote, where light wine and exquisite
cookery will superinduce no after-din-
ner lethargy, and insensibly strength-
ening, prepare us for the work or play
of to-morrow.
To-morrow having become to-day,
we pass in by the main entrance by the
north, and with a glance right and left
and no more, enter the passage of com-
munication which leads through the
panoramic building into the Annexe.
In the Panorama are displayed selec-
tions of those industrial products
which are the chief glory of France.
We are introduced to the Gobelins
tapestry and the porcelain of Sevres,
the former appearing to have at-
tained the acme of perfection of
workmanship and mellowness of col-
our, the latter being so perfectly beau-
tiful and so extravagantly costly,
that the quality of brittleness we
know to be inseparable from it, gives
an almost uncomfortable interest in
its preservation to the beholder. We
long to insure its life in some material
which should bear the same relation
to it in durability that the marble
does to the plaster cast. In the
centre of the raised dais, and the
exact centre of the building, are the
"Crown diamonds," suggesting re-
miniscences of a very pretty opera,
and worth looking at quite as much
for their tasteful setting by Limon-
nier as for their own value. In Eng-
land the greatest crowd was at the
Koh-i-noor — in France at the Crown
diamonds. The London multitude
appeared thus to worship wealth
chiefly for what it was worth — the
Paris multitude chiefly for the splendid
effect it produced. Possibly there was
this not very important difference in
the spirit in which the homage was
paid. The approach to this centre of
attraction was rendered intricate and
winding to avoid a crush , and the crowd
was unravelled by the police, as in all
cases of the kind, into a long " queue,"
where each must take his place and
wait patiently his turn of arrival at
the inheritance of his eyes. This ad-
mirable method, adopted, I believe,
almost universally in France and Ger-
many, is far better than the British
rush, in which strength and rudeness
have an unfair advantage, and women
and children are trampled on. When
Jenny Lind was in London filling the
opera-house to overflowing, the incon-
sistency between the faultless costume
of the opera mob and its scramble to
get in, was positively ridiculous. This
is one of those points where we may
well take a leaf from the book of our
Continental neighbours. Before pass-
ing into the Annexe, we stroll about
the enclosed ground dedicated to re-
freshment-stalls and the bulky objects,
and cast an eye down the long line of
exhibited carriages. It appears from
these that the plainness so long in
vogue is giving way to a more ad-
vanced style, which shows more cou-
rageousness of taste. Although the
Lord Mayor's coach cannot pass for
the beau-ideal of a carriage, we cannot
see why these things, being essentially
luxuries, should not be splendid in
decoration as well as elegant in form.
At the same time, beautiful horses are
ever the first requisite of a handsome
equipage ; and this truth seems never
to have been lost sight of in England.
The Annexe itself is a good mile of
bewilderment and perpetual motion.
Add a ghastly twilight and a lurid
atmosphere overhead, and you might
fancy yourself in the Inferno of Dante,
" La bufera infernal, che mai non resta,
Meni gli spirti con la sua rapina,
Voltando, e percotendo gli molesta."
I know few things more painful
to behold, and to hear for any length
of time, than a collection of machines
in motion, set on by steam. Puff,
puff, puff; rattle, rattle, rattle; whirr,
whirr, whirr! Great elbows and
knees of iron going up and down with
irresistible power, and threatening in-
stant dislocation and dismemberment
to any flesh and blood that might
come in their way ! I can easily be-
lieve that the accidents produced by
unfenced machinery, though greatly
owing to the habitual carelessness
produced in factories by living amongst
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them, have sometimes their origin in
a terrible fascination, by which those
who look long at them are drawn into
them. I suppose these things must
be, but I do not love them. With
us they are unquestionably supersed-
ing human muscle, and draining the
country of its manhood. I walked
through the Annexe, as in duty
bound, and emerged safely, only too
happy to be quit of it, and to efface
its disagreeable impression in the
tranquillity of the Palais des Beaux
Arts. My feelings were those of a
weather-beaten sailor who has gained
the shore, or rather those of some un-
fortunate landsman who has just
escaped a nauseous and bewildering
night on board a pitching and rolling
steam er. The sight-seer who expects
novelty in this great exhibition of pic-
tures will be disappointed. He must
rest for the most part satisfied with
the pleasure he will feel at seeing old
friends in a new light. The pictures
are collected from various sources,
and, as a rule, are by living artists.
That this rule has not been rigidly
adhered to, appears, as one instance,
by the exhibition of some of Copley
Fielding's water- colours; and it seems
a pity that, instead of such a distinction
being made, a line was not drawn at
some definite period of time ; for ex-
ample, at the end of the second decade
of the present century. The life or
death of the artist is scarcely a crite-
rion of time, for an artist may die at
twenty -five, or live to the age of
Turner. We miss Turner and
Etty sadly ; for whatever may
have been the faults of these masters,
masters they certainly were in every
sense of the word ; and no collection,
professing to give to the world speci-
mens of British contemporaneous
painting, could be complete without
them. With regard to the proportion
of the pictures exhibited, France of
course takes the lead, and Great
Britain follows; Belgium and the
Netherlands make a respectable show;
Prussia, as well as the rest of Ger-
many, is meagre, and we miss some
of the greatest names; Switzerland
does well — better than Italy; but
Italy has been robbed of her fame by
Austria, which, with apparent effron-
tery, but really in consequence of
alphabetical arrangement, places her
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name first on the catalogue. On
every work of art proceeding from
Northern Italy should be inscribed
the complaint of Virgil— himself an
inhabitant of that garden of nature
and art —
" Sic vos non vobis mellificatis apes."
But the cold countries of the north
have caught a reflection of Italian
sunshine, and Sweden, Denmark, and
Norway show much artistic aspira-
tion—if scarcely yet, to speak gene-
rally, much inspiration. Their pro-
ductions look chiefly like those of
young beginners ; but there is one
magnificent exception, which I shall
come to by-and-by. The productions
of the United States had better have
remained on the other side of the At-
lantic, where they might have been
appreciated. Spain is pretty well re-
presented, but chiefly by portraits;
and there are countries which have
sent one picture each, and are no
doubt as proud of them as a hen with
a single chicken — Mexico and Turkey.
When Turkey begins to paint, we
wonder what she will do next — per-
haps dance. At our first entrance,
our attention is arrested by a picture
under the head of Sweden, and, in my
humble opinion, we shall see no better
in the whole gallery. We refer to
the Catalogue: 1980— "Declaration
d'amour," by Mdlle Amelie Linde-
gren. The tritest of all subjects is
treated in a manner fascinating from
its originality, and this is a sign of true
genius. The figures are two Swedish
peasants ; the man has a thick club on
his shoulder, as if to show the natural
roughness of his character and oc-
cupations. He is not a paladin, but a
peasant, and feeling has subdued his
expression into one of refined passion
and respectful admiration. His fea-
tures, though handsome, are rugged;
but his look is full of inexpressible
tenderness, without losing the least
part of its manliness. This is truth.
It has been well remarked that the
sternest and strongest men have ever
a soft side to their nature ; the only
beings who are consistently and tho-
roughly hard, are masculine women.
Half-embraced by his left arm is an
easy and graceful female figure, yet
no drawing- room nymph, but a healthy
buxom lass, used to milking cows as a
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rule, and cutting fodder for them as an
exception. Her face is very lifelike.
There is no effort at extraordinary
beauty of feature, but the beauty of
expression is consummate. Well
pleased she is to hear what she hears,
and deeply contented. Happiness is
seen in the mouth and cheeks, while
the eyes are demurely downcast, and
affect to be intent on the knitting with
which her fingers are at the moment
unusually busy. The costume and
pose are faultless. The other pic-
tures produced by the states of Scan-
dinavia, though some of them good,
especially the battle-pieces, are al-
most a foil to this one, the production
of a genuine lady's mind, and one who
observes nature like Rosa Bonheur.
We pass to the rooms containing the
pictures of the French School. I can-
not retract what I said to you about
this school in the letter produced by
my flying visit in January. The
French artists are too affected and
too little natural. Rosa Bonheur is
almost the only exception. The best
of them seem ever to have some mas-
ter in their eye, and to be straining at
supernatural effects. They paint on
stilts, metaphorically if not literally,
for the enormous size of some of their
canvasses must often preclude the
possibility of their painting on their
natural legs. And as they paint on
too large a scale, so they paint far
too much, at least the historical paint-
ers ; and some of the time which they
give to throwing off new subjects,
might be much better employed in
working up and mellowing down the
old ones ; for, as a general rule,
they are stiff in outline, and crude in
colour, though very grand in concep-
tion. If I was writing a detailed ac-
count of them, I should hardly know
where to begin, and so have no re-
source but to follow the direction of
chance, for the rooms are so ar-
ranged that it is hard to know which
room and which side to take in walk-
ing. As it is, I am only writing a
letter, and therefore do not consider
myself bound to give you my impres-
sions in order. A plunge into the
centre room displays at once some of
the largest historical pieces. It is
warm, and you may take the oppor-
tunity of doffing your hat to the
charming Empress, occupying the
chief place in a group by Winter-
halter. The other figures are the
ladies of the court, over whom she
shines like " the moon among the
lesser fires." The group is well ar-
ranged, seated on the grass in a nook
in one of the imperial woods. The
ground slopes so that the Empress
takes her position naturally as the
head of the female circle, like the front
jewel in a coronet. The likeness ia
well preserved, and the picture, apart
from its interesting associations, is a
very pleasant composition. You may
lounge, if you please, on that great
square-cushioned seat, and look at it
as long as you like, without disturb-
ance from the stout islander who is
so comfortably asleep at your side,
with a face of baby-like innocence
above his russet beard. Many of the
other pictures are old acquaintances
of the Luxembourg. Mark well the
Bravest of the Brave in that picture
by Adolphe Yvon, with firelock in
hand, like a common soldier, to en-
courage his frostbitten men, the last
in the miserable but heroic rearguard
of the Moscow retreat ! Would not
he have warmed up at that moment
had he been permitted to dream of
the fall of Sebastopol ! Ney has an
English face, and there is something
in his character which finds a response
in most English hearts in spite of his
political derelictions. The Great Duke
would perhaps have been even great-
er, had he stretched out a hand, when
he had the power, to save the magni-
ficent rebel ; but the Great Duke was
the Iron Duke, and in his eyes the
breach of a soldier's allegiance was
the one unpardonable sin. But why
have they chosen to transport here
some of the fine but horrid subjects of
the Luxembourg? Surely pleasanter
paintings might have been gathered
in other quarters. Those I objected
to so strongly in my letter to you last
winter, have some of them risen up
in their ghastliness to affront my vi-
sion in the Champs Elyse"es, as if in
revenge for the criticisms. But if
another notice was the object of their
renovation, they will not get it, for we
pass elsewhere. Horace Vernet is
plenteously represented. If all his
pictures were as large as " La Smala,"
and the " Battle of Isly," no exhibi-
tion in the world would be able to
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hold him, and he would be to paint-
ers what Livy was to historians be-
fore a great part of bis works were
fortunately lost, when Martial called
him " vast Livy, the whole of whom
my library is scarcely sufficient to
accommodate."
" Livius ingens,
Quern mea vix totum bibliotheca capit."
Vernet's larger paintings are too
spacious for pictures, and not long
enough for panoramas. It is, indeed,
difficult to assign any arbitrary limit
to the size of a picture ; but must it
not be in some measure determined
by the capacity of a human pair of
eyes ll When a picture passes those
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his colours want toning down, and he
appears least to shine in those reli-
gious subjects upon which he appears
anxious to found his reputation. All
of his pictures, however, are more or
less good ; and one in particular, "La
Vierge a I'Hostie," has somewhat of a
Raphaelesque character. But this is
not the highest praise for a modern
painter, for unless he can be quite
original, he had better copy the Old
Masters exactly, and endeavour to
reproduce them. The "Madonna de
la Vigne" of Paul de la Roche is
very beautiful, but not at all Raphael-
esque. Where is Paul de la Roche ?
He is one of the first we look for on
proportions which the eye assigns to the walls, but we cannot find him, nor
it — when it ceases to become a unit in
vision, and the direction of the look
can we find his name on the catalogue.
We miss him the more, that we have
is changed, not for the purpose of just been delighted by seeing at the
examination of the parts, but for that French exhibition in London, that
of comprehension of the whole — it is
no longer a single picture, but a plu-
rality of pictures on the same canvass.
Nature gives us thus many pictures
in one scene ; and when Art attempts
to do the same, it seems to me that it
passes its proper bounds, and, in en-
deavouring to become a literal copy of
nature, commits a solecism in taste of
the same kind as that committed by
colouring statues and assimulating
sculpture to wax-work. Art ought to
assist the appreciation of the beholder
by limiting pictures within reasonable
frames. Horace Vernet imposes the
necessity on the beholder of limiting
them for himself, which is more than
he has a right to expect from com-
monplace people. His figures are in
the highest degree spirited and life-
like, and the horsemen in his large
battle-pieces seem to be on the point
of riding down and shooting down
the spectator, in a manner which
mixes a concern for his personal
safety with admiration for the pic-
ture. The idea may have been taken
from the cavalry charges at the hip-
podrome and circus, in which the
horses are wheeled just as they are
brought to the barrier, and seem on
the point of leaping over upon the
lowest circle of people. All this is
clever, but fatal to the repose neces-
sary to the contemplation of paint-
ings. Another voluminous master is
Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres. He
chiefly excels in figure-painting, but
admirable picture of his of " Strafford
going to execution." And there is
another who is inadequately repre-
sented in the Great Exhibition, one
of the brightest stars of modern art —
Mdlle Rosa Bonheur. Surely it is
owing to gross mismanagement that
her glorious work, " The Horse-Fair
at Paris," should have been seen in
London this year and not at home.
Landseer is an exquisite painter of
the carcasses of animals — of all the
minor adjuncts of skin, hair, hoofs,
and corporeal details ; but he endues
them with too much of soul, and too
high an order of intelligence — all ex-
cepting his dogs, to whom he does but
even-handed justice. Rosa Bonheur
paints the very " ego" of her animals,
if animals have any " ego," and does
not spend too much time over the
subordinate parts. Every one of those
horses in the " Horse-Fair " has its
own character, as it has its own face
and figure; but they are all neither
more nor less than horses. She has a
perfect sympathy with the ox that
treadeth out the corn, and apparently
enters into the whole of the narrow
circle of his pleasures and pains, the
greatest of the former of which is
probably cud-chewing, and the greatest
of the latter, too sharp a prick of the
goad. We shall never forget her
calves in the London French exhibi-
tion, with the head of one of them
turned round in the stall, and its im-
mature, parboiled, watery, stolid eye.
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In the Paris Exhibition she is repre-
sented by a picture entitled "La
Fenaison-Auvergne." The load of hay
is the only part of it not well done,
its perspective being too flat, and its
colour too monotonous; but that is a
part of the picture which we should
be least disposed to criticise severely.
The oxen are true to the life; the
roughness of their coats is far better
represented than if each hair were
photographically drawn by itself, and
their sleepy eyes and slobbering
mouths are nature itself. She is
originating a school in French art,
which has long been a desideratum —
a school which shall boldly discard all
models but those furnished by the
fields of its native country. We are
glad to see the evidences of the rise of
such a school in the hunting- pieces
and dogs' heads of Louis Godefroy
Jadin. He has been conscientiously
painting portraits of the Emperor's
stag-hounds, and throwing them to-
gether in hunting-groups under deep-
toned conventional skies, which, though
out of place in landscape -painting,
are just what is wanted with such
subjects. They are something like
the skies of Titian, and those that
Etty painted behind his brilliant
flesh-tints.
The principal historical paintings of
the French school are so well known
to us that a look at them in passing is
enough. There is a splendid sameness
running through them all, and some
fresh element is awanting — what, it is
hard to say. Perhaps it is a some-
what more conscientious study of
natural forms, such as that carried to
excess by our own pre-Raphaelites. If
the historical painters would give
more time to genre studies, and less to
history, in which imagination must
furnish the chief part of the treat-
ment, they would do greater things.
As it is, they repeat themselves like
an extempore preacher. We are
happy to see more attention paid to
landscape than was formerly the case
among the French artists. The great
superiority that the English have
gained, and still possess, in this depart-
ment, arises perhaps from a very
simple cause — the rural tastes of the
English nation. The English artist
has his atelier in London, but he seeks
his subjects on the mountain and the
moor, by brook and glen, in field and
in park. In fact he has an "al fresco"
workshop as well as a town one, for
there are few of our eminent landscape-
painters who do not finish many of their
pictures in the open air. Many a tired
pedestrian has probably found, to his
cost, the difficulty of obtaining accom-
modation— in the Snowdon district of
North Wales, for instance — during the
summer ; all the rooms in the inns
and in the cottages retained by them
being engaged by artists, and only
those who have put up for some time
with the inferior comforts of the cot-
tage being allowed to be promoted to
the inn in fair rotation ; or, as the
Parisians would say, when their part
of the " queue " arrives there. Many
of our best men have sporting tastes
as well, which assist them in the
treatment of their subjects, and in
their knowledge of nature, besides
being an inducement to inhabit the
country for a prolonged period. One
of our most popular R. A.'s is as fa-
mous for his fly-fishing as for his
painting. Some work all the year
round in their own cottages in some
wild place, and only send their pic-
tures to town. The French cannot
live in this manner. They travel to
sketch, but not to study. Their homes
are in cities ; and as cities like Paris
or Rome furnish the greatest abun-
dance of living models, they chiefly
devote themselves to historical paint-
ing. Even in the most interesting
kind of genre pictures, those display-
ing the habits and costumes of rural
places, they are surpassed by the
English. Those who do paint land-
scape seem chiefly to finish them in
the studio, and their pictures bear the
impress of other masters. Neverthe-
less there are bright exceptions. We
may mention Theodore Gudin as one
of them. Though he seems to have
had Stanfield and Turner in his eye,
he shows great originality of concep-
tion and pains-taking observation of
nature. He chiefly excels in sea-
pieces. Here is one at Marseilles,
" Le Port des Catalans," interesting
from association with Dumas's Monte
Christo. The burning of the Kent
East Indiaman is a picture which
brings to mind Turner's wreck of the
Minotaur. The horror of the scene is
subordinate, as it should be, to its
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awfulness, and human heroism shines
brightly forth in the remorseless grasp
of that implacable power of nature —
the raging ocean. He has travelled
far to seek the sea. Here he paints
it slumbering in treacherous innocence
at Constantinople, imprisoned by the
beautiful banks and draped by the
cypress-woods of the Golden Horn ;
there he paints it, in its naked
sublimity, alive and rollicking on
the north coast of Scotland, beat-
ing vindictively on rocks which are
covered with a shivering crowd of
wrecked fishermen, and strewn with
the remnants of their shattered boats.
Here is a moon-rise on the coast of
Aberdeen, admirably painted ; here
a view of the ocean at Peterness,
taken from near Lord Aberdeen's cot-
tage. Here again, not satisfied with
the greater light of day and the lesser
lights of night, he paints Aurora Bo-
realis, which is of both or neither,
and fixes on the canvass its transient
and spectral flashes. Perhaps the
most sublimely imagined of all these
pictures is one simply entitled "La
Mer," which is all sea and sky, furi-
ous waves and driving clouds, and we
feel it as a relief that there is no ob-
ject on which they may vent their
violence. But he leans to the com-
mon fault of his nation — the love of
excitement and avoidance of tranquil-
lity ; and one of his pictures is decid-
edly painful, because it represents
in the power of the elements the
misery and helplessness of the brave.
This is one named in the catalogue,
"The Syr^ne frigate struck by a
squall at the moment of the embarka-
tion of the wounded." Though we
deprecate its subject, we cannot shut
our eyes to the merits of this picture.
It is one great peculiarity of this
artist that he displays but little repe-
tition of himself, and is as far as pos-
sible removed from the praise or dis-
praise of being mannerised. He does
not spurn the assistance of others, but
yet leans principally on nature. " Un
soir d'Orage," in its quiet solemnity
and depth of colouring, might be
taken for a Danby. Amongst the
historical pictures of the French
school we noticed one by Scheffer,
"The Vision of Charles IX." The
half-insane, half-wicked king is sink-
ing under the horrors produced by
his guilty conscience, embodied in the
apparition of the spirits of Coligny
and the other murdered Huguenots,
whose calm earnest faces are in
strong contrast to his own features,
racked by conflicting passions.
There are some good portraits
among the paintings of the French
school ; one of General Ulrich by
Loustau ; another — an equestrian
figure — by de Dreux; another, call-
ed in the catalogue " La Reflexion
e"tude," by Matet ; another, of won-
derful power, in chalk, by Charles
Laurent Marechal, " Galileo at Ville-
trin." The figure is half reclined,
and the sage has just withdrawn the
telescope from his eye, and is rumin-
ating on what he has seen. The face
is grandly patriarchal, and the whole
composition is in keeping — the sky at
once glowing and sombre, and the
atmosphere in solemn repose, inviting
contemplation. This figure is among
the drawings in the upper gallery.
Amongst the quieter landscapes of
the French school is one remarkably
good, called " Crepuscule de Novem-
bre," by Leon Belley. The painter
has caught the genius of the last
month of autumn, and admirably
painted its peculiarly tender and so-
lemn sky-tints, and the somewhat
damp and chilly look of the ground at
that time. As a direct contrast to
such a subject, the gallery is crowded
with battle-pieces, some of the best
being taken from the present war,
but none of extraordinary merit. A
good specimen of these is one by
Courdouan, " Zouaves embarking for
the Crimea ;" — the extremely pictur-
esque dress of these troops being a
great assistance to the painter in
grouping them.
When we leave the French pic-
tures and pass on to those of other
nations, we cannot help being struck
with a fact, which has been remark-
ed upon elsewhere — the similarity of
all the Continental schools to the
French, or their similarity to each
other. It seems as if there were
but two great divisions of the art
— the Continental and the English.
The world still looks upon us in many
things —
" Penitus toto divisos orbe Britannos."
As in dress and manners, as in arts
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and sciences, we still stand alone,
eccentric and isolated. Some of our
eccentricities are good, others bad :
amongst the good ones are undoubt-
edly to be classed our artistic origi-
nalities. The school, to all appear-
ance, most resembling the French is
the Belgian; and it would be difficult,
without reference to the catalogue, to
distinguish the pictures of this school
from those of the French artists. The
difference, if any, is to be sought in
the influence still exercised by Rubens.
Charles Verlat of Antwerp exhibits a
spirited picture of "Godfrey of Bou-
illon at the assault of Jerusalem."
This picture has been ordered by the
Belgian government, and is well
worthy of a place in some public gal-
lery. There are many good genre
pictures, both serious and comic.
Among the former we may mention
" Le dernier Adieu," by Degroux ;
among the latter, "Le premier Cheveu
Blanc " of Cockelaere. In landscape
we are arrested by Roffiaen's "Recol-
lection of the Lake of the Four Can-
tons," in which his imagination gives
the leading features of that singularly
beautiful scenery. The distance is
admirably done ; the aerial perspective,
a somewhat difficult matter in that
subject, being perfectly preserved.
Very good, also, is Van Schendel's
"View of Rotterdam, with a moon-
light effect." Holland is not equal to
Belgium, but exhibits some good low-
art studies. Spain gives us more
pleasure, although her contributions
are insignificant in point of number.
Her most prolific artist is Federico
Madrazo. He exhibits fourteen por-
traits, and one religious picture, well
worth the fourteen. Its name is "The
Holy Women at the Sepulchre," and
its great beauty is the " aureole " or
glory, which is a soft supernatural
light of its own kind, and could not,
like most of those represented, have
proceeded from earthly illumination.
It is, so to speak, a holy phosphor-
escence.
The portraits are, some of them,
very good, and fortunately some of
the ladies have consented to sit to the
painter in national costume. The
king, Don Francisco d'Assis, is there,
in the costume of the Order of the
Golden Fleece; and very stupid and
sheepish he looks. The queen's por-
trait had not arrived when we looked
for it ; probably when she comes, the
king will go, as she is said to be
rather ashamed of being seen in his
company. Close to Spain, in the
catalogue, stand the " Pontifical
States ; " but the productions, both
in painting and sculpture, classed
under this head, ought to have been
attributed to the nations in which the
artists were born. We only find,
among the list, four or five artists
born in the Roman States. One
Englishman, Leighton, might be sup-
posed by the uninitiated to be an
Italian, as he is described in the list
as "ne a Scarbro." Our attention
was arrested by his one picture, the
subject of which is well chosen, and
poetically treated, "The Reconcilia-
tion of the Montagues and Capulets
over the Corpses of their Children."
With regard to the Kingdom of the
Two Sicilies, the state of the case is
even worse than with regard to the
Pontifical States. Of the three artists
exhibiting pictures, there is not one
whose address is not at Paris. The
explanation is easy. That enlighten-
ed monarch, King Bomba, has deter-
mined to send the French Exhibition,
as he did the English, to Coventry,
though we cannot see what possible
advantage can accrue to him from his
dog-in-the-manger policy. The ex-
hibition of the United States, where
no such prohibition could have exist-
ed, is also very meagre, and the ex-
hibiting artists are mostly residents
in Paris. It seems as if the two po-
litical extremes were equally fatal to
the growth of the fine arts. Never-
theless, the Americans have sent some
interesting landscapes of the scenery
of their own country; and as few of us
have opportunities of travelling thi-
ther, we wish we had more of them.
George Healy, of Boston, exhibits a
long list of portraits, some of them
interesting, as being those of persons
of whom the world has heard and
read much. However, we have small
cause to linger among them, and are
glad enough to get away amongst our
old friends of the British school, seen
with a clean face under the brighter
sun of Paris. Happy as we were to
see them all again, and in juxtaposi-
tion, it would be invidious to mention
names, and superfluous to descant on
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their merits. To the French and
other Continental spectators they must
possess an interest which we are
hardly in a position to appreciate.
To most of them, the pictures with
which we are most familiar, such as
the u Evening Gun" of Danby, and
the " Sanctuary" of Landseer, are
entirely new, and our friends on the
Continent have now an advantage
which we have never before possessed,
that of being able to form a collective
impression of the British school, from
seeing so many of its best pictures at
once. The perfection to which water-
colour has been carried by the English
masters will doubtless astonish the
natives of Paris, and give a new im-
pulse to this department of art over
the whole of Europe. I could never
see why this department should be
conventionally inferior to oil-paint-
ing. Oil-painting appears now only to
have the advantage in size, and yet
water-colour paintings are commonly,
as if in disparagement, only desig-
nated by the name of drawings. The
English painters have one great merit,
which, as it is perfectly accessible to
all, the Continental painters would do
well to imitate — that of nationality ;
all the other schools are too Euro-
pean or cosmopolitan. If the artists
of every nation were chiefly to con-
fine themselves to painting the land-
scapes and costumes of their own
country, and their productions were
to be periodically sent to a European
exhibition, a display of art would be
the result, the interest and variety of
which it would be impossible too
highly to estimate. But artists seem
rather in the habit of going to seek
their subjects abroad. We miss
among the pictures of the German
school the distinctive scenery of Ger-
many. Leu goes to Norway and
paints the illimitable horizon of
44 fields" and "fiords" very admir-
ably; but does Scandinavia produce
no artists who could do this, while
he is busied with the rich subjects of
the Rhine and the Moselle? As for
the Swiss artists, they appear chiefly,
like the Pope's Swiss guards, to be at
home in Italy ; and though Italy is
more conventionally picturesque even
than the Alps, and its subjects are
easier, surely that mountain subli-
mity which impresses itself so strongly
on the mind of the most commonplace
beholder, might be most adequately
portrayed by those who breathe and
live in the midst of it. The old pro-
verb, " Omne ignotum pro magnifico,"
holds good here, and artists of merit
are wasting their time and money in
travelling to get studies which present
themselves in rich abundance at their
own doors. In their attachment to
scenes of home-interest, and in suc-
cess in painting home landscape, the
British artists stand almost alone ;
they have most excuse for travelling,
in the dearth of genre studies, as
peasant costume, except in the wilder
provinces, has almost entirely disap-
peared from the British Isles. I would
not have the artist soil-bound, and
there is no reason why he should limit
his genius ; but with reference to the
interest of a world- wide collection, it
would certainly have been better had
such subjects chiefly been selected for
exhibition which showed the cos-
tumes, customs, and scenery of the
native countries of the respective
artists. I would scarcely apply this
remark to sculpture. The depart-
ment of the statuary art is narrower,
more classical, being confined, or
nearly so, to the representation of
abstract humanity. In this depart-
ment we must look upon all artists
as of one family, working in the same
track, and unable, without running
into barbarisms, to deviate much
from the perfect models of ancient
Greek antiquity. Thorwaldsen was
admirable, because he was so entirely
and thoroughly Greek ; Canova less
so, because he was under the domin-
ion of a conventional sameness and
stiffness foreign to the Athenians.
In the present Exhibition the plaid of
the "Highland Mary" of Burns by
Spence appears a slight anachronism,
although the statue is beautiful. On
the whole, the statuary collection of
all nations — that of the British de-
partment chiefly consisting, like the
paintings, of old acquaintances — pre-
serves its just proportion to the pic-
tures. In this, however, as said
before, the Austrian injustice becomes
flagrantly apparent. If political ne-
cessities justify the maintenance of
the present bounds of nations, it is
surely an ingratitude in Western
Europe to consider Italy as anything
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but a living and united nation in
respect of the arts. The sculptors of
Northern Italy are maintaining the
high position which they assumed at
our own Exhibition. Vienna is doing
respectably, but, like the daw with
borrowed plumes, is in danger of los-
ing her own honours by assuming
those which do not of right belong to
her. The brightest of these plumes
are stolen from Milan. Germany has
a character of her own in the plastic
as well as the pictorial art, which
she would do well to develop. This
character is seen in Kiss of Berlin's
colossal statues. It is romantic,
with a dash of the grotesque, and the
amplitude of Michael Angel o is fused
into it. We are disappointed in not
seeing more statues by the artists of
Denmark. We fear that Thorwald-
sen's extraordinary merits must have
dispirited his countrymen, instead of
encouraging them to follow his glori-
ous path.
As for France, she has returned
from the meretricious extravagance
of the sculpture of the Regency into
the severe elegance of the classic mas-
ters, chastened and penitent, under
the bright examples of Bosio and
Pradier. Nevertheless, her boyish
exuberance of spirits is ever and anon
breaking forth. With regard to the
special character of the Exhibition,
the collection of statuary, setting apart
the intrinsic merits of the works, ap-
pears only of subordinate interest.
This province of the Fine Arts gives
no scope for nationality, and the in-
dividual artists run a race with each
other, unembarrassed by the duty of
illustrating a national school. But
this very freedom, or restriction, as it
may be considered, gives to a cosmo-
politan collection of sculpture a minor
interest, as compared with one of
other objects, in which national va-
riety is not only a merit, but indis-
pensable to the object in view. I
should like to see, as I said, a good
exhibition at some central place, such
as Frankfort-on-the-Maine, limited to
landscape and costume, and admitting
no pictures but those illustrative of
the countries which produce the art-
ists. The taste of the world would
be greatly improved by such an ex-
hibition. And it should be required
that fair specimens should be sent of
the bad taste as well as the good of
each country, that faults might be
corrected, if necessary, by ridicule.
Chambers of horrors should be admis-
sible. How much good, for instance,
would it do our countrymen to see
their tasteless towns, plate- glass shop-
windows and all, contrasted with the
pretty house-rows of Pisa or Bologna,
and the grand gable architecture of
the middle ages at home. And por-
traits of model Englishmen might be
introduced, in hopes of some change
for the better taking place in a cos-
tume which, however commodious, is
far from elegant, and a fashion of cut-
ting the beard which destroys all the
manly dignity of the face. These
outward things may appear trifles,
but they have to do with the artistic
or inartistic character of a nation.
Our countrymen must seem to foreign-
ers to be great admirers of their own
faces, as they set their ruddy breadth
in a frame of red or golden whiskers,
as stiff and formal as a picture-frame.
Why must this tasteless fashion be
an heirloom for ever ? The favoris a
lacotelette are a favourite subject of
joke with the French. So with many
other minor matters. A country pos-
sessing the most glorious variety of
natural features of almost any in the
world, and building upon this founda-
tion an unrivalled school of landscape-
painting, such as we dare to say the
old masters of Italy have never sur-
passed ; possessing, moreover, an abun-
dance of architectural models ; is in-
habited by a race of people of Egyp-
tian rigidity in their customs, cos-
tumes, and everyday life, who have
all to gain in this respect from con-
tact with the people of the Continent.
It was not always so ; it has only been
so since the working of the puritanical
and commercial leaven. Thankful we
ought to be that this social blight, the
vine-disease of our institutions, has
left our mountains and rivers, and ex-
quisite rural scenery, in great part
unscathed. Whatever man could do
to spoil nature he has done with us ;
but nature is happily eternal, and bad
taste is perishable. There is a limit
even to the mischief of formal planta-
tions, ugly buildings, intrusive facto-
ries, and model farms. The artist
may yet escape them all in the glo-
rious Highlands, the sea -indented
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rocks of Ireland, or the Arcadian
wilds of North Wales ; and he does
escape them ; and here, on the walls
of the Palais des Beaux Arts, are the
glorious evidences of that son of na-
ture having burst the chains of a
levelling, yet tyrannical, a formal,
yet barbarous civilisation. Let us
live and learn — and, learning, let us
teach.
Let the inhabitants of countries
where men live more easily, come to
the British artist and learn to paint
from nature. Interested, but bewilder-
ed and fatigued, we bid farewell to the
Paris Exhibition. The length and
breadth of the spaces to be traversed
in thebuildings makes walking through
them no light task ; and in parts there
is an oppressive lack of oxygen — or,
to speak more correctly, an oppressive
abundance of the carbonic acid which
human lungs elaborate : the finishing
stroke is given by a walk through
those galleries in the Palais des Beaux
Arts which are chiefly devoted to
drawings. We are glad to cross the
Champs Elysees, and devote a quar-
ter of an hour to the exhibition of
flowers and fruits in the garden on
the opposite side. The flower-show
is good, considering the time of the
year; and the fruit-show, as one would
expect, still better. Amongst the ob-
jects coming under the latter head are
some melons and gourds that might
have furnished a dessert to the king
of Brobdignag. We look at the front
of the Exhibition building as we come
out. It is a handsome piece of archi-
tecture, and ornaments its site. It
has often been said that the coup d'ceil
of the interior was inferior to that of
the Exhibition in Hyde Park. But
this seems a necessity of the whole
scheme. It might have equalled or
surpassed it, had an enormous palace
of glass been erected. But then such
a monster building could only have
answered a temporary purpose, and,
when the first excitement was over,
its contents would not have filled it.
As a permanent stone-building was
determined on, which should answer
a permanent purpose, it was necessary
to build the additional structures for
the temporary purpose, and to sacri-
fice unity of design. Looking at it in
this point of view, we cannot consider
the Paris Exhibition as in any respect
a failure by the side of our own ; and
it will leave on its site a handsome
monument, which may be devoted to
any national purpose. England has
profited by the Exhibition of 1851 in
greatly improving the designs of her
manufactures ; France has profited by
an immense progress in industrial pro-
duction. It must be taken into con-
sideration, that this success of France
has been achieved among the distrac-
tions of an engrossing war, while that
of England was effected in a period
of singular and profound tranquillity,
when the embers of the revolutionary
fires had been extinguished, and the
great tempest that has since over-
shadowed Europe was as yet a small
cloud, no bigger than a man's hand,
on the distant horizon. The whole
manner in which it has passed off
must be a subject of congratulation to
all wellwishers of both Great Britain
and France. It has given rise to that
brilliant visit of the Queen of England
to Paris, which will be remembered,
with the fall of Sebastopol, as one
of the two great historical events of
1855, and throw a lustre of a new
kind on the new empire to which the
old one was a stranger. Happy I was
to meet everywhere in Paris, both
high and low, with the symptoms of a
hearty international feeling. I cannot
help thinking that, at any time in the
modern history of France, a monarch
of Great Britain would have been
well received; but then it would have
been for the sake of the " spectacle"
more than for the sake of the country
or the person. Triumphal arches,
a long array of soldiers, and a crowd-
ing and shouting populace, constitute
a grand " spectacle," and the recep-
tion of a great personage may be
tumultuously brilliant even when it
is far from hearty. The Parisian
populace has a weakness for shows,
but the populace in all countries has
somewhat of the same character. The
populace of our own country would
have cheered Napoleon the First had
he made his entry into London in a
sufficiently imposing manner ; they
did cheer the Emperor Nicholas at
Ascot, and no doubt voted him
" a jolly good fellow" for giving
the Emperor's cup, — a present which,
by the way, he was handsome enough
to offer in spite of the war, but
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which the Jockey Club, as a mat-
ter of course, felt obliged to refuse.
No one was more lionised than Abd el
Kader when he first came to Paris,
but then it certainly may be said
that his presence there was a sign of
French prowess. Again, a queen of
England would always have been
well received, even when England
was unpopular, as the French people
are generous and chivalrous, and
would have appreciated the confi-
dence placed in them by a woman.
But the welcome which Paris gave
to our excellent Queen evidently
came from the hearts of her people.
The feeling appeared more enthu-
siastic and demonstrative in propor-
tion as the source from which it
proceeded was lower in the social
scale. I may mention, as an indica-
tion of this fact, the applause with
which one of the concluding scenes of
an historical drama, called "1'Histoire
de Paris," was received at the theatre
of the Porte St Martin, which is a
favourite resort of the Parisian bour-
geoisie. Two young men appear on
the stage in their shirt- sleeves, on
the point of fighting a deadly duel
with small swords. They are sup-
posed to typify the two nations so
long enemies. By the discovery that
the links of a broken gold chain
fitted to each other, they find out
that they are brothers, and rush into
each other's arms. We may con-
clude that the pulse of a higher class
had been felt before the managers
of the Opera Comique gave orders
for the painting of a new drop-scene,
one oval of which represented the
visit of the Emperor to Windsor
Castle, and the other the entrance
of the Queen into Paris. As the
drop-scene is intended to be perma-
nent, it must be supposed that it
was taken for granted that the feel-
ing it was meant to flatter would be
permanent likewise. In all the print-
shops, even in remote parts of the
town, the English soldiers are repre-
sented as bearing a prominent part
in the Crimean actions, and the
heroism of Inkermann and Balaklava
has been abundantly celebrated. Nor,
chilling as it may be to our national
vanity, must it be supposed to have
weakened the union, that the English
army has missed the first prize in the
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Sebastopol campaign. The self-love
of France, thrown off its balance by
the disastrous results of the last
great European war, has thoroughly
recovered its equilibrium and solidity
by her having gained the earliest
laurels at the taking of Sebastopol.
It cannot be denied that the event,
which has been to France a singu-
larly unchequered triumph, is mixed
up with a degree of national dis-
appointment to England. Our leading
popular journals are ready enough
to throw the blame of our short-
comings on the generals and on those
who conduct the war, but the real
fault lies with the English people.
We have not shown, as a people,
a military spirit commensurate with
the resources, importance, and mag-
nitude of our country. We have
starved and crimped our army, and
our army has broken down not in
spirit but in strength, and stumbles in
the da}- of need. We have suffered
the heroes of Alma and Inkermann to
perish from want of the common
necessaries of life ; and this, had our
reserves been exhaustless, would
have branded us with eternal dis-
grace. But our weakness principally
lies in the fact, that we have no
reserves to fall back upon. Though
a nation of shopkeepers, we put our
best goods in the window ; and when
they are used up, there are -no
more in the stores to fill their places.
Our poor Whig ministers, in spite of
all that is said against them, are
probably doing the best that their
limited intelligence allows. Even
now, when we have received from
success a warning as loud as any
that national misfortune could have
given us, there is no popular cry for
an organisation of the army adequate
to the population, character, and
resources of the country. The militia
in time of war, instead of being made
up of stray recruits, attracted by
" a roving disposition, " and the
charms of bounty - money, which
quickly dissolves into beer, ought to
be composed of the whole male popu-
lation of the country, under certain
limitations ; and serving in it, if not
seen by all in the light of a duty,
ought to be made a matter of com-
pulsion. If this were the state of
the case, we should have volunteers
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for the line sufficient, without a con-
scription, to keep up at all times a
standing array worthy to take the
field on equal terms with that of
France. Some of us are quite satis-
fied to appropriate the successes of
the French, and like a lazy horse
in a pair going up-hill, to shirk our
own share of the work, and throw
it upon the forward and high-spirited
yoke-fellow. And yet the few men we
had in this last affair covered them-
selves with glory. "Would there had
been more of them ! The security of
our shores — an advantage, doubtless,
in some respects— giveslittle hope that
this state of things will, at least
for the present, be changed for a
better. We spend our energies in
talking, and writing leading- articles,
and letters from correspondents, and
speechifying at public dinners. Never
was a war more talked about,
written about, than the present.
Our print-shops and map-shops are
full of delineations of places to be
besieged, in every respect most ac-
curate. We get them up, and leave
them alone. We know the Crimea,
and Cronstadt, and the shores of the
Baltic and Black Seas, better than we
know the shape of Cornwall. We
are angry and impatient with Gov-
ernment if we do not get a new
telegraphic despatch every day. As
for financial matters — in everything
else an economical, nation — in war
we are deplorably extravagant. We
make our money like horses, and
spend it like asses. But in spite of
all this, paradoxical as it may appear,
there exists in the nation an in-
domitable martial spirit, and no cir-
cumstance bears higher testimony to
the valour of our countrymen than
this, that both officers and men come
forward to be sent on a distant service,
where heroism is sacrificed to muddle
and mismanagement, and devotion
will gain little reward but the self-
applause of a good conscience. Our
navy still holds its supremacy ; but it
has not been allowed to display its
full strength, partly because the enemy
has not accepted its challenge, partly
because we have not chosen to modify
it according to the exigencies of the
war: but our army, in spite of our
wonderful sacrifices, must be for some
time to come, even under the best ma-
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nagement, secondary and subsidiary
to that of France ; and for this simple
reason, that no excellence of quality
can make up for its deficiency in
quantity. Perhaps it is well that
we should be thus humbled. We
have been too proud ; and we ought
to be thankful that our humiliation
has come from our friends and not
from our enemies, and has not taken
the shape of national disaster. If any-
thing additional was wanted to bind
our hearts to the French nation, it is
found in the modesty and generosity
with which they appreciate our alliance,
and are ready to share with us, on
equal terms, all the glories attending
our united efforts ; for none will deny
that we too have made great efforts,
however ill-regulated and misdirected
by the civil authorities. But what-
ever view we may take of the
events of the present war, the
French alliance is a great fact, which
makes us, in spite of ourselves, san-
guine for the future. The last step of
international reconciliation was taken
when our Queen consented to visit the
tomb of Napoleon the First. What a
fine subject that would have made for
Paul de la Roche, or any other great
historical painter. The Queen of
England stands by the last resting-
place of England's greatest antagonist,
and, with a countenance, shown by
torch-light in the gloom, not melting
in unjustifiable penitence, but full of
a generous admiration and respectful
sympathy, adds, with her own gentle
hand, one more immortelle to the thou-
sands that have been offered there,
while France looks on and applauds
in the person of the reigning sovereign.
We do not much care for ' the facts ;
but such should be the sketch for this
grand picture.
I must add a few words, Irenseus,
on the route which I chose for my late
visit to Paris. It was that by Havre
and Southampton. I chose it for
change, but I need not tell you that
it is by far the most interesting and
picturesque route. When I arrived
at Havre, on my way out, I found the
town greatly changed since my last
visit to it in 1840. It is a place full of
life and activity, and undeniably
amusing. It is an important manu-
facturing town, a busy seaport, and a
fashionable bathing-place. The suburb
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of Ingouville climbs to the summit of
the high cliff which overhangs it, aiid
has somewhat of an Italian aspect, its
villas and gardens standing for the
most part alone, and being laid out
with great taste. With all my preju-
dice against manufactories and tall
chimneys, I cannot deny that the opu-
lence they produce may be directed
to civic embellishments which are a
counterpoise to their necessary un-
sightliness ; and in a place of new
growth like Havre, I have, but a mo-
dified objection to them. It is other-
wise with Rouen. I mounted the
same hill overhanging Rouen which I
climbed fifteen years ago. The bend-
ing Seine, studded with islands, wore
the same bright face as ever. The
medieval capital of English France
retained all its grand historical asso-
ciations, and its noble churches still
reared their time-honoured towers in
the midst of it. But the flat country
on the opposite banks of the Seine was
disfigured with numerous factories,
and resembled the country round
Chesterfield or Wolverhampton. This
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was to me positively painful. These
things have their places; but here,
in a scene of extraordinary natural
beauty, and hallowed with a thousand
memories, they appeared sadly out of
place. But France belongs to the
French, and not to us. If she will
have commerce and manufactures,
and develop the spirit of trade as part
of her present system, we have the
last right to quarrel with her : the
mischief is done with our coals. All
we can do is to mend our own ways ;
and by observing the ugliness of the
mote in our neighbour's eye, consider
the beam in our own. If France be-
comes more practical and utilitarian,
we must become more poetical and
artistic, and thus perhaps we shall at
last meet together half way, and the
lives of the nations which have waged
war side by side, will continue to flow
on together, without contentions or
bickerings, but with harmonious emu-
lations, exulting and abounding, down
the fair broad channel of peace.
Your loving friend,
TLEPOLEMUS.
THE STORY OF THE CAMPAIGN.
CHAPTER XXX. — THE GENERAL ASSAULT.
THE day before the fire opened, the
generals of the two armies had finally
settled the duration of the cannonade
and the hour of the assault. The
French were decided by the consider-
ation that the nature of the ground
would not allow them to push their
approaches on the Malakoff and the
Little Redan closer without great loss,
and the operation of running a gallery
beneath the enemy's counterscarp, or
rampart, would take up eight or ten
days, which delay, it was considered,
would be prejudicial to the success of
the assault. The enemy had begun a
second line of works behind those of the
Malakoff, and, if permitted to finish
them, a troublesome obstacle might
still exist after the Malakoff was taken.
Therefore, on the fourth day of the
cannonade, at noon (Sept. 8), the at-
tempt was to be made.
A strong gale, which had on the pre-
vious day blown towards the enemy,
now changed round straight in our
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faces. The smoke drifting and eddy-
ing in thin veils before the city and
its defences, rendered them almost in-
visible. The fine earth of the trenches,
dried to the lightness of sand by the
sun, was blown in clouds from the
parapets, rendering it difficult and
even painful to look over them. The
fire of the French on the left was as
fierce]as ever; ours, which, though very
sustained, had not, owing to the delay
of ships with ammunition, hitherto
exerted its full vigour, was increased
to the utmost from daybreak ; and the
Mammelon, the batteries before it, and
the White Works, all opened, thus
completing the semicircle of fire which
enveloped the ramparts of the city.
The enemy replied only by an occa-
sional gun.
Shortly before noon, General Simp-
son and his staff entered the first pa-
rallel of our left attack. From hence
a view was obtained of the Malakoff,
which, together with the curtain and
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the Little Redan, was to be first at-
tacked ; and the tricolor hoisted on it,
and repeated in the Mammelon, where
General Pelissier had stationed him-
self, was to be the signal that the
French had made good their footing,
when a simultaneous attack on the
Redan and on the Central Bastion
covering the town would compel the
enemy's attention to those points.
A short description of the works on
the French right, comprised between
the Karabelnaia Ravine and the Ra-
vine of Careening Bay, will render
the details clearer.
The Malakoff hill is an eminence
towering over all the rest. The stone
building known by us as the Round
Tower, which was of semicircular
•form, had originally an upper storey,
and on the flat roof a battery was
mounted. In the first urgency of de-
fence this tower had been regarded as
the citadel of this part of the works,
and the earthen rampart covering it,
following its shape, was also made semi-
circular, and was called by the French
and Russians the Kornileff Bastion.
Eventually an entire enclosed work,
in the form of an irregular redoubt,
had been made in rear of the tower,
communicating with the left flank of
the work covering it. The upper part
of the tower, rendered ruinous in our
first bombardment, had been long since
pulled down, and only a small portion
of the masonry of the lower storey
appeared over the ramparts.
From the right of the tower a line
of rampart, known as the Gervais
Battery, extended to the Karabelnaia
Ravine. On the left, towards Careen-
ing Bay, at 500 yards from Malakofi^
was a smaller eminence crowned with
an irregular work, known by the Rus-
sians as Bastion No. 2, by us as the
Little Redan ; and a line of intrench-
ment connected these two salients,
known in military phrase as the Cur-
tain. Finally, the Russian line of
defence was completed by a rampart
extending from the Little Redan to
the Great Harbour, at the junction of
which with Careening Bay was Bastion
No. 1, one of whose batteries sweeps
the ground in front of the Little
Redan.
The first parallel made by the
French in advance after they gained
the Mammelon, extended from the
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Karabelnaia Ravine to that of Careen-
ing Bay. The second, 100 yards in
advance of this, touched the Careen-
ing Ravine, but extended on the left
only far enough to embrace the works
of the Malakoff; and from this, two
lines of zigzag trench were pushed, the
one on the Kornileff Bastion, the other
on the inner or proper right face of the
Little Redan. The former approach
had reached within fifteen yards of the
Malakoff ditch, the latter to about
thirty yards from the Little Redan,
where the ground became so stony that
there was great difficulty in working.
As a precaution to deceive the ene-
my, the French had, the night before
the assault, broken out the commence-
ment of a new sap, and had also, in
the morning, exploded two or three
mines, which they were accustomed
to do to loosen the earth where they
intended to work ; and the Russians
were thus induced to believe that they
meant to advance closer before the
assault. The French troops were also
assembled in the trenches with all
possible secresy ; moreover, the Rus-
sians, knowing we had always assault-
ed either in the morning or evening,
considered themselves safe during the
middle of the day ; and so completely
unexpected was the assault, that, at
the moment it was given, the troops
in the Malakoff were just being re-
lieved. The usual mode of doing this
is to introduce the new garrison be-
fore withdrawing the old ; but so hot
was the fire of our shells, that,. during
the bombardment, they marched out
the old troops before introducing the
relief; and thus it happened, that at
this most important moment the work
was unusually ill- prepared for resist-
ance.
The French columns of attack, num-
bering, reserves and all, 24,000, being
all ready in the trenches, precisely at
twelve o'clock the assault began.
There were three points to be assail-
ed,—1st, The middle of the Kornileff
Bastion; 2d, The curtain near its
centre ; 3d, The inner face of the
Little Redan,— and all were attacked
and entered almost simultaneously.
The first column, throwing some
planks across the ditch of the Korni-
leff Bastion, at the point where the
circular form prevented it from being
seen from the flanks, rushed through
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that work and got possession of the
redoubt almost without a struggle.
But some of the garrison were, at the
moment of attack, in the bomb-proof
chamber at the base of the Round
Tower, whose loop-holed wall looks
on the rear of the interior, from
whence they began to annoy the
French extremely, and kept a large
space clear from the assailants. A
reminiscence of their Algerine expe-
rience helped our allies in this diffi-
culty. General MacMahon, collect-
ing a quantity of gabions from the
works around, heaped them round the
tower, and set them on fire, when
the garrison made signs of surrender.
But no sooner had this measure suc-
ceeded than it occurred to the general
that there might possibly be mines in
the neighbourhood which would be
killed men and officers in the Mam-
melon. To support the attack of the
infantry, some field - artillery was
brought on the scene. In anticipa-
tion of such a measure, a road had
been levelled straight across the
trenches, and the gaps filled with
gabions ; these were thrown down by
sappers posted behind them as the
guns approached, and a troop of
French horse- artillery, galloping by
from the rear, and losing a good
many horses as it went, emerged on
the level space between the French
works and the Curtain, and its six
12-pounders came into action against
the ramparts. It was a deed of great
daring ; the ground was swept by the
Russian guns as well as those still
serviceable in the works, and the
musketry of the Little Redan and
exploded by the burning gabions, and » Curtain fired at a range which ren-
he looked hastily round for some
means of extinguishing them. For-
tunately intrenching -tools were at
hand; a trench was dug along the
course of the fire, and the earth heap-
ed on it, which put it out. And here
occurred a singular chance — the trench
thus dug laid bare the wires placed
by the Russians to fire a mine, which
were immediately cut and rendered
useless. After this, though the battle
raged hotly round the Malakoff, and
several desperate attempts were made
to retake it, the French never found
their possession of it endangered.
When the columns entered, the
French officers in the trenches, be-
lieving the victory secure, fell to em-
bracing one another, in token of con-
gratulation. These rejoicings, how-
ever, were premature. The two right
columns presently returned from the
Curtain and Little Redan, having
found the fire of musketry from the
retrenchment, and of field-artillery
posted on various commanding points
of the interior, too hot to be sup-
ported. The crowded trenches were
ploughed through by the enemy's
shot ; numbers were killed among
the reserves in rear ; and three Rus-
sian steamers coming up near the
mouth of Careening Bay, in spite
of a French battery lately erected
on the opposite point, the guns of
which could not probably be suffi-
ciently depressed to bear upon them,
also enfiladed the approaches, and
dered their aim deadly. In taking
up such a position, these field-guns
achieved a novel and brilliant exploit,
and one which will no doubt be com-
memorated with pride in the annals
of the French artillery : but their gal-
lantry was unavailing ; they were im-
mediately crushed by the tremendous
fire, and withdrew, having lost a
great number of officers, men, and
horses, besides the captain, who was
killed.
The French supports advancing
when the stormers were repulsed, a
continual stream of men poured for
several hours between the French and
Russian works. The inside of the
assailed angle of the Little Redan
was heaped with dead, over whose
bodies others constantly advanced
and retired, till the struggle ceasing
at sunset left the Russians in posses-
sion of this work and the Curtain. In
the course of the afternoon a mine
had blown up near the Malakoff, and
appeared to those in the trenches to
explode in that work, creating great
uncertainty for its tenure ; and some
French officers, headed by General
de Cissey, leaping from the trenches,
made a movement to succour it ; but
as the dust cleared, the tricolor was
still seen floating on the ramparts.
The attacks on the Little Redan
cost the French near 4000 men. But,
though the work remained uncap-
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less of result, as, had the French de-
sisted from the attack, a large Rus-
sian force would have been set free
to join in the attempt to retake the
Malakoff.
In ten minutes from the commence-
ment of the attack, the signal-flag,
anxiously looked for from the English
trenches, was hoisted, and the storm-
ing party of 800 men of the 62d, 41st,
90th, and 97th regiments, with a de-
tachment of the 3d Buffs, carrying
ladders, and another of Rifles, to keep
down the fire from the ramparts,
issued from the trenches. First went
the Rifles, and, closely following
them, the ladder party, who had been
posted in the most advanced trench,
an unfinished one, about 150 yards
from the Redan. While crossing the
intervening space, a number of men
were wounded by grape from the
flanks, where several guns opened
fiercely, and a great many ladders
were dropt as the bearers fell; but
about six reached the ditch, into
which they were let down, and four
were transferred to the opposite side.
Though an assistance in descending
and mounting, they were not abso-
lutely essential, as many officers and
men passed over the work without
their aid, so ruined was the slope by
the artillery fire. The stormers ad-
vanced without a pause, though the
grape thinned them as they went, and
part of them entered at once, when
the Russians within, seemingly sur-
prised, fled without resistance. Had
the whole of the storming party now
pushed on, followed by efficient sup-
port, it is probable that we might
have secured possession of the work.
But an opinion which I had previous-
ly heard from our engineers, that the
long period of duty in the trenches
would be found, without diminishing
the intrepidity of the troops, to im-
pair their dash, and make them un-
duly careful of obtaining cover, was
now confirmed. Most of those who
reached the parapet lay down there
and began to fire, while those officers
and men who had entered extended
over a space reaching to the third or
fourth gun on each side. Recovering
from their first panic, the Russians
began to return, and large reinforce-
ments constantly arrived, emerging,
probably, from the subterranean
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chambers of the work. These began
a hot fire, standing partly across the
open space thirty or forty yards from
the salient, partly behind the tra-
verses and embrasures. This desul-
tory combat lasted about a quarter of
an hour, during which many officers
and men distinguished themselves by
gallant attempts to head a rush
against the enemy, ending in the im-
mediate fall of the leaders ; then our
supports advanced in a large square
column, and the former scene was
renewed. Small parties of men led
by their officers got over the parapet,
but the number actually within the
work was never sufficient for its cap-
ture, while the enemy received con-
stant reinforcements from the rear.
All this time the rattle of small-
arms was incessant, and showed a
great number of men to be engaged in
and about the Redan ; but the duration
of the struggle created unpleasant
doubts in the minds of those in the
trenches. We saw the stormers first,
then the supports, advance, disappear
in the ditch, and reappear on the pa-
rapet; then all became smoke and
confusion. The guns in the faces of
the Redan were almost silenced, but
those in the flanks continued to fire,
while several other Russian batteries
suddenly opened, and sent shot thick-
ly over all parts of our trenches. After
a time we could see Russian soldiers
standing in the embrasures of the
faces of the Redan, loading, and firing
into the interior of the work. At the
end of an hour, the number of men
seen hastening back, proved that we
had suffered a repulse. The enemy
had come up in overpowering numbers,,
and the assailants suddenly gave way;
all rushed from the place at once, car-
rying their officers with them, many of
whom were swept off their feet by the
tide of fugitives. Numbers fell on the
way back, and all the advanced trenches
were thronged three or four deep by
those who flocked into them.
There had been two brass field-guns
in the Redan when our men entered,
and these the Russians, immediately
after the repulse, placed in embra-
sures, where their green wheels were
plainly visible, and began firing on
our trenches, and on the French on
the slope before the Malakoff. Two
or three of our guns were directed on
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them, and struck and silenced both.
The heavy guns of the Redan, some of
which had been spiked by our people,
scarcely fired at all after the attack.
Messengers came at intervals from
General Pelissier, to report the pro-
gress of the French, saying they had
made good their footing in the Mala-
koff, and could hold it, but were
hard pressed on the right. How the
day had gone with them on the left
was not known till afterwards.
At the same time as the English
attacked the Redan, the French on the
left attempted to enter the Central
Bastion. The guns along the front of
the Russian works here had been al-
most silenced by the vigour of the
French fire, and the stormers reached
the ditch without difficulty. But the
obstacles here were even more formid-
able than on the right; and though
200 or 300 Frenchmen succeeded
in penetrating at one point of the
Bastion, and remained there some
time, they were unable to support the
fire from the interior defences, or to
make head against the overwhelming
force of the Russians, and retreated to
their trenches, with a loss on this side
of about 600 killed and wounded. One
regiment (the 42d) lost thirty officers
out of forty-five, and two generals
were killed here. The Russians ex-
ploded a mine in this attack, which
•caused great loss to the assailants.
The smoke from the Russian bat-
teries clearing after the repulse, we
<:ould see the salient of the Redan
heaped with red-coated dead. When
•our men first issued forth to assault, I
saw a rifleman knocked over half-way
across. As soon as he dropt, he be-
gan rolling over and over, till, reach-
ing a hollow, he lay still there. To-
wards evening he lifted up his head, and
looked cautiously round, and, rising,
ran a short distance, when a bullet
striking near him, he dropt behind a
bush. After a time he rose again,
and this time got over the nearest
parapet, where a comrade received
and assisted him. Far away to the
right we could see some Russians
•clinging to the houses of the Karabel-
naia suburb, close up to the ditch of
the Malakoff, till they were scattered
by shells from our guns in the Quar-
ries ; while on the French extreme
right, which we could not see, a con-
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tinued fire of small-arms told that the
struggle which ended in the repulse of
the French from the Little Redan was
still undecided. The sun went duski-
ly down, and darkness found us doubt-
fully speculating on the results of the
day. The general opinion was that
the Russian defence, though now
hopeless, would be protracted till the
French guns from the Malakoff should
open; but no one guessed that the
enemy was at that moment abandon-
ing the place, though General Pelissier
at one time appears to have thought so,
for I heard one of the messengers who
came from him to General Simpson
state that the Russians were passing
the harbour in great numbers, appar-
ently in full retreat. These, however,
were supposed to be parties conduct-
ing prisoners to the north side.
The Russians committed, in con-
structing their most important de-
fences, those of the Malakoff, two con-
siderable errors. First, they adapt-
ed the trace of their intrenchment to
the shape of the stone tower it was
intended to cover, which was the arc
of a circle : thus, at the middle of the
arc, the ditch could not be seen from
the flanks, as it could have been if
the salient had been carried out to an
angle; and a most important point
was left without other defence than
the direct fire from its own parapet —
that is to say, there was one spot
where, standing on the edge of the
ditch, you could see no other
portion of the works than the part
of the rampart immediately be-
fore you — and this was the point at
which the French threw their bridge.
The other error was even more
fatal — it was that of making the Ma-
lakoff an enclosed work. The first
error enabled the French to penetrate
the work— the second to hold it. Had
it, like the Redan, been open in rear,
the defenders might have returned in
force and maintained the struggle ;
but, once lost, it became as great an
obstacle to the Russians as it had
been to the French.
My faith in historical narrative,
founded in anything else than personal
observation, has been greatly shaken
by the numerous instances in which,
during the present campaign, anec-
dotes, apparently trustworthy, have
subsequently appeared untrue. The
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information I collected to add to my
own observation of the events just
narrated, did not always bear sifting,
and several particulars were given
me by eyewitnesses, who had the
best opportunities of watching the
course of events, which an examina-
tion of the ground convinced me
were erroneous. In these moments
of intense interest and excitement,
the imagination has undue sway, and
gaps are filled up by suppositions
adopted merely for their plausibility
and convenience, till it is difficult to se-
parate fact from fiction, and the whole
assumes the coherent and circumstan-
tial air of perfect truth. Unfortunately,
the prettiest and most poetical inci-
dents are such as frequently dwindle
to nothing under a strict scrutiny, and
I have often been sorry to relinquish
the agreeable fictions.
CHAPTER XXXI. — THE LAST HOURS OP SEBASTOPOL.
There was but little sleep that night
in the camps. Successive explosions
of the most tremendous description
shook the whole plateau, making tent
and hut quiver as if in an earthquake.
The information thus loudly given,
that the enemy was about to abandon
the place, was confirmed soon after
midnight in a singular manner.
An officer had lost a friend in the
assault of the Redan, and his regi-
ment being one of those occupying
the advanced trenches, he prevailed
on twenty volunteers to accompany
him in the search for the body. Not
finding it among the dead in the open
ground, he advanced towards, the
ditch. All was silent ; he entered
the ditch, which was of easy descent,
and still finding no obstacle, and no
sign of the presence of the enemy, he
and his men went softly up the ram-
part. There was no token of life or
motion ; the guns were there, the iron
guardians of the city, but they alone
remained.
It was intended that the Highland
regiments, which had relieved those
of the light and second divisions in
the advanced trenches, should at
daybreak repeat the assault. But,
in case this attack also should fail,
and an advance by sap become ulti-
mately necessary, the trenches were
meanwhile pushed forward. The
engineer conducting them suspected,
from the silence, that the enemy had
deserted the work, and a corporal of
sappers, creeping stealthily forward,
returned with the intelligence that
all was still within. This being
reported to Sir Colin Campbell, he
called for ten volunteers from each
of the Scotch regiments to ascertain
the truth. These, advancing at a
run, crossed the ditch ; a 93d man
standing on the rampart shouted out
his name in token that he was the
first to scale it ; and, entering, they
found the place empty.
On the night before the assault,
two considerable fires — one near
Fort Nicholas, the result of shells
from our thirteen-inch mortars, the
other in the town — had burnt briskly,
and the conflagration continued next
day. These the garrison tried to
stop. In the evening of the 8th the
figures of many men might be seen
darkly hovering on the roofs of a
large building, where they were try-
ing to extinguish the flames that lit
up the whole interior, and burst from
every window. But now their efforts
were all for destruction. After every
explosion the fires augmented, till,
towards morning, the whole city and
its suburbs were in flames, sending
one vast column of smoke upward,
which leaned heavily, from the pres-
sure of the wind, now almost lulled
by the cannonade, towards the head
of the harbour, over which it hung
in a vast canopy. Soon after day-
break, one terrific explosion, surpass-
ing all the rest, pealed through the
camp, and a cloud, which seemed
like the upheaving of the whole pro-
montory, rose in earthy volumes, and
hung for a space a blot upon the
landscape, pierced murkily by the
rays of the rising sun. The har-
bour gleamed of a dusky yellow
amid the dark- grey hazy capes and
buildings. Fort Paul, veiled in smoke,
but visible, remained standing on its
jutting mole till afternoon, when a
fire in a building near communicated
with its magazine, and it was hurled
into the air. When the dust of the
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explosion subsided, nothing was left
of it but a heap of loose stones.
The continual explosions by no
means prevented enterprising French-
men from searching the town for
valuables. I met one party who had
been plundering a church : one man
had an immense bible bound in green
velvet, another displayed a white
altar-cloth with a gold cross em-
broidered on it, a third was partly
attired in the vestments of a priest.
I told the adventurer with the altar-
cloth that the bishop would excom-
municate him ; to which he replied
by a gesture by no means flattering
to episcopacy.
The motives of the Russians in
setting fire to the city are not quite
clear, or, at any rate, are question-
able in point of expediency. At the
conclusion of the war, they might
look on it as likely that they would
resume possession, and this consider-
ation might have restrained them.
But their traditionary stroke of policy
in burning Moscow seems to have
impressed on the national mind a
general idea of the virtue of incen-
diarism ; and the catastrophe of Rus-
sian towns and fortresses, like that
of a Vauxhall entertainment, would
appear incomplete without a general
conflagration.
The whole garrison withdrew un-
molested under cover of the night,
and destroyed the end of the bridge
of rafts on our side of the harbour.
The bursting mines and blazing
streets prevented an entrance in the
dark, and it was not till after day-
break that the Allies were within the
works in any numbers, when the
only Russians captured were a few —
some of them wounded — who were
found lurking in pits and holes, and
who had perhaps remained to fire
some of the mines.
The bodies of those slain in the
assault were collected in the ditch of
the Redan. Riflemen and soldiers
of the line lay together in all pos-
tures— some shattered, some with
their wounds not visible — here a
bearded sergeant, there a boy-recruit
lying on a tangle of blood-stained
bodies, fragments of limbs, and pro-
truding stumps ; amid which appear-
ed here and there, in frightful con-
trast to such ghastly pillows, a face
calm as in calmest sleep. The dead
Russians were placed together at one
end, and when all were collected, the
earth of the slope was shovelled over,
and the rampart they had fought for
formed above assailant and defender
a common funeral mound.
The interior of the Redan is a wide,
level space, filled with debris of all
kinds — fragments of gabions, broken
guns and carriages, beams hurled from
exploded magazines, and chasms made
by bursting shells. Parallel to the
faces of the work, and in rear of the
guns, are mounds of earth in the form
of traverses, revetted with gabions,
containing splinter- proof chambers for
a part of the garrison ; but the greater
part of these found shelter underneath
the surface of the whole interior space,
where a kind of subterranean barrack,
capable of holding many hundred men
in its low, flat cells, and entered by
several short descending galleries, had
been constructed. From the Redan
a continuous line of batteries extends
down the hill almost to the Karabel-
naia Ravine, where the pass is de-
fended by a ditch and parapet for
musketry ; and the end of the ravine,
instead of sweeping, as might be sup-
posed, down to an inlet, slopes curi-
ously upward to a point at the edge
of the harbour-bank, where a battery
looks along its course. The guns in
these batteries and in most of the de-
fences were worked, as on board ship,
with breechings to prevent recoil, and
these breechings had been cut through
before the enemy abandoned them.
At two or three places a heap of slain
Russian gunners were collected behind
their batteries, whose bodies wore
terrible marks of shot and shell ;
numbers were headless, some cut ab-
solutely in two, with the upper or
lower half wanting ; some torn open,
some with great holes in their skulls ;
and detached from the group might
be sometimes seen a human thigh or
shoulder. All the way down, the
underground habitations were con-
tinued, showing how terrible must
have been the fire which rendered
works of such labour necessary, and
giving a lamentable idea of the life of
the wretched occupants, whose mo-
ments of relief from the service of the
batteries were thus passed in dark,
crowded collars. Crossing the ravine,
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you are at the foot of the steep hill or
mound of the Malakoff, whose redoubt
stretches across the summit, one side
of its rampart looking along the in-
terior of the more advanced Redan,
and sweeping the whole space down
to the inner harbour. The battery
extending up the slope to the re-
doubt is the Gervais Battery ; and
here the French stormers, quitting
the Malakoff, had attempted to pass
down the hill, and bodies of Zouaves
and Chasseurs were scattered about.
In some places numbers had been
engaged hand to hand, in others men
had fallen darkly and unnoted, and
lay unseen till, in some narrow pas-
sage, you stumbled over their bodies.
A Frenchman lay in one of these
spots, near a magazine, from the door
of which protruded a pair of boots :
the wearer, a Russian, lay dead in
the dark receptacle, into which he had
probably crept when wounded, and
perished close to his enemy. In
this battery near the Malakoff, was a
small chamber hollowed in the ram-
part, which had apparently been a
surgery, for a Russian soldier, half-
stript, as if to get at his wound, lay
-dead on his back on a table of plank.
A Russian lay in one of the passages
between a traverse and the rampart,
his face covered by the cape of his
coat. Fancying I saw him breathe
as I passed, I stooped to uncover his
face; but he silently resisted, as if
-desirous of dying in peace. I pointed
him out to some Frenchmen engaged
in removing the wounded.
The Malakoff redoubt was a large
enclosed work, its interior crossed by
huge traverses, with a row of open
doorways along one side of each ;
stooping to enter which, you found
yourself in a long, low, narrow cham-
ber, extending along the length of the
traverse, with soldiers' pallets spread
on the floor as thickly as the space
allowed, for the garrison to repose on
in the intervals of relief. In two open
spots were collected the ordnance in-
jured and dismounted by our fire —
guns of all sizes, some half buried, all
dragged there out of the way. From
the Malakoff to the Little Redan, be-
hind the Curtain, is a wide open space
terminated towards the harbour by
the retrenchment which the Russians
had begun to throw up. All this
space, almost paved with iron, so
thick lay the fragments of shells, was
covered with bodies of Frenchmen
and Russians, some of the latter still
alive ; and two vivandieres were mov-
ing about giving water to those who
needed it. In the corner of the Little
Redan, which also, notwithstanding
its name, is an enclosed work, had
been the principal struggle, and French
and Russians lay heaped there to-
gether in great numbers. In another
corner was a chasm made by an ex-
ploded mine ; planks had been thrust
down the side of it, and the Russian
bodies, brought to the edge, were
placed on the planks, down which
they rolled, rigidly vibrating, to the
bottom of their ready-made sepulchre.
The most frightful spectacle of all was
in a corner of the Malakoff: it was
the corpse of a man who had been
killed by the explosion either of a
mine or a large shell — probably the
former. Not a vestige of clothes re-
mained on the body, from which the
hair and features had been also burnt ;
the legs were doubled back, the chest
torn open and shrivelled, and the
whole figure blasted into the appear-
ance of an ape or mummy.
Outside the Curtain, between it and
the French trenches, burial - parties
brought the dead Frenchmen and laid
them side by side on the grass. Even
here the peculiar national taste for
effect was visible in the arrangement
of the rows of bodies in symmetrical
figures. About one thousand lay there,
and all had not been collected— chas-
seurs, indigenes, and soldiers of the
line ; but no Zouaves, for these last
had attacked the Malakoff. Lord
George Paget, passing the place at
the time, saw one of the bodies move,
and pointed out the circumstance : the
man was examined, found alive, and
conveyed to the hospital, and thus
preserved from a fate the most hor-
rible.
Mines and magazines left by the
Russians continued to explode at in-
tervals, and there were some others
which the fire failed to ignite. I had
been asleep about an hour that night,
having lain down in full confidence of
getting the first night's sound rest I had
enjoyed for a week, when I was roused
by a summons to convey directions
for the swamping of a mine, which
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had been discovered in the cellar of a
large building in the barrack. As I
rode across the dark plains on this
errand, a fringe of clear flame marked
the outline of the hill the city stands
on. Two deserters or prisoners had
told of the existence of this mine,
which was a large magazine of powder-
barrels in a cellar, surrounded by loose
powder to catch any stray sparks :
it was rendered harmless by a party
of artillerymen.
A cordon of sentries had been drawn
round the whole place, and none but
general officers, or those having pass-
ports, were at first allowed to enter
the town or works, except on duty.
On the 10th I accompanied Sir
Richard Dacres into the place. We
entered the Centre Bastion, where
the French had been repulsed, and
afterwards made a circuit of the walls
nearly down to the sea, passing the
• scene of contest of the 22d and 23d of
May, and re-entering the place at a
large folding-door in a wall of masonry
rising from the ditch. Here we were
in a suburb of ruined hovels, roofless
and windowless, and pierced with
shot ; and, from an eminence, looked
across the ravine at the best-built
portion of the skeleton city. Some
houses were still smoking, and one or
two were in flames, especially near
Fort Nicholas. The streets of the
suburbs, far from being paved, were
rough and rocky as a mountain-path,
but in the heart of the city itself were
several wide streets, extending in long
perspective towards the harbour, hav-
ing trottoirs, and bordered by houses
of a better stamp than the others,
though by no means equal to the
average habitations in an English
town of the same magnitude. The
churches, and most considerable
buildings, stand along the crest
of the hill, looking, on one side,
to the Black Sea, on the other
to the Inner Harbour. Towards the
latter a large garden extends down
the hill. Two buildings which had
often fixed our glances from the
trenches, the one surrounded with a
colonnade, the other bristling with
pinnacles, were both churches. The
-columns of the former, which were
not of stone, but of some composition,
had been struck by shot in several
places, and huge pieces knocked away.
From the colonnade, at one end of this
building, nearly the whole scene of
contest was visible — the Garden Bat-
teries, the Creek Battery bordering
the head of the Inner Harbour, and
sweeping the ground where Eyre's
brigade had suffered so severely on
the 18th June, the interior of the
Redan, and the hill of the Malakoff, and,
beyond, the plains furrowed with our
trenches. Passing down a road par-
allel to the inner harbour, we crossed
on a wharf between the Creek Battery
and the water, and entered the arsenal,
which lies along the edge of the inlet,
and contains many rows of ordnance
never used, cast, as our own used to
be, at the Carron Foundry. The road
from thence to the barracks behind
the Redan, lying at the foot of the
steep hill, is pitted with shell holes.
The barrack in rear of the Redan is
a huge quadrangle of several storeys,
with smaller buildings interspersed,
the walls pitted with shot, with gaping
chasms here and there, and the roofs
perforated like a cullender. Along
the ground between this and the Ma-
lakoff is the Karabelnaia suburb,
a large collection of insignificant stone
houses, with a few of better class
among them, the whole smashed into
one shapeless mass of ruin, and for the
most part completely uninhabitable.
A great many cats and a few dogs,
nevertheless, adhered to their ancient
homes, the latter skulking and down-
cast, the former making for their
retreats in a great hurry when any
one approached. Behind the suburb,
at the edge of the dockyard basin, is
a loop-holed wall plentifully marked
with shot. The docks are in the deep
dry basin at the head of the dockyard
creek, a small branch of the inner har-
bour. Along the water's edge is a
very spacious well-built barrack left
unconsumed amid the surrounding
flames, the reason of which became
apparent on the afternoon of the 10th,
when a steamer came across with a
flag of truce, to ask for the wounded
left in these buildings when the garri-
son retreated ; and this was the first
intimation we had of their presence on
our side of the harbour.
The scene that ensued was a climax
of the horrors of war. In these vast
apartments, and in the cellars beneath,
not less than two thousand desperately
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wounded men had been laid. It is
scarcely possible to conceive a situation
more horrible than theirs, for two
days and nights lying here, helpless,
and tortured by wounds, without
assistance, and without nourishment,
surrounded by flaming buildings and
exploding mines. When the place
was entered, about five hundred re-
mained alive, and were transferred in
a lamentable condition to the steamer.
The corpses of the rest were buried
by our troops. In one room alone
seven hundred dead were counted,
many of whom had undergone ampu-
tation. The sudden revealment of
the secrets of a churchyard would
disclose nothing half so horrible as
the spectacle of this cemetery above-
ground, where the dead lay in every
posture of agony, on and beside their
beds. One small cellar was altogether
filled with thebodies of Russian officers.
Three English officers?: wounded and
taken in the assault, were found here,
two of whom lived to be removed to
camp, where they lingered for a few
days.
On the night of the llth, the Rus-
sian steamers were burnt : those line-
of-battle ships not destroyed before,
had been sunk on the night of the 8th,
one close to Fort Paul, where its huge
masts and tops projected high above
the water, a kind of satire on the
Third Point of the Conference, re-
specting the limitation of the Russian
naval power in the Black Sea ; and
the fleet of Sebastopol thus become
utterly extinct. The captain of the
Vladimir, who came with the flag of
truce, boasted to Captain Keppel of
the speed of his vessel, and, it is said,
avowed his intention of running the
gauntlet of our fleet, and trying to
make his way to Odessa ; but the
gale which prevented our fleet from
weighing to take part in the assault,
also defeated his project, and the Vla-
dimir was burnt with the rest.
So ended amid death and destruc-
tion the great siege of Sebastopol.
The drama, with its many dull tedious
passages, and its many scenes of in-
tense and painful interest, extending
over nearly a year, had for actors the
three greatest nations of the earth,
and all the world for an audience. The
catastrophe solved many difficulties,
quieted many doubts, and falsified
many prophecies. Besides those fore-
boders who founded their prognostics
on reason, there were some seers who
traced in the campaign and siege the
fulfilment of revelation, and who
must now search elsewhere for the
great valley of Armageddon, a name
which they found to be merely He-
brew for Sebastopol, with such nicety
did their expositions correspond with
Scripture. But, indeed, so great were
the interests involved, so massive the
events, and so dark the uncertainty
which shrouded them, that others be-
sides visionaries have read in the pro-
gress of aff<airs the manifestations of
Divine interference ; and I have heard
of a French general, who characterised
the taking of the Malakoff as a thing
beyond expectation, " which was to
be, because else the flags of France
and England would have been trailed
in the dust." Pelissier's mode of ex-
pressing his sense of the fortune of
war was by a comparison drawn from,
ecarte : " Nous etions quatre d quatre,
et j'ai tourne le roi."
So ended, too, our first campaign.
Hitherto I, and doubtless most others
my contemporaries, had viewed in a
kind of epic light the men of Welling-
ton's campaigns, beside whose rich
and stirring youth ours seemed pale
and empty. Now we, too, had pass-
ed behind the scenes; we, too, had
been initiated into that jumble of
glory and calamity, war, and had
been acting history. In one step we
had passed from civilisation and
luxury, such as our fathers knew not
of, to a campaign of uncommon pri-
vation. We, too, knew of the mar-
shalling of hosts% the licensed devas-
tation, the ghastly burden of the
battle-lield, and the sensation of front-
ing death; and, henceforth, the pages
of military history, hitherto somewhat
dim and oracular, were for us illumi-
nated by the red light of experience.
The barren plateau, with which
the army of the East is now so
wearily familiar, has for France and
England an interest deeper than their
most cherished possessions. There
are few communities in either country
with whose memories it is not associ-
ated by the sad link of a citizen's
grave. The bones of a mighty host
are scattered here, Russian and Turk,
Frenchman and Englishman ; and if,
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as our Saxon forefathers believed, the
spirits of the departed hovered above
their resting-places, no dreary dell,
no hill, or plain, or trench -furrowed
slope, would be without its troop of
shadows. When these great armies
have departed, when the cities of
tents have vanished, and the last
echoes of the tramp of troops, the
hum of camps, and the roll of artil-
lery, have died away, these solitudes,
tenanted only by the fox and the
eagle, will continue for us and our
descendants a colony of the dead.
CHAPTER XXXII. — A RETROSPECT.
Thus by main force, strength
matched against strength, " in plain
and even shock of battle," France and
England had pushed Russia from her
stronghold. Such has been the course
of the campaign, so peculiar and ex-
ceptional, that it is not easy to say
what military lessons have been de-
rived from its incidents, or what ad-
vance in soldiership has been gained
by our army, beyond the experience
of encamping in the field in presence
of an enemy. But from our present
stand-point of an appreciable result
we may at least survey comprehen-
sively and clearly the events of the
campaign, and trace with something
like certainty the circumstances which
produced them.
The questions of the merits of the
policy pursued up to the time of the
departure from Varna, and the amount
of neglect attributable to the Govern-
ment in allowing the expedition to
depart with such slender preparation,
are such as persons conversant with
public business at home are most
competent to decide. Admitting that
the state of public feeling in the sum-
mer of 1854 rendered some enterprise
necessary, and that the capture of
Sevastopol, as solving one of the
principal problems of the war, was an
object of first-rate importance, we
may, by pursuing the course of affairs
from the commencement of the expe-
dition to its crisis, compare the means
with which the attempt was made
with the chances of success.
No objections have been made
to the conduct of affairs up to the
battle of the Alma. Some critics have
objected to the tactics of the Allies
on that occasion. Certainly nothing
could well be simpler or less scientific
than the plan of attack ; but the
moral effect produced on the Russians
by the gallantry of the English ad-
vance, preventing, as it probably did,
the defence of either the Katcha or
the Balbek, may well be held to com-
pensate for the absence of brilliant
manoeuvring. The next error im-
puted is in the assertion that the
Allies should have advanced immedi-
ately after the battle. But this
would have left not only our dead
unburied, but our wounded at the
mercy of the Cossacks, who hovered
round in sufficient numbers to over-
power any small detachment left as a
guard, and a large one we could not
spare. We had no superfluous troops
to detach, because our deficiency in
transport compelled us to leave seve-
ral thousand French at Varna, and
nearly all our cavalry, which would
have been inestimable in such a
country as we advanced over.
The next point of debate is whether
the north side of Sebastopol should
not have been threatened instead of
the south. Now, there are no har-
bours on the north side ; the posses-
sion of the forts there would not have
secured the immediate capture of the
city; and, in case of a repulse, the posi-
tion was greatly inferior in security to
the southern plateau. But the true
grounds on which the flank march:
was decided on I believe to be these :
The French, after passing the Balbek,
found a strong fort on their right,
which it would have been necessary
to take before advancing upon the
north side; this our allies were not
prepared to attempt, and the design
was changed accordingly.
Meanwhile the Russian commander,
unable to make a stand on the Katcha
or Balbek, would have found himself,
supposing we had occupied, as he ex-
pected, the ground to the north of the
town, cut off from Bakshi-serai and
Simferopol, and dependent almost al-
together for the subsistence of his
army on the stores of the fortress,
while he could not have attacked or
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even annoyed us without crossing the
harbour or the deep valley of the
Tchernaya. Therefore, to keep open
his communications with the northern
depots, and to enable him to act on
our flank and rear, he made the
movement during which we came on
his rearguard at Mackenzie's Farm,
and we took possession of Balaklava
and the southern heights unmolested.
Thus, then, with far less loss than
could have been anticipated, the expe-
dition found itself close to its object.
Fifty thousand men were on the
heights before the city, its garrison
were panic-stricken, its defences feeble,
the beaten army in retreat, and the
Allied fleets at the harbour's mouth.
Here we have the conditions, if not
of absolute success, yet of great ad-
vantage on our side, and those who
most strongly objected to the enter-
prise would have been silenced could
they have foreseen a juncture so
favourable. But Menschikoif's wise
measure of sinking part of his ships
across the harbour to bar the access to
our fleets, totally changed the aspect
of affairs. The coup de main so strong-
ly insisted on became simply impos-
sible, because no troops could have
continued on the ground within the
subsequent Russian lines of defence,
under the fire of ships' batteries in-
comparably more powerful than any-
thing we could oppose them with.
The presence of a siege train proves
that the contingency of a siege had
been anticipated ; but, no doubt,
whether the assault was to be given
at once or after a cannonade, a com-
bined attack by sea and land was
always contemplated. Thus the de-
sign of the campaign was frustrated
by the sinking of the ships, a measure
which critics have not sufficiently
taken into their calculations, and since
then no event has occurred which
could within its possible limits have
altered the course of events. That
caused all subsequent doubt and dis-
aster ; and, but for that, the attempt
promised well for success. Then it
was that the character of the enter-
prise was totally changed, from a
brisk advance followed by a sudden
assault, to a permanent occupation of
the plateau and a protracted siege.
On these grounds, a review of the
past convinces me that, with the means
we had, the course taken was a right
one, and that we may consider our-
selves fortunate in having been impel-
led into it. Throughout the war very
little foresight is apparent, if any has
been used ; there has been little
opportunity for free action, and once
begun, all seems the result of sheer
necessity, like the descent of a Mon-
tagne Russe. The chance character
of the campaign is notably illustrated
by the state of the weather on the day
and hour when I write this — noon, on
the anniversary of the Alma. Last
night, the anniversary of our bivouac
on the Bulganak, was a night of winter's
cold, storm, and rain, and to-day the
dreary drenched plains are thick with
mud, while over them still whistles a
chilling wind driving sharp showers
before it. Had that season been as
this, we should have advanced upon
the foe, not as then with a bright sun
and a firm soil, but over boggy plains,
our limbs, cramped by the stresses
of the previous night, scarcely enabling
us to lift our mud-laden feet to the
margin of the Alma, where we should
have found a turbid, swollen flood in-
stead of a clear stream, while the
vineyards on its overflowed banks
would have been a vast swamp. Such
circumstances might well have changed
the fate of the day and of the war.
The garrison, relieved from the ap-
prehension of an attack from our
fleets, now occupied itself in the rapid
construction of the most essential of
those gigantic defences, the conception
and execution of which would have
been alike beyond the reach of an
ordinary engineer. A man of genius
was called for, and he was at hand in
Totleben. It is true that nature, in
surrounding the south of Sebastopol
with a line of commanding eminences
between deep ravines, has made the
position eminently defensible ; but the
advantage was unimproved by art
till we were before the place, when, in
an incredibly short space of time, mas-
sive ramparts armed with formidable
batteries rose opposite our trenches ;
and were added to from time to time,
till they assumed the completeness
and extent which now surprises the
spectator. I have already spoken of
the interior aspect of the Malakoff
and Redan, but, of all the defences,
the Bastion du Mat, or Flagstaff Baa-
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tion, on the left of the line covering
the town, was the strongest. Its
rampart was the highest and most
massive, its escarp alone was faced
with a strong stockade, and its ditch
was defended by a caponniere or small
flanking battery extending across it.
Galleries and countermines threaded
in a labyrinth towards the French
lines. Within the work the large
space was heaped with mounds, mark-
ing the sites of blindages or subterra-
nean chambers for the troops, and all
the numerous lengthy approaches from
here to the termination of the Garden
Batteries above the head of the Creek
were lined with these cells, or rather
dens, with apertures so frequent that
it must have been difficult for each
individual to recognise his own abode.
Heavy beams laid across each excava-
tion supported the roof of gabions,
fascines, and earth. The number of
troops capable of being thus accom-
modated, proves how anxious the
enemy were to be prepared on this
side against a sudden attack ; but the
openings to the chambers were so
narrow, frequently indeed so difficult
of entrance, that a rapid advance
would have surprised them before they
could quit their burrows. The lines
of the Allies are extensive beyond
precedent, but these defences of the
Russians are stupendous. The long
lines of rampart are, throughout, of
enormous thickness, with no weak
points, and bearing the signs of a pre-
siding genius everywhere. These
alone would have been far beyond the
powers of any ordinary garrison of a
fortress of this stamp, but they are
surpassed by the subterranean labours
which cause the spectator almost to
believe that some band of gnomes,
such as mine in the Hartz mountains,
must have volunteered to act as auxi-
liaries. Fighting was the least part
of the work of this indefatigable
garrison.
In the chapter headed " Exculpa-
tory," * I have attempted to show how
unreasonable was the public indigna-
tion during the disasters of our troops
in the first part of the siege ; and it
is unnecessary to recapitulate the view
I took, which subsequent events have
not induced me to modify ; besides,
public opinion, which then found such
strong expression, has since changed.
It will be instructive for men in au-
thority, at the commencement of a
future war, to mark the fate of those
who conducted this campaign. Lord
Raglan — his Quartermaster and Ad-
jutant Generals — his Commissary-
General—Admiral Boxer, the naval
superintendent in the Bosphorus —
and Captain Christie, superintendent
of transports at Balaklava — bore for
a time the most unpopular names in
England, — names gibbeted like dead
kites and magpies nailed to a stable-
door. They were reviled, ridiculed,
menaced ; the culpability so freely
attributed to them was, to a great
extent, credited by the country; their
imputed crimes were hotly debated
in Parliament, — and the contest was
in some instances continued over their
graves. It seemed as if nothing but
their immediate and ignominious dis-
missal from the public service could
satisfy the country. Yet, "in a little
month," all this clamour died away,
and the advocacy of their friends was
favourably listened to.
A great deal has been said and
written by military critics of the
faultiness of our position on the pla-
teau. It is very true that the forma-
tion of an army en potence — that is,
with a salient angle towards the ene-
my— must, generally, be weak and
dangerous. It is clear enough that,
on ordinary ground, a formation which
enables the foe to throw all his force
on a single point, or a single face, of
your line, must be objectionable. But
if the nature of the position be such,
that its apex is unassailable, or capa-
ble of being made so, and its wings
so posted that the enemy can only
advance to the attack at a disadvan-
tage more than counterbalancing the
superiority of force he can bring
against that face, all objection ceases ;
— and such a position was ours. It
was endangered, it is true, on the 5th
November ; but redoubts and in-
trenchments subsequently made this
the strongest point of our line. The
left wing faced the town, and must
be attacked either up ravines, deep,
narrow, and easily defensible, or in
the teeth of our siege-batteries; more-
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over, in a repulse, the pursuers might
pass within the defences along with
the flying enemy, and the prize might
fall into our hands. The other wing
could not be directly attacked, be-
cause, opposite it, across the valley,
rises an impassable mountain barrier.
Thus an enemy's force entering the
valley had Balaklava in its front, the
troops on the plateau on its right
flank, a mountain on its left, and the
Tchernaya in its rear. For these
reasons, I have always considered
Liprandi's attack on the 25th Oc-
tober a mistake. His success, such
as it was, proved of no eventual be-
nefit to him, and during the winter
he abandoned the position, which was
one of great hazard. It is true that we
committed an error in occupying the
outposts which he took from the Turks
on that occasion, but it was an error
only because our force did not admit
of such extension. When our rein-
forcements warranted the step, the
line of the Tchernaya was taken up ;
and thus Balaklava was secured by
triple lines of defence, against the
foremost of which the Russians cast
their whole weight in vain on the
16th August.
Spring found us still in the strong
position to which circumstances be-
yond control had conducted us. Con-
sidering the impatience for a result
manifested at home, and the bad con-
dition of the army, I was among those
who thought that we should before
then have assaulted, with all the force
we could command, the defences be-
fore the town. Experience has shown
that such an attempt, unless aided by
some happy chance, would have failed.
In May, our circumstances altogether
changed, and again the campaign as-
sumed a new aspect. Large reinforce-
ments of French and Turks, besides
a Sardinian army, had arrived ;
Kertsch was taken ; and newer and
more extensive operations than those
of the siege were apparently feasible.
Two movements offered themselves —
the one from Eupatoria or along the
Bulganak — the other from Kertsch.
In advancing from Eupatoria, the
want of water would always prevent
other than a rapid movement, follow-
ed, if not at once successful, by as
rapid a retreat. At the same time,
with our force of cavalry, and with
our fleet on the coast, besides Eupa-
toria itself to fall back on, there could
be no great risk in case of an attack
by the enemy ; while even a very
short interruption of the stream of
supply to the garrison or army — such
as the presence of a strong cavalry
force on the road for two days — might
have been fatal to the defence of
Sebastopol. The advance from the
peninsula of Kertsch, involving the
capture of Kaffa and Arabat, would
have been a safer and more sustained
operation, and its consequences more
destructive to the enemy.
On the other hand, it must occur
to every one, that a man like the
French Emperor does not require
to be told that, in a military point of
view, it is better to attack the flank
of an enemy's line of operations than
its extremity. The eager interest
with which his attention has for so
long been rivetted on the theatre of
war must have rendered him at least
as capable of judging of the merits of
an obvious plan as any of the critics.
In a former chapter I have said, that
had we, in 1854, succeeded in a coup
de main against Sebastopol, it would
have been fortunate for Russia. Sol-
diers naturally look to military suc-
cesses as all- important in war, but
the glance of a ruler comprehends
other considerations. Louis Na-
poleon is a far-seeing genius, capable
of distinguishing between the inte-
rests of the army and those of the
alliance — of separating military from
national success. I can imagine such
a man saying, " It is true I can take
the Crimea, and with it Sebastopol,
when I please ; but, besides the loss
of town and territory, I will drain
Russia of whole armies. Pride will
not allow her to abandon a contest
which it is ruin to her to maintain,
and I will not do her the favour to
precipitate its termination." To those
who reckon up the losses of Russia
since the siege commenced, and com-
pare them with those of the Allies,
such language will not seem unreason-
able nor inconsistent with the charac-
ter of a man so calculating in his aims,
so persevering in pursuing them.
How deeply Russia has felt the
evil of our presence here is proved by
the attack at Traktir, which seemed
the result of desperation. From that
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time, the beaten army remained
merely spectators of the siege, — the
termination of which Prince Gort-
schakoff's preparations showed to be
approaching. The bridge was com-
pleted across the harbour, and stores
of all kinds removed to the north
side ; while the tenor of some of the
Russian commander's previous des-
patches pointed to the evacuation of
the place. The tremendous fire of the
Allied artillery, searching through the
town and works with an enormous
destruction of life, could not be much
longer supported ; and it is probable
that the capture of the Malakoff only
precipitated a measure already re-
solved on. The Prince's subsequent
despatches, and the Czar's proclama-
tion, place the abandonment of the
town in a peculiar light — as a great
stroke of generalship, and rather ad-
vantageous than otherwise to the Rus-
sian cause ; so that, unlike the loss of
fortresses in general, the event seems to
bave given satisfaction to everybody.
Although long service in the
trenches is undoubtedly prejudicial
to the discipline of troops, yet any
detriment of this kind the armies
have suffered will soon be repaired
now that the siege is over. In another
campaign they will take the field
seasoned to the climate, inured to
hardship, and familiar with all the
exigencies and shifts of life in the
bivouac and camp. What is most to
be regretted is, that the course of the
campaign has not been such as to de-
velop what of military genius England
may possess. Russia has her Totle-
ben, the good soldier who, in her hour
of need, was equal to the emergency
— the creator of the vast works that
have so long repelled us. Should
peace not shortly ensue, we may see
whether his genius is as potent in the
open field as in defence of a city,
and how far generalship and science
can avail against French vivacity and
British firmness. To us opportunity
has been denied for showing pre-emi-
nence, and the coming general is still
unrevealed.
WAR- POLITICS — WHAT WE ARE FIGHTING FOR.
WHENEVER England and France
put forth their strength, Russia, if
unassisted, must go to the wall. As
yet the Western Powers have not put
forth their full strength — they have
still in their armoury many resources
unapplied ; but they have at length
aroused themselves from the aimless
apathy of the first year of hostilities,
and the flag of Russia has begun de-
finitely to recoil. Last summer saw
the combatants fighting on nearly
equal terms. We had indeed routed
the Russians at the Alma, repulsed
them at Inkermann, and checked the
half-successful foray of Liprandi at
Balaklava ; but Sebastopol still held
out, — and it was to take Sebastopol
that we went to the Crimea. Nay,
the beleaguered city grew stronger
and stronger beneath our eyes, —
stronger and stronger under the fire
of an artillery such as the world had
never before gathered into one place.
A poor captain of Russian engineers
was baffling the skill of the West's best
veterans and the power of our mightiest
engines of destruction. The month of
May saw the Mammelon taken, and the
Sea of Azoff subject to ourfleets,— that
was a great success; but then came
the bloody repulses of the 18th June,
to add a new wreath to the laurels of
Totleben, and to revive misgiving in
the heart of the Allies. Throughout
Germany the partisans of Russia ex-
ulted— vaunting that the Allies were
dashing their strength like foam against
a place which they would never take.
But patience, — the assault on the 18th
June, we believe, was made knowingly
in defiance of the dictates of military
prudence, in order to give effect to the
generous wish of the French Emperor
that something should be done on that
memorable day, — that the soldiers of
England and France should then be
seen fighting together as allies as
strenuously as forty years before they
had fought as foes, — and that the 18th
of June should thenceforth be remem-
bered less as the anniversary of Water-
loo than of the Fall of Sebastopol. The
magnanimous desire was frustrated,
but the siege went on ; the iron ring
drew closer and closer around the foe,
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and the iron shower rained heavier
and heavier upon the doomed city.
The Russian General made a despe-
rate attempt to break the leaguer, —
only to find, in the bloody repulse of
Traktir, a proof that the Allied posi-
tion was impregnable, and that Totle-
ben's earthworks were the sole safe-
guard of Sebastopol. The brilliant
rush of the French at noon on the 8th
September disappointed this last hope ;
the surprised Russians in the Mala-
koff were submerged in their bomb-
proofs by the sudden flood of assault ;
the devoted gallantry of the British
at the Redan gave a breathing-time to
our allies ; the Malakoif was secured,
and Sebastopol fell.
For the first time, then, we are in
an unequivocal position of success.
The Black Sea fleet of Russia is anni-
hilated,— an enormous artillery has
fallen into our hands, — the splendid
docks and quays, and one-half of the
sea-forts, of Sebastopol are mined and
ready to be blown into the water, to
add their ruins to those of the sub-
merged fleet, — and the enemy have
been driven from good winter-quarters
which are now in our own possession.
True, the task is not completed—
there are forts on the north side,
which should likewise be blown into
the bay, and earthworks mounted
with an immense artillery which may
yet add to our spoils. But the French
Marshal with his gallant troops is
now feeling his way round the enemy's
position, — searching for an opening
through the rocky intrenched line of
the Russians ; and a single successful
irruption of the assailants would prove
the ruin of the wide-extended army
of Prince Gortschakoff. On the
Tchernaya, therefore, though at pre-
sent kept at bay, the Allies are the
winning party, and maintain the initi-
ative ; while at Eupatoria they possess
a secure place d'armes, from which
they can debouch at pleasure against
the enemy's rear. The capture of
Kinburn has placed us in a position
to threaten Nicolaieff, the great naval
building- station of the Russians in
the south, as well as to menace the
chief line of communication by which
supplies are forwarded to Prince
Gortschakoff's army in the Crimea.
In Asia also the Allied arms have
prospered. The splendid courage of
the Turkish garrison of Kars, led by
the English General Williams, has
not only secured that important
town, but has inflicted upon the
assailants so bloody a repulse, that
the fate of the campaign in that
quarter is decided. Nothing is left
to the Russians but a more or less
disastrous retreat, with the army of
Omer Pasha threatening them in
flank from Batoum.
Such, then, is the favourable posi-
tion which we have reached in the
war. We have fought our way to it
through much blood, and by the ex-
penditure of much treasure ; and the
nation now congratulates itself on the
prospect of its sacrifices not having
been made in vain. But let the
country take care. Even triumph
has its difficulties. Every new phase
in this war, like every new phase in
the last one, calls forth a fresh onset
from the friends of our enemy at home.
In their absorbing desire to oppose, the
Peace-party are equally prepared for
failure or success. Had failure come,
they would have said, — "Well, did
not we tell you no good would come
of this war?" and they would have
lashed on the people against the Go-
vernment as squandering the blood
and treasure of the country only to
cover us with disgrace. Triumph has
come, — triumph hard -bought, and
prospective of more; and while the
country's cheers are still ringing, poli-
tical combinations are being formed
to wrench from us the fruits of success.
" Enough has been done," say these
advocates of premature peace ; " it is
time to make peace." And the old
Gladstonian cry, " We must not hum-
ble Russia ! " begins to be heard even
in unexpected quarters. Two sets
of politicians — for the cry finds no
response in the country — unite in us-
ing this language. One of these is
the Peace party par excellence, — the
men of Manchester, the Cobdens and
Brights, who have no soul above cali-
coes, and to whom all war, for what-
ever end waged, is an abomination,,
as interfering with trade and material
comfort, — utterly forgetting that a
nation which does not defend itself,
will soon be left without much either
of trade or comfort to enjoy. The
other set consists of the philo-Russians,
— the Grahams and Gladstones, the
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Woods and Russells, who have op-
posed and vilified the French Emperor
from the first dawn of his illustrious
career, and who prefer to ally this
country with the despotism of Russia
rather than with the freedom of the
West. They would have England
violate her geographical as well as
political sympathies, and become a
traitor in the camp of Western civili-
sation. By this sin thechief statesmen
of this party have already fallen, — for
holding these views they are still under
ban. But they do not despair. In the
very magnitude of their ignominy there
is hope. So many of them have fallen
together, that their ostracism has
ceased to be peculiar; and their
names have hitherto been so asso-
ciated with the Government of the
country, that they do not believe the
Administration can go on without them.
They belong to a class of men always
dangerous in a country, who, once
filling important offices in the Govern-
ment, have fallen behind their times,
but will not resign themselves to their
natural fate, and, making free use of
their old influence, are ever intriguing
to obtain by means of party-man-
O3uvres a return to power, which can
only end in further mischief to the
country, and in tenfold deeper humi-
liation to themselves.
The present intriguers are all dis-
appointed men. The coalition they pro-
pose to form very closely resembles that
which three years ago overthrew the
Derby Administration. That Coali-
tion, as we showed on a former occa-
sion, was mainly formed in the interest
of Russia. Aberdeen, Russell, Glad-
stone, Wood, Graham, Herbert, -
does the country wonder now that the
Czar should have hasted to congratu-
late these men on their accession to
office?— or that, with the British lion
so muzzled, he should instantly have
commenced his ambitious projects
against the integrity of Turkey and
the independence of Europe ? Let
the country see to it that a similar
coalition is not successful now. What
have Gladstone and Cobden, Russell
and Bright in common, but the desire
to destroy any ministry that has
the wisdom and manliness to stand
up, along with Western Europe,
against the colossal and ever-encroach-
ing ambition of the Czars? It was
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these men that caused the war. It
was they — the Peelites by their philo-
Russianism, the Cobdenites by their
perpetual denunciations of armies and
war — that tempted Russia to com-
mence her long-cherished designs
against Europe ; and it is the same
parties who, by a fresh coalition, now
seek to save Russia in the hour of
disaster. "England does not love
coalitions," said Mr Disraeli, when
the victim of an unscrupulous
cabal. The words are truer now than
ever. The first Coalition imposed
upon England by fair words, and
ousted their opponents upon a ques-
tion of merely party- character ; — the
new coalition is openly an anti-na-
tional one, and can only triumph at
the expense of their country. It is a
league against England's honour and
Europe's independence. We desire to
warn the country of it betimes. It is
a meagre party of self-seeking poli-
ticians who are to head the movement,
and a timely expression of public
opinion may suffice to deter them
from the attempt. In any event, the
Conservative phalanx will stand firm.
" England," said Lord Derby at Eg-
liuton Castle, " will never sheathe
the sword which she has so reluctantly
drawn, until the noble and disinte-
rested designs of the Allies have been
completely obtained, the independence
of Turkey secured, and the schemes
of Russia upon Europe and Asia
effectually checked." These are the
sentiments of the party, and found si-
multaneous expression in the eloquent
speech of Sir E. B. Lytton at Herts.
In this war, as throughout the last, the
Conservatives will rally round the na-
tional colours, and merge all minor
differences in the one desire to uphold
the honour and true interests of the
country.
" It is time to make peace, for Tur-
key is safe," say some. "Do not
humble Russia— mind the balance of
power," say others. How ignorant
men can make themselves when it
suits their purpose ! To hear them
speak, one would think that the war
was occasioned by a mere spurt of
passion on the part of Russia, for
which she is now penitential, and
which she cannot renew. Was ever
the common-sense of England insulted
by a more glaring and daring perver-
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sees a powerful party in the British
Parliament bent upon making peace
at any price ? England has already
suffered heavily from this cause. It
was a similar train of circumstances
that indefinitely prolonged and conse-
sion of well-known facts ? Is Russia
penitent ? Has she, even in profession,
renounced her long-standing schemes
of ambition? Does she offer securities
for her future observance of peace,—
a " material guarantee " against a
revival of the war at a time for her
more fitting? Quite the reverse.
Russia breathes defiance more fiercely
than ever. Instead of showing peni-
tence, she preaches a " holy war," —
she makes conquest a State-principle,
and seeks to give to her ambitious
projects the sanction of religion. How,
then, is peace possible? And why
should we, the winning-party, go and
beg peace from so audacious an op-
ponent ? If Russia desire peace, let
her say so ; and in that case, if she
give security for the future, no spirit
of revenge will prevent the acceptance
of her terms. But she will give no
such security. She boldly publishes
to Europe that she will not abate a
hair's-breadth of her pretensions, —
that the terms which she rejected in
April at Vienna, she will reject still.
Nay, so great is her audacity that
she declares she will not negotiate
at all after defeat ! Unquestionably
there is much of the bully in this style
of conduct. Her object plainly is, to
make her enemies despair, and lead
them to offer peace on her own terms
now, rather than face an indefinite
prolongation of the contest. She
wants to furnish a new argument to
her Peace friends in England. Mr
Cobden — who has of a sudden given
up his notion as to the ease with
which Russia may be "crumpled up"
— now argues that it is madness to
continue the war when it is impos-
sible to extract any better terms from
the foe ; while Mr Gladstone, to his
old cry, uDo not humble Russia,"
will now, more suo, append the para-
doxical reason, " because the more
you humble her, the less she will give
in !" It is because she sees a party
friendly to her in this country, that
Russia so openly publishes this bully-
ing declaration. Let the Peace party
consider what they are doing. By
their perpetual clamour for peace, are
they not really lengthening the war ?
Is a besieged city likely to capitulate
when it knows there is open dissension
in the camp of the besiegers ? And is
Bussia likely to give in as long as she
quently greatly envenomed the last
war, and, by so doing, made our
National Debt one-half larger than it
would otherwise have been. France
would then have triumphed and Eu-
rope been enslaved, but for England ;
and, misled by the loud denunciations
of the war by the Opposition in the
British Parliament, the successive
Governments which ruled revolution-
ary France, and especially the last
and greatest of them, Napoleon,
imagined that England would soon
recede from the contest, and the last
obstacle to French domination on the
Continent be removed. The idea was
a fallacious one, but what a prolonged
outpouring of blood and treasure did
it occasion ! Despite all the intrigues,
vociferations, and astute energies of
the Peace party now, we are persuaded
that the encouragement which their
conduct gives to Russia is not less
fallacious. England, we are persuad-
ed, will not sheath her sword in dis-
honour, with the objects of the war un-
accomplished. Nevertheless, the hopes
of Russia, founded upon the pusillani-
mity of certain politicians at home, will
hardly fail to greatly prolong the war,
and, by the prolongation, almost in-
evitably impart to it that extension
and envenomed character which it is
most desirous to avoid.
It is not true that Russia does not
negotiate after defeat. Was Fried-
land, where she lost half an army, no
defeat ? yet that did not prevent the
Czar Alexander from soliciting the
conference of Tilsit. But take as ex-
ample that typical monarch of Russia,
the great Peter himself. When worsted
and surrounded by the Turks on the
Pruth, did that first of the Czars hesi-
tate to negotiate ? On the contrary,
he begged for peace, made great con-
cessions, and in the treaty itself ex-
pressed his gratitude to his enemies
for granting him such terms. The
same common-sense principle applies
still : the greater the straits to which
a Power is reduced, the less obstinate
will it be in refusing to treat. Russia
will not prove an exception to the
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rule, however she may disguise her
real inclinations. She finds she has
miscalculated her time for beginning
this war of aggression ; she did not
reckon upon England and France
being united against her ; and she
would willingly retreat from it, and
await a more convenient season for
renewing her ambitious designs. But
then her difficulty is, that by her pre-
mature onslaught upon Turkey, she
has awakened the Western Powers
to a sense of their danger ; and she
naturally apprehends that they will
not let her escape from the war which
she provoked without obtaining suffi-
cient securities for her not resuming
the work of aggression. To give such
securities would be to abandon the
grand scheme of ambition which the
Czars have steadily and successfully
acted upon for a century and a half.
It would do so in two ways, both by
the material guarantees to be exacted
by the Allies, and by the shock to the
prestige of Russia, which would loosen
her grasp over the states of Central
Europe. Russia will not submit to
this, — therefore the alternatives are
obvious and simple. Either theWestern
Powers must consent to illusory terms,
which will leave Russia free to resume
her aggressions upon Europe at a future
and more favourable time, or the war
must go on. Can any one doubt that
the voice of free England will be given
for the latter alternative ?
" Turkey is safe,"— what then ? It
may suit the Peelites to say that the
.war was undertaken solely on behalf
of Turkey, — for in point of fact they
and their colleagues in the Aberdeen
Ministry did not undertake it on be-
half of anything, and were forced into
it against their will by the might of
public opinion. But the statement is
false, and the whole country knows it
to be so. The defence of Turkey was
but an accident in the matter. It
might as well have been Sweden that
we drew the sword to defend. It was
to resist the undue preponderance in
Europe which the ceaseless aggres-
sions of Russia were securing for her,
and of which, the attack upon Turkey
war but a fresh step. The cause of the
was was not a mere isolated attack —
a spurt of casual passion on the part of
a despotic monarch,, which might be
forgotten as soon as it was repelled.
The attack in question was part of
a system — of a system long cherish-
ed and hitherto successful, but which,
if not checked, would certainly make
the Czar lord - paramount of all
Europe. Therefore, merely to repel
the attack — merely to make Turkey
safe for the moment — is evidently not
enough — is nothing at all. If we do
not wish to see Europe in virtual vas-
salage to the Czars, we must take
measures to curb that overvaulting
ambition, which for the last century
and a half has preyed upon the dis-
sensions of Europe.
Peace! it is a blessed word— a
thing that man's heart yearns after,
and which the nations have a right to
look forward to as a crowning bless-
ing. Peace ! — none can prize it more
than we ; no country prizes it more
than England does now. But in our
yearning after it, let us not mistake
a sham for reality. Let us have peace
— by all means, PEACE — a calm which
will fall like quiet sunshine all over
Europe, and allow each nation to de-
velop its powers in its own way. We
must have that peace ; and it is be-
cause we desire that peace — that
crowning blessing for Europe— so fer-
vently, that we would now have the
nation spurn from them in disdain a
base counterfeit. Let us have a Peace,
but not a mere truce — not a mere
armed breathing-time, which we give
to our adversary to recruit his strength,
and watch a more favourable hour for
resuming the struggle. Now that war
has been forced upon us, we must see
that we do not leave the peace of
Europe for ever at the mercy of the
Czars. Now that Russia has openly
resumed her old work of aggression,
and has published her resolution to
abide to the death by her policy of
encroachment, we must either now
force her to relinquish that policy, or
prepare to see the rule of the Cossack
spread westwards to the Atlantic.
" Russia never negotiates after de-
feat." The maxim is borrowed from
Rome ; and Dr Arnold, remarking
upon this feature of the old Roman
policy, declares that the Power which
holds such language as this ought to
be put beyond the pale of civilisation.
Yes, andforanotherreason besides that
imagined by the historian. He looks
upon the maxim simply as an embit-
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terer of strife — as a principle which
lends to war a fearful aggravation.
True ; but there is more than this in
it. Rome was an aggressive state, as
Russia is now. The Legions were ever
on the aggressive ; and therefore,
when Rome declared she would not
negotiate after defeat, it was but say-
ing that she was resolved to conquer
every people, one after another, that
came in her way. To have yielded
before one, would have frustrated her
whole future of conquest ; and hence
she adopted this maxim as a deliberate
principle of conquest, and, moreover,
published it abroad as a means of ter-
rifying her adversaries. Even so Rus-
sia, the nascent power of modern Eu-
rope— even so the Czars, who now
wear the Greek helmet on gala-days,
as representatives of the Latin Em-
perors of the East, have adopted the
same maxim of conquest, and pub-
lished the same manifesto of all-de-
fiance. The Czar of Russia is the
Ishmael of the European community.
For a century past he has been at
work, sowing dissension, and breaking
into war whenever it has suited him
to do so. Now, when brought to bay,
he has thrown off disguise, and ap-
pears in his true character ; and if
his dream of conquest be not rudely
broken, Europe must choose as its
future either a ceaseless warfare or an
Oriental servitude.*
[Nov.
Those who now clamour for peace
need not seek to disguise their real
sentiments. By peace now, they
mean peace at any price, — peace on
Russia's own terms. That is their
plain meaning. They know that Rus-
sia will not recede a hair's-breadth
from the terms which were judged
inadmissible in April. AVhy, then,
this clamour for peace, as if it were a
thing at present attainable on satis-
factory terms? Let such clamourers
leave off the unmanly subterfuge, and
say at once that they want peace on
any terms, — that they care nothing
for the future, either of their own
country or of Europe, — that enough
for the day is the evil thereof, and that
if they can get a good market for
their calicoes, or their bread and
sugar a little cheaper, the next gene-
ration may fare as it best may.
" After us, the deluge," — that is their
motto. O cowards and faithless! —
mere clingers after the creature-com-
forts of existence ! sacrificers of a
long future, the future of your sons
and grandsons, to the brief hour of
your own nigh-spent existence ! — alas
that England should have ever born
such sons. Alas that the Genius of
independent Europe, in the hour of
her extremity, should now point with
mingled scorn and painful apprehen-
sion to a batch of veteran politicians
in England — to the Grahams and
* Read " Russia " for " Rome " in the following passage, and see what sentence
even the philanthropic Arnold would have pronounced upon the conduct and policy
of our adversary : — " This refusal to negotiate after a defeat was a general maxim
of Roman policy, and has often been extolled as a proof of heroic magnanimity. It
should rather be considered as a direct outrage on the honour and independence of
all other nations, which ought, injustice, to have put the people who professed it out of
the pale of all friendly relations with mankind. In a moment of madness, the French
Convention, in 1794, passed a decree that the garrisons of the four fortresses on the
northern frontier, then in the possession of the Allies, should be put to the sword if
ihey did not surrender within twenty-four hours after they were summoned. To this
decree, a notice of which accompanied the summons 6f the besieging general, the
Austrian governor of Le Quesnoy nobly replied, * No one nation has a right to
• decree the dishonour of another; I shall maintain my post so as to deserve the
esteem of my master, and even that of the French people themselves.' In like
manner, a refusal to make peace except on their submission was to decree the
dishonour of every other nation; nor had Home any right to insist that whatever were
the events of a war, it should only be terminated on such conditions as should make her
• enemy the inferior party. Had other nations acted on the same principle, every war
must necessarily have been a war of extermination ; and thus the pride of one people
•would have multiplied infinitely the sufferings of the human race, and have reduced
mankind to a state of worse than savage ferocity. The avowal of such a maxim, in
short, placed Some in a condition of actual hostility with the whole world, and would
hatejustifed all nations in uniting together for the purpose of enforcing a solemn and
practical renunciation of it ; or, in case of a refusal, of extirpating utterly the Roman
people, as the common enemies of the peace and honour of mankind." — Dr Arnold.
1855.]
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Aberdeens, the Russells and Cobdens
—as potent allies of the common
foe, — as men whose only common
bond of union is the desire to barter
a long future for a brief present, and
to rend asunder the glorious League
which Western Europe has formed to
arrest the onset of Cossack barbarism
and Oriental despotism !
If we are not to fight now, when
are we to fight ? Is Russia likely to
lose either the power or the appetite
for conquest, if we leave her to triumph
high-handed and unopposed? Or are
we likely to grow better able to cope
with the Colossus ? Is an alliance
between France and England such a
common occurrence that we should
not avail ourselves of it ? — is it so
certain to endure, so certain to revive
when wanted, that we can afford for
the present to let it lie in abeyance ?
Does not that alliance depend mainly
upon the life of one man, and that
man surrounded by daggers ? France,
Spain, Turkey, and Sardinia are now
leagued with us — when are we likely
ever to form a more potent or con-
genial Alliance ? Break from this Al-
liance now, and you insure the tri-
umph of Russianism on the Continent,
— break from it, and you become a trai-
tor to the liberties of Europe, — break
from it, and you sunder England from
the community of European nations.
And remember, the day of Western
triumph and European independence
will come, whether you aid in it now or
not. We do not look for a smooth
course and unbroken success in the
struggle on which we have embarked.
Possibly a reaction may set in, which
for a season may overcast the pros-
pects of Europe. But the issue is
certain. Providence watches over the
development of nations, and accom-
plishes it in its own good time ; and
the ultimate triumph of Western
civilisation and European freedom is
as sure as the coming of harvest-time
in the year. What will England feel,
where will her place be then, if we
abandon the cause now ? Nor let the
Peace party imagine that our loss
then would be, what they call, a mere
loss of honour. It would be material
as well as moral, affecting our pockets
as well as our pride, and keeping us
at feud with the then triumphant
party on the Continent.
7* Turkey safe? So long as our
armies and fleets are there, but no
longer. So long as the fleets of Eng-
land and France ride supreme in the
Black Sea, and two hundred and
twenty thousand troops of Western
Europe co-operate with those of Tur-
key against, the armies of the Czar '.
Well may Turkey be safe behind such
ashield ! Hussars from India, Zouaves
from Africa, — troops from Egypt —
troops from the Sardinian mountains,
— armies from France, — the whole
military strength (alas that it is so-
small !) of Great Britain,— the gather-
ed might of the Ottoman Empire,
soldiers from the banks of the Tigris,
the Anatolian valleys, the Albanian
mountains, and both shores of the
JEgean ! Well may Turkey be safe.
But this mighty out-putting of mili-
tary strength cannot be permanent.
The question is, then, are we to dis-
band these vast armaments, as-
sembled at so much cost and by s&
happy a juncture of circumstances,
without taking precautions for the
future peace of Europe? We have
intervened between the robber and
his victim, and now kneel upon the
breast of the aggressor. The intend-
ed victim is safe as long as we hold
the dagger at the robber's throat ; but
are we now to sheathe our arms and
walk away, leaving the robber un-
bound and free to resume his on-
slaught ? Forbid it ! If the short-
sighted policy of the Peace party were
successful, we should lose even in a
monetary point of view. We would
straightway find ourselves necessi-
tated either to maintain, year by year,
a large standing force, naval arid
military, for the repression of any new
onset by Russia; or else Turkey
in a few years would be swallowed up-
by its colossal neighbour. And Tur-
key would not fall alone. Her ab-
sorption would be but another mile-
stone in the march of Muscovite con-
quest. There have been " sick men""
before Turkey, and there will be
" sick men" after her. Poland was
the invalid of last century, and where
is she now ? Swallowed up by the
imperial robber, and adding to the
strength of his armies by twenty
millions of the most gallant popula-
tion in the world. Turkey, if we
prove false to ourselves, will share a>
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similar fate, and give other races and
territory to swell the military strength
of the Czar. Thus made irresistible,
will Russia pause in her career ? Will
she not find a new " sick man" in due
time upon the shores of the Baltic, and
strive to make that sea also a mare
clausum, a vast lake within which
Russia can train her sailors and aug-
ment her fleet until she be ready for
her last triumph? Let not England
hug herself now in fancied security,
and say. What have I to do with
checking Russia? Russia, at the
beginning of this war, had a fleet equal
to those of England and France united,
— what will she not have when the
Euxine and the Baltic are both in
her power, and when she can press
into her marine alike the hardy
Scandinavians and the adroit seamen
of the Greek isles ? Peace- seeking,
trade-seeking England, isolated by
her selfishness, would then not only
see her whole Mediterranean sta-
tions rent from her, but be:! utterly
crushed upon her own shores by the
mighty fleets of Russia issuing simul-
taneously from the Baltic and the
Straits of Gibraltar. Far-off con-
tingencies ! it may be said. True,
but not the less certain to happen, if
Europe continue to slumber while
Russia conquers. Let us say it, we
do not believe this lamentable issue
will happen, — but only because we
believe that England will fight be-
times, and not when too late, — because
we do not believe that England will
be so mad or so mean as to sacrifice
her own future and that of Europe
for the sake of a short-lived hour of
lighter taxes, and at the bidding of a
clique of politicians who have already
shown themselves beyond measure, in-
fatuated, dishonest to the nation, and
as little prescient of the future as they
have been taught by the past.
Let us recall two passages from our
past history. We have tried" the
Peace-policy before,— let us see with
what results. Let us see if the two
instances to be related were not
actual, though distant causes of the
very crisis in which Europe now finds
itself. Turn back nearly a century.
Poland was the " sick man" of those
days, — Russia the robber then as now.
Russia's policy also was the same
then as now. In the assumed guise
[Nov.
of a doctor, she adopted towards the
" sick man " a mode of treatment
identical with that which she has
since followed towards the Ottoman
Empire. It was on the plea of secur-
ing the religious liberty of the members
of the Greek Church in Poland, that
Russia made her first attack upon
the independence of that country.
Russia's diplomacy was also then
adroit and lying as now, and played
its part so well that the other Powers
of Europe did not penetrate her de-
signs, and even aided her in imposing
her terms upon the Poles— a nation,
be it said, whose previous history had
shown them to be the most tolerant
in Europe. By the treaty of Oliva in
1760, this protectorate of the Greek
dissenters in Poland was accorded
to Russia. Several deluded Powers,
and Great Britain among the num-
ber, became guarantees of this treaty,
and by this step gave a quasi legal
sanction to interference with the
domestic affairs of the " sick man," —
a letting out of waters very analo-
gous to the intermeddling of the
Great Powers between the Sultan
and his Christian subjects which im-
mediately preceded the mission of
Menschikoff and present onslaught of
Russia. The first partition of Poland
(1772) followed. France, England,
Sweden, and Spain had guaranteed the
integrity of that unhappy country by
solemn treaties, particularly those of
Volawand Oliva; yet the partitioning
Powers were allowed to work their
will unopposed, while the Western
States looked quietly on, passively
sanctioning —
" The good old rule, the simple plan,
That he shall take who has the power,
And he shall keep who can."
We know what was the issue of all
this, — how Poland was bit by bit
swallowed up, and how Russia grew
and prospered upon the peace-policy
of her neighbours. But let us take
another instance. Turkey was the
only Power that at that time penetrated
Russia's designs upon Poland, and
struggled to prevent their realisation.
On this account, as well as in pursuit
of the cherished dream of placing a
Czar upon the throne of Byzantium,
and renewing the empire of Con-
stantine, Russia had no sooner
swallowed her first slice of Poland
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639
than she bore down heavily upon the
Ottomans. " Through this gate lies
the road to Byzantium!'11 was the omi-
nous inscription which Catherine II.
placed over the west gate of Cherson,
and she was resolved that her pro-
phecy should be realised. The year
1788 saw Turkey in great peril.
In the spring of that year the
Czarina Catherine and Joseph II.
of Austria met at Cherson, and
concerted a joint plan of operations,
which embraced at once the par-
tition of Turkey and a curtailment
of the power of Prussia. The Court
of Berlin took the alarm. Great Bri-
tain, led by Pitt, resolved upon timely
interference— Holland, Poland, Swe-
den, and Turkey joined them ; and
in June was concluded the conven-
tion of Loo, which had for its object
resistance to the encroachments of
Russia and Austria upon the com-
monwealth of Europe. What was
the effect of this League ? Why, it so
effectually checked the ambition of
these two Powers that they made
peace with Turkey within two months
of its ratification ! — a proof, among
others, how easily this modern onset
of Russia might have been stayed had
the British Government co-operated
heartily with that of France in the
spring or summer of 1853. But
what became of this League when
Russia, a few years afterwards, re-
commenced her work of aggression
both against Turkey and Poland?
Why, it had expired, and England
had been the death of it! No blame
to Mr Pitt for this. In those days it
was the reverse of what we have lately
seen, — the Cabinet was prescient and
alive to our true interests ; it was the
Parliament and people that were
blind. Although Russia was already
in possession of the Crimea, Mr Pitt
held that the strong sea-board of
Oczakow— that which theAllied fleets
are at this moment assailing with
their broadsides— was the real key to
Constantinople and Egypt, and he was
resolved not to leave it in the posses-
sion of Russia. A fleet was in the act
of being fitted out, and an English war
with Russia was at hand— nay, seemed
inevitable, in order that this impor-
tant region might be saved from the
devouring jaws of the Northern sav-
age, when the intervention of Mr
Fox and the manufacturing interests
came to the help of Russia, just as
Russell and Cobden would fain help
that Power now. In March 1791, a
royal message was delivered to both
Houses of Parliament, calling atten-
tion to the importance to England,
and to Europe in general, of the pos-
sible consequences of Russia's war
with the Porte, and asking for an
augmentation of naval force to be em-
ployed for " the restoration of tran-
quillity on a secure and lasting foun-
dation." The gifted Prime-Minister
of the time supported the measure on
the ground of the direct interest of
England in the struggle then going
on, as well as for the sake of keeping
faith with allies with whom we had
contracted offensive and defensive
alliances. Should Turkey be further
weakened by Russia, he argued,
Prussia would shortly be placed un-
der pressure, — and not Prussia only,
but all Europe, the political system of
which might be shaken to its very
foundation. The measure was op-
posed by Messrs Fox and Grey,
whose reasoning was a type of that
employed by the Peace-party of the
present day, — mercantile cupidity
being set against honour, the general
interests of the empire, and the liberty
of Europe. Mr Grey, anticipating
his grandson the present Earl, con-
tended that the larger Russia grew,
the weaker she would be ; and that
even though the wildest dream of her
ambition should be realised by the
possession of Constantinople and ex-
termination of the Ottomans, we
should be none the worse, and the
world greatly benefited. Sixty years
ago Russia was hardly known in this
country save by name: the conse-
quence was, that the views of the
Opposition became popular, — Mr
Pitt was forced to yield, — and Great
Britain, turning her back upon Tur-
key, Poland, and Prussia, as well as
forsaking her own honour and true
interest, declined to fulfil the engage-
ments of her treaties, and left the
field open^o the ambitious progress
of Russia. The end is shortly told.
The natural result of this faithlessness
on the part of Great Britain, was an
immediate change in the policy of
Prussia, — a state which could not
be expected to stand out single-handed
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against Russia and Austria. " Fre-
derick-William," we are told, u at
once felt the force of the ridicule
thrown by the agents of Russia upon
the parade [is not the word too ap-
plicable still?] of the English fleet in
the Baltic, which they said was ' only
dangerous to itself, and at the utmost
could do no more than throw half-a-
dozen bombs to destroy the counting-
houses or warehouses, possibly of as
many merchants in Riga, Revel, or
Cronstadt.' " Thus perished the anti-
Russian League of 1788. And, as the
immediate consequence of England's
secession, Prussia, left to shift for her-
self, at once reversed her policy, and
joined the league of general plunder,
resulting in fresh gain to Russia from
the final partition of Poland in 1794.
If history be " philosophy teaching
by example," we ought to take a les-
son from these events. The parallel
is a warning one. We see Russia in
the same attitude of aggression then as
now, — a similar league formed to re-
sist her, — and a similar Peace-party
at home urging this country to break
off from the alliance, and leave Russia
unopposed. Let us see what we have
gained by breaking up the alliance in
1791. Has not Prussia, as Mr Pitt
predicted, since then been subjected
to such pressure, that she dare no
longer act independently of her co-
lossal neighbour ? Has Russia, as Mr
Grey vainly imagined, grown weaker
by her vast subsequent conquests, or
has she not rather doubled her strength
for future aggression ? Or has she
lost the taste for aggression, the lust
for territorial aggrandisement? Have
we not found ourselves compelled to
adopt now the very course which Mr
Pitt proposed to follow sixty years ago ?
Nay, is not the Allied fleet at this mo-
ment engaged in the identical opera-
tion which Mr Pitt was fitting out a
fleet to do in 1791 ? True, the contest
is now on a much vaster scale. The
fleet, which would have sufficed to
check Russia in 1791, now plays a
very subordinate part in the terrible
drama, — being all but checkmated by
the formidable fortifications which
the Czars have built since these times.
Moreover, the military strength of
Russia has so immensely increased,
that the Ottoman power, which then
struggled with her on equal terms, is
now quite inadequate, and the West
has to put forth a crusade of 220,000
men, admirably equipped, to restore
the balance. Had we proved true to
ourselves, to the alliance, and to Eu-
rope, in 1791, we would have been
spared the excessive exertions entailed
upon us now. But we proved blind to-
our own interests, faithless to those of
our allies, and now we reap the pen-
alty. The contest would have been
an easy one in 1791. England, Hol-
land, Prussia, Poland, acting together
in the north, in concert with the
Turkish power and British fleet in
the south, would soon have annihi-
lated the armies and commerce of
Austria and Russia. France, para-
lysed by her own Revolution, could
not join the anti-Russian alliance ;
but, as appears from the papers of
M. de Vergennes, the cabinet of the
Tuileries had early penetrated the
designs of Russia, and the consequent
danger to Europe. The court of Sar-
dinia, too, was equally alive to the dan-
ger, and the views of its king, Victor
Andre"e III., may still be read with
profit at the present day. It gives us
pleasure to pay this tribute to the
gallant little state, which has so nobly
ranged itself in the front rank of the
great Western alliance. In joining
the anti-Russian league of 1854, Sar-
dinia only does what it was ready to
have done in 1791.*
* A series of State-papers, relative to its own conduct, and that of other Powers,,
in regard to the Eastern question, eighty years ago (1782-3), has recently been pub-
lished by the Sardinian Cabinet. The conduct of England, under the Fox Adminis-
tration, shows to little advantage in these negotiations. The following is part of a
letter from King Victor Andaee III. to Count Scarafis, the Sardinian ambassador at
Paris : — " There is always reason to suspect that the Court of Russia is labouring to.
place the British Ministry in its interests, and it is even pretended that it has in-
sinuated that England would find it to her advantage to delay the conclusion of the
definitive treaty with France The language which the Count de Ver-
gennes has held to some foreign Ministers as to the difficulty of negotiating with Mr
Fox, joined to the information which we have received that the Czarina is soliciting
the Court of London not to hurry in signing the definitive treaty with France, denote
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We say again, Do not let us, in the upon it, this time they will come
face of these warning examples, and nearer home ! You can again betray
in defiance of the most obvious rea- Turkey,- — you can dishearten Spain,
sons, repeat a faithless and pusillani- as you then disheartened Holland, —
mous policy now. Has the country you can sacrifice Sardinia, as you
not already suffered sufficiently from then sacrificed Poland, — you can
listening to the fallacies of the Peace- estrange France, as you then estrang-
party ? They arc the true authors of ed Prussia. Is not the danger coming
the war now forced upon us. By their nearer home ? Give the Euxine and
recent policy they have invoked it, — Dardanelles to Russia, and where is
by their past policy they have render- your commerce in the Levant — and,
ed it a desperate one,— by their pre- by-and-by, your communication with
sent policy they would render it from India ? Let Russia stand forth tri-
henceforth a hopeless one. England ! umphant and all-puissant, by the
awake ; it is now or never ! By breaking up of the Western alliance,
breaking from the first alliance, you and how long will the Baltic Powers
made Prussia a vassal of Russia, — be able to maintain their independ-
another of your allies, Poland, you ence? Betray and mortally offend
sacrificed to your foes, — Turkey you France, and you virtually throw off
betrayed, — Holland you permanently your corslet, and stand helpless with-
disheartened, — Russia you mightily in reach of your enemy's dagger,
strengthened. It is in your power to France, except in times of revolu-
ruin yourself by a similar perfidy now. tion, cannot make head alone against
The results will be the same in kind, Eastern Europe. If deserted by
but on a vaster scale, — and, depend us, she must succumb. Will she,
clearly that the British Minister is perhaps only too ready to lend an ear to the in-
sinuations of Russia, and to enter into some engagements with her, in case France
should desire to oppose the entrance of her fleets into the Mediterranean. Things,
however, being at the point at which they have arrived, it appears to us impossible
that England can draw back without being taxed with perfidy, but the desire to re-
cover her losses, and to contribute to the restoration of the ancient system, may over-
come every other consideration. This is the point to which you must be extremely
attentive, in order to give us good notions thereupon ; for, supposing a general war
to take place, affairs would completely change their aspect if England were to join
the two Imperial Courts." England did draw back, as she drew back again, in spite
of Mr Pitt, ten years afterwards. The consequences of this first secession were that
Russia won from Turkey the Crimea and the provinces of the Kouban, — of the second,,
that Russia destroyed Poland, and Austria and Prussia obtained part of the spoils.
The Debats, commenting upon these State-Papers, draws from them the following
deductions : — " The Cabinet of Versailles had foreseen from an early hour the pro-
jects of the Empress Catherine, understood the importance of them, and wished to
prevent their execution. It could not count on the support of Austria, for the Em-
peror Joseph II. had become the ally of Catherine, and that prince made public pre-
parations for war, which could only be directed against Turkey, whether he acted on
his own account or confined himself to second the ambition of Russia. The Cabinet
of Versailles believed itself assured of the alliance of Spain and of that of Sardinia ;
but those alliances were not sufficient, and it needed that of England. To obtain it,
Louis XVI. and M. de Vergennes addressed to the Ministers of George III., and to
the King himself, the most pressing entreaties ; they invoked the general interests of
Europe and the special interests of England; they brought forward important con-
siderations based on the morality of nations. But they failed — they failed against
the mysterious and indefatigable exertions of Russia, the seductions of which were
more powerful at London than the counsels 'of justice and prudence. Must we
believe with M. d'Adhemar that the policy of England was decided by the cer-
tainty of the prejudice which France would suffer from the enterprises of Catherine,
or subjugated, as was thought at Turin, by the hope of indemnifying herself from
losses, and the desire of establishing her ancient alliance with Austria and Russia ?
This point is not sufficiently cleared up; but what is certain is, that in 1783 England
would not unite herself to France to restrain Russia within just limits; and if the
Empress Catherine succeeded in despoiling Turkey of the Crimea and the provinces
of the Kouban, she was indebted for her success principally to the inertness of
England."
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ought she, in such circumstances,
ever to forgive us? And think you
that the long-forbearing, because far-
seeing, man who rules her destinies
will remain on the throne when his
enemies are triumphant? Will we
not then see a Russianised Bourbon
again on the throne of France, — one
who may not scruple to repeat the
alliance projected by Charles X. in
1829, whereby France and Russia
were to aggrandise themselves at the
expense of Great Britain ?
We have written these things more
that the fallacies of the Peace-party
may be understood, than from any
real distrust of the national senti-
ments. In the last war, the nation
gave as noble an example of resolu-
tion, crowned by success, as is to be
found in the annals of the world.
That war, although heartily embraced
by the people, was primarily the work
of our nobles, — the present one is es-
sentially the work of the people. The
masses understand it, the masses sym-
pathise with it, — it marches on with a
nation at its back. Can it, then, fail
in vigour and endurance? Never,
except by the defection of our states-
men. All that is wanted of our nobles
is to lead, — and they will lead. They
will lead, in the senate-house as in
the field. They have shed their blood
like water on the breach and in the
battle, and we know that they will
not be less ready to answer with
heart and life to the call of the country
at home. The gentlemen of England
have a noble heritage, — the accumu-
lated laurels of generations rest upon
their brows, — the noblest nation in
the world looks up to them as its
leaders. They are true to their
position. Now, as ever, they will be
worthy of themselves and their coun-
try ; and whatever be the issue of this
stern contest, no future historian will
ever have it in his power to write that,
" in the hour of Europe's extremity,
England retired from the combat, be-
cause she could not find statesmen to
lead her !"
" Do not humble Russia — preserve
the balance of power!" exclaim the
advocates of peace, when all their other
fallacies have been exposed. This is
a mere fetch, — a trumped-up cry to
defend their foregone conclusion of
peace at any price. Humble Russia!
[Nov.
— we wish it were as easy a task as
these gentlemen affect to believe. We
never shared in Mr Cobden's notion
as to the feasibility of " crumpling up
Russia like a sheet of paper ;" and the
character of this contest has not been
such as to make us alter our opinion
(so often expressed in this Magazine)
as to the redoubtableness of the power
with which we are at war. Let those
who affect to be concerned lest Russia
be annihilated, take comfort. A po-
pulation of sixty millions — possessing,
too, facilities of increase beyond any
nation in the Old World — is in no
danger of being over-much humbled.
Like a vast primeval forest, it is root-
ed to the earth by millions of supports,
and it is only upon its outskirts that
the hostile winds, or the axe of the
woodman, can beat with effect. It is
a forest which, ever growing and
spreading, threatens to bring Europe
back to its primeval condition, and en-
velop a whole civilisation in its blight-
ing shadow. In a contest with such
a power, the only danger is, not that
we shall succeed too much, but that we
may not be able to curb her sufficient-
ly. A mighty unit, surrounded by
feebler and disunited States, the danger
is that, by sheer weight of mass, she
will crush her way into her neighbours'
territories, and will rule by her prestige
even where she does not rule by actual
possession. It is a danger no longer
problematical. It is one which a cen-
tury and a half of years have been
writing out in plain characters, as a
warning to Europe. It is a danger
which has been realising itself beneath
the eyes of this very generation. " Pre-
serve the balance of power !" Why,
for threescore years we have done no-
thing but sacrifice it to Russia. What
other European State in that time has
extended its borders? Unless the
land rise, Great Britain must ever re-
main the same, — France, Prussia, and
Austria are no bigger than they were
sixty years ago, and Spain is the same
as she has ever been since she lost the
Netherlands. But look at Russia !
Leaving out of view her great Asiatic
conquests, which may be left to bal-
ance the extra-European conquests
of the other Powers, — what do we see
of her progress in the very heart of
Europe itself? Take up that most
suggestive of maps recently pub-
1855.]
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645
lished by the Messrs Johnston,* and
see how, from the little Duchy of
Kiev, Muscovy has swelled out into
a monster, covering with its green
tint nearly a half of the entire Con-
tinent ! By all means let Russian
power extend to the limits of its own
people. But that legitimate expansion
of Russia was over a century ago,
and since then its growth has been but
the absorption of other States. The
Pole is no more a Russian than the
French are Germans; and the con-
quest of Poland was as unnatural and
unrighteous an act as if Germany
and Spain were to partition France.
Is Finland Russian? — is Courland
Russian? — are the Roumeliote race
in Bessarabia Russian? Certainly
not. Russia, then, has been not only
ceaselessly extending her frontiers
while the other States of Europe
remained stationary, but for the last
century her extension has been one
continuous act of robbery. And yet
we talk still of the balance of power !
— as if oblivious that for long past
that balance has been steadily and
unrighteously inclining in favour of
Russia. Bit by bit has she advanced,
ever loudly disavowing her pro-
-"ects until she could announce them
to the world as accomplished facts,
— disarming by her cajolery, and
triumphing by sowing disunion among
her natural opponents. Thus she has
gone on long without being checked.
Hitherto the other Powers have
ever been too late or too disunited
to oppose her. Now they are awaked,
and in time; and their object must
be in some measure to rectify the
overweighted balance, in order that
peace and independence may hence-
forth be made more secure to the
European commonwealth.
"For what do we fight?" There is
no mystery in the matter, although
the cavilling parties may affect to
think so. The answer is simple. The
power of Russia has unduly increased,
is increasing, and must be checked.
The interests of civilisation and of
every free State in Europe demand
this. We have seen how the do-
minions of the Czar have gone on
increasing in extent, spreading further
and further into the heart of Europe,
— an ever-rising tide of barbarism
setting in against the civilisation of
the West. But contemporaneously
with this physical expansion, there
has been a far wider expansion of
moral sway— a progress subtler but
not less important than the other, and
ever preparing the way for it. It is
the saliva of the boa, with which it
covers its prey before devouring
it. • It is a virtual extension of the
sceptre of the Czars over the rest of
Europe. Physically, Russia covers
nearly a half of Europe, — her moral
power extends over at least another
fourth. To whom do the Greeks and
Montenegrins look as their protector?
Whose power has sufficed to stir up re-
bellion in Queen Victoria's subjects in
the Ionian Islands ? Who has kept
the House of Hapsburg on the throne
of Austria ? Whose influence is now
supreme at the Court of Berlin, — of
Bavaria, of Saxony, of Wlirtemberg,
and other lesser States of Germany ?
For whose sake has the Government ot
Denmark been at direct issue with its
Parliament and people ? Is it not known
that, despite the patriotic feelings of his
subjects, young King Oscar of Sweden
is not proof against the evil influence
of the Northern basilisk ? Even
King Bomba, in far Naples, has an
excessive regard for the Czar. CZAR
— that monosyllable, how it weighs
like a nightmare over Europe ! Who
is now supplying money to the Car-
lists, to excite rebellion against the
Liberal Government in Spain ? Again
the Czar. Who patronises the Legi-
timists in their machinations to over-
turn the Napoleon dynasty in France ?
Still the Czar !
With Russia, as with all States, her
moral power is based on her physical.
Strike a body-blow at the latter, and
the former will collapse. Her enor-
mous influence in other countries is,
as it were, a paper-circulation issued
on the faith of her vast military
strength. Prostrate that strength,
destroy that credit, and her influence
abroad will collapse, and leave the
nations to live and act for themselves
— each in the way natural to it. That
is what is wanted. At present Cen-
* " War-Map of Europe, distinguishing by colours the original area, progressive
extent, and present limits of the Russian Empire." Edin. 1855.
644
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[Nor.
tral Europe is not free ; an artificial
state of matters exists there, upheld
by the Czar. Russian influence over-
rides many of the courts of Germany,
and hinders the national sympathies
and desires from finding an echo in
the breasts of their rulers. Germany
is half-Russianised, and will be wholly
so, if the overbearing influence of the
Czars be not timeously checked. There
is no lack of physical strength in
Germany to resist Russia, but it lacks
moral strength. Germany is severed,
instead of being united ; and even its
fragments want consistency. Each
petty State has a Russianised court
pulling one way, and a German people
wishing to go another; and the result,
as we see, is a dead-lock. In the
face of Russia, Germany has not the
moral strength to emancipate itself,
and pursue its own natural course of
development. Its princes will go on
breaking their pledges, and thwarting
their peoples, as long as all-puissant
Russia encourages and supports them
in doing so. Take away that foreign
influence, and things will fall into
their natural course. Germany will
become German, and will thereupon
at once rise into a barrier to Russian
encroachment. Once the sixty mil-
lion Teutons of Central Europe come
to think and act for themselves,
in their own way, and for their
own interests, the day of Russian
aggrandisement is past, and Europe
is permanently free. What is wanted
in the meanwhile is to give Germany
a breathing-time, — to tie up for a
season the bully that now browbeats
and intermeddles with her. Europe
contains three great segments of popu-
lation, each in a different stage of
development. To the east, the Sla-
vonians, least developed of all, but
subordinated under a single, all-per-
vading, and most astute government
— a huge barbaric body with a civilised
head. In Central Europe, the Teu-
tons, a much more developed race
than the Slavonians, but split up into
a multiplicity of sections, and with
governments which, browbeat by their
colossal neighbour, do not act in per-
fect accord with the national senti-
ments. Compared with Western Eu-
rope, Germany is still in its adol-
escence; and, like youth in general, it
neither knows its own strength aright,
nor has the resolution to use it. la
this state, Russian influence is now-
creeping over it, and hopes to have is
fairly in the toils before it can act for
itself. It is an infant Hercules which
Russia seeks to strangle in its cradle.
It is for the Western Powers to take
care that the attempt be made in
vain. Their own safety depends on
this. Strike — we again say — at the
military strength of Russia, — strike
firmly and unsparingly. With every
blow her far-spread influence will ebb
back from the face of Europe, — the
fetters, not less potent because moral,
will fall from many a State, — and
each people will have an opportunity
of developing its powers and institu-
tions in its own way. That is what
we are fighting for. It is at once the
Independence of Europe and the-
Safety of Europe. The two go to-
gether, and have their natural result
in PEACE. Peace — not a truce — not
a mere breathing-time of arms, — a
lasting, healthy, righteous peace,— a
blessing to all, and desired by all,
because continued at the expense of
none. That is the peace which we
desire, — what result can the so-called
Peace party promise that will com-
pare with it ?
We desire to secure the liberty and
independence of Europe. These, we
regret to say, have other enemies
than those of which we have spoken.
Extremes meet, — and Red-Republi-
canism now threatens to do the work
of Despotism. Kossuth, Mazzinir
Ledru-Rollin, in this hour of Europe's
extremity, act as allies of the Czar.
WThat is the position ? Eastern
Europe is aggressive, — Western Eu-
rope stands on the defence, — Central
Europe is dormant, neutral, but
strongly Russianised. Western Eu-
rope is winning, — in a short time
Russian influence will be loosened
from Germany, and all will be well.
But, just at this juncture, forth step
this insane Triumvirate, to preach to-
the Continental peoples a line of action
that cannot fail to drive the neutral
powers into the arms of the Czar.
Red-Republicanism, — whisper but the-
word at Berlin, and the wavering
Frederick- William will then find the-
excuse he wants to take arms for his
Russian nephew, — let it but break
out in flames in the Italian Penin-
1-855.]
War- Politics— What we are Fighting for.
sula, and the firmness of the young
Austrian Emperor will vanish in dis-
may. The Czar, the great champion
of despotism everywhere — to whom
the support of kings against their
peoples is a matter of principle — will
hold forth his arms to both these
powers in their hour of extremity.
** See," he will say,—" did not I tell
you the real character of the Western
Coalition? See how it shakes your
thrones, and convulses your domi-
nions. But come to me, and you
will be safe. Let us make another
Holy Alliance, and the mass of our
enormous armies will soon smite down
revolution and the powers who foster
it." Let Prussia and Austria thus
invoke the Russian eagle, and they
fix a not far distant day for their own
doom. First vassals, and then vic-
tims, of their colossal protector, — that
will be their fate. But if Red-Repub-
licanism show head just now, have
they a choice left ? — and how will the
Western Powers bear up against the
shock of this Coalition of Despotism?
That is the sole but formidable rock
ahead of the West and Liberty; and
for it these republican madmen are
responsible.
What intolerance does the mani-
festo of these men breathe — what nar-
row-minded bigotry — what supreme
self-sufficiency ! Republics — nothing
but republics, — Europe, the world,
must be one vast nursery of republics !
What a mockery ! How the lessons
of history have been lost upon these
men, — .experience cannot preach to
them, observation cannot enlighten.
The nations differ in their moral as much
as they do in their physical features,
yet these republicans would force a
drear and impossible uniformity of
government upon all. As well decree
that every tree in the woods shall be an
ash or a poplar as that every government
in the world shall be a republic. And
then, what tyranny in the proposition !
These men cry out against despotism,
against rulers who thwart the wishes
of their people ; and yet what do they
themselves but preach a despotism
more unbearable by far? u For God
and the people !" — that was once the
noble motto of Mazzini, — the rallying-
cry with which he was to have created
a new, free, and united Italy. Alas,
that cry has sunk now into the hoarse
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vociferations of red sans - culottery.
" For Republics and Ourselves !"— so
goes the shout now. It is a melan-
choly sight ever to see a high mind
sinking, — and, though never favour-
able to the views of either, in their
better days we have certainly seen
flashes of that high mind both in
Kossuth and Mazzini. Now, neither
their exile, nor their enthusiasm, nor
their past sufferings can affect us
more. We but see in them Europe's
direst -4foes in her greatest extremity,
— the assassins of her liberty, the be-
trayers of her Future. Let each na-
tion act and choose for itself,— that is
the golden law of liberty. The only
interference that real Independence
ever demands or allows, is to prevent
the weaker portions of the common-
wealth from being thralled by the
stronger. But to demand everywhere
republics, nothing but republics, is to
enact a tyranny and inculcate an im-
possibility. And to do this at the
present juncture, is simply to help
despotism by preaching anarchy.
We feel it is almost profaning our
pages to allude to thatother triumvirate
of demagoguery, whose infamous "Let-
ter to the Queen of England" has
shocked every man of every grade in
the kingdom. Foul-mouthed libellers
of our Queen, demoniacal denouncers
of our Ally, preachers of assassination,
— for the first time the public of this
country has got a glimpse of the Sa-
tanic rhapsodies which envenom and
make so abhorrent the revolutions of
Continental Europe. " To kill Kings
and Emperors," they say, " is an honour
and duty." This truculent denunciation
is directed against our own Sovereign
among the rest, and we almost regret
that expulsion from our shores is the
only penalty that has overtaken the
criminals. But more remains to be done.
Refugees of this abominable stamp
now swarm in London, and the hands
of Government must be strengthened
to deal with them summarily. When
engaged in a great war, we cannot
allow London to be made a focus for
the concoction of mines and conspi-
racies which may help to throw, if
not ourselves, our allies into disorder.
Remember, Pianori came from Lon-
don,— Pianori was equipped for his
bloody task by these same refugees in
the English metropolis. Had Napo-
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G46
leon III. fallen by his hand, would
not France, blinded with wrath for
the death of its Emperor, have bitterly
charged England with nourishing and
sending forth the assassin? After
the warnings, both in act and in words,
which we have now had, we cannot
longer plead ignorance. We must
either instantly take the needful mea-
sures against these men of blood who
shelter themselves on our shores, or
else abide the stern consequences. The
country that shelters assassins, truly
incurs a fearful responsibility.
We must hasten to a close, leaving
untouched many topics to which we
would fain have directed public atten-
tion. But there is one subject which,
however briefly, we feel imperatively
called upon to single out for the con-
sideration of our statesmen and people.
That subject is our Currency Laws.
A money-famine and consequent panic
is setting in, entirely occasioned by
the absurd provisions of Sir R. Peel's
Currency Act of 1844 ; and as money
is the sinews of war, unless we set.
right the former, we shall never be
able to carry on the latter. A para-
lysis at home threatens to neutralise
all our successes abroad. If we do
not take care, we shall find ourselves
in the position of a soldier who is
choked by his equipment, — we shall
be strangled while we fight. Our
currency is made to depend upon gold
in so absurd a fashion, that as sove-
reigns go out of the country, bank-,
notes are likewise withdrawn from
circulation, — so that the drain upon the
currency of the country is doubled,—
it is like lighting the candle at both
ends. We ourselves need to export
specie to defray the expense of our
army abroad, — so does France, — so
does Russia ; in fact, it is no exaggera-
tion to say, that at present there is a
general rush among the Powers of
Europe to possess themselves of gold.
Well, although our present currency
system is entirely based upon the re-
tention of a large amount of gold in
this country, that retention is not pos-
sible. If other states wish gold, they
can always have it from this country
by paying a commensurate price for
it. The consequences of this to us, if
not warded off by an alteration of our
Currency laws, will be ruin. The
deadliest blow that Russia could now
level at us, would be to draw from
this country a million or two of bul-
lion,— even although it were to pay for
it at the rate of L.5 or L.6, or even
L.10 the ounce. In our present posi-
tion, such a step would paralyse us at
once. And can any one as yet be sure
that much of the gold recently drawn
from this country has not been so
bought up by our adversary ?
An early meeting of Parliament is
demanded by this great but easily
overcome difficulty of our position.
It is a difficulty entirely artificial—it
is one of our own imposing : an Act
ean unmake it as an Act has made.
If the present Premier be strong in
anything, it is in good common sense,
and in a power of seeing readily in
any given case where the shoe pinch-
es. Let him show that quality nowt
and, by so doing, sweep away the
sole impediment that exists to a vi-
gorous prosecution of the war. It
depends upon himself whether the
Conservatives are with him or against
him. If he act the part of an earnest,
able, and patriotic statesman, he may
rely upon it that the gentry of Eng-
land will not leave him unsupported.
Nor will the country. If the influ-
ence of extinct reputations be still
strong in the House, and the coali-
tions of the Peace -party threaten
to clog the wheels of government,
let Parliament be dissolved, and let
the voice of the nation decide upon
its future destinies. In the present
critical times, Parliament may meet
ere a few weeks are over ; and in
anticipation of such a meeting of
the Legislature, the last words we
would say to the Government are
— If cabal prevail, Dissolve ; and
in any case repeal the Currency
Laws.
Printed by William Blackwood-$ Sons, Edinburgh.
BLACKWOOD'S
EDINBURGH MAGAZINE.
No. CCCCLXXXII. DECEMBER, 1855.
VOL. LXXVIII.
ZAIDEE ! A ROMANCE.
PART THE LAST. — BOOK III.
CHAPTER XXX. — ANOTHER JOURNEY.
THERE was no very long time neces-
sary to bring to completion the scheme
of Mary ; it was still fine weather al-
though the end of October, and Mrs
Cumberland became very soon enthu-
siastic about the visit to Cheshire, to
Castle Vivian, and the Grange. " I
expect to see quite a delightful sight
in your brother's return to your at-
tached peasantry, Mr Vivian," said
Mrs Cumberland ; and Mr Cumberland
himself was persuaded to go with the
party, to initiate the country gentle-
men there into his views, and perhaps
to extend his own ideas. "There are
many admirable customs hidden in the
depths of the country," said this candid
philosopher; "some ancient use and
wont in the matter of welcome, I should
not be surprised— and I am a candid
man, sister Burtonshaw." So the phi-
losopher gave his consent ; and hers
too, with a sigh of regret for Sylvo's
place, gave Mrs Burtonshaw.
Duringthe one day which they spent
in London before starting for Cheshire,
Zaidee, who felt this journey full of
fate for her, a new and decisive crisis
in her life, wandered out in her rest-
less uneasiness. Mary did not watch
her quite so jealously as she had done,
and she was glad to be alone. With-
out thinking, Zaidee strayed along
those unfeatured lines of street till
VOL. LXXVIII.— NO. CCCCLXXXII.
she came to the well-remembered en-
vironmen t of squares which surrounded
Bedford Place. Thinking wistfully of
her old self, and her vain childish sa-
crifice, Zaidee passed timidly through
it, looking up for Mrs Disbrowe's
house. Some one before her went up
to this house hurriedly as Zaidee ad-
vanced, but hesitated, as she did, when
he perceived a great many carriages,
with coachmen in white gloves and
favours, a large bridal party before the
door. The gentleman before her
paused a little, and so did Zaidee ;
there was a momentary commotion in
the little crowd which made an avenue
between the door of the house and
the carriage drawn up before it, and
forth issued a bride in flowing white
robes and orange blossoms, not too
shy to throw a glance around her as
she stepped into the vehicle. Zaidee
shrank, fearing to be remembered,
when she found how she recognised at
once Minnie Disbrowe's saucy face.
And Mr Disbrowe is with the bride ;
and there is mamma, of still ampler
proportions, but not less comely, than
of old ; and a string of bridesmaids, in
whose degrees of stature, one lesser
than the other, Zaidee fancies she can
see Kosie and Lettie and Sissy, the
little rebels who tried her so sorely
once. Looking on all this with iiite-
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rested eyes, Zaidee does not immedi-
ately perceive that this is Mr Percy
Vivian who was bending his course
to Mrs Disbrowe's. When she does
perceive him, there is a pause of mu-
tual embarrassment. He is wondering
if she can know these people, and she
is wondering why he should call at
Bedford Place ; but the carriages sweep
on with their gay com pany, and after the
interchange of a very few formal words,
Percy and Zaidee take different direc-
tions. There is a painful hesitation
between them when they address each
other, which Zaidee understands very
well, but which Percy cannot under-
stand ; and once more his thoughts,
baffled and perptexed, centre upon
Mary Cumberland's beautiful sister,
who is so like his own. Unconsciously
to himself, this rencontre increases
Percy's difficulty. She is not Mary
Cumberland's sister; she is only an
adopted child. It suddenly occurs to
Percy that Mary meant him to draw
some inference from this fact, which
she stated to him so abruptly ; and,
more than ever puzzled, his thoughts
pursue the subject ; but he can draw
no inference ; he is only extremely
curious, interested, and wondering;
he never thinks of Zaidee in connec-
tion with this beautiful and silent
girl.
And the next day their journey be-
gan. Travelling in a railway carriage,
even when you can fill it comfortably
with your own party, is not a mode of
journeying favourable to conversation.
Leaning back in her corner, covered
up and half concealed under Aunt
Burtonshaw's shawls, looking at the
long stripes of green fields, the flat
lines of country that quivered by the
window with the speed of lightning,
Zaidee found in this dreaded journey
a soothing influence which calmed
her heart. Convinced as she was
that Mary's object was to try her
fully, by bringing her into close con-
tact with her own family, Zaidee had
earnestly endeavoured to fortify her-
self for the ordeal. But through this
long day, when her thoughts were un-
interrupted, when no one spoke but
Percy and Mary, whose conversation
was not for the common ear — or Aunt
Burtonshaw, whose addresses were
more general, and chiefly directed to
the subjects of taking cold or taking
refreshments— a pleasant delusion of
going home stole upon Zaidee's weary
heart. Mr Cumberland, who had
been greatly struck at the very outset
of their journey by the large sphere
of operation for his educational theory,
his decorated and emblazoned letters,
in those names of railway stations at
present inscribed in prosaic black and
white, was making notes and sketches
for this important object, to lose no
time ; Mrs Cumberland was enjoying
her languor; Mrs Burtonshaw pre-
sided over the draughts, the windows,
and the basket of sandwiches. There
was no painful idea, no scrutiny, or
search, or suspicion, in all these faces.
Going home ! The dream crept over
Zaidee's mind, and it was so sweet,
she suffered it to come. She closed
her eyes to see the joyous drawing-
room of the Grange, all bright and gay
for .the travellers — Elizabeth, Marga-
ret, Sophy — Philip even — and Zaidee
coming home. These impossible
dreams were not common to Zaidee ;
she yielded herself up to the charm of
this one with a thankful heart.
That night they spent at Chester,
where Mr Cumberland made great
progress in his scheme for the railway
stations. There was still another day's
respite for Zaidee, for to-morrow they
had arranged to visit Castle Vivian,
and the next day after that to con-
tinue their journey to the Grange.
In the morning Percy left the party
early; he had some business, and was
to rejoin them by-and-by, but they
started without him for Castle Vivian,
It was a beautiful October day, bright
and calm like summer, but with a
bracing breeze, and all the face of the
country gleaming with a shower which
had fallen- over-night. The leaves
were dropping from the trees upon
their path, the clouds hurrying along
the horizon before the wind, leaving
great plains and valleys of clear sky,
as bright as sunshine ; unseen streams
trickled behind the hedgerows, the
air was full of a twittering cadence of
singing-birds and waters. Here and
there a bit of rude uncultivated land
threw up its group of ragged firs, and
spread its purple flush of heather, be-
ginning to fade, before the travellers;
and the woods were rich in autumn
robes, against which now and then the
playful gale made a sudden rush,
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throwing a handful of yellow leaves
into the air, which caught them gently,
and sent them downward in silent
circles to their parent soil. When
they had come to the gate of Castle
Vivian, Percy met them. He was
very anxious that the young ladies
should alight, and walk up the avenue
with him, while the elders of the party
drove on. " Come, Lizzy, come,"
Mary cried, as she sprang from the
carriage. Zaidee obeyed with some
astonishment. Within the gate the
road ascended between high sloping
banks of turf, here and there broken
by an edge of projecting rock or a
bush of furze. Percy led his compan-
ions up a narrow ascent, half stair,
half path, to the top of the bank, from
whence they looked down upon the
well-kept carriage-road, with its sandy
crystals sparkling in the sun. At
some little distance before them, where
the road, gradually sweeping upward,
had reached to the level of the banks,
a stately avenue of elms threw their
lofty branches against the sky ; and at
a long distance within these you look-
ed down upon the noble front of a
great house, a building of the age of
Elizabeth, planting itself firmly with
a massive and solid splendour in a
bright enclosure of antique gardens.
The great deep porch of the central
entrance was occupied by servants,
one after another looking out as if in
expectation; and the balcony of a large
window close by the door was filled
with a company of ladies : down be-
low, too, in the carriage-road, and
dotted along the banks, were other
spectators looking out anxiously as if
for some expected arrival. Percy led
his companions on till they had almost
reached the entrance of that lofty
cluster of elm trees, and were but a
little above the level of the road. " Let
us wait here," said Percy, in whose
voice there was a quiver of emotion.
" The heir is coming home to-day — we
will see him pass if we wait here."
Mary did not speak, but Zaidee's
surprise was too great for caution.
" The heir ?" and she turned towards
him with an eager glance of inquiry.
" Sir Francis Vivian is dead," said
Percy ; " his successor is to take pos-
session to-day."
" Had he a son ?" asked Zaidee.
" He had no son ; this is the heir
of the family, scarcely the heir of Sir
Francis Vivian. We make strange
wills in our family," said Percy, who,
though restless and expectant, could
still smile. " Sir Francis left his pro-
perty under peculiar conditions," he
concluded abruptly, looking with
astonishment at Mary, whose touch
upon his arm had brought his expla-
nation to a close. But Mary was
looking at Zaidee, and he, too,
turned to look at her. Percy was
the unwitting instrument of Mary's
plot ; he was rather excited, full of a
vague and startled expectation ; but
she had not told him the reason of
her contrivance, and his mind was
busy with speculations. Still more
uneasy grew Percy as his eyes follow-
ed Mary's glance. Zaidee's beauti-
ful figure, standing on this elevated
ground, was distinctly relieved against
the far- off line of sky. She was stand -
ing shading her eyes with her hand,
as she, too, gazed down the road in
expectation of the new master of -
Castle Vivian, and her eyes were
looking far into the air, half wistful,
half indifferent ; her cheek was paler
than its wont — her hair was loosened
a little by the wind. Percy could
not recollect where he had seen this
simple attitude, so full of unconscious
grace and preoccupied attention, but
it was strangely familiar and well
known to him. While he stood in
doubt, a very handsome greyhound
slowly approached the group, and
with the instinct which directs these
animals to lovers of their kind, seated
himself, after a few disdainful sniffs at
the others of the party, by Zaidee's
feet. Percy started with a sup-
pressed exclamation. Long years
ago Sermo was dead — long years
ago Zaidee was lost. This was a
beautiful woman ; this was not the
brown girl of the Grange ; but the
group before him was Zaidee and
Sermo ; the attitude and the conjunc-
tion burst upon him with a sudden
flash of recognition. His voice did
not disturb Zaidee; her mind was
absorbed with this gaze of hers look-
ing for the heir of the house of Vivian ;
but he felt upon his arm the warning
touch of Mary's hand. Mary's eyes
were meeting his with a glance of
warning; and there, ringing along
the road, were the cheers of the spec-
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[Dec.
tators, and the sound of carriage-
wheels.
There was not a sound or motion
more between these watchers ; Zai-
dee, unconscious of their scrutiny,
looked down upon the arriving
stranger. The carriage approached
rapidly ; the spectators on the road-
side raised their hats and waved
their hands, and cheered his approach
with unusual animation. Who was
the heir of Sir Francis Vivian ? She
looked down upon him with her dark
wistful eyes, anxious and yet weary,
touched with the listlessness of her
long endurance. She was not pre-
pared for any trial — she had given
herself this day to rest. The carriage
was an open carriage, and one man
alone sat within it : he was bronzed
and darkened, a man beyond his
early youth. Zaidee looked at him
with eyes which flashed out of their
passive observation into the keenest
scrutiny. In the greatness of her
amazed and troubled joy, she could
no longer restrain herself. As the
.carriage-wheels crashed by, over the
sandy soil, Zaidee cried aloud — "It
is Philip —Philip. Philip is the
•heir !"
Her voice rose and broke in this
great momentary outcry, and she
stood still for a moment, with her
hands raised and her face flushing
like the sky under the sun ; then her
beautiful arms fell by her side ; sud-
denly she " came to herself." She
turned round upon them, drawing
back a step, and looking out from her
sudden flush of joy with a chill creep-
ing to her heart. She did not look at
Mary, she looked past her, full upon
Percy Vivian , and with eyes full of sup-
plicating terror. Percy, almost un-
manned, did not say a word in that
moment. He only put out his arms,
held up his hands before her; shut
out everything from her eyes with
an eager gesture. u Home, Zaidee,
home," said Percy ; " there is no
other place in the world — you can
only flee to our own home."
For he did not even think of her in
this extremity. Flight was the first
idea in the minds of both. " I bar
you — I bar you ; you are ours now
and for ever," cried Percy, grasping
her hands together, and forgetting
even his brother. "Zaidee — Zaidee
— Zaidee — there is nowhere to flee to
but home!"
CHAPTER XXXI. — HOME.
But they were lingering still upon
this same spot. Zaidee, who made
no single effort to deny her identity,
with tears in her beautiful eyes, and
her face full of supplicating earnest-
ness, stood withdrawn from them a
little, pleading that they would let her
go. Her whole heart was in this
dreary prayer of hers. Withdrawing
from Mary her friend, and Percy her
cousin, she turned her face away from
stately Castle Vivian, and looked out
upon the desolate and blank horizon
over which the clouds were stealing,
and from whence the chill of ap-
proaching winter came in the wind.
:Zaidee had forgotten for the moment
•that she had just seen Philip pass to
a better inheritance than the Grange.
She forgot everything except that
she was discovered, and that they
were about to take her, the sup-
planter, the wrongful heir, to the
home whose natural possessor she
had defrauded. She would not per-
mit either of them to hold that trem-
bling and chilled hand of hers, she only
besought them — " Let me go away."
The new master of Castle Vivian
had reached the house by this time
and entered, and from the door came
a hasty message to call these loiterers
in. This pretty figure ran towards
them, across that flickering breadth
of light and shadow, the path under
the elm trees. In her haste her fair
hair came down upon her neck in a
long half-curling lock ; but Sophy
Vivian, though she was now the Rev.
Mrs Burlington, a married lady, did
not think her dignity at all compro-
mised, but ran on breathless and
laughing, as she caught the rebellious
tress in her pretty head. Before she
had reached the end of the avenue
she began calling to them. " Percy,
Percy, why are you lingering ? Philip
has come — every one is there but
you ; mamma is anxious to see Miss
Cumberland. I am sure this is Miss
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Cumberland. Come, come ; how can
you linger so ? Philip is at home."
And by the time she had reach-
ed this climax, Sophy came up to the
little group which had delayed so long.
Sophy's lilies and roses were as sweet
as ever, her blue eyes were bright with
tears and laughter, her pretty face was
dimpling and sparkling all over with
the family joy. But when she reach-
ed as far as Zaidee, whose face she
had not seen at first, Sophy came to a
sudden pause. Zaidee could give but
one glance at her first and dearest
companion, whose wistful and amazed
look was turned upon her. Trembling,
overpowered and helpless, she covered
her eyes with her hand, and turned
away to hide the burst of weeping
which she could no longer control.
"Percy," said Sophy, in a low and hur-
ried voice, " who is this that is so like
our Elizabeth — who is it that weeps at
seeing me ?" Percy made no answer.
The hound still sat at Zaidee's feet,
raising his large eyes wistfully to the
discussion, sympathetic, and making
earnest endeavours to discover what
the subject of all this distress and
wonder was. Sophy no longer noted
Percy and his betrothed ; she saw
only these two figures — the dog with
his head raised, the beautiful stranger
turning away from all of them, and
struggling with her sobs and tears.
She was too hurried, too much ex-
cited, to wait for an answer to her
question. She fell upon Zaidee, sud-
denly clasping her soft arms round her,
taking possession of the hands which
no longer made an effort to with-
draw themselves. "It is Zaidee ! Zai-
dee ! Nobody can deceive me ! it is
our own Zay," cried Sophy, with a
great outburst. "Did you think I
would not know her ? I !— you know
me, Zaidee ? say you know me — and
you were coming of your own will to
welcome Philip. I knew you would
come home when Philip had Castle
Vivian. Zay ! — only speak to me —
say you know me as I know you."
The two spectators of this scene
bent forward anxiously to listen.
" Yes, Sophy," said Zaidee, among her
tears. Zaidee offered no resistance to
the close embrace, and made no longer
any effort to withdraw herself. Sophy,
with her arm round her new-found
cousin, looked back to them, Avaving
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651
them on, and hurried forward, breath-
less with her haste, her crying, her
laughing, her joy of tears. The hound
stalked solemnly forward by Zaidee's
side, mending his stately pace, as
Sophy at every step quickened hers.
Percy Vivian and Mary Cumberland,
left far behind, looked into each other's
faces. " When did you discover
this ?" said the one ; and " How slow
you were to find it out !" said the
other. Percy had by no means sub-
sided out of his first bewildered and
joyful amazement. But Mary's satis-
faction and delight were altogether
unmingled, and had the most agree-
able shade of self-gratulation in them,
u They would never have found her
but for me," said Mary Cumberland to
herself, and it was not in nature that
the planner of this successful plot
should not be a little proud of her
wisdom and her skill.
The windows were open in th®
great drawing-room in Castle Vivian r
and some of the family had come to
the balcony, once more to wonder at
Percy's delay, and look out for him,
" Can this be Miss Cumberland whom
Sophy is bringing forward so ? " asked
one. " Who does the dog belong to ? "
said another. "Elizabeth, Elizabeth—
who is this?" cried Margaret. They
began to wonder, and to grow excited,
especially as Percy was visible in the
distance, approaching quietly with the
real Miss Cumberland. At this mo-
ment the distant ringing of Sophy's
voice came to their ears — there was
a great start, and rush to the window.
" Zaidee, Zaidee!" cried Sophy at the
highest pitch of her sweet youthful
voice. "I have found Zay — here is
Zay, mamma — Philip, here is Zay ;
she has come home!"
And when Zaidee reached the porch',,
it was to be plunged into such a
vehement embrace, such aconflict of ex-
clamations, of inquiries, of wonders —
such an eager crowd of faces and out-
stretched arms, such a tumult of sound,
that what little strength remained to
her was overpowered. She saw them all
through a mist, face behind face. Even
Aunt Vivian herself, though she was
still an invalid, was first at the door,
wrapped in her shawl, to see if Sophy's
wonderful discovery was true, and
Zaidee grasped the arm of Elizabeth
to save herself from falling. She was
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half led, half carried into the great
warm hospitable room they had left,
in which Mr Cumberland, Mrs Cum-
berland, and Aunt Burtonshaw stood
together at one of the windows in a
group, looking out upon the approach
of Percy and Mary, and marvelling
what was the cause of all this ex-
citement. These good people were
mightily amazed when they saw this
triumphal entry of their own Eliza-
beth, whom Mrs Vivian held very
firmly by one hand, whom Mrs Mor-
ton supported on the other side, whom
Sophy danced joyously before, her
fair hair streaming down upon her
neck, and her pretty figure instinct in
every line of it with the simplest and
fullest joy. Margaret, behind, looked
over Zaidee's shoulder, guarding her
on that side ; and behind all walked
the newly - arrived Lord of Castle
Vivian, a little withdrawn from the
group, a little disconcerted, his eyes
fixed upon the universal centre, and a
flush upon his face. The procession
marched on, never intermitting in its
cries of joy and welcome till it reached
Mrs Vivian's chair, and then the ranks
opened, the family dispersed them-
selves around this domestic throne,
and Mrs Vivian took her place in it,
still holding firmly by her captive,
whom Elizabeth still supported by her
mother's side. " Now, we are all
here. Philip has come home," said
Mrs Vivian, with her voice trembling.
" Zaidee, child, look in my face, and
tell me it is you."
But Zaidee could not look in Aunt
Vivian's face; she sank upon her
knees, half with intention, half from
faintness. This attitude was quite
involuntary, but it filled Mrs Vivian's
eyes with tears, and she extended
her arms, and drew the beautiful
sinking head to her breast. "Do you
remember? " said Mrs Vivian, looking
round upon them ; and so well they
all remembered little orphan Zaidee
kneeling by the hearth of the Grange
—that dear warm family hearth— by
the house-mother's knee.
"You need not be sad now, Zaidee,"
said Sophy in her ear; " no need to
be sad now. Philip has Castle Vivian ;
Philip is the head of the house. He
ought to have given you the Grange
now, if it had not been yours before.
He cannot have everything, Zaidee.
Philip has Castle Vivian, and it is
nothing but joy now that you have
the Grange."
Sophy was the wisest in her prac-
tical comfortings. Zaidee lifted up
her drooping head. "Is Philip the
heir of all ? " said Zaidee. She was
answered by a cry of assent from the
whole of them, and Philip came near.
This Philip was scarcely more like
the Philip of seven years ago than
Zaidee was like the Zaidee of that
time. It was not only that he was
now in the flush and prime of youth-
ful manhood, with powers developed
by trial, and a character proved and
established, but the wonder was that
Philip, who came forward eagerly,
drew back again with an extraor-
dinary deference and respect, which
Zaidee could not comprehend; and
instead of the eager and overwhelm-
ing joy of the others, Philip could only
stammer and hesitate, and finally ex-
press in a little effusion of warmth,
which brought a renewed flush to his
cheek, his delight in seeing his cousin.
He said " My cousin ;" he did not say
"Zay."
"Zaidee? Zaidee? " said Mrs Bur-
tonshaw, coming forward at last when
there was an opening for her ; " what
do they mean, Elizabeth? Tell them
your proper name, my love. Mrs
Vivian and her family are mistaken
strangely. What is the meaning of
it all? Your name was Elizabeth
Francis before you were adopted by
Maria Anna, and I do not know what
this means— indeed I do not know."
'* Yes, indeed, she is my adopted
daughter, Elizabeth Cumberland,"
said Mrs Cumberland, adding her
word. " My dear Mr Vivian, I am
convinced there is some delightful
tale to be told here. Elizabeth, ex-
plain it to us. Who are you, child?"
Zaidee rose from her knees, but
stood before them in a stooping humble
attitude, looking at no one. " I am
Zaidee Vivian," she said hurriedly.
"I left the Grange because Philip
would not take his natural right, but
left it to me. I have deceived you,
Aunt Burtonshaw — I have deceived
every one — though every one has been
so kind to me. But it was all that I
might not defraud Philip — that I might
fulfil Grandfather Vivian's latest will."
Some spell is upon Philip, that he
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cannot say a single word of acknow-
ledgment. His mother answers for
him. "Philip has Castle Vivian
now, Zaidee — take your own place,
dear child. Sit down by me once
more. It is my business now to
satisfy your kind friends that you
have not deceived them. Tell Mrs
Cumberland, Percy, Zaidee's story,
and thank her for us all that she has
kept our child so tenderly. Bring
Miss Cumberland to me— bring me my
new daughter, Percy — and thank her
mother for her goodness to our other
child."
u And Zaidee is a great beauty ! "
cried Sophy. " Zaidee is more beau-
tiful than Elizabeth. Mother, look
at her! Why, Philip is afraid of
Zaidee ; and instead of little Zay, the
greatest beauty of all the house has
come home to Castle Vivian to-day !"
CHAP, xxxii. — EVERYBODY'S STORY.
"Now that we are all here to-
gether," says Sophy, "I think, instead
of every one telling her own story, I
had better tell Zaidee all about it—
what has happened to us all."
This day had worn on from morning
to evening in spite of its great excite-
ment, and they were now assembled
round the fireplace — a wide circle.
Mrs Vivian, seated on one side of the
hearth, occupied just such a seat of
honour and supremacy as she had in
the Grange ; and half hidden within
her shadow was Zaidee, with Aunt
Vivian's hand resting upon her low
chair. Aunt Vivian was supported
on the other side by Philip, who had
been greatly thrown into the shade
by Zaidee's return. He was no longer
the hero of the day ; the family fete
celebrated the recovery of the lost
child much more than the return of
the head of the house ; and Philip
was still singularly silent and discom-
posed, and gave abundant reason for
Sophy's saying that he was afraid of
the beauty. He looked at her very
often, this chief of the house of Vivian;
he referred to her after a stately sort
as u my cousin." But Philip did not
seem able to join in the family over-
flow of rejoicing over " our Zay."
He was a great deal more respectful
of the stranger than any other indi-
vidual present. He showed the most
courtly and observant regard of her ;
and Zaidee never looked up but she
found Philip's eyes retiring from her
own beautiful face. Bat in spite of
this, she was wonderfully disappointed
in Philip. He was so cold, be must
surely be angry. Her heart was sore
within her by reason of this one re-
maining pain.
And Mrs Cumberland, Zaidee's
kind and fanciful patroness, sat at
Philip's right hand, the object of
his most particular attention. Mrs
Cumberland indeed had given up
her son-in-law elect, who was only
the genius of the family, in preference
for the head of the house, and the
head of the house lavished upon her
his greatest cares. Then came Eliza-
beth, in her matronly and noble
beauty, with Zaidee's little gold chain
round her beautiful throat ; and there
was Mary Cumberland, rather shy
and discomposed, between Mrs Mor-
ton and her sister Margaret. Mar-
garet was indisputably the most
splendid person present. In dress
and manner alike, this once pensive
Margaret was much more of the great
lady than either her mother or sister ;
and a pretty boy rather fantasti-
cally, but very richly dressed, was
seated on her footstool, and leaning
his head upon her knee. Then came
Captain Bernard Morton, then a fair
high-featured man, bland and lofty,
in whom the grand manner was still
more apparent. And then came Aunt
Burtonshaw, extremely bewildered,
and Percy, and the young clergyman
who had once been Mr Wyburgh's
curate, and whose intimacy at the
Grange had filled good Mr Green
with terror for the young ladies. Last
of all pretty Sophy Vivian, leaning
forward from her corner, volunteered
the family history, and was accepted
as spokeswoman by universal consent.
The great room was lighted in every
part, but entirely deserted for this
closer circle round the fire. While
just outside the circle, with a small
reading- table before him, piled with
old volumes from the library, Mr
Cumberland sat ready to hear any-
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thing that struck his wandering fancy,
but pursuing his favourite whim of
the moment, through various psalters
and antique bibles, with great devo-
tion. The conversation within the
circle was occasionally broken by an
exclamation of rapture from Mr Cum-
berland over some emblazoned initial,
but these did not come sufficiently
often to break upon any more import-
ant speech.
" Well, Zaidee," said Sophy, " when
we could hear nothing of you, Philip
had to go away. And here is Captain
Bernard Morton ! But you remember
Captain Bernard, Zay, who married
Elizabeth ?— and this gentleman is Sir
David Powis, who married Margaret.
Margaret is Lady Powis. Did no one
ever tell you? And they live at Powis-
land, just over the Dee ; and this is
Reginald Burlington. He is Rector of
Woodchurch now, Zaidee, since Mr
Powis went away. And — and — we
live there, you know, when we are not
at the Grange; and we are all very
happy ; and Elizabeth has four chil-
dren ; and Margaret has two ; and
Percy is a great author, and writes
books ; and Philip has come home to
be a great man, and the head of the
family ; and mamma has got well
again ; and we wanted nothing to
make this the happiest day in this
world," said Sophy, her eyes running
over with tears and gladness, " but
to have Zaidee back again; and Zaidee
has come back again — the same as
ever, but a great beauty as well ; and
Philip is at home ; and if any fairy
should ask me to wish now, I am
sure I could not tell what to think of,
everything has come so full of joy !"
This brief epitome of the family his-
tory was received with great applause
by the sons and sons-in-law, to whom
it alluded. Zaidee sat quite silent,
listening very eagerly, yet in reality
making very little of it. She sat close
by Aunt Vivian, with a strange per-
ception of her changed position — a
strange dreamy realisation of the time
which was past. Nothing of all these
seven years was so strangely bewil-
dering to her as the events of to-day.
She could recall everything except
these crowded and hurrying hours
which had swept away, before their
flood of surprise and sudden enlighten-
ment, all the barriers which she had
built about her life. She was seated
by Aunt Vivian's side — she was sur-
rounded by all the endearing bonds of
the family — she was grasped on every
side by new relationships ; and, most
wonderful change of all, she was now
no longer Philip's supplanter, but only
the heir of the secondary estate — the
jointure-house, the younger son's por-
tion ; and Philip was of Castle Vivian,
the head of the house. She heard the
voices rising in general conversation ;
she heard Mary Cumberland detail-
ing, with a happy readiness, the gra-
dual light thrown to herself upon
Zaidee, and how at last she was con-
vinced of her identity when new&
of Mrs Vivian's illness came ; she-
heard the wondering exclamations of
Aunt Burtonsh aw, and the joyous
voice of Sophy ringing a universal
chorus to every other felicitation ;
she heard it all, but only as some one
far off might hear. She was in a maze
of strange bewilderment — was it pos-
sible that she was at home? — that her
name was Zaidee Vivian, and not
Elizabeth Cumberland ? — that she
was restored to her identity, to her-
self, and to her friends ? Zaidee sat
bending her beautiful head upon her
hands — uncertain, wondering; then
falling back at last on one thing cer-
tain, pausing to ask herself why Philip
had not a word to say when Zaidee
was found again.
When the barrier of a night was
placed between her and this won-
derful day, it became less unreal to-
the returned exile. While every one
else was still asleep, Zaidee, waking in
the early dawn, went out to wander
about this lordly dwelling of her racer
and with family pride and interest
admire its massive front and noble
proportions. She stood within the
wide deep alcove of the porch, looking
down upon that line of noble trees
fluttering their yellow foliage in the
morning sun, and throwing down a
shower of leaves with every breath of
wind. Their shadows lay across the
path, dividing it into long lines ; and
beyond lay the rich foreground of
turf, the grassy banks between which
the road disappeared, passing out from
this retired and lofty privacy into the
busy world. The broad stone balcony
from which Elizabeth and Margaret
had caught their first glimpse of her
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yesterday, descended by a flight of
stairs into the old rich flower-garden,
still gay with patches of old-fashioned
flowers ; and the great house, so large,
so lofty, with its air of wealth, and
place, and old magnificence, filled
Zaidee with a great thrill of pleasure
and of pride. As she made her way
by the garden path to the other side
of the house, looking up at it with
simple delight and admiration, and
pausing to see far off the hills of
Wales, and a beautiful glimpse of
green fields and woodlands without
this domain, Zaidee could not repress
her exultation. " And this is Philip's
— and Philip is the true head of the
house — and Castle Vivian has come
back to him," said Zaidee. She spoke
under her breath, but still she started
to see Philip himself approaching her.
A glow of pleasure was on Philip's
face, but still he drew back, and
bowed, and was ceremonious. He
offered her his arm with the respect of
a courtier. He called her cousin ;
and Zaidee looked up at him timidly,
afraid to say, as she had intended to
say, " Philip, are you angry?1' The
two continued their walk together in
silence. She suffered him to lead her
quietly, and did not ask where he was
going ; but where he was going was
simply out of the flower-garden into a
noble park, dotted with grand trees,
and undulating into knolls and hol-
lows, covered with the richest green-
sward. He led her to one of these
little eminences, and they looked back
together upon the beautiful pile of
building before them, on which the
morning sun shone with a tender
brightness. " You are glad that I
have Castle Vivian," said Philip ; " do
you know how I have it, Zaidee?"
He had never called her Zaidee before,
and she looked up gratefully, thinking
the cloud had passed away.
But it did not seem that Philip
could bear this upward look, for he
turned his head from her a little, and
led her down again rather abruptly,
as he began to speak in the plainest
and most matter-of-fact style. " Sir
Francis Vivian had no son," said
Philip; " his only heir was a favourite
adopted child, and he would not con-
fer the lands of the Vivians upon one
who bore another name. So he be-
queathed to me the house itself, on
condition that I was able to purchase
the lands attached to it for a sum he
named — a sufficient sum to endow
richly his adopted son. I was able to
do this by good fortune — and now the
chief branch of our family is once more
seated in its original place."
He ended abruptly as he had be-
gan ; and but that he kept her hand
very closely upon his arm, Zaidee
would have thought she was a great
encumbrance to him, and that he
wished her away.
" When I left the Grange first, I
was continually dreaming of happy
chances to bring me home again,"
said Zaidee, "but I wonder that I
never thought of this, the best way of
all. I imagined you a very great man
often, and gave you every kind of
rank and honour ; but I never thought
of Castle Vivian ; I never thought of
the other family house, which we must
always have even a greater pride in
than even in our own Grange."
" You gave me rank and honour,
did you ? " said Philip, melting a little.
" Well, I thought of you often enough,
Zaidee ; many a day."
When he said this, they were at the
door, and Philip escaped hastily with
the look of a culprit. " There was
surely nothing wrong in thinking of
me," Zaidee said to herself as she
threaded those lofty passages to her
own room. When she arrived there,
and by chance saw herself in the
mirror with the faint colour of her
cheek freshened by the morning, and
her eyes full of light and pleasure,
Zaidee was struck with a momentary
consciousness. She went away from
the glass in great haste with a blush
of shame ; at that moment, of all
moments, Sophy's burst of triumph
" a great beauty ! " flashed into Zai-
dee's mind. If she was a great beauty,
poor Zaidee could not help it ; but
she arranged her morning-dress very
rapidly, and kept far away from the
mirror. Zaidee was sadly ashamed
of herself when this annoying con-
sciousness came to her mind.
" Maylcome in?" said Mary Cum-
berland, as she opened the door. " I
wonder what I am to call you now :
it must be Lizzy still. And how could
you keep such a secret from me ? You
might have told me; indeed you
might, you secret heiress — you lady
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of mystery. I remember such quan-
tities of things now, about how you
used to talk at Ulm, and words I
thought so strange. Of course, if
mamma had known, or Aunt Burton-
shaw, your secret would have been no
secret ; but you might have trusted
me."
" I dared not trust any one, Mary,"
said Zaidee.
"And to think how slow Percy
was," continued Mary, who had by no
means exhausted her own self-congra-
tulations, " and how ready to believe
that I myself, and only me, was anx-
ious to see Philip on his way home.
He said I had a right to my whim —
simple Percy ! — and after all, the dog
was a greater assistance to him than
I was in finding you out ; for he had
found you out before you discovered
yourself. Poor Sylvo, Lizzy, what
will become of him ? He will go away
to the delights of savagery ; he will
shoot elephants, or be an Abyssinian
dandy, and Sylvo's place will go to
waste, and all the while your cousin
Philip and you will look at each other.
What do I mean? I do not mean any-
thing, my princess — but there is Mrs
Burlington coming to rejoice over you,
and I will go away."
CHAPTER XXXIII. — SOPHY.
"Mrs Burlington!"
" Yes, indeed, it is so, Zay," said
Sophy, shaking her pretty head with
mock melancholy as she came in ;
" everybody must be Mrs something,
you know, and we are all very happy.
But Zay, Zay ! I want you to tell me
from the very beginning. And are you
glad to be home ? And you were nearly
breaking your heart when mamma
was ill, Miss Cumberland says ? Do
you think Philip is changed ? did you
not wonder to hear that Margaret was
married to a Powis, after all ? and do
you know Elizabeth's little girl, the
dearest of all the children, is called
Zaidee ? Dear Zay, you are our own
now, you are no one else's. Begin at
the beginning, where you went as a
governess — Mrs Disbrowe's. What in
the world did you teach the children,
-Zaidee ? — did you tell them stories ?
for you know you never would learn
anything else yourself."
"I could not teach them at all,"
said Zaidee, " and they would not
have me. I thought they were very
right at the time ; but they were cruel
— children are very cruel sometimes —
and I wished for nothing but to die."
" And then ? " cried Sophy. Sophy
was very curious to hear the whole.
" And then I went to Mrs Lancas-
ter's and met Aunt Burtonshaw; good
Aunt Burtonshaw! I should have died,
and never seen this day, if it had not
been for her," said Zaidee ; " and I
went to Ulm with her, to be a com-
panion to Mary."
" To Ulm !— where is that ? " said
Sophy. "Mamma heard you had
gone abroad, and they went every-
where seeking you, and every one of
them saw you somewhere, Zaidee. It
had never been you at all ! for I am
sure they did not go to Ulm."
"It is on the Danube. We were
there a great many years," said Zai-
dee, " and then when I grew up, Mrs
Cumberland said I should be called
by their name, and be her adopted
daughter. They have been very kind
to me, Sophy — as kind as they were
to Mary. But first I found that book
— an old woman had it — an old Welsh
servant, who was a servant at Powis-
land, and her father was with Grand-
father Vivian. Did they put it back
in the Grange library, Sophy ? it had
the same binding as all the other
books. Did you see it, that strange
legacy? I thought Grandfather Vivian
was leading me then ; and when I
found the book, I was very ill, and
had a fever. I thought at first I
would have come home, but it was
not enough for Philip, and I never
knew he had gone to India : I thought
he was at the Grange, arid you were
all happy at home."
" Happy at home, when we had
lost you, Zay ! " cried Sophy ; " the
Grange was never like its own self
again. We will keep Philip's birth-
day at home this year — we will keep
it at Briarford — you shall ask every
one of us to come to the Grange. But
after your fever, Zaidee, what hap-
pened then ? "
" We travelled a great deal, and
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then we came back to England. I
was afraid to come to England," said
Zaidee ; " and so indeed we had not
been very long settled here when
Mary met Percy. I went one even-
ing in the carriage to bring her home,
and then I saw him. I could not tell
who he was, Sophy, and yet I knew
him ; and then I heard it was Mr
Vivian, the great author ! and then
he came to Twickenham, and I read
his books, and I was very proud, you
may be sure. But to hear of you all
as if I was a stranger, and to hear
Elizabeth's little girl called Zaidee,
and to hear that Aunt Vivian was ill,
and Philip coming home — oh, Sophy,
I had nearly broken my heart!"
" But it is all over now, dear Zay,
— dear Zay !" cried Sophy, with her
arms round her recovered companion.
" And you were grieved to hear that
Philip had gone to India; and you
ventured to write and send the deed.
Do you know, we began to be so
eager every post- time after your first
letter came. Mamma said you would
be sure to write again, and at first
she was quite confident of finding
you. But never mind all that — you
are found now, Zaidee, and you will
never be lost again. Come down
stairs, where they are all waiting for
us. Where did you get the grey-
hound, Zay ? — was it only one of Sir
David's hounds ? for poor Sermo is not
living now, to stalk after you. I think
I should not have known you so soon
but for the dog. Poor Sermo pined
and died when you were gone. I have
so much to tell you, and so much to
ask you. Do you think Philip is
Changed? But come, they are wait-
ing for us down stairs."
" Here is Sophy, with Miss Vivian ;
and here is the whole breakfast-table
in alarm, lest our heroine should have
disappeared again," said the stately
Sir David Powis, as Zaidee followed
her cousin into the well- tilled break-
fast-room.
" Miss Vivian!" said Sophy; " only
think, mamma, what a devastation
when Zaidee comes to be Miss Vivian !
Elizabeth was Miss Vivian when
Zaidee went away. Then it was Mar-
garet's turn and mine, and now there
is only the youngest. There is no
Miss Vivian in the world but
Zay!"
" Zaidee, come to me," said Marga-
ret, with a little authority; " mamma
had you all last night, and Sophy has
had you this morning, and Elizabeth
will have you at all times. What
beautiful hair she has got, and how
she has grown, and how much she is
like Elizabeth ! Don't you think so,
mamma ? There is a picture in the
gallery that might have been done for
Zaidee. It is quite the family face.
My little Herbert has a little of it.
Did you see my boy, Zaidee ? And
you saw all Elizabeth's children?
Why have you stayed so long away
from home, you foolish child? You
don't know how we have wished for
you, and searched for you. Sophy
sobbed herself to sleep, I cannot tell
how many nights after you were lost,
and we did nothing but dream of you
night and day. I never hear the
winter wind even at Powisland but I
listen for footsteps; and you have
been Miss Cumberland all the while.
How very strange that your adopted
sister should be Percy's betrothed ! —
how very strange ! When we heard
of Miss Cumberland, and of Miss
Cumberland's sister, who was like our
Elizabeth, how little we dreamt that
she was our own Zaidee ! You must
bring Zay to Powisland, mamma.
And Zay, Sir David wants to know
about the old woman who was a ser-
vant to his family. Everything is so
wonderful about this child— Grand-
father Vivian's book, and the person
who served the Powises — she must
have been quite surrounded with
things belonging to the family. You
must have remembered us as well,
Zaidee, as we remembered you."
When Lady Powis paused to take
breath, Mrs Burtonshaw eagerly took
the opportunity. " My dear child,"
said Mrs Burtonshaw, " I am sure
I shall never be able to call you any-
thing but Elizabeth, or to think you
belong to another family. Indeed, I
am sure I never shall; and to think
we should have had her so long, and
never found this out. Maria Anna ! —
and Mary to discover it all! But my
dear Mary always was so sensible a
child. We will all find it very dull
going back to Twickenham, and leav-
ing you behind, my dear love; and
Sylvo will never believe it, I am sure.
It will be very dreary for me, Eliza-
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beth, and Maria Anna will feel it a
great deal, and so will Mr Cumber-
land. I think we will never be able
to stay in that house when we lose
both Mary and yon."
" The house is necessarily imperfect,
sister Burtonshaw," said Mr Cumber-
land. " Improvements are never so
satisfactory as a place well planned
from the beginning. I have a great
mind to begin anew — the Elizabeth-
an style has its advantages ; and I
hear a great deal of the adaptability of
glass. What do you think of glass
and iron as materials for your cottages,
Sir David?— a beautiful material, bril-
liant and inexpensive, and capable of
very rapid erection. By the way, I
know of nothing better adapted to
promote the artistic education of the
people. Those slight iron shafts take
the most beautiful forms ; and as for
colour, nothing can excel glass. Sup-
pose a row of cottages now, instead
of the ordinary affairs, with low
walls and thatched roof, springing up
to the light with these glittering
arches. Depend upon it, sir, a very
great moral influence is in the nature
of our houses. You could not do any-
thing so sure to correct the faults
of your peasantry as to build them
palaces of glass."
" It certainly would be an effectual
lesson against throwing stones," said
Sir David Powis, with well-bred
gravity.
" But, Mr Cumberland, only think
how cold!" cried Sophy, whose appre-
hension was as practical and matter-
of-fact as ever ; " they could never
stand a gale at Briarford ; and then
why, it would quite be living in
public; everybody would see every-
thing they did"."
" So much the better for their trans-
parency and purity of character," said
MrCumberland; " so much the better,
my dear madam — and an immediate
cure to the dangerous propensity of
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the poorer classes for throwing stones,
as Sir David very justly says — but per-
fectly capable of a high rate of tem-
perature, as our conservatories show,
I should not be at all surprised if
the old proverb of " those who live in
glass houses" had a prophetic refer-
ence to this beautiful suggestion. We
do our ancestors very poor justice,
Sir David. I am convinced they per-
ceived the capacity of a great many
things that we, with all our boasts,
are only beginning to put into use. I
consider this an admirable opportunity
for a great moral reformation — to a
man who considers the welfare of his
country, a perfectly sufficient reason
for acquiring land."
And Mr Cumberland turned imme-
diately to the Times Supplement of
yesterday, and began to turn over its
advertisements with an interested eye.
Mr Cumberland already felt a dis-
interested necessity for becoming a
landed proprietor, and in imagination
saw his glittering line of novel cot-
tages, the inhabitants of which should
be effectually convinced of the damage
of throwing stories, shining under the
sun, with a sheen of reflection against
which the homely thatched roof had
no chance. Sir David Powis, who
was a satirist, and loved " a cha-
racter" with his whole heart, drew
near Mr Cumberland with the most
benevolent eagerness to ascertain the
particulars of his scheme ; and Philip
was being questioned at one end of
the table, and Zaidee at the other.
The family party abounded in conver-
sation, every one had so much to ask,
and so much to tell ; and though
Zaidee was the greater wonder of the
two, and somewhat eclipsed Philip,
Philip had been absent equally long,
and had a larger stock of adventures.
The very servants moved about in-
quickened time in that buzz of happy
commotion — the wide family circle
was so full of life.
CHAPTER XXXIV. — THE HEAD OF THE HOUSE.
To the much amazement of all the
family, it appeared that Philip was
anxious to go to London before pro-
ceeding to the Grange, which was
still "home" to all these Vivians.
Grandfather Vivian's will had to be
proved and established, and Zaidee
formally invested with her property,
and Philip had business of his own in
town. Philip proposed a family mi-
gration thither ; he was very sympa-
thetic of the loss which Zaidee's kind
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friends must feel iii losing her so sud-
denly. " I do not care to part with
you, mother, even for a day," said
Philip ; " and it is hard to separate
my cousin from her old life so hur-
riedly."
" But, Philip, it is no worse, at
the very worst, than if she had been
married," said Sophy; "when she
married, of course, she must have left
Mrs Cumberland. Miss Cumberland
herself must leave home when she is
married. It may be very hard, you
know, but we all have to do it, and
this is no worse than Zaidee's mar-
riage would be." But to the sur-
prise of Sophy, Philip regarded with
considerable haughtiness the prospect
of Zaidee's marriage. It did not seem
at all an agreeable object of contem-
plation to the head of the house. He
withdrew from the question with great
gravity and stateliness, and, with
considerable embarrassment mingling
in his usual deference, turned to
Zaidee herself. " If it is only a
whim, will you humour it?" said
Philip, bending over Zaidee's hand.
" I would rather have a little time
elapse before we all go back to the
Grange ; our old home is very dear
to us all, but I ask for a few weeks', a
very few weeks', delay."
Zaidee became embarrassed, too,
in sight of Philip's embarrassment ;
she withdrew from him a little, and
her eyes fell under his glance with an
uncomfortable consciousness. Won-
dering, as she did, what Philip could
mean, Zaidee did not inquire into it ;
she consented to his wish readily,
but with considerable confusion. " If
Zaidee will invite us, let us all keep
Philip's birthday at home in the
Grange," cried Sophy; and to this
there was a universal assent. But
when Mary and Zaidee, with Percy
for their squire, and Mrs Burling-
ton for their chaperone, set out on a
day's visit to the old family dwelling-
place, Philip evaded all invitations to
accompany them. He preferred not
to see the Grange till his business
was done, and all his plans concluded.
Nobody could understand Philip, and
mysterious whispers of wonder stole
through the family, and Sophy and
Margaret held synods upon him.
Could Philip be u in love," that mys-
terious condition which these old
married ladies were amused at, yet
interested in ? Elizabeth, for her part,
only smiled when she was introduced
to these discussions. Nobody was
jealous of Elizabeth — yet Lady Powis
did grudge a little that the newly-
returned and well-beloved brother
should not give his confidence equally
to all.
But as it happened, Philip had not
given his confidence to any one, if he
had a confidence to give. The family
assembly dispersed from Castle Vivian
to gather again at the Grange ; and
Philip and Percy and Aunt Vivian
accompanied the Cumberland family
to London. Zaidee was still Eliza-
beth, their adopted daughter, to these
kind people ; she was still Aunt Bur-
tonshaw's dear child, though Aunt
Burtonshaw's hopes for Sylvo grew
fainter and fainter ; and the house at
Twickenham was honoured to receive
Mrs Vivian, who would not again
lose sight of the long-lost child. To
the kind but somewhat imperious
mistress of the Grange, Mr Cumber-
land's porch was an intolerable nui-
sance ; she had much ado restraining
herself from sweeping forth its inap-
propriate inmates, who, indeed, made
themselves somewhat embarrassing
neighbours even to Mrs Cumberland.
Silver spoons were continually sliding
out by the buttery-hatch, which was
intended for nothing less innocent than
broken meats or bread ; and the bene-
volent dolphin of the fountain was
long since robbed of his enamelled
cup. But, last and worst, the un-
kindest cut of all, those urchins, for
whose benefit Mr Cumberland be-
sought his wealthy brethren to deco-
rate with monograms the front of
their houses, took into their indepen-
dent British minds to pelt Mr Cum-
berland's own monogram with clay,
and, finding it an admirable butt, per-
severed till the philanthropist found
only bits of the dragon's tail and
morsels of the gilding peering out,
unfortunate memorials of the cannon-
ade. ." If these little vagabonds had
been bred in houses of crystal, it
would have fared better with this
ornamentation, for which they do not
yet show themselves sufficiently edu-
cated," said Mr Cumberland, undis-
mayed. " Sir David Powis is a very
sensible man, sister Burtonshaw.
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The next generation will be better
taught. You shall see no missiles
either of stone or clay in the hands
of the boys of my cottages. We will
refine these uncultivated natures, sis-
ter Burtonshaw — never fear!" and
Mr Cumberland retired to perfect his
plan for the construction of cottages
of iron and glass.
" Sylvo is coming here for a week
or two, Elizabeth," said Mrs Burton-
shaw. " Poor Sylvo, I am sure you
will be kind to him, my darling, and
not send the poor boy away. He is
a very different man from Mr Vivian,
my love. I do not deny that Mr
Vivian is handsome, Elizabeth, and
a very fine young man; but I am
afraid he always takes his own way.
Now Sylvo, though he is so manly, is
so easy, and so good ; any one that
he loves can make him do anything,
my dear child."
" Sylvo is very good and very
kind. I know he is, Aunt Burton-
shaw," said Zaidee.
" Yes, indeed, my love, though I
am his mother, Sylvo is very good,
Elizabeth. Now, I am sure there is
something very grand about Mr
Vivian; but for my part, I always
feel I would rather do his way than
make him do mine, and that makes
a great difference in married life, my
dear child. All the ladies wanted to
go to the Grange, that place of yours,
my dear ; but Mr Vivian wanted to
come to London, and therefore we
came ; and all your trouble and your
running away was because Mr Vivian
would not hear reason. I like him
very well ; he is a very handsome
young man, and I do not wonder his
family are proud of him; but I do
not think I should like to marry Mr
Vivian, Elizabeth ; he is a great deal
different from my Sylvo. I am afraid
he always takes his own way."
Zaidee did not dispute the fact, for
in her secret heart she was greatly
disturbed about Philip. What Philip
was doing was not at present very
well known to any of them. He
lived in London with Percy, but came
faithfully with Percy every night to
visit the family at Twickenham.
Percy had made the boldest dash into
the business of his legitimate profes-
sion. Some one who knew the family,
and admired the genius of it, had re-
tained him to advocate his cause in
a plea very shortly to be tried ; and
Percy laughed his gay, scornful laugh
when remonstrances were made against
his daily visits to his betrothed, and
when his time of preparation was
spoken of. " I am quite prepared,"
said Percy, and there was no farther
room to say a word. But one even-
ing, while they sat in expectation of
the brothers, Mr Steele came to pay
one of his visits. " Have you heard
what happened to young Vivian?"
said Mr Steele. " The case came on
before it was expected, and he got up
immediately, and made the most bril-
liant speech that has been heard for
years ; but when the young gentle-
man sat down, what do you think he
had done, Mrs Burtonshaw ? Instead
of pleading his client's cause, he had
been pleading the opposition — and
gained his plea!"
It was but too true. Percy came
out very rueful, very comical — vary-
ing between great discomfiture and
despondency, and fits of overpowering
laughter. "It was not my side, to
be sure, but it was the right of the
question," said Percy. " They could
never have gained it with their
blundering fellow of a leading coun-
sel, who could make nothing of it,
right or wrong. I can't help it ; and
now I suppose I am done ; they may
call me Single- speech Vivian. Alas
for the evanescent glory of fees ! I
will never get one again."
It happened, fortunately, that Mr
Cumberland was greatly tickled with
this misadventure of his son-in-law
elect. It struck the philosopher's
peculiar sense of humour ; and no-
body had a word of blame to say to the
gay Percy, who was already casting
about in his fertile brains for some
other expedient, which might be more
successful, to disembarrasshim. Philip
was standing by the window with his
mother. The mirror gave a pretty
reflection of these two figures — the
little lady in her widow's dress, with
a rich India shawl which Philip had
brought, replacing the Shetland wool
one which has been worn out before
now; but her rich, dim, black silk
gown, and her widow's cap the same
as of old, her waist as slender, her
foot in its high-heeled shoe, as rapid
and as peremptory — her whole person
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as completely realising the fairy god-
mother of Zaidee' s fancy as it had
ever done ; while Philip stood beside
her in the easy, unelaborate dress of
an English gentleman, with his close
curls clustering about his manly head,
his cheek bronzed, his hand laid
playfully upon his mother's shoulder :
he has been making a report to her,
laughing at some objections she urges,
and explaining rapidly and clearly
something which his mother only
receives with difficulty, shaking her
head. While they stand thus, Mrs
Vivian suddenly calls Zaidee to her ;
on the instant Philip Vivian relapses
into a stately and deferential paladin
— the most chivalrous knight who
ever worshipped his lady from afar—
and withdraws a step back as his
beautiful cousin comes forward to
answer his mother's summons. Mrs
Vivian has put away Zaidee's simple
muslin gowns, and has dressed her
richly as it suits her fair form to be
dressed ; and the maker of these
rustling silks has made them after
an antique fashion, which, in Philip's
fancy, adds the last aggravation of
which it is capable to Zaidee's singular
beauty. This lovely lady of romance
is that same Zaidee who, with a child's
love and unthinking generosity, sacri-
ficed all her world of comfort and secu-
rity for the sake of Philip. This is the
Zaidee who once made a certain pro-
posal to Philip, which roused his
boyish manhood only to annoyance
and embarrassment ; but the Philip of
the present time has learned an in-
finite deal of humility from those eyes
which once appealed to him as the
highest judge. As he steps back, he
makes a beseeching sign to his mother,
of which Mrs Vivian, who is not in
the habit of hiding her son's candle
under a measure, takes no notice as
she proceeds.
"What do you think Philip has
been doing, Zaidee? Your cousins'
portions were suddenly brought to no-
thing by that unfortunate will. The
children were all penniless : Margaret
had nothing when she married, and
neither had Sophy, poor child, who
had more need for it ; and Percy has
got embarrassed, you know. Well,
here is Philip, who, after all, did not
get Castle Vivian as an inheritance
so much as a purchase — what do you
think he says he has been doing?
He has been settling the portions of
the younger children upon them —
more than they could have had, had
we kept the Grange — very consider-
able fortunes, indeed, Zaidee. He
has made himself quite a poor man,
Philip ought not to have done it ;
what do you say, child?"
" I only remember what Philip said
to me, Aunt Vivian, when I found
the will," said Zaidee.
"And what was that?" said Mrs
Vivian eagerly. Philip made a pre-
tence of drawing still farther back,
but, like a hypocrite, while he pre-
tended to turn away, only came the
nearer.
" He said it was the office of the
head of the house to see that the
children of the house had all their
rights," said Zaidee ; and she raised
to Philip those glistening beautiful
eyes which struck Philip with such
profound humility. He turned away
on the instant, afraid to trust himself,
but he could not help hearing the end
of Zaidee's sentence. " This is Philip's
inheritance, Aunt Vivian. I under-
stand it— he is the head of the house !"
CHAPTER XXXV. — CONCLUSION.
14 My dear love, Sylvo is coming
to-morrow," said Mrs Burtonshaw.
Mrs Burtonshaw was nervous about
Sylvo' s coming, and told every indi-
vidual in the house, though every one
already knew. Sylvo came from Lon-
don, and brought with him, instead of
the peaceful portmanteau which might
have been expected, the most marvel-
lous stock of baggage—" traps," as
Sylvo was pleased to entitle them.
Among these were two fowling-pieces,
a magnificently mounted dirk, and
some murderous revolvers, with one
or two extraordinary plaids or blan-
kets, the use of all which to a quiet
country gentleman in Essex, Mrs Bur-
tonshaw could not divine. Sylvo was
much disposed to silence for the first
day of his visit ; and though the leaves
were thin, and the grass no longer de-
sirable as a couch, Sylvo still frequent-
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ed the group of trees among which he
had been wont to enjoy his cigar. On
the second day, Sylvo's mouth was
opened ; he had been discovered seat-
ed among the trees, polishing with his
own hand the silver mounting of his
favourite revolver. " Mansfield is
just about setting out ; he's a famous
fellow," said Sylvo. This oracular
speech was enough to fill his mother
with alarm and trembling. " Mr Mans-
field is quite a savage," said Mrs Bur-
tonshaw, with dignity ; " I do not
wonder he should be glad to go back
again. He may be quite a fine gen-
tleman among those poor creatures,
Sylvo, but he is not very much at
home."
Sylvo's " ha, ha" came with consi-
derable embarrassment from behind his
mustache. " Fact is, I thought of
taking a turn myself to see the world,"
said Sylvo. "A man can't be shut
up in a house like a girl. Mansfield's
the best companyXgoing — better than
a score of your grand men ; never have
such another chance."
" To see the world ? " said Mrs
Burtonshaw. " What do you call
seeing the world, you poor simple boy?
And there is my dear darling child,
Elizabeth, you will leave her pining,
you unfeeling great fellow, and never
say a word ? "
"Much she cares!" said Sylvo,
getting up very hastily. u If she is a
beauty, what have I got to do with it,
when she won't have me ? I'll be off,
mother ; you can keep the place, and
see things all right. Mansfield's a^
long way better than Elizabeth for*
me."
" My dear boy, she would have you.
Do not go and leave us, Sylvo ; she
will break her heart," said simple Mrs
Burtonshaw.
But Sylvo only whistled a long
shrill " whew ! " of undutiful scepti-
cism. " I know better," said Sylvo ;
and he went off to his cigar.
And thus was the exit of Sylvester
Burtonshaw. Sylvo may write a book
when he comes home, for anything
that can be predicted to the contrary.
Sylvo, at the present moment, lives a
life which the vagrants in Mrs Cum-
berland's porch would sink under in a
week. Sylvo tramps barefoot over
burning deserts, hews his way through
unimaginable jungle, fights wild beasts,
and has a very hard struggle for his
savage existence ; all for no reason in
the world, but because he happened
to be born to wealth and leisure, and
found it a very slow thing to be an
English country gentleman. No won-
der the savages whom Sylvo emulates
open their heathen eyes in the utmost
wonder ; he does it for pleasure, this
extraordinary Englishman, and roars
his " ha, ha," out of his forest of beard,
over all his voluntary hardship. Sa-
vage life has no such phenomenon ;
and, for the good of society, when
he comes home, Sylvo will write a
book.
" Sylvo will be quite happy— it will
do him good, Aunt Burtonshaw,"
said Mary Cumberland ; " and you
have still two children — you have
Elizabeth and me."
Whereupon Aunt Burtonshaw wipes
her kind eyes, and is comforted.
Mary will be a bride so soon,
there is little time to think of any-
thing else — for Percy, with his
younger brother's fortune, can be con-
tent with that other profession of
literature, in which he cannot have
the same brilliant misadventures as
in the learned myteries of law — and
there is to be a marriage here at
Twickenham. But all this while
the great mirror over the wall, when
it holds up its picture of Zaidee's
beautiful face, chronicles a constant
shade of perplexity — an anxious cloud
upon this fair brow of hers, which is
like the brow of a queen. There is
^o understanding Philip — he is a per-
petual mystery with his reserve and
courtly politeness ; and now his birth-
day is approaching very closely, and
they all prepare to go home to the
Grange.
It is wild October weather on the
hill of Briarford. Over that great
waste of sky the clouds are hurrying
in the wildest flight, and this bold
gale has pleasure in tossing them close
upon each other in black tumultuous
masses, and scattering them abroad
anon with a shout of triumph. There
is no change upon the wet green carpet
of these Cheshire fields, and there are
still the old gables and haystacks of
Briarford, the square tower of the
church among these little plumes of
blue smoke, and the dwarf oaks in the
hedgerows shaking their knotted
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branches and remainder leaves in the
face of the strong blast. Above here,
on the lawn of the Grange, the winds
are rushing together, as the strangers
think, from every quarter under
heaven ; but even the strangers feel the
wild exhilaration of the sweeping gale,
which raises their voices into gay shouts
of half-heard words and laughter, and
keeps up a perpetual riot round this
exposed and far-seeing dwelling-place.
The sea is roaring with an angry curl
upon yonder line of sandbanks far
away — a lingering line of red among
yonder storm-clouds tells of the sun-
set, as it yields unwillingly to night —
and all these solitary lines of road
trace out the silent country travelling
towards the sky; but there is no Mari-
ana now at the window of the Grange
looking for the wayfarer who never
comes. The red and genial fire-light
gleams between the heavy mullions of
the great window ; there is light in
the library, light in the young ladies
room — the bright cross light of old.
The modern windows at the other end
of the drawing-room are draped once
more to their feet with crimson cur-
tains, but no veil shuts out that
glimpse of wild sky with its tumult of
cloud and wind, across which these
great mullions of stone print them-
selves like bars. There is Mrs Vivian's
easy-chair and her high footstool;
there is Percy's writing-table, where
Percy has been writing ; there is the
hereditary newspaper, at which Philip
no longer " pshaws," but sometimes
laughs outright. But in all this familiar
room there is no living object familiar;
there is only a group of beautiful
children playing in the light of the fire.
Lady Powis is making a grand
toilette. Sophy is wasting her dress-
ing-hour talking to Mary Cumber-
land, but there are still two beautiful
faces reflected dimly in the little mir-
ror over the bright fireplace of the
young ladies' room. One of them, in
its matronly fulness and sweet tran-
quillity, is Elizabeth Vivian; the other
has a shadow on its beauty. Zaidee
is in her own house, but Zaidee is not
at rest.
"Philip says perhaps— perhaps he
may still return to India," says Zaidee.
" Even Castle Vivian does not undo
the harm I did, Elizabeth. I think
Philip is changed."
VOL. LXXVIIL— NO. CCCCLXXXII.
" And I will tell you what I think,"
said Elizabeth, drawing close to her
the beautiful cheek which was so like
her own. "I have always thought it
through all our trouble, and I have
always been right, Zaidee; we will
wait quietly, and see what God is
pleased to make of this, dear child. I
fear no change."
" You said that long ago, before I
left the Grange," said Zaidee.
"Did I say it of Bernard ? I for-
get now that Bernard is not myself,"
said Elizabeth, with a smile, and in
those sweet tones which came to every
one like the voice of peace. " I am a
good prophet, then, for this came
true."
And Elizabeth left the young heiress
alone with her thoughts. These were
not desirable companions for Zaidee.
She came into the drawing-room,
paused a moment before the great win-
dow to look at the sky and the clouds-,
paused again to speak to the children,
and then, struck by a sudden fancy,
went to the library to look for Grand-
father Vivian's book, which had been
restored to its place there. The library
was half lighted, the curtains were not
drawn, the open sky looked in once
more, and Zaidee started to see Philip
sitting in the partial light by the table,
leaning his head upon his hands.
She would have turned back again,
but he rose and brought her to the
table ; she stood by him for a moment
there, with the strangest unspeakable
embarrassment. In the darkness,
Zaidee's beautiful cheek burned with
a blush of recollection : she remem-
bered the last time she stood by Philip's
side in this apartment — she remem-
bered her own child's heart troubled
to its depths, and the young man's
momentary harshness and boyish
shame. It was the same scene, the
same half light, the same uncurtained
window ; and there stood the elbow-
chair, in which she fancied Grand-
father Vivian might sit exulting in the
success of his evil purpose. Zaidee
stood quite still, neither moving nor
speaking. Was Grandfather Vivian
looking on now ?
Then Philip said, "Zaidee." He
never called her so — yet Zaidee did
not look up "with pleasure — she
rather looked down all the more, and
felt her blush burn warmer upon her
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cheek. Philip took the only mode
which remained to him of ascertaining
what her eyes were dreaming of. He
stooped so low that his proud head
touched those hands of Zaidee's which
unwillingly submitted to be held in
Philip's hand — and then the head of
the house spoke to the heiress of the
Grange.
" Zaidee, what did you say to me
when we were last here together ? Do
you remember? that pure child's heart
of yours that feared no evil — Zaidee,
where is it now?"
Zaidee made no answer — but she
stood quite still, with her blush burn-
ing on her cheek, and the tears in her
eyes.
" I am not so disinterested as you
were. You kill me if you send me
away," said Philip. " I have no
thought of generosity for my part,
Zaidee. I confess it is myself and my
own happiness I am thinking of. I
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cannot be content to share you with
my mother, with Sophy and Marga-
ret and Elizabeth. You drive me
now to the humblest attitude, the
meanest argument. You little Zaidee,
who once would have married Philip,
will you do it now 1 — or will you
send me to India again to throw my
life away ? "
How Philip pleaded further, there
is no record, — but Philip neither threw
his life away nor went to India. Philip
Vivian of Castle Vivian and of Briar-
ford, the head of the house, has the
most beautiful wife in all Cheshire,
not even excepting Mrs Bernard
Morton ; and after all the grief
and sacrifice and suffering it has
occasioned, this will of Grandfather
Vivian has become the most harmless
piece of paper in the world, and it is
not of the slightest importance to any
creature which of these two claimants
is the true heir of the Grange.
SIMONY AND LAY PATRONAGE, HISTORICALLY AND MORALLY CONSIDERED.
THE present century has been fer-
tile in legal reforms: a vast deal,
however, remains to be accomplished ;
and there is probably hardly a pro-
vince of the law so urgently demand-
ing revision as that which regulates
the transfer of the temporalities of the
Church. The anomalies which dis-
figure this branch of our jurisprudence
are disgraceful to any code, and are
fraught with constant prejudice to re-
ligion. They originated, for the most
part, in an early confusion between
the temporal and the spiritual ele-
ments of ecclesiastical office — a con-
fusion at first rather accidental than
designed, but afterwards systemati-
cally fostered by the policy of the
medieval champions of the Roman
Church, with a view to her own
monopoly of ecclesiastical patronage.
A mischievous principle thus incor-
porated in the canon law has trans-
mitted its pernicious influence to our
own days : it has engendered infinite
caprice and inconsistency in the law —
great embarrassment in the conscience
— great scandals in the Church — and
great inconvenience both to clergy-
men and to lay patrons of ecclesias-
tical preferment.
The remedy for these obliquities
cannot safely be delayed ; and there
are many symptoms of the approach
of a crisis, when the excess of the
evil will work its cure. The subject
has twice undergone parliamentary
discussion : it was suspended during
last session owing to the absorbing
interest of the war, but will probably
be revived when our legislators re-
sume their functions at St Stephen's.
A late Minister pledged himself to a
revision of this province of the law,
the complications and absurdities of
which afford so convenient a handle
to the champions of opposite creeds
and parties, whose organs in the press
have recently propounded various
solutions of the problem. On the
one hand, the enemies of the Church
point the finger of triumphant scorn
to these defects in the ecclesiastical
system ; on the other, a small but in-
1. WADDILOVE'S Church Patronage. 1 854.
2. Bill for the Amendment of the Laws relating to
M.P. March 1854.
. H. J. PHILLIMORE,
1855.J
Historically and Morally Considered.
fluential section of the Church— with
whom Dr Robert Phillimore may
fairly be held to have identified him-
self— have long been availing them-
selves of the scandals thus excited,
and of the popular misconception of
the true attributes of simony, to fet-
ter with additional and highly in-
jurious restrictions the transfer of lay
patronage, with a view, apparently,
to its eventual extinction. They
modestly call upon Parliament to
forbid the sale of next presentations,
— a prohibition which, if once en-
acted, must soon extend to the pur-
chase of advowsons ; and this neces-
sary concession would, as we shall
subsequently explain, virtually sub-
Tert that system of lay patronage
which, among its many benefits, has
secured a fair representation of theo-
logical principles, and the due influ-
ence of the laity in ecclesiastical
nominations. The large majorities
which rejected Dr Phillimore's bill
relieve us from any apprehension that
a rechauffe of his abortive and illusory
scheme — the herald of evils greater
than those it fallaciously pretended
to cure — will receive the sanction of
the House of Commons. It is, how-
ever, upon several grounds, entitled
to serious attention. It derives im-
portance from its author's connection
with Gladstone, whose tool and in-
strument he is ; from the persevering
and determined efforts which, if we
may judge from the tone of the
Guardian newspaper, an extreme
party in the Church are exerting to
convert it into law ; from its tendency
to exclude the middle classes from
the avenues to clerical preferment,
and to enhance the existing evils of
family patronage, as well as from the
reality of the evil of which it is pro-
fessedly the palliative or the anti-
dote, but in truth an aggravation.
That evil must be encountered, not
by paltry shifts and empirical altera-
tives— Lord John Russell's favourite
machinery — but by measures at once
cautious and comprehensive — mea-
sures which can only originate from
a thorough appreciation of its real
character and sources.
A brief historical sketch of the laws
relating to simony, lay patronage,
and the transfer of benefices, forms
an essential prelude to any intelligible
665
discussion of the question, which
naturally divides itself into three
heads : —
I. Church legislation on simony,
and on lay patronage, from the earliest
times down to the close of the great
contest of investitures. II; The de-
velopment of this branch of the ec-
clesiastical and common law of
England. III. The anomalies and
mischievous influence of the statutes
now in operation, and the various
suggestions which have been offered
for the amendment of the law.
I. The offence for which Simon
Magus was denounced by St Peter
was " the thought that the gift of
God" (the power of conferring the
Holy Ghost upon others) " might be
purchased with money." — (Acts,
viii. 20.) Thus the primitive idea
of simony denoted the purchase of
spiritual powers for mercenary ends :
the medieval confusion, as we shall
presently explain, applied it indis-
criminately to the transfer of tempo-
ralities by sale ; while our own law
is so perplexed, not to say contradic-
tory, that it is impossible to elicit
from its study any clear and consis-
tent definition of the crime denounced.
The early legislation of the Church,
and especially the subsequent recog-
nition of the rights of lay patronage,
will authenticate our version of the
original attributes of simony, since
they show that it was thus under-
stood for ages by the Church, before
any source of confusion or motive for
misconstruction had arisen. The
earliest allusion to the sale of ordi-
nations occurs in the twenty- second
of the apostolical canons, said to have
been drawn up by Clement, who, at
the end of the first century, was con-
secrated Bishop of Rome. Those
canons, however, never made their
appearance before the fifth century,
whose production they have been
generally held. The so-called apos-
tolic decrees were probably invented
to support the authority of the second
canon of the council of Chalcedon,
which assembled in the year 452 A.D.,
and was the first O3cumenical council
which denounced ecclesiastical pen-
alties against the bishop who should
ordain for ** money, or put a price on
the gift of the Spirit, which cannot
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be made the subject of sale ; or who
should promote any one of those who
bear any clerical office, for his own
gain of filthy lucre." Previously to
this, however, towards the end of the
fourth century, the practice of taking
money for the consecration of bishops
had aroused the indignation of Basil,
the successor of Eusebius on the epis-
copal throne of Caesarea. In his se-
venty-sixth epistle, he launches his
episcopal censure against several pre-
lates under his jurisdiction, who were
sufficiently convicted by their own de-
fence, which alleged that, as they had
received the money after, and not
before ordination, they were not
strictly amenable to the charge of
simony. Half a century later, the
venerable St Isidore echoes the de-
nunciations of Basil, inveighing,
among other delinquencies, against
the Bishop of Damietta, who had
reared a magnificent church by the
profits arising from the sale of ad-
missions to the priesthood. In the
year 401, St Chrysostom held a coun-
cil at Ephesus, which was attended
by seventy- six prelates, who arraigned
and convicted six members of the
episcopal order of the crime of pur-
chasing their consecration.
The rights and privileges of lay
patronage originated in the legislation
of Justinian, who, in order to encour-
age the endowment of churches in the
country, gave the founders a qualified
right of appointing clerks to minister
therein. He protected the Church by
reserving to the bishop a right of re-
jection, in case the patron's nominee,
on presenting himself as a candidate
for holy orders, proved unworthy of
the sacred office. He also exacted from
the young Levite an oath that he had
neither given nor promised anything
for his ordination ; and the prelate
who dispensed with this engagement
was liable to lose his mitre.
But the guarantee devised by the
emperor to insure the purity of
church appointments was unhappily
imperfect. If the patron's nominee
was a layman, the discretion reserved
to the diocesan was available, for he
could always refuse ordination upon
reasonable grounds of objection. But
if the candidate was a clergyman, the
patron's nomination was absolute :
and the bishop had no authority to-
reject the clerk. There is scarcely the
shadow of a doubt — so decided is the
balance both of authorities and of pro-
bability— that from the age of Jus-
tinian clown to the end of the great
contest for investitures, the whole ot
the benefices in the gift of lay patrons
corresponded to that inconsiderable
class of English livings entitled "Don-
atives," where there is no institution
or induction on the part of the bishop,
but the patron's choice confers a full
right both to the temporal emoluments
and the cure of souls. " Formerly,"
says Mr Cripps,* u the incumbent
took his church by investiture of
the patron. Institution by the ordi-
nary was introduced about the time
of Richard I. or John." " Where the
clerk was already in orders," says
Blackstone,f " the living was usually
vested in him by the sole donation of
the patron, till about the middle of the
twelfth century, when the pope and
his bishops endeavoured to introduce
a kind of feodal dominion over eccle-
siastical benefices, and in consequence
thereof began to claim and exercise
the right of institution universally as
a species of spiritual investiture." The
efforts of Hildebrand and his party
were, as we shall presently see, crown-
ed with partial success : and Arch-
bishop Becket, the champion of the
papal policy, gained an important ad-
vantage to his Church when he made
episcopal institution essential to the
enjoyment of an English benefice.
A definitive sanction of the rights
of lay patronage was conceded by the
Church in the ninth council of Toledo
(655 A.D.) : while the corruptions in-
cidental to absolute lay nominations
were encountered by a whole armoury J:
of ecclesiastical admonitions and de-
crees, from the middle of the sixth to
the commencement of the ninth cen-
tury.
* Lam relating to the Church and Clergy, p. 492 ; Selden de Dec., 86, 375 383 ;
BURN'S Eccl. Law, 8th ed., note 164.
t STEPHEN'S Blackstone, vol. iii. p. 31. Decretal, lib. iii., tit. 7, cap. 3.
4- Alluding to the Fourth Council of Orleans, cap. 7, 26, held 541 A.D.; the Third
Council of Toledo, 589 A.D., cap. 19. ; the Sixth Council of Aries, 813 A.D., cap 8.
1855.]
Historically and Morally Considered.
Archbishop Theodore introduced
into England an arrangement similar
to that of Justinian, with the same
view of encouraging landed proprie-
tors to build churches ; and Athel-
stane granted the rank of thane to
those lords of the soil who provided
by permanent endowment for the reli-
gious education of their tenants.
Towards the end of the sixth cen-
tury, Gregory I.— an implacable foe
to every form of clerical corruption —
was elected pope. " He watched," says
Dupin, " continually for the mainte-
nance of discipline. Everywhere he
persecuted vice and disorder where-
soever they appeared, and would not
suffer any simony in the Church of
Christ." The denunciations, how-
ever, against simony, contained in his
letters to the bishops and clergy of
his day, are limited to the sale and
purchase of orders, or spiritual func-
tions, by ecclesiastics. Silvester II.,
Leo IX., and Nicholas II., issued
various injunctions to check the pre-
valent abuses of ordination ; but the
pontificate of Alexander II., the im-
mediate predecessor of Gregory VII.,
under whose instigation he probably
acted, marks the birth of a new era
in the policy of the Roman pontiffs.
Then it was that the first attempt was
made to blend in one general category
the acquisition of temporalities and
the purchase of the spiritual powers
conferred by ordination, and to ex-
tend the definition of simony from its
legitimate sphere, the traffic in spiri-
tual functions, to the patron who dis-
posed by sale of the emoluments of a
benefice or bishopric. There had long
been a growing tendency towards this
development. The instances were
very numerous in which the patron's
appointment to a benefice was entirely
beyond episcopal control. Abuses of
such patronage were naturally fre-
quent ; they entailed degradation on
the Church, and inspired the keenest
indignation in the champions of her
rights, whose resentment could hardly
be restrained when they saw the spiri-
tual emblems of the episcopate, the
ring and the crosier, conferred by the
hands of unsanctified laymen, and
observed the imminent danger of the
667
absorption of the Church within the
widening vortex of the feudal system.
A remarkable illustration of the con»
temporary tone of feeling, and of the
policy adopted by the adherents of
the Papacy, will be found in a letter
of Damiani, cardinal bishop of Ostia,
a zealous champion of papal aggran-
disement. Two chaplains of Prince
Godfrey, marquis of Tuscany, having
maintained that to purchase a bishop-
ric, provided that nothing was given
for consecration, did not constitute
simony, since there was no sale of the
sacerdotal office, the cardinal ven-
tures a refutation in the following
terms :•*—
" Since a man cannot be divided
into two distinct persons, whereof
one shall enjoy the temporalities, and
the other perform the spiritual func-
tions ; therefore, when he buys the
temporalities, which he cannot enjoy
until he is advanced to the ecclesias-
tical dignity, and performs the func-
tions thereof, it may be truly said
that he buys the ecclesiastical dig-
nity and the sacrament too ; for the
prince, in granting the investiture of a
bishop, does not give a mere rod only,
but the pastoral staff, and the title
of priesthood, the sacrament whereof
is conferred by ordination ; and there-
fore, although he does not directly
give money for his ordination, yet it
cannot be said to be a gratuitous
donation, since money was instru-
mental to it." * The fallacy of the
cardinal's logic is of course obvious
enough. Strictly speaking, his argu-
ment applies only to that class of
benefices to which we have alluded
above, where clergymen already in
orders were presented by the patron,
and where the diocesan had no power
of rejection, as he had already con-
ferred ordination, and episcopal in-
stitution had in those days no exist-
ence. His great object, however,
was to develop the idea of the rightful
supremacy of the sovereign pontiff
in all ecclesiastical appointments. He
therefore endeavours to apply uni-
versally an argument only true par-
tially. He applies the argument
derivable from the abuses incidental
to absolute lay nomination to the
* Letter to Pope Alexander II. ; DUPIN, Eccl. Hist., Eleventh Century, p. 85 ;
BAEONIUS, Ann. Eccl., yol. ii. p. 367.
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very different case of the episcopate,
where the Church was protected by
the indispensable rite of consecration.
He fails equally in attempting to
support his theory by citing the de-
crees of councils, relying entirely
upon the canons of the council of
Chalcedon, which, as we have already
stated, deal solely with the trade in
spiritualities.
With this period— the eleventh cen-
tury— commenced, as we have said, a
new phase in the policy of the Papal
Court. Hitherto the pontiffs had
been contented with retaining, through
the occasional aid of some powerful
sovereign or soldier, the slender
patch of territory which the asserted
grant of Constantine had conferred
upon them. Their spiritual supre-
macy soared far beyond the paltry
bounds of their temporal dominion ;
but that very supremacy engendered
projects of ambition, which aspired to
secular as well as spiritual control.
Independence of all foreign influence
was the first step to be attained in
the development of papal supremacy.
From the days of Constantine, the
pontiffs had been elected by the con-
current voice of the nobles, the
clergy, and the people ; but the elec-
tion could only be confirmed by the
emperor's assent. This imperial pre-
rogative had been vigorously as-
serted by Justinian and Charlemagne,
and had been fully sanctioned by a
Lateran council, which granted to
Otho and his successors the regula-
tion of the papal See, and the uncon-
trolled election of its bishops. But
the dawn of a new era had arrived ;
the haughty prelates thought they
could now dispense with the em-
peror's protection, and they scorned
to allow the laity, whether patrician,
royal, or plebeian, a voice in the elec-
tion of the heirs of Peter. Accord-
ingly, Nicholas II., swayed by the
paramount influence of Hildebrand,
summoned a council at Rome, which
limited exclusively to the college of
cardinals the future nomination of
the pontiffs. Nicholas II. died ; and
the purple conclave instantly elected
and installed Alexander II., without
vouchsafing the slightest intimation
of their design or its accomplishment
to the emperor, Henry IV. The sur-
prise succeeded : Alexander held the
papal throne against Honorius, the
imperial nominee, and only surrend-
ered the reins of power "to Hilde-
brand, whose puppet he and several
preceding popes had been. The re-
cent triumph of the Papacy over the
emperor enabled Gregory VII. to
advance his pretensions, and the
crisis of the papal fortunes was at-
tained in his demand for the sole
right of presentation and investiture
to all ecclesiastical dignities.
Arguments like these may in some
degree have paved the way for Hil-
debrand's amalgamation of the tem-
poralities and the spiritual functions
of ecclesiastical preferment ; but it
was materially aided by favourable
coincidences — by the general condi-
tion of Europe, and by the flagrant
abuses both of lay and clerical pa-
tronage. The petty states of Italy
laboured, as at the present day,
under the curse of political isolation :
Calabria, Apulia, and Sicily were
already feudatories of the Roman
prelates; Robert the Norman held
his kingdom as a vassal of the pope ;
commerce, not papal aggrandisement,
was the care of Venice, Genoa, and
Pisa ; and the voluptuous Philip I.
of France, surrendering ambition to-
sensuality and luxury, fell an easy
victim to the censures and the inter-
dict launched by Hildebrand against
him. Denmark, Hungary, Norway,
Sweden, Poland, Russia — each in their
turn were summoned to do homage to
the pontiff— fealty and protection on
the one hand, vengeance and excom-
munication on the other.
At this important crisis, the tide of
venality in the barter of ecclesiastical
offices had reached its flood. Of this
evil, Gregory himself and his par-
tisans in the Church were in no
slight degree the authors and abettors.
They had perpetrated a fatal incon-
sistency. Nothing short of a radical
change in human nature could justify
their presumption that vast temporal
possessions, and vast temporal power,
would neither inspire unhallowed
motives for seeking ordination, nor
lead to misuse of the overflowing
treasures, once obtained. The clergy
were above public opinion — of which,
indeed, they were the sole organs.
1855.]
Historically and Morally Considered.
" Religion," says a celebrated author,*
" might at first beguile itself into
rapacity, on account of the sacred
and beneficent uses to which it de-
signed to devote wealth and power.
But rapacity would soon throw off
the mask, and assume its real cha-
racter. Personal passions and desires
would intrude into the holiest sanc-
tuary. Pious works would become
secondary, subordinate, till at last
they would vanish from the view ;
ambition, avarice, pride, prodigality,
luxury, would by degrees supplant
those rare and singular virtues."
The Church derived her recruits at
once from the highest and the lowest
classes of the community. The loftiest
noble might well covet the archi-
episcopal throne, \vhich, in many
cases, such as that of Hincmar, over-
shadowed and eclipsed the crown;
•while the lowliest peasant found his
account in the security, the immuni-
ties, and the respect paid to the
humblest orders of the clergy. What
was so valuable attracted general
cupidity ; and the contagion of simony
pervaded every ecclesiastical grade.
" The bishop who had bought his
see indemnified himself by selling
the inferior prebends or cures. The
layman who purchased holy orders
bought usually peace, security of
life, comparative ease. Those who
aspired to higher dignities soon re-
paid themselves for the outlay, how-
ever large and extortionate. At this
period, not merely the indignant
satire of the more austere, but graver
history and historical poetry — even
the acts and decrees of councils —
declare that, from the Papacy down
to the lowest parochial cure, every
spiritual dignity and function was
venal. The highest bishops confessed
their own guilt ; the bishopric of
Rome had too often been notoriously
bought and sold." In Milan — the
Ambrosian Milan— simony had reach-
ed such a height, that for every
spiritual office a sum was paid pro-
portionate to its value. The bishop,
Guido, himself attained the episco-
pate by sheer purchase ; and Ariald,
the tribune of the Church, the im-
passioned advocate of purity, paid
the forfeit of his life, notwithstanding
the support of Rome, to the fury of
the faction which opposed reform.
Nor were lay patrons slow to swell
the tide of corruption. Too often the
martial retainer of some powerful
noble or baronial chief received from
his lord an abbacy or a priory as the
guerdon of his spear. Too often
clerical preferment was the degrading
reward of some deed of villany which
could only be accomplished by priest-
ly intervention. Sometimesx too, by
virtue of a compromise, which re-
vealed the purity of both parties,
half the annual profits of the benefice
were reserved to the patron by his
nominee. u The nobles," says Mr
Bowden, " in those times, continually
procured the ordination of their
younger sons or relatives, for the
sole purpose of qualifying them for
the acceptance of lucrative benefices ;
giving them, while they did so, the
same military training and secular
habits with the rest of the family.
Others procured the admission to the
priesthood of dependants, whom they
intended to retain in subordinate
stations in their household. 4 Such,'
says the high-principled Agobard,
archbishop of Lyons in the days of
Louis the Debonnair, * is the disgrace
of our times, that there is scarcely
one who aspires to any degree of
honour who has not his domestic
priest; and this, not that he may
obey him, but that he may command
his obedience alike in things lawful
and things unlawful, in things human
and things divine: so that these
chaplains are constantly to be found
serving the tables, mixing the strain-
ed wine, leading out the dogs,
managing the ladies' horses, or look-
ing after the lands.'" f
In this wide and general reign of
avarice and cupidity, the excess of
the evil rejected palliatives, and de-
manded an extraordinary and radical
cure. It thus became easy for Hilde-
brand to justify to himself, and to the
ardent zeal of his partisans, his ex-
* DEAN MILMAN, History of Latin Christianity, vol. iii. p. 105.
t BOWDEN, Life of Gregory VIL, vol. i. p. 47 ; AGOBARD, De Privilegio et Jure
Sacerdotii, § xi. Henry IV., the Franconian Emperor, sat in council with his nobles
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travagant demand for the presenta-
tion and investiture to every eccle-
siastical dignity. To effect this, how-
ever, it was necessary to fuse toge-
ther the rights and privileges of lay
patrons and the independent spiritual
powers of the Episcopate, as equally
amenable to the arbitration of the
supreme pontiff. It was necessary
to obliterate the distinction, acknow-
ledged both by law and reason, be-
tween the temporalities and the
spiritualities of the Church. Not
only the bishop, who bartered ordi-
nation for gold, but the patron, who
negotiated a transfer of the temporal
emoluments by sale, was branded
with the odious imputation of simony.
*' The definition of the crime," says
Mr Bowderi, the eloquent apologist of
Hildebrand, tfwas, in the language
of its impugners, so far extended as
to include the obtaining benefices by
undue obsequiousness or adulation,
as well as by positive purchase."*
Threats of excommunication and de-
privation were fulminated against all
ecclesiastics who should accept pre-
ferment at the hands of the laity,
whether emperors and kings, or
others of inferior degree ; and this
notwithstanding the recent confirma-
tion, by a council assembled at Rome,
of the rights which Justinian had
sanctioned.
The Church, in entering upon the
conflict, had a show of justice upon
her side. The first step was happily
timed. Much scandal had arisen
from the royal custom of investiture
by the ring and crosier, purely spiri-
tual symbols in the belief of church-
men,— the one being the emblem of
the bishop's marriage to his Church,
the other the type of his pastoral
charge. Various expedients were
mutually espoused and defeated ; till,
at last, the outrage of a layman gave
Hildebrand a base whereon to rear
his magnificent exaggeration of the
papal dignity. A council was sum-
moned at Rome, " which forbade
the kings and princes of the earth to
exercise their right of investiture to
any spiritual dignity, and transferred
to the pope alone a patronage and in-
fluence more than sufficient to bal-
ance, within their own dominions, all
the powers of all the monarchs of
Christendom.''! The councils of
Clermont and Placentia faithfully re-
gistered and re-echoed the pontifical
edict ; bishops and priests were for-
bidden to take the oath of allegiance
to their princes ; and it was only by
appeal to arms that Henry V., after
many vicissitudes, in the course of
which the sanctuary of St Peter was
polluted with blood, settled the terms
of a compromise between the lay and
ecclesiastical powers. In that settle-
ment, the Church, in " the first gene-
ral Lateran Council," declared that
the ecclesiastic elected to a bishopric
or abbacy should receive his regalia
at the hands of the emperor, and do
homage for them; but that, in the
ceremony of investiture, the emperor
should no longer use the insignia ot
spiritual authority, but the sceptre
only. Thus the Church recognised
the twofold attributes of a bishopric,
as illustrated by the distinctive sym-
bols of investiture, — the one denoting
the spiritual functions, the other the
temporal accidents of the episcopal
office. That reaction which, by the
inexorable decree of Providence,
avenges every usurpation of ecclesi-
astical or civil power, in some degree
restored the equitable balance which
the papal encroachments had dis-
turbed.
Much injustice has been done to the
character of Hildebrand by critics
who cannot or will not appreciate
the external conditions which of ne-
cessity largely influenced his career.
Sir James Stephen, whom we have
cited above, merely paints over again
that traditional image which the pen
of Hallam has bequeathed to a tribe
of inferior writers. They have alto-
gether ignored a most important ele-
ment in forming their estimate of
Gregory VII., — that exaggeration of
the rights of lay patronage which we
have alluded to above, and which
on the disposal of the vacant abbey of Fulda, when a crowd of abbots and monks bid
publicly and unblushingly before him, as at an auction, for that much-coveted dignity.
And similar scenes were not unfrequent. — BOWDEN, vol. ii. p
* Ibid., vol. i. p. 289. f Sir J. STEPHEN'S Es
72.
STEPHEN'S Assays, tit. " Hildebrand."
1855.]
Historically and Morally Considered.
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frequently entitled a layman to the
uncontrolled nomination of a minister.
In mere justice, it ought to have been
alleged as a partial solution of those
stretches of ecclesiastical prerogative,
fraught at first sight with so arrogant
a semblance. It was essential to
vindicate the right either of the dio-
cesan, the metropolitan, or the su-
preme pontiff, to ratify or annul the
patron's election of a priest. This
Gregory attempted to do when he
claimed the privilege of investiture,
by which he signified the spiritual
rite of institution. His pontificate
undeniably achieved the recognition
by mankind of what had come to
seem, in the eyes of his generation,
strange and novel principles ; the
rightful exemption of the Church
from feudal vassalage; and the ne-
cessary existence in her constitution
of an authority independent of the
authority of kings, and underived
from any regulations of merely human
original. He prevented that secular-
isation of the Church — that amalga-
mating incorporation into the state —
which must, humanly speaking, have
reduced that divine institution into a
machine to be worked by the hands
of the civil magistrate, like the hea-
then religions — into a mere compo-
nent of the feudal system of the em-
pire. His absorption into the Papacy
of the independent powers of the
episcopate is theoretically indefen-
sible ; but mighty evils require
mighty remedies — unity is essential
to the prompt exertion of power ; and
the temporary elevation of the Papacy
achieved the end assigned by the wis-
dom of ancient legislation to the dic-
tators of classical Rome.
The contest of investiture was
fought in England with a nearly simi-
lar issue. The arrogant demands pre-
ferred by Anselm in the name of the
pope were energetically resisted by
Henry I. ; the sovereign retained the
privilege of the conge cfelire, the cus-
tody of the temporalities during the
vacancy of a see, and the right of
homage from the bishop-elect, while
the free election of abbots and pre-
lates was secured to the clergy.
These rights were confirmed by the
constitutions of Clarendon, which,
beneath the sceptre of Henry II.,
subverted, by subjecting the clerical
order to secular authority, that para-
mount ecclesiastical supremacy which
had ever been the darling scheme of
Hildebrand. The concessions ex-
torted from the imbecile and tyran-
nical John by the papal Court were
redeemed by the energy and wisdom
of Edward I., the English Justinian,
in whose reign were passed the sta-
tutes entitled "Quare impedit," and
"• Pnemunire," — the one fortifying
the privileges of lay patrons against
the encroachments of the prelacy, the
other securing the rights of the crown
in episcopal nominations.
II. Thus, at the close of the great
struggle for investiture, the mischiev-
ous confusion between the temporali-
ties and the spiritual functions of the
Church, which the papal policy had
aggravated, was in some measure
dispelled. Several circumstances,
however, unhappily conspired to be-
queath it as a legacy to our own
days ; and we discern its pernicious
fruit in the anomalies and the caprice
of our own law. The Gregorian defi-
nition of simony survived the Lateran
settlement, and was incorporated in
the canon law ; the mutual jealousy
of civilians, canonists, and common
lawyers, fomented and stereotyped
arbitrary distinctions ; the ambitious
zeal or the sordid craft of powerful
churchmen, embraced every expedient
for the monopoly of ecclesiastical pa-
tronage within their own order; while
the authors of the Reformation could
hardly afford that semblance of laxity
which, in the prevailing opinion of
these times, a relaxation of the exist-
ing restrictions on the transfer of church
temporalities would have presented to
the public eye.
These, and a few other points essen-
tial to the true apprehension of the
problem, we will briefly lay before the
reader.
The civil law,* says Selden, was
* We are infinitely surprised at the singular ignorance betrayed in Dr Waddilove'a
sketch of the modern destinies of the Roman law. He had better have left the sub-
ject untouched ; to trace it at any length was totally irreleyant. By profession a canon-
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fostered by the wise policy of the
kings and princes of Europe, "anxious
to counteract the ascendancy of the
popes, who were endeavouring to
establish their authority on the basis
of their canon law." The clergy pro-
fited by the example their opponents
set them in the science of codification.
The scattered fragments of the canon
law needed revision and consolidation
far more urgently than the elements
of Roman jurisprudence previous to
the era of Justinian. They were dis-
persed, without form, order, or cohe-
sion, throughout the decrees of recog-
nised and unrecognised synods, pro-
vincial and oecumenical councils, de-
crees of emperors and popes, epistles
of learned ecclesiastics, and other still
less formal and more uncertain dicta.
The middle of the twelfth century
found the monk Gratian, after twenty-
four years of hard labour, still busily
engaged with the unfinished task of
codification ; thirty years later, Gre-
gory XIII. affixed the " seal of the
fisherman's ring," the stamp of papal
authority, to the miscellaneous code,
thus reduced to the decrees of Gratian,
the decretals of Gregory, the consti-
tutions of Clement, and the " extrava-
gants " of John. This elaborate com-
pilation contained many prohibitions
against what it termed the heresy of
simony. The seventh canon chari-
tably condemns, " by perpetual ana-
thema," the layman who sells church
temporalities to a clerk. It bears un-
mistakably the impress of Hilde-
brand's definition, which had enlarged
the scope of the offence, till it embrac-
ed the purchase, directly or indirectly,
of a benefice, gaining the patron's
favour by signal service; and even
the solicitation of preferment, whether
personally or through the recommen-
dation of a friend. In the spirit of
this decree, Urban II. determined, at
the council of Claremont, that it was
simony to buy the revenues attached
to church livings, since spiritual func-
tions were involved in their posses-
sion. Such a prohibition obviously
includes the purchase and sale of
tithes, — a transaction of ordinary oc-
currence, which can hardly wound the
most sensitive conscience. Aquinas,
following in the same steps, is anxious
to persuade us that the vendor of the
temporalities attached to a benefice is
guilty of the crime of Gehazi, when he
took from Naaman's servants a reward
for their master's cure by the hands of
Elisha. Even dealing in relics was de-
clared simony. A curious illustration
of this view is furnished by an expe-
dient which the piety of Louis IX.
condescended to adopt. Baldwin, the
Latin claimant to the throne of Con-
stantinople, offered to sell to Louis
what he asserted to be the true crown
of thorns, as an inducement to the
monarch to aid him in recovering his
kingdom. The king was perplexed
between his apprehensions of simony,
and his strong desire to possess him-
self of the sacred object. The diffi-
culty was adjusted by a compromise.
Baldwin undertook to present the
treasured relic as a free gift and gage
of love, and Louis, not to be behind
in disinterested generosity, agreed,
out of pure affection, to pay Baldwin
a fair equivalent in gold.
Long before the formal consolidation
of the canon law, the canonical de-
crees had largely influenced the legal
systems of the realms of Europe, their
authority varying with the fluctuations
of clerical power in different times and
countries. In England, long before
the Norman Conquest, the prelates
and clergy had held, without any en-
croachment on the royal prerogative,
synods and councils, whence issued
canons and constitutions for the gov-
ernment of the Church. The bishops
divided with the sheriffs the admini-
stration of justice, and shared the de-
liberations of the national council ;
1st and civilian, he writes as if he had never heard of Spence and Savigny. He re-
peats the obsolete fiction which represents the Roman jurisprudence as falling with
the fall of Rome, and as totally extinct till the era of its accidental discovery in the
twelfth century ; whereas, in the words of Mr Long, " it has never been out of
use since the days of Justinian, but incorporated itself with the codes of civilised
Europe, forming the common law of the great Continental states, and by far the most
valuable portion of the equitable jurisprudence of our own country." The masterly
work of Savigny, and the elaborate investigations of Mr Spence, Q.C., have effected
a revolution in this province of learning since the days of the orthodox Judge Black-
stone.
1855.]
Historically and Morally Considered.
673
and the clerical monopoly of learning
powerfully influenced the development
of British jurisprudence. The rising
ascendancy of the clergy was further
promoted by the Conqueror's inde-
pendent organisation of ecclesiastical
jurisdiction. Anxious to avoid the
confusions arising in the sheriffs' courts
from the antagonistic principles of
feudal and canon law, he severed the
civil from the spiritual jurisdiction,
allowing the secular magistrate no
control whatever over ecclesiastical
persons or affairs, the cognisance
whereof was vested entirely in the
bishop. Such was the origin of the
jurisdiction possessed by the ecclesias-
tical courts at the present day. Wil-
liam was probably little aware how
formidable an instrument of usurpa-
tion he had placed in the hands of the
clergy. Their independence of secular
control was abused by a license in-
tolerable to the country, and utterly
incompatible with the maintenance of
the royal authority. The flagrancy
of the evil excited the spirited resist-
ance of Henry IT. ; but the fall of
Becket was followed by a reaction,
and the tide of sacerdotal influence
variously ebbed and flowed till the
clergy found a champion in Stephen,
who repaid their support of his claims
to the throne by a formal promulga-
tion of the civil and canon law. By
Vacarius at Oxford, the extravagant
principles which characterise the de-
crees of Gratian were propounded ; a
custom traversing a papal edict was de-
clared void'; anathema was pronounc-
ed upon the man who sued a clerk
before a lay tribunal ; nor was a lay-
man competent even to give evidence
against a member of the sacred order.
Notwithstanding, however, the high
position of the clergy, and the elabo-
rate compilations by which canonists
sought to dignify their code, two
canons only, out of the innumerable
decrees which throughout papal Eu-
rope denounced simony as a deadly
heresy, appear to have met with any
favour or acceptance in England.
They are to be found in the well-
known collection of Lyndwood, the
leading authority on the canon law.
The first* is couched in the following
terms : " It shall not be lawful for
any person to transfer a church to
another by way of a portion, or to
take any money or other benefit by
reason of any previous agreement ;
and if any person shall be found guilty
thereof, either by proof or by his own
confession, we do decree, by the king's
authority, and our own, that he shall be
for ever deprived of the patronage of
that church." It is curious to remark
the commentary with which Sir Simon
Degge quotes this cool assumption of
a right to share in the royal functionsr
and to adjudicate on real property
rights without parliamentary sanction,
and independently of the common
law. " It was not sufficient," says
that learned civilian, u by a canon to
deprive a man of his freehold and in-
heritance; neither was this canon ever
put in execution, or attempted to be
so, as I find."f The second J canon
was enacted by a council of ecclesias-
tics assembled at London, A.D. 1268,
under Othobon, cardinal legate of
Clement IV. The thirty-third con-
stitution revokes and annuls all com-
pacts made with the patron of a bene-
fice to reserve to him a certain annu-
ity out of the proceeds of the living.
Herein also the church invaded the
province of the common law. " This
canon," says Sir Simon, " was of as
little effect as the other as to the
making contracts void, which only
were determinable at the common
law, where this canon could not be
pleaded in bar." Such was the prac-
tical influence of these arrogant en-
actments, even in the high noon and
zenith of papal ascendancy. The
terms of their preamble betray the
spirit which animated their authors*
Their professed aim is " to obviate
waste done to the Church." By de-
claring the temporalities of a benefice
incapable of transfer on the same
terms as ordinary property, they
obstructed the legal privileges of lay
patrons ; and made it easy to set up
imaginary cases of abuse, whereby the
rights of presentation might, on pre-
* LTNDWOOD'S Promnciale, p. 278. The date of the canon is 1175, A.D.
+ PARSON'S Counsellor, tit. " Simony," p. 44.
£ LTNDWOOD'S Prcef. Olholoni, p. 75. JOHNSON'S Canons, part ii. p. 211.
674
Simony and Lay Patronage,
[Dec.
tence of escheat, be gradually absorbed
in the vortex of clerical ambition. In
the reign of Henry VIII., an act* of
Parliament empowered the king to
issue a mixed commission of clergy
and laity to revise the ecclesiastical
laws, providing that "such canons,
constitutions, ordinances, and synodals
provincial, being already made, which
were not contrariant nor repugnant to
the laws, statutes, and customs of this
realm, nor to the damage or hurt of
the king's prerogative -royal, should
still be used and executed as they
were before the making of this act."
This statute, says Lord Hardwicke,f
gave no further legislative sanction to
the canon law than it previously
possessed ; it recognised its obligation
solely upon the clergy. The revision
contemplated by the act of Henry
VIII. was carried into execution.
The compilation appeared in the reign
of Edward VI., under the title of the
Reformatio Legum Ecclesiasticarum,
but the monarch's early death pre-
vented its enrolment among the sta-
tutes of the land. The accession of
Mary reversed the current of the Pro-
testant tide : an act % was passed " re-
pealing all articles and provisions
made against the apostolic See of
Rome." But although Cardinal
Pole was licensed by the crown to
hold a synod, at which the old eccle-
siastical denunciations against simony
were re-echoed, outlawry and depri-
vation of patronage were no longer
attempted against lay abusers of
clerical preferment ; a significant
token of the check which the papal
absorption of spiritual and temporal
jurisdictions had received. Queen
Elizabeth did not attempt to carry the
Reformat™ Legum through Parlia-
ment ; and thus this elaborate and
well- digested compilation virtually
degenerated into a dead letter, valu-
able rather to the historian than the
lawyer. She, however, promulgated
a code entitled the Queen's Injunc-
tions, which embodied a transcript
against simony from King Edward's
compilation, afterwards inserted in
the canons of 1603, to whose autho-
rity the clergy are amenable, irrespec-
tively of statute or of common law.
The object of this provision was, how-
ever, rather to restrain patrons from
reserving to themselves any portion
of the emoluments of a benefice, than
to repress simoniacal transactions
properly so called ; in other words,
rather to defend the clergy against
the laity, than the Church against the
clergy. The corrupt patron was aban-
doned to the terrors of conscience ; the
corrupt nominee lost his preferment ;
but the rights of patronage were left
untouched. The motives of the prin-
cipal reformers in continuing, with
certain reservations, the papal strain
of denunciation against simony, are
very obvious. Any imputation of
laxity would have been exceedingly
dangerous to their cause; they pro-
fessed to reform the lives and practice,
as well as the doctrines of the clergy :
a horror of simoniacal corruptions had
been studiously instilled into the po-
pular mind ; and the advocates of the
reformed faith could hardly afford to
be more favourable than their antago-
nists to the privileges of lay patronage.
The secret bias of the public feeling
towards a truer interpretation of the
temporalities and spiritualities of the
Church was, however, betrayed by
several legislative acts, both positive
and negative. The Court of High
Commission, though invested with
powers so comprehensive that they
speedily constituted a new ecclesiasti-
cal tyranny, abstained from multiply-
ing the existing restrictions against
the transfer of benefices, and assumed
no cognisance of simony. In the year
1571, § an abortive attempt was made
to carry through Parliament a " Bill
for Suppressing Simony in Presenta-
tion to Benefices," apparently prompt-
ed by a desire to protect the Church
from spoliation. But the author of
the bill contended that the patron had
nothing but a bare right of nomina-
tion, which he could not transfer, or
deal with as part and parcel of his
real property; and that the claims
* 25 Henry VIIL, c. 19.
f Decision in Middleton v. Croft, Strange's Rep., vol. ii. p. 1060 ; Atkia's Rep.3
vol. ii. p. 650.
t 1 & 2 Phil, and M., c. 8.
§ SIR SIMOND D'EWES'S Journal, p. 165.
1855.]
Historically and Morally Considered.
675
of blood, affection, and friendship in
the donation of a benefice were null
and void. This reasoning, however,
found no sympathy from the House;
the bill was rejected, the presenta-
tion to livings was left unaffected by
statute, and simony remained, as before,
an offence only at the canon law. The
same year was marked by an incident
which remarkably illustrates the re-
cognition of the temporal character of
lay patronage. An advowson be-
longing to the Earl of Sussex having
repeatedly changed hands, his lord-
ship, who was perhaps not the most
clear-headed member of the peerage,
wrote to the bishop of the diocese,
expressing his aversion to anything
bearing the semblance of simony, and
requesting his advice.* The prelate,
after conference with the leading
authorities in the civil law, replied
that the sale of advowsons was not
tolerated in the old canons, but that
it was fully sanctioned by the com-
mon law, whereby all controversies
about rights of patronage were ruled,
and which regarded those rights as
simply temporal in their nature.
Eighteen years subsequently, how-
ever, the temporal courts were indi-
rectly armed with jurisdiction in re-
straining simoniacal contracts. We
say indirectly, for the title of the
actf affords the strongest presumption
that a prohibition against simony, so
called, was a secondary object. This
is still clearer from the preamble of
the statute, which, says Chief- Justice
Dyer,J " was not framed to prevent
the offence of simony, since there is
no mention of or allusion to it. It
was not," says the learned judge,
" because such presentations occa-
sioned scandal or offence to the piety
of the Church, or were repugnant to
the feelings of the nation, or prejudi-
cial to the national weal ; but because
the election and presentation of unfit
persons to fellowships and colleges,
and cathedral offices, had been preju-
dicial to learning, to the common-
wealth, and the estate of the realm,
that legislative interference was re-
quired." Much injury, however, was
inflicted, and much discreditable sub-
terfuge and evasion has resulted from
the ultra severity and mistaken prin-
ciple of the 40th of the canons of 1603,
which were framed from the articles,
injunctions, and synodal acts pub-
lished during the reigns of Edward
VI. and Elizabeth, and adopted by
the clergy in convocation at the com-
mencement of the reign of James I.,
who, in the following year, gave them
his assent, and caused their publica-
tion by royal authority. The title of
the canon is, An Oath against Simony
at Institution into Benefices. All who
have authority to admit to ecclesi-
astical offices and benefices are
charged to administer to applicants
the following oath : " I, A. B., do
swear that I have made no simoniacal
payment, contract, or promise, directly
or indirectly, by myself or any other,
by my knowledge or with my con-
sent, to any person or persons
whatsoever, for or concerning the
procuring this ecclesiastical dignity,
place, preferment, office, or living." If
the equivocal term, simoniacal, be
construed in its true sense, no clergy-
man who has, whether personally or
through a friend, purchased the tem-
poralities of a benefice, need hesitate
to pledge himself to the above en-
gagement ; but if it be construed in the
confused and traditional sense be-
queathed by centuries of Romanist
perversion — the sense probably con-
templated by the authors of the law —
it is a very mischievous restraint upon
a right of transfer, which is at once
innocent, and highly conducive, as we
shall presently show, to the public
advantage and the welfare of the
Church. That the terms of the en-
gagement were intended to bear the
latter construction is indeed tolerably
clear from a subsequent statute, the
12th of Anne, st. ii. c. 12. That the
oath had been in the interval re-
peatedly evaded, if not directly vio-
lated, is evident from the same source.
The act, after declaring that some of
the clergy have procured preferments
* STRYPE'S Annals, vol. ii., pt. i., p. 172, Oxford edition, 1824.
*h 31st Elizabeth, c. 6, An Act against the Abuses in the Election of Scholars and
Presentation to Benefices.
J In Stowell v. Lord Zouch : Plowd. Rep., 369. Reiterated by Lord C. J.
Tindal in the Sussex Peerage case, 11 Clarke and Fin. (H. of L. Rep.), p. 143.
676
by buying livings, enacts that if in
future any person shall directly or in-
directly, for any sum of money, gift,
reward, or benefit whatsoever, procure
or accept the next avoidance of any
benefice or ecclesiastical dignity, his
presentation thereto shall be void, and
such agreement shall be taken to be a
simoniacal contract.
III. Such, then, is a brief sketch of
the most prominent acts of British
legislation upon this entangled and
perplexed, yet most important pro-
vince of ecclesiastical law. We will
now endeavour to lay before the reader
the mischievous inconsistencies — the
monstrous anomalies — engendered by
the statutes now in operation, toge-
ther with the chief amendments hith-
erto proposed — amendments which
we earnestly recommend the Houses
of Parliament not to favour with their
patronage, unless they wish to aggra-
vate the evils which it is their pri-
vilege to relieve :—
1. A clergyman may not purchase
a next presentation to a benefice.
2. A layman may purchase a next
presentation, but not when the living
is vacant.
3. It is legal for a clergyman to give
a bond of resignation in favour of cer-
tain specified relatives of the patron.
4. It is illegal for a clergyman to
give a general resignation bond.
These anomalies are scarcely more
ridiculous, both intrinsically and his-
torically, than their practical opera-
tion is mischievous, and pregnant
with scandal to the Church. To take
the first of the above restrictions : it
is indefensible in principle, and in-
jurious in practice. In principle: be-
cause no just distinction can be insti-
tuted between clerk and layman, un-
less some spiritual function is conveyed
by the transfer of the temporalities, in
which case (which we totally deny) cler-
gyman and layman are equally parties
to a simoniacal transaction ; — in prac-
tice : because it directly gives rise to
scandalous evasions— evasions so fre-
quent, that it is clear that in this case
the obligation sustainable in a court
of law has no correlative sanction in
the court of conscience. Thus the
very severity of the law defeats itself.
Between legal enactments and public
opinion or private conscience there is
Simony and Lay Patronage,
[Dec.
a mutual reaction. Public opinion
may influence widely without the
direct support of the law ; but without
the alliance of public opinion, law is
powerless. Bereft of friendly sympathy
with the sentiment or conscience of a
nation, the law is not merely nerve-
less and inert, but it creates a feeling,
it evokes a practice, antagonistic to
itself. All manner of elusory expe-
dients are devised to neutralise prohi-
bitions which the intrinsic perceptions
of right and wrong declare to be void
of moral sanction. Thus the clerk
who cannot buy a next presentation
in his own name and person, either
purchases the presentation before he
receives holy orders, and afterwards
presents himself, or avails himself of
the mediation of some lay relative or
friend to negotiate the transfer for
him. The only difficulty presented to
his conscience is the oath imposed by
the 40th canon ; he there declares that
he has "neither directly or indirectly "
given any payment or consideration
for the benefice. This may be a stum-
blingblockto many; but the law, as if
aware of its own total imbecility, opens
an easy subterfuge, as we have seen,
in the epithet simoniacal attached to
the word payment. It is, however, a
subterfuge of which, we confess, we
could not venture to avail ourselves
in the face of the well-known rule that
engagements are to be construed in
the sense in which they are imposed.
Another method of evasion, scarcely
more creditable to the statutes which
provoked it, has been sanctioned by
the right reverend bench, and is en-
couraged by devout friends of the
Church. It is simply the payment of a
large sum towards the erection of a
church by a clergyman, upon the
understanding that he shall be the
first incumbent of the new district
Church. The law is eluded by the
casuistical pretext that at the time
when the money was subscribed the
Church was not consecrated; or, in
other words, had as yet no cure of
souls attached to it
Then, as to the second of the above
restrictions, by virtue of which no
one can sell a presentation when the
church is vacant, — it has been said
that this prohibition rests entirely
upon a mere technicality, which re-
gards the fallen vacancy as a chose in
1855.]
Historically and Morally Considered.
677
action. But we decline to avail our-
selves of the imputation thus levelled
at the law by its own expositors, and
adopt the principle declared by Lord
Mansfield and Archdeacon Paley to
be the basis of the limitation. These
eminent authorities assign, as the rea-
son of the statute,* "the public utility,
the better to guard against simony,"
the object being "to restraint the
patron who possesses the right of pre-
senting, at the vacancy, from being
influenced in the choice of a presentee
by a bribe or benefit to himself."
Construing the law, then, in the sense
attached to it by its best friends, we
say it is clearly open to two fatal ob-
jections. It is founded upon a false
principle, and it leads directly to evils
worse than those it pretends to cure.
It is a false principle to institute
merely factitious distinctions between
moral right and wrong ; nor can men
be rendered religious by Act of Par-
liament. If it is wrong to sell a pre-
sentation when a church is vacant,
how can it be right to dispose of the
temporalities by sale an hour before
the incumbent breathes his last sigh? %
Independently of this flagrant incon-
sistency, the law allows a man to hold
a trust which none but a conscien-
tious man can duly exercise, and yet
presumes that he will not discharge it
conscientiously. Next, as to the scan-
dal which this abortive and suicidal
restriction continually creates, — it fre-
quently happens that a patron wishes
to sell a presentation, when the living
casually falls in before he can effect
the transfer; or he is desirous of
presenting a friend or relative who
has not actually taken holy orders
when the vacancy occurs. He ac-
cordingly resorts to the following ex-
pedient, several scandalous instances
of which have figured in the Times,
from the pen of that fervid ecclesias-
tical purist, S. G. Osborne.§ An aged
incumbent, tottering on the verge of
the grave, is ingeniously selected as a
warming-pan. It is presumed that
unless he is, in Charles II.'s phrase,
" a most unconscionable time dying,"
two or three years at most will libe-
rate him from all parochial troubles.
Meanwhile his successor receives his
ordination, and is ready for the living
when it drops; or, if the object is
simply the sale of the presentation on
the best terms, the same device is
tried. The old man is appointed, the
benefice is now full, and has thereby
become a marketable commodity. An
advertisement forthwith appears, set-
ting forth the hoary antiquity of the
present rector, and the prospect of
early possession, so captivating to pur-
chasers. We cannot, in general, re-
fer with much satisfaction to the lucu-
brations of Dr Waddilove, but his
commentary on these proceedings is
just and true : —
" That this is repulsive," he says, " to
* Lord C. J. Mansfield, in the Bishop of Lincoln v. Wolferston.
t PALEY, Moral and Political Philosophy, book iii.
J That this is no imaginary case is clear from the following decision, in Fox v .
Bishop of Chester, 1 Dow. 416; S. C. 6 Bing. 1. T. conveyed by bargain and sale the
advowson of a rectory to E. F., the incumbent being then, to the knowledge of both
parties, at the point of death; but it did not appear that either party had any par-
ticular clerk in view for the next presentation, or that the clerk afterwards knew
anything of the transaction. It was held, reversing the Court of Great Session at
Chester, and the Court of King's Bench, that this was not simony, so as to authorise
the bishop's rejection of the clerk. Thus, although the incumbent was actually in a
dying state, the sale was held to be legal.
§ One of the worst of these cases occurred about two years ago at St Ervan's, in
the diocese of Exeter. The bishop instituted an old man in the last stage of decrepi-
tude, whom his own secretary acknowledged to be, at the time of his induction, " in-
capable personally to discharge the duties of his office" (Times, Aug. 20, 1853). The
Edinburgh Review unjustly reflects on the bishop. The truth is, that the law left his
lordship no alternative as to institution. The ecclesiastical tribune (S. G. 0.) after-
wards most unjustly preferred a similar charge in the columns of the Times against
au excellent country gentleman, Philip Bennet, Esq., M.P., Rougham Hall, Suffolk.
So far from presenting to the rectory of Rougham " an old and infirm man," he dis-
posed of the presentation at a sum considerably below its real marketable value, in
order to secure the services of an active and efficient rector for the parish. So much
for the calumnies of an agitator, whom it is beneath the dignity of a man iniquitously
assailed to answer.
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religious feeling and decency, none will
deny; but it may be said that, if the sale
of presentations to vacant benefices is
legalised, attractive advertisements re-
specting them will still be put forth.
Granted ; but we shall then be spared the
spectacle of a decrepit old man invested
with sacred duties which his age and infir-
mities render him incapable of discharg-
ing; and the patron will escape the ne-
cessity of resorting to the degrading al-
ternative of presenting one whom he
knows to be unable to discharge the
sacred obligations he has undertaken,
and will be in a position to declare at
once, honestly and openly, that the living
is vacant, and that he is desirous of sell-
ing it. And if he is at liberty to sell it at
all, it is absurd to prohibit him from do-
ing so when it is of most value — that is,
when it is vacant ; and if, moreover, as
we contend, nothing spiritual passes by
the transfer of a benefice, it is as unrea-
sonable as it is unjust to preclude from
sale an interest of which the purchaser
may become at once possessed; but, at
the same time, to permit the sale of that
same interest in reversion." — Pp. 144,145.
The dereliction of principle which
characterises our legislation upon this
point has been acknowledged in the
following terms by a learned judge :*
" If the perpetual advowson be sold
when the church is void, the next
presentation will not pass ; and if
the next avoidance only were sold
after the death of the incumbent, the
sale is altogether void. It may be
wise to carry the restraint in the sale
of this species of property still far-
ther, and to say the next avoidance
shall in no case be sold.f For if it be
proper to prevent the giving money
for a presentation, it seems equally
proper to prevent the sale of that
which gives the immediate right to
present ; but the courts of law never
thought they were authorised to go
that length."
Such is the sentence passed upon
the consistency of the law by one of
its best and ablest ministers.
" The next anomaly, " says Dr
Waddilove, " which the law presents,
is, that by statute, a bond condition-
ed for the resignation of a living in
favour of any one or two persons so
named, provided that each of them
shall be, either by blood or by mar-
riage, an uncle, son, grandson, bro-
ther, nephew, or grand-nephew of
the patron, or one of the patrons, of
the living, is capable of being en-
forced ; bat a bond expressed in ge-
neral terms of resignation cannot be
enforced."— P. 149.
The distinction is indefensible in
theory ; but it does not practically
entail inconvenience in anything like
an equal ratio with the ingenious legal
distortions quoted above. Histori-
cally considered, however, it has a
very exceptionable claim to continu-
ance on the statute-book. It origi-
nated in an evasion of the Elizabethan
provision against presentation to a
living for any bond, covenant, or as-
surance. To defeat this prohibition
on its own ground, " general bonds
of resignation" were invented, and
until the year 1783 were capable
of enforcement both at law and equity.
In that year
" The judges of the Court of King's
Bench, with Lord Mansfield as their
chief, had, upon the authority of several
decided cases, held these general bonds
valid, confirming, on appeal, a decision
of the Court of Common Pleas. Upon a
further appeal, however, to the House of
Lords, that tribunal was, after several
questions had been put to the judges,
who, differing in opinion, were directed
to deliver their opinions seriatim, moved
by Lord Thurlow to reverse the judgment
of the Court of King's Bench. The mo-
tion was carried by a majority of 1,
there being 19 votes in the affirmative,
and 18 in the negative. The question,
however, was not yet fully settled. Whe-
ther bonds conditioned on resignation in
favour of specified persons were illegal
or not, remained an open question.
" But in the year 1826 the Court of
King's Bench held that such bonds were
legal ; but the House of Lords again dif-
fered from the Court of King's Bench.
The judges to whom the question was
referred also differed in opinion, but the
majority pronounced such a bond to be
illegal, the Lord Chancellor Eldon and
six judges holding a contrary opinion.
At length, to set the question at rest, the
Statutes 7 and 8 George IV., c. 25, and
9 George IV., c. 94, were passed, where-
by bonds conditioned for the resignation
* Chief Justice Best: Fox «. Bishop of Chester, 6 Bing. Rep., 1 & 2 B. and Cr., 635.
t This lame expedient would only have the effect of increasing the sale of advow-
sons.
1855.]
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67$
of a benefice are rendered legal, under
the provisions we have named. " — Pp.
150, 151, WADDILOVE.
The law, however, has pronounced
its own condemnation by its well-
attested inefficiency. That ineffi-
ciency cannot be attributed to any
want of severity : its very severity
has been the cause of its defeat. In-
tending murder, it has committed sui-
cide. The public opinion of this hard-
headed generation, apt to examine
the principle of things, and no longer
the slave of mere tradition, has ma-
terially influenced the tone of parlia-
mentary legislation on the point in
question. Several recent acts, not
only enabling, but compelling the
sale of benefices, prove that modern
parliaments view the transfer of
Church temporalities in a very differ-
ent light from that in which it was
regarded by the senates of Elizabeth
and Anne. The Municipal Corpora-
tion Act directs that advowsons, and
the right of presentation to any bene-
fice possessed by any body corporate,
shall be sold, and the proceeds ap-
plied to the purposes and uses of the
body corporate. The powers vested
in the Ecclesiastical Commissioners,
and the reception given to certain
Capitular Estate Bills, speak unde-
niably the same language. The in-
efficiency of the law is patent : acts
which it declares simoniacal are fre-
quent, but no steps are taken to
punish the offenders. The reports of
our common law courts are almost
barren of proceedings against Simon-
iacal patrons : nor are the ecclesias-
tical courts more apt to encourage
the prosecution of corrupt presentees.
From the year 1752 to the present
day, two solitary cases only are re-
corded. In 1840, a serious charge of
selling his collations to various be-
nefices was brought against the Dean
of York. * The Archbishop's com-
missary declared himself satisfied with
the proofs ; but the Court of Queen's
Bench overruled his sentence, and
saved the Dean from deprivation.
And this is a case where the charge
amounted to simony in its truest
sense ; for the Dean was both patron
and ordinary of the churches he was
accused of selling. And the insufficiency
of the oath at institution is acknow-
ledged by Dr Phillimore himself, f
But what is the specific devised by
Dr Phillimore for the solution of this
problem in ecclesiastical law? All
the ingenuity and learning of this
experienced lawyer can contrive no
more felicitous expedient than a pro-
hibition of the sale of next presenta-
tions. Such was the measure which
he and his party perseveringly urged
upon Parliament last year and the
year before,— a measure still falla-
ciously paraded and eulogised by his
partisans in the press, and only
dropped for the moment to be revived
on the first opportunity.
Manifold and decisive are the objec-
tions to such an antidote ; space will
not allow us to specify them all in de-
tail, but we will at any rate invite the
reader's attention to their salient
points, and enable him to judge whe-
ther it may not be possible to suggest
a scheme less open to exceptions fatal
to its efficacy.
In the first place, the measure, so
far from palliating, would only aggra-
vate the disease. It would only have
the effect of multiplying tenfold the
sale of advowsons. To give the mea-
sure any degree of practical efficiency,
it would be requisite to introduce a
bill dealing with advowsons also.
Dr Phillimore, indeed, denies that he
has any such intention: his innocence
is most engaging; but we can only
infer that he enjoys but partially the
confidence of the party which has found
it convenient to employ him as their
tool. That the annihilation of the rights
of lay patronage is their real and scarce-
ly-concealed object, is clear from the
articles of their organ — the Guard-
ian newspaper, which complains that
Dr Phillimore did not go far enough,
and that the sale of advowsons also
must be prohibited. For what would
be the effect of such a prohibition ?
The disposal of presentations and ad-
vowsons by sale being denied to their
possessors, the appointments would
remain, in a vast number of instances,
in the most indigent, or, in other
words, the most improper hands in
which we could possibly vest the no-
mination. Not only would the ap-
pointments themselves suffer, but the
* Reported 2 Adol. and Ell., p. 1.
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local charities, the parochial interests,
would be starved. A cry would then
be raised against lay patronage itself.
The siege indeed would have been
conducted after the most approved
methods of certain modern politicians.
The institution, long undermined by
systematic and studiously -cherished
abuse, would at first be mutilated, and
then destroyed. Dr Phillimore, in-
deed, thinks proper to lavish his very
suspicious eulogy upon lay patron-
age, abstractly considered. But we
hardly know whether the smiles or
the frowns of these ecclesiastical re-
formers are the most deadly to their
victims. " When they take to prais-
ing institutions," says Sir E. B. Lyt-
ton, " it is time to pray God for them."
It would be truistical to expatiate at
length on the benefits of lay patron-
age ; suffice it to remind the reader
that it insures two objects of para-
mount importance,— the due influence
of the laity in Church appointments,
and the protection of the Church from
a very serious evil — the exclusive as-
cendancy of anyone theological school.
Annihilate it, and what remains? The
vacant patronage must either be as-
signed to the Crown or the Bishops,
or else be vested in a permanent com-
mission. The two former alterna-
tives will not hold water for an in-
stant ; the latter would be the most
odious and pernicious form in which
centralisation could be substituted
for local government. It would lead,
besides, to a vast amount of system-
atic jobbery, and would achieve all
that legislation could effect towards
killing those pious and affectionate
sympathies which bind the country
gentleman to the parish church. To
abandon the preferment to the Crown,
would be almost as impossible as it
would be prejudicial : the nomination
of bishops by a Minister who may be
a dissenter, is already unpopular
enough, Erastianism, strained fur-
ther, would be self- destructive. To
vest the lay * patronage in the Epis-
copal bench, would be to realise in
Protestant England the darling scheme
of Hildebrand ; a vision which may
float before the dreamy imagination
of some enthusiastic medievalist;
but which, were it not the legitimate
issue of Dr Phillimore's proposals,
could hardly, we should have thought,
have presented itself to the practical
reformer.
Independently of this, it would tend
directly to aggravate one of the worst
abuses incidental to the existing sys-
tem. If a man is prevented from sell-
ing the next presentation, but is able
to sell the next but one, the result
will be that predicted by the Attorney-
General : the next presentation will
be given, by an arrangement between
the seller and the buyer, to some one
whose years and infirmities have been
most carefully ascertained and weigh-
ed, and the following presentation
will be sold at a higher rate to the
purchaser.
Another and more serious objection
to Dr Phillimore's scheme is furnished
by the fact that it would enhance
the existing evils of family patronage,
and would close the main avenue to
clerical independence against that
large and useful class of clergymen
who have no family livings to reward
them, and who are too numerous to
receive, or too unambitious to court,
episcopal preferment. It is well
known that the middle classes are far
more apt to consult the capabilities
and wishes of their children, in the
choice of professions, than the aristo-
cracy and the country gentlemen.
They contribute to the service of the
Church a body of men whom taste
and conscious fitness lead to the min-
istry, and whose private fortunes
exempt them from the mean and
odious subservience of the clerical
adventurer. From this infusion of
new blood, the Church and the patri-
cian order alike reap strength and
vigour. The merchant who starts his
sons in life with .£5000 or £10,000
a-piece, invests the clerical aspirant's
portion in the purchase of a benefice,
* Of the 11,728 benefices in England and Wales, 1144 are in the gift of the
Crown ; 1853 in that of the bishops; 938 in that of cathedral chapters and other
dignitaries; 790, in addition to the presentation of those belonging to Papists, are in
that of the universities of Oxford and Cambridge, and the Colleges of Eton, Win-
chester, &c. ; 931 in that of the ministers of the mother churches ; and the residue,
6092, in that of private persons.— Return on Religious Worship, Census of 1851.
1855.]
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681
which will at least insure his ministe-
rial labours a healthy independence.
Dr Phillimore would condemn many a
pious and able clergyman to waste his
days in the uncongenial sphere of a
curacy, his best efforts neutralised
by the apathy or stupidity of a rector
who cannot appreciate, and will not
second them. On the other hand,
the future career of the youthful scions
of a landed family is frequently deter-
mined, almost before their birth, by
influences beyond their control. For
the advowson acts as a perpetual in-
centive to train up a member of the
family to fill the vacant living ;
whereas a next presentation is bought
with a view to some definite person,
who is either already a clergyman, or
about to enter into holy orders, and
whom his own taste and inclinations
have led to the service of the Church.
So fallacious is the argument of Dr
Phillimore and Lord Goderich, that
the power of purchasing next presen-
tations is a dangerous incentive to
seek admission to holy orders from
corrupt motives ! It is the possession
of advowsons, which these eccentric
politicians retain — not the sale of pre-
sentations, which they long to abolish
— that is apt to exert this influence !
Besides, it is ridiculous to assert that,
in purchasing a next presentation for
a son, a parent suggests to him " cor-
rupt motives " for aspiring to the
ministry. In a pecuniary point of
view, the purchase of a benefice is
probably the worst investment in
which the filial fortunes could embark.
The truth is, that Dr Phillimore,
though a civilian and canonist of no
mean reputation, has been guilty of
the great logical and historical error
of confounding the vital distinction
between the temporal and the spiri-
tual elements of ecclesiastical office.
This is clear, not only from the general
tenor of his speech, but from the
egregious fallacy of the comparisons
by which he seeks to illustrate and to
fortify his argument. He actually
attempts to identify the sale of a
benefice with the sale of a judgeship,
as equally a breach of decency and
propriety. It is almost superfluous
to remark that the appointment of a
judge is but a civil act of the Crown,
involving, without any formal inquiry,
a presumed capacity of administering
justice in the nominee ; whereas the
purchase of a benefice merely implies
a right to the emoluments conditional
on the diocesan's approbation of the
minister. To justify the fictitious
analogy set up by Dr Phillimore, not
only the mere temporalities of a living
must have been conveyed by sale, but
the bishop must have been prevailed
upon to institute by bribes. His
whole scheme is pervaded by the
radical error into which, as we have
explained above, accident rather than
intention originally betrayed the Me-
dieval Church ; an error palliable,
perhaps, in the abettors of Hilde-
brand's policy, but not in Dr Philli-
more, who might have learnt better
even from a common lawyer half a
century ago. For Blackstone, pre-
judiced as he undoubtedly was in
favour of received and traditional ex-
positions of the law, had forcibly
pointed out the general misapprehen-
sion of the essence of Simony. " The
true," writes that eminent authority,
"though not the common notion of
Simony, is, if any person obtains
orders or a license to preach by money
or corrupt practices ; " an offence
punishable by statute, both in the
person giving and the person receiv-
ing preferment.
We have too strong a case against
Dr Phillimore to think it needful to
press the argument derivable from the
widespread mischiefs which a revul-
sion in the law of property * invariably
* Supposing the owner of a next presentation to die bankrupt or insolvent, hia
assignee is bound by the law to sell the next presentation, and divide the proceeds
among the creditors. Turns of presentation are frequently the subjects of bequest by
will, with directions for their sale— are dealt with by settlement and deeds of gift-
are not unfrequently affected by mortgage and similar charges, and are deemed as
much a portion of the estate of individuals as the acres they hold or the money they
possess. This constitutes their wide difference from the disfranchised boroughs, the
traffic in which, though practised, was never recognised as a legal transaction capable
of enforcement. Advowsons, &c. are at once a property and a trust j borough nomi-
nations were, in the eye of the law, a trust only.
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occasions. We might also clearly
show that, in mere consistency, the
principle of his bill involves a crusade
against the lay impropriation of
tithes. But perhaps the strongest
objection to his proposal, is the ut-
ter impossibility of his ever inducing
the House of Commons to acquiesce
in such a scheme. The large majori-
ties which rejected the bills — the ex-
posure of the futility and the suicidal
tendency of the measure — together
with the vast and pernicious surrender
of the rights of the laity, which its prin-
ciple, once embodied in an Act of Par-
liament, would concede to an extreme
party in the Church, distrusted by
every section of the House — these and
other considerations conspire to re-
lieve us from any apprehension that
it will ever be registered by a British
Senate among the statutes of the land.
Fully acknowledging, however, the
reality of the evils upon which the
learned civilian and his party have
founded their repeated appeals to the
legislature, we will endeavour to sug-
gest a mode of dealing with the sub-
ject which will cancel the anomalies
of the existing law ; which, without
any compromise of Church principle,
will prove acceptable to Parliament,
and especially to the proprietors of lay
patronage ; and will the better entitle
the Church to demand from the Legis-
lature, by way of return, a security
we believe essential to her welfare.
If, as we trust, we have successfully
shown that the distinction between
the temporalities and spiritualities of
the Church is a real distinction, found-
ed in the nature of things — a distinc-
tion at first undesignedly obscured,
but afterwards systematically ignored
by the policy of the medieval, but
especially of the papal Church ; if we
have shown that the obliteration of
that distinction has engendered great
anomalies in the law, great perplexity
in the conscience, great scandal in the
Church, and great embarrassment both
to clergymen and to lay patrons; —
then, surely, we may safely appeal to
Parliament to vindicate the true prin-
ciple of the law; to revert to the
original, we might justly say, the
apostolic definition of simony; to
disentangle our statutes from the com-
plication and confusion in which the
irreconcilable jealousies of civilians,
canonists, and common lawyers have
involved them ; to cancel the unnatural
divorce between the rights of con-
science and the statute law; in a
word, to repeal the arbitrary and
vexatious restrictions which so in-
juriously fetter the innocent transfer
of the temporalities of the Church.
Superficial critics and dreamy en-
thusiasts may charge us with scandal-
ising the feelings of certain pious but
weak members of the Anglican com-
munion, who profess their horror ot
the sale of presentations. We beg to
ask, what can be more scandalous,
what can be a readier weapon in the
hands of the enemies of the Church,
than the spectacle of clergymen tam-
pering with their engagements ; evad-
ing the statute of Elizabeth by a sin-
ister interpretation, and the statute of
Anne by negotiating, through the
medium of friends or relatives, what
they cannot negotiate in person?
Evasions of the law are always more
disparaging to the clergy than to other
classes of the community; they are
especially so, when the law, so tena-
cious of ancient prejudice, brands
these innocent transactions with the
odious imputation of simony.
There is, however, as we have
stated, an essential counterpart to this
measure. If lay patronage requires
freedom from arbitrary fetters, the
Church demands protection against
corrupt nominations. The bishops
ought to be invested with power — ot
course, subject to appeal — to reject
disqualified candidates when they
present themselves for institution.
At present the law is in a very un-
satisfactory state upon this point.
The EdinburgTi, as we mentioned, re-
flects upon the Bishop of Exeter the
odium of admitting the decrepit rector
of St Ervan's to his cure ; but the
truth is, as the bishop's secretary ad-
mitted, that the law allowed his lord-
ship no discretion. The diocesan*
may object to a candidate on the
ground that he is under the age re-
quired by law; that he is not in
priest's orders ; and upon the grounds
* CRIPPS' Law* relating to the Church and Clergy, p. 488 ; STEPHEN'S Blackstone*
1855.]
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683
of heretical doctrine, insufficient learn-
ing, and immoral conduct. But if a
bishop were to ground his objection
on the score of old age or physical
infirmity, it is more than doubtful
whether the law would, on appeal,
sustain his refusal. Many cases, of
which it would be painful and invidious
to specify the details, might be alleged
in proof, if proof was required, of the
inadequacy of the powers vested in
the bishop. That of St Ervan's, which
owes its publicity to the pen of that in-
defatigable agitator, Mr Osborne, is
only one among a hundred such. In
a recent instance, in Bucks, a very old
and infirm clerk having been presented
to a rectory, in the charitable hope that
he might officiate as a warming-pan for a
year or so, though disabled from offi-
ciating as rector, the diocesan, well
aware that he could not meet the case
upon its own merits, informed the no-
minee, that if he applied for institu-
tion, he should push his right of exa-
mination to the utmost length sanc-
tioned by law. The expedient, we
believe, succeeded ; but it casts a severe
reflection upon the law, which con-
demns a conscientious and eminent
prelate to so evasive a method of re-
jection. A few years ago, a discussion
took place in the House of Commons,
on the presentation of Mr Bennett to
the vicarage of Frome, by the Mar-
chioness of Bath. The friends of the
late Bishop of Bath and Wells stated,
upon that occasion, that had his lord-
ship been averse to the admission of
that gentleman, it was more than pro-
bable that he could not legally have
denied him institution. Lord John
Russell then pledged himself, in the
name of the Government, to a revi-
sion of the law ; a pledge which we
trust will at no distant period be re-
deemed. Never was any reform more
urgently demanded. Only a few months
ago, a scene was enacted in the dio-
cese of Oxford, which strikingly illus-
trates the tyranny of the law. A lay
patron having applied to a noble mar-
quess, the heir of a noble duke, to re-
commendhim a clergyman fora vacant
benefice in his gift, the marquess's choice
fell upon a gentleman who had just
emerged from a second incarceration
in the county lunatic asylum, and
whose mental imbecility afforded him
every prospect of further entertain-
ment within the walls of that hospit-
able and commodious structure. The
diocesan remonstrated with the pa-
tron, who referred him to themarquess.
The nomination being persistedin, the
prelate consulted his chancellor, who
informed him that the law would not
sanction his refusal to institute such
a nominee. The bishop, however,
greatly to his honour, declared that
nothing short of legal compulsion
should induce him to grant institution
in so flagrant a case of incapacity.
Our readers will not suspect us ot
advocating any undue concession to
episcopal authority; neither are we
chargeable with offering legitimate
freedom to lay patronage with one
hand, while we tie it up with the other.
Our appeal is merely for that protec-
tion to the spiritual functions of the
Church, which, from the first institu-
tion of lay patronage, has been de-
clared, both by theory and by experi-
ence, essential to their purity. We
have no desire to enlarge indefinitely
the scope of episcopal discretion in
the admission of nominees to the cure
of souls, even with the safeguard of
appeal to the Metropolitan Court. One
great merit of the common law of
England is, the precision with which
it fixes the rights and liabilities of per-
sons. In this it is even superior to
the Roman jurisprudence. Yet, in
this department of the ecclesiastical
code, though it is clear that physical
or even mental debility is no legal bar
to institution, the greatest uncertainty
prevails as to the validity of other
exceptions. On the one hand, the law
urgently demands revision; on the
other hand, it requires enlargement ;
for physical incapacity ought surely to
be included among the reasonable
grounds which entitle a prelate to re-
ject a candidate. Disqualifications
should be defined with as much preci-
sion as the fluctuation of circumstan-
ces will allow; a candidate would
then find very little difficulty in ascer-
taining his own fitness for presenta-
tion to the bishop. The right of ap-
peal would of course be retained ; and,
while all reasonable freedom would be
given to the transfer of temporalities,
the Church would be saved from the
scandal heaped upon her by the iniquit-
ous intrusion of clerks incompetent to
fulfil the sacred duties of her ministry.
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Such, then, are the measures which
we earnestly recommend for the adop-
tion of Parliament. Let us, on the
one side, emancipate the sale of pre-
sentations and advowsons in the pa-
tronage of laymen from the galling
but abortive fetters which medieval
tyranny imposed, and popular preju-
dice has riveted — from restrictions
powerless for good, powerful only to
promote evil, to embarrass the con-
science, to perplex the law, and to
scandalise the Church. Let us, on
the other side, no longer withhold
from the Anglican Church those safe-
guards which the wisdom of age has
declared essential to the chastity of
her honour and the purity of her rites.
Let Government boldly meet this im-
portant question on its own merits. Let
it dare, on this point at least, to lead,
and not to loiter in the rear of public
opinion. Let it, above all things,
warned by a highly suggestive paral-
lel—the melancholy secession in the
Scotch communion — dread to adjourn
its intervention till the rising tide of
party feeling becomes ungovernable,
and strands the vessel of Keform on
the rocks of Revolution.
And let it not be said that such a
relaxation as we recommend would
shock the religious feelings of the
people. At the present day, nothing
can be more common than the pur-
chase and sale of this species of pro-
perty. The recently published regis-
ter of Messrs Mair exhibits every
month a long array of presentations
and advowsons advertised for sale.
But, it may possibly be urged, minis-
ters who have bought their own pre-
sentations are hardly so acceptable to
their parishioners as those whose me-
rits have been acknowledged by Epis-
copal preferment. In a few excep-
tional cases such a feeling may pos-
sibly exist, but we believe that cler-
gymen are almost invariably esti-
mated by the standard of their own
character and talents ; and the
feeling itself arises from the artificial
colouring with which a highly com-
plicated system of jurisprudence has
overlaid and distorted the genuine
lineaments of the question ; and also,
in a general sense of the very inade-
quate security afforded by the law
against the institution of candidates
disqualified for the spiritual functions
of the ministry. Let us then revise,
reform, and simplify this branch of
onr jurisprudence. Let us grant the
Church the safeguards which she re-
quires, and the clouds of popular mis-
apprehension will speedily roll away,
leaving the coast clear for that equi-
table adjustment of the problem which
alone can satisfy the exigencies of the
case, and reconcile the just pretensions
of two parties equally entitled to con-
sideration— the advocates of the time-
honoured system of lay patronage, and
the advocates of Episcopal rights.
We will close this article with an
earnest protest against a corrective
recommended by the Edinburgh Review v
The writer, who agrees with us in his
opinion of Dr Phillimore's bill, and
also in advising that the sale of pre-
sentations should be legalised without
restriction, instead of strengthening
— quoad spiritualia — the legitimate au-
thority of the bishop, suggests, among
other elusory expedients, that the
parishioners should be intrusted with
a veto on the nomination. The mis-
chiefs of such a concession are so pa-
tent as almost to dispense with illus-
tration ; it would reduce the rights of
the patron to an unsubstantial shadow ;
it would administer a pernicious sti-
mulus to all the virulence of sectarian
animosity and party feeling; it would
place the clergyman in a very undig-
nified position with regard to all his
parishioners — in a position scarcely
tolerable towards the minority who
opposed his election ; while it would
give birth to a species of canvassing
and intriguing as distressing to the
friends, as acceptable to the enemies
of the Church. We would only refer
to the lamentable scenes enacted at
Piddington, in the diocese of Oxford,
and Painswick, a sweet village over-
looking the rich Vale of Gloucester.
In the latter locality, where popular
election reigned supreme, more beer
was drunk, and more disgraceful exhi-
bitions ensued, than had previously
been observed even at the old borough
elections, by no means remarkable for
sobriety and purity.
1855.]
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ILLUSTRATIONS OF HERODOTUS.
WHEN we of the present generation
were little boys, or rather a little be-
fore our time, classical proficiency
was supposed to form the neplus ultra
of a liberal education ; and by classical
proficiency was understood the accu-
rate and grammatical knowledge of
the Greek and Roman languages —
of the Greek language, as limited, or
nearly so, to the dialect of Attica —
of the Roman, as limited to the Latin
written or spoken in the days of
Caesar and Cicero. When a man had
passed through some great public
school, and attained a tolerable faci-
lity in verse composition in the dead
languages — when he had capped this
result by a university degree, and
made what was called the grand tour
of Europe — his education was said to
be finished ; and if he never opened a
book again, he was considered quali-
fied to rank as a scholar and a gentle-
man. This period was followed by a
reaction in the opposite direction :
except with a small class who still
adhered to the old dogmas, classical
studies became unduly depreciated,
and their popularity fell away. The
value of all other kinds of erudition,
especially of that which was practical
and utilitarian in its tendency, became
enhanced in comparison, and the- an-
tique models of thought and expression
seemed to incur the danger of oblivion
and contempt. The tide has now for
some time been flowing again as of
old, thanks chiefly to the scholars of
Germany, who, whatever harm they
may have done by their sceptical
treatment, have succeeded in restoring
popularity to those studies which,
though seemingly inferior in market-
able value, are perhaps superior to
all others as a means of perfecting
the taste and developing the imagina-
tion. At the same time, it is seen
that the old system of teaching and
learning must be modified in deference
to the requirements of the times —
that it is necessary to remove ob-
stacles rather than to create them, as
there is so much to learn in a short
life that even those studies which are
the basis of all sound education can-
not claim the right to be exclusively
pursued, but must be arranged so as
to leave time for other things, which,
though less dignified in their nature,
are still essential, and indeed indis-
pensable.
It stands to reason that, before the
invention of printing, when books
were scarce and dear, and the multi-
plication of copies at the same time
an impossibility, men were more apt
to write, if they did not think or
speak, correctly and with forethought,
than in these days, when -the results
of some years' labour of a mighty
genius may be bought at a railway-
stall for a shilling, as well as a budget
of trash by some third-rate novelist.
This carefulness in composition be-
came in the middle ages, under the
Procrustean rule of the Church, pe-
dantry and primness ; and the same
character was given to the publication
of the works of the ancients, — works
as free from these qualities as any in
modern times, and which united ex-
quisite taste with scope of thought
and freedom of speculation, such as
modern genius can only at best re-
produce and amplify. In this point
of view, the Greek mind resembled
the modern even more than the Ro-
man, as the Romans were litterateurs
not so much by nature as by imita-
tion, their proper vocation being war
and legislation. It follows that no-
where is scholastic dust and pedantry
more out of place than when lying
like a dead weight on the works of
the Greeks, which are by nature
lively, luminous as the air of Attica,
and free as the winds which swept
over the mountains of Arcadia. Na-
tural science alone can boast of im-
proving on the Greeks ; in the philo-
sophy of mind and morals — in all
that regards man as man — in the
The Geography of Herodotus. By J. TALBOTS WHEELEB, F.R.G.S. Longman and
Co. 1854.'
The Life and Travels of Herodotus. By J. TALBOTS WHEELEB, F.R.G.S. Longman
and Co. 1855.
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expression of all verities but the
miraculous truths of Revelation — in
politics and belles lettres, and the
principles of the fine arts — they are,
and are likely to remain for ever, our
masters. On these subjects, every-
thing that has been said in modern
times has perhaps been better said by
the Greeks, because they possess a
language to winch, in power and
beauty and versatility, no language of
modern Europe has ever yet been
able to approach. The surpassing
excellence of that language is an
index of the extraordinary vigour and
subtlety of the genius that engendered
it. Each of their authors of the first
class is a mine of intellectual wealth,
to the availability of whose riches it
is impossible to say how much we
owe, and from which all well-educated
readers and thinkers in our times steal
and borrow, sometimes unconsciously,
but always too frequently without
acknowledgment, as the remoteness
of the times in which they lived has
destroyed that fence of jealousy which
guards the productions of contempo-
raries or immediate predecessors.
Now, there is none among the
ancients who has done more for uni-
versal knowledge than Herodotus of
Halicarnassus, and no great teacher
has ever taught mankind in a more
modest, genial, and agreeable manner.
Thucydides is a great sage, but so
unalterably and unbendingly grave
that we always feel abashed in his
presence ; and true to his character
as a philosophic historian, he disdains
to descend to the lesser feelings of
humanity. He mentions the death
of a hero, the capture of a city, or the
change of a government, with the same
self-complacent terseness and practi-
cality ; while Herodotus, in his unaf-
fected narratives, is for ever pulling
at the heart-strings of his readers,
and, as you stop to converse with
him, hooks his arm in yours, and
takes you a very long walk, beguiling
your ears all the way with his de-
lightful gossip, and making you laugh
and cry by turns, till you are much
too late for all your appointments,
and well contented with having been
so cheated out of them.
If Mr Wheeler's task had merely
been to make Herodotus easy, we
should have said that he might have
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spared his labour, as there is no easier
author in existence. His meaning is
always clear; his constructions are
never crabbed; his soft Ionian lan-
guage flows on in an unbroken and
gentle stream,
" With syllables that should be writ ou
satin."
His digressions from the pursuit of
his subject are delightful in their
naivete", and their causes are so
manifest that they never confuse or
puzzle. They make up a tale which
is like the expanded table-talk of some
charming companion, digressing to
any extent for the sake of explana-
tion, but never wearying, because he
has always something novel or en-
tertaining to say. But Mr Wheeler
has brought a vast store of modern
research to bear on the subjects of
Herodotus's history ; he has con-
sulted nearly every known autho-
rity, and by adding to his facts, and
elucidating things necessarily ob-
scure in his time, he has given him the
benefit of two thousand years of expe-
rience, and brought him, as it were, on
the stage of life, so as not to startle
those he meets, in a costume of the
present day. His facts are impressed
on the memory by comparison with
parallel facts that have come to pass
since ; his fables are cleared of their
fiction, and the truth that is in them
brought out ; his theories are weighed
in the balance, and often, when least
expected, not found wanting ; above
all, his character as an honest man for
a Greek, and honest teacher, is abun-
dantly indicated, and he comes before
us, not so much as an obscure lion
introduced by a patron, as a great
master ushered into notice by an affec-
tionate and reverential pupil. From
circumstances in which he has recently
been placed, Herodotus has only stood
in too much need of such an advocate
or witness to character. Mr Wheeler
says, in his preface to the Geography —
"While the present work has been
passing through the press, a new attempt
lias been made to assail the credibility of
Herodotus, and to detract from his renown
as a traveller and historian. The genius
of the great father of history has preserved
his writings nearly intact for twenty-three
centuries ; whilst his character for integ-
rity has outlived the attacks of every dis-
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contented critic from Plutarch to Voltaire.
His present assailant, Mr Blakesley, is a
scholar of a very different stamp from his
predecessors. Actuated by no mean jea-
lousy, and yielding to the influence of no
scornful wit, he has been led, by a pro-
found love for abstract truth, to pronounce
somewhat too harshly against the straight-
forward narrative of the old Ionian. That
much of Herodotus's information is only to
be received on secondary evidence, will
be readily admitted by all ; but Mr
Blakesley would regard him as a mere
pleasing compiler, like Oliver Goldsmith,
prevented from travelling by the exigen-
cies of the time, and differing but very
little, if at all, from the logographers who
preceded him, either in critical sagacity,
diligent investigation, or historical fidelity ;
blending together in one mass the yarns
of merchant skippers, the tales current in
caravanseries, the legends of the exegetse
of temples, and the long details of veteran
sailors and septuagenarian hoplites ; ex-
ercising but little discrimination in the
solution of his facts, careless in stating his
authorities, laying claim to more experi-
ence and personal research than he was
entitled to ; and, in fact, belonging to the
same school as Charon, Hellanicus, Xan-
thus, Hecatseus, and others, from whom
lie largely copied without acknowledg-
ment, and only exhibited perhaps a doubt-
ful superiority in the style and treatment
of his materials."
We are happy to see Mr Wheeler
take up arms against the historical
sceptics ; those who shake the founda-
tion of all hitherto believed facts by
an incredulous treatment which, how-
ever honest and sincere it may be,
appears like an attempt to earn the
praise of novelty and ingenuity at the
expense of the character of all anti-
quity.
We have had enough of this from
the Germans, whose present political
situation is a fit commentary on the
dreary scepticism of their philosophy.
We are sorry to see Englishmen fol-
lowing in their path. They had better
give up the attempt at such imitation,
for they do it badly; they are checked
in their career of the destruction of
historical faith by the honesty and
straightforwardness of their own cha-
racters. It was inconsistent, for in-
stance, in a man so positive and dog-
matic as Arnold to follow in the steps
of Niebuhr, and attempt to sublime
away the personalities of the sturdy
old kings of Rome into epochs ; incou-
687
sistent in Grote, another positive and
dogmatic writer, though in his own
peculiar way, to attempt to reverse
the judgments of all the best of the
ancients, and rescue from merited
shame the demagogues and sophists
of ancient Athens. We may eluci-
date and enlarge upon the classic
writers ; we can scarcely, unless we
have an overweening confidence in
our own judgment, endeavour to put
the facts they give us in a new light,
or turn into symbolic shadows those
things which they put before us as
hard facts.
But no one will deny, these men
may say, that Herodotus and Livy
mixed up fables innumerable with
their respective histories. True ; but
they never intended to palm off fable
for fact. Before novels existed, his-
torical works partook of the character
of novels, and it is quite as easy to sec
what part the writer intended to be
accepted as fact, and what part he
appended being fabulous, for the sake
of embellishment, as it is to distin-
guish fact from fiction in the histori-
cal plays of Shakespeare, or the his-
torical romances of Scott. It was
necessary, before hard-headed plodding
readers existed, to make all works
artistic, entertaining, and poetical ;
and for this reason the old historians
made no secret of dressing out the facts
they presented with an elaborate or-
namentation of fable. The intellec-
tual digestion of the ancients was
incapable of relishing any feast that
was not dressed out with flowers ; for
though giants in imaginative power,
they were children in freshness of feel-
ing, and peremptory demand for in-
cessant amusement. But the fact is,
that this tendency to explain away
facts which has now resulted in Ger-
many in explaining away duties both
social and political, is as uncalled for
as it was perverse. The fables of
Herodotus and Livy were not false-
hoods, for they were not intended to
deceive. No one could really be-
lieve that Romulus and Remus were
suckled by a she-wolf; but we cannot
see what the identity of the brothers
themselves had to do with that of their
fabulous nurse. And if the historians
themselves partly believed the fables
they related, this was only a proof of
their childlike credulity, surely not of
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their dishonesty. We must of course
exercise our common sense as to the
selection of their facts ; but if we find
their characters to be such as to en-
title them to our personal respect, we
are bound to give them credit for ab-
sence of an intention to deceive us, by
presenting us with fictions in the shape
of facts. With regard to Livy, we
think the honesty of his narrative
more difficult to prove than that of
Herodotus. He may have been led
astray, not by selfish motives, but by
his patriotism, to suppress things which
tended to diminish the glory of Rome,
and relate problematical anecdotes
which redounded to her credit. But we
have nothing to do with him now. We
have to do with Herodotus, justly
called the father of history, whom
every man who pretends to write his-
tory himself, or to comment on it
when written by others, ought to treat
with filial respect, and whom we are
ready to maintain against all comers
to have been as honest and simple-
minded a narrator of facts as ever
trod this earth. We imagine that we
are borne out in this assertion by
probabilities derived from considera-
tion of the times in which Herodotus
lived, and also by the internal evidence
of his own writings. Herodotus,
though by birth a Dorian, was by
education and sympathies Ionian,
and as such looked on Athens as
his metropolis or mother-city — a
point to which all the holiest feelings
of a Greek converged in a manner that
is difficult for us of the present day to
appreciate. To us the State exists
for the sake of the individual, and the
liberty of the subject or the license of
the citizen, as the case may be, is to
the average Anglo-Saxon generally
paramount to the glory, honour, and
independence of the common country.
Patriotism is evoked when the inde-
pendence of the individual is in jeop-
ardy, seldom before. But the best and
bravest man of the Greeks being inca-
pable of feeling any deep personal affec-
tion towards the gods of his fathers,
though his religion influenced more or
less directly the whole course of his
life, kept the holy of holies in his heart
for his mother-city, loved her with a
love "passing the love of woman,"
lived or died for her; and when forced
to migrate from her soil, carried the
fire from the altar of Hestia to the ut-
termost parts of the earth, that the
soul of his city might be present with
him, though she was absent in the
body. It is thus that Aristotle names
one description of courage, the politi-
cal courage, averring that, though it
is not the truest kind, being mixed,
yet that it sometimes enacts greater
wonders in war than any other, and
that in emergencies when the courage
of the soldier is overborne, the courage
of the citizen abides and dies. In
short, the city was the church of the
heathen, and his religion was but an
accessory of his patriotism : he rever-
enced the gods not so much for their
own sake, as because they glorified and
upheld his city, and gave them prece-
dence, not according to their abstract
dignity, but according as they were
more or less nearly connected with,
her. Thus Athene was paramount
to the Athenian, and Here to the Ar-
give, Artemis to the Ephesian. This
strong affection for the city must have
been one of the greatest obstacles
with which the early preachers of
Christianity had to contend; and it is
remarkable that our religion did not
become the creed of Europe until the
pride of particular citizenship had
been humbled, and all the minor
states had been swallowed up in the
preponderance of Rome, while the
feeling of Roman citizenship became
weakened, and diluted by its extent,
and by the vagueness of its applica-
tion.
Although Herodotus looked upon
Athens as his metropolis, having be-
come a citizen of Thurii in Italy, ta
which the sacred fire was brought from
Athens, nevertheless we cannot sup-
pose him to have become so thoroughly
an Athenian in feeling as to have
lost all sympathy with that Dorian
race from which he originally sprang.
This circumstance is a great security
for his impartiality as an historian.
If -ZEschylus had written the same his-
tory, Athens and the Ionian states
would probably have been exclusively
and unduly honoured — Sparta and the
Dorian have been unduly depreciated.
Herodotus, from the circumstances in
which he was placed, was as much of
a cosmopolite as any Greek could be
expected to be. Although Athens
was his first consideration as a matter
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of duty, all Greece was to him as one
city ; and the glorification of the Hel-
lenic race, and the celebration of their
triumph over the Persian, appears to
have been the main object of his his-
tory. Although the lamentable split
between the Grecian states, which
divided them into two hostile camps,
had even in his time begun, it was as
yet almost invisible, and had not yet
assumed an irreconcilable character.
This great division, which was the
bane and ruin of Greece, probably
originated in that change in the insti-
tutions of Athens, by which the demo-
cratical element got the upper hand,
while the aristocratical still held its
ground in the rival states. The date
of this change was the so-called reform
of Clisthenes the Alcmceonid, which
took place about B.C. 510. Solon
had before introduced the small end
of the wedge, by giving increased power
to the popular assembly. After that
the tyranny of the Pisistratids super-
vened. The nobility were in conse-
quence so depressed, that one ambi-
tious family, discontented with being
no better than their peers, were will-
ing to sacrifice the interests of their
order, and by means, it may be sup-
posed, of popular terrorism, succeeded
in effecting a revolution, which, al-
though bloodless, was as complete a
subversion of the constitution of Athens
as that which the first French Revolu-
tion effected in the constitution of
France. Like our own Reform Act,
it was carried by means apparently
constitutional, but really inconsistent
with liberty ; and, similarly, the evil
effects with which it was pregnant did
not come to pass at once, but were
produced in time, when it was too
late to retract the fatal step, and ward
off the ruin in store for Athens, and
after Athens for the whole of Greece,
of which Athens was the guiding soul.
This change consisted in the destruc-
tion of the four genealogical Ionic
tribes as governing bodies, and the
substitution of ten territorial tribes,
with their subdivisions, in which all
Athenian citizens were enrolled, with-
out respect to natural clanship, simply
according to the district in which
they happened to be located. There
is no doubt but that the inauguration
of the reign of liberty, fraternity, and
equality at Athens, gave for some
time a new life to that state; but, in
taking her subsequent glories into
consideration, we must give a certain
value to the previous education of her
heroic citizens, whose childhood had
been brought up under the older and
holier regime. The burning patriotism
of JEschylus, and his deep veneration
for all that was great and good, was
certainly not engendered by demo-
cratical inspiration — nor was that of
Cynasgirus, his brother, who caught
the Persian ship in his teeth, after
Marathon, when his arms had been
lopped off— nor was the virtue of Aris-
tides — nor was the brilliant heroism of
the " tyrant of the Chersonese, free-
dom's best and bravest friend." Even
under the oppression of democracy, the
hero-sons of conservative Athens were
true to themselves and their country r
and remained for a while the salt of
the state which preserved her from
corruption. But the most fatal effect
of the revolution of Clisthenes was the
destruction of the old Hellenicfeeling in
the course of time, beginning with the
antagonism between Athens and Spar-
ta. When Greeks began to look upon
Greeks as natural enemies, their sym-
pathies became narrowed to the par-
ticular community to which they be-
longed ; and all other Greek states
were placed in the same position, in
their estimation, with the king of
Persia or any other barbarian power.
It is true that this source of disunion
existed before the glories of Marathon,
Salamis, and Platea, and that under
no circumstances could the discom-
fiture of the Persian have been more
complete ; nevertheless, the existence
of the germ of the evil was to be re-
cognised even then in the jealousies be-
tween the rival states, and the bicker-
ings between the rival commanders,
in the reluctance of Sparta to assist
Athens in her need, and the heart-
burnings that reluctance occasioned in
her ally, giving rise to the pursuit
of a separate line of policy in which
Athens began to dream of an empire
for herself, including both Greeks and
barbarians, and bound together by
a similarity of form of government,,
rather than by the natural sympathies
of race or nation. The end of all
this is well known. Greece could af-
ford to set Persia at defiance, and
quarrel within herself at the same
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time, but she fell an easy prey to the
young and vigorous barbarian state of
Macedon.
It is cheerful to recognise in the
pages of Herodotus the old and healthy
Hellenic feeling. Political partisan-
ship, which grows embittered in later
writers, appears with him easy and
good-natured ; and although he has
certain sympathies with democracy,
there are certain passages which show
that he was far from having made np
his mind as to which was the best
form of government. We may take
as an instance the supposed dialogue
of the Persian chiefs after the putting
to death of the impostor Smerdis, in
which the three forms of government,
despotism, oligarchy, and democracy,
are discussed, and all seem, according
to the arguments, to be equally objec-
tionable ; and also that passage about
Mseandrins of Samos, who, though in
order to carry out his wish to be "the
justest of men," he tried to lay aside
his despotism and establish a demo-
cracy, quickly changed his opinion
when he found that the emancipated
people immediately turned upon him,
and accused him of embezzlement,
and with fortunate sagacity had se-
cured to himself the power of chang-
ing it, by keeping possession of the
citadel. A good deal of stress has
been laid on the scepticism of Hero-
dotus as to the religion of his country :
we cannot attach much weight to this,
when we consider how perfectly com-
patible a general and indeed devout
belief in their religious system was
with incredulity as to details, with the
Greeks. The mistake arises from the
Protestant manner of regarding these
matters. The Protestant mind, limit-
ing the objects of belief, allows of
no latitude of scepticism within that
range ; and the Roman Catholic,
taught by such example, now applies
the same rule to a larger extent. But
before the Reformation it was not so.
A_ certain degree of scepticism as to
minor matters was allowed to the
most devout Catholics, and the clergy
did not at once see to what dangerous
results it would be carried. It was
part of the Greek religion to unbend
the bow by ridiculing the gods them-
selves, as it was not thought incon-
sistent with good churchmanship in
the middle ages to travesty the reli-
gious orders, and even to allow rival
monkish societies to ridicule each other
in permanent stone on the walls of the
churches. There could have been no
more devout believer than Dante, and
yet Dante makes the Inferno a con-
venient receptacle for his personal
enemies, and banishes thither even
some of the leading men of that
Church of whose doctrines he was so
distinguished an illustrator.
But the days of Herodotus were days
of transition as regarded the mytho-
logy itself, and therefore we should
be surprised if we did not find a cer-
tain degree of doubt and distrust as
to the details of belief, though the
heart remains in the right place. The
ancient belief of Greece was a deifica-
tion of the great powers of nature,
and the gods were worshipped as holy
and pure, the rewarders of the good
and punishers of the evil; the modern
belief was a deification of the bad
passions of man, so that at length the
discrepancy between morals and reli-
gion became so great that Socrates
and Plato, the great teachers of morals,
were obliged to throw overboard all
the popular notions regarding the
gods as inconsistent with holiness of
character. It is supposed that the
purer belief was still perpetuated in
the Eleusinian and other mysteries.
The mind of Herodotus is so deeply
imbued with religious awe, and yet
so uncomfortable about the gods them-
selves, that he seems generally inclined
to rush into the other extreme of super-
stition from modesty and self-distrust,
and to speak with respect of rites as
different as possible from those of the
Greeks, for fear there should be some-
thingofdivineinthem. Often and often
does he say that he has heard this
and that about some outlandish divi-
nity, but is afraid to mention it. It
is true that his piety runs riot, and
takes the complexion of pantheism,
speaking of the sun as a god, and
rivers and other natural phenomena
as equally gods with those of Olympus ;
but it never verges towards atheism,
or indeed latitudinarian indifference.
It must always be premised, in speak-
ing of the piety of the ancients, that
they never thought perfect goodness
a necessary attribute of divinity, but
worshipped the divinity as perfect in
the attributes given him, whatever
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they might be. Thus JEschylus can-
not be accused of impiety in investing
Zeus with inexorable sternness, or
the Eumenides with normal malevo-
lence. Indeed, the want of moral
perfection may have increased the
awe with which these beings were re-
garded. The ancients were afraid of
the selfishness of the gods. They
imagined that they had decreed to
man only a certain degree of happi-
ness, and that if his happiness came
in any degree near the measure of
their own, they kept in store some
frightful misfortune, which they let
loose at will, and destroyed his pros-
perity in a moment. Nemesis was the
goddess into whose hands was given
the fearful task of keeping human
happiness within due bounds. She
was accustomed to effect this by means
of a secret minister called Ate, or In-
fatuation. Prosperity begat Hybris,
or Insolence, and Insolence made its
subject his own destroyer. This was
the source of the misfortunes of
CEdipus and his race, and of all those
master races whose superhuman mis-
fortune furnished the general frame-
work of Greek tragedy. Herodotus
is a deep believer in this influence,
and the moral of his whole History is
an illustration of the terrible agency
of Nemesis. The great event in which
that History culminates, the defeat of
Xerxes, was one of its most striking
manifestations, as it occasioned the
statue of the goddess to be set up on
the spot whence the great king beheld
the overthrow of his fleet. And all
the other events of the particular and
subordinate histories hinge upon this
great idea. It was Nemesis who re-
duced Croesus the Lydian from a
millionaire to a slave ; it was she who
produced the judicial blindness of the
Spartan king Cleomenes ; it was she
who punished Cambyses in the same
way for violating the religion of
Egypt; it was she who plunged in
sudden ruin the extraordinary pros-
perity of Polycrates the Samian. This
last [case was perhaps of all the most
directly striking. The prosperity of
Polycrates appeared so complete and
astonishing, that his friend Amasis
king of Egypt, dreading the inevitable
reaction, advised the despot of Samos
to destroy some very precious posses-
sion in order to satisfy, if possible,
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the appetite of Nemesis. Polycrates
threw into the sea a ring which he
prized exceedingly, hoping to obtain
this result; but Nemesis would not
be got rid of on terms so easy : the
ring was discovered in the belly of a
fish which was opened on Polycrates'
table, and Amasis, when he heard of
this failure, with less generosity than
prudence, sent to renounce the friend-
ship of a man whom the gods seemed
to have doomed to destruction, as they
would apparently be satisfied with no
smaller counterpoise to his past hap-
piness. The treacherous murder of
Polycrates by a Persian satrap was a
sequel which took nobody by surprise.
It is very delightful to recognise in
Herodotus this freshness of feeling as
regards the religion of his country-
men ; it is a thing which we miss in
later writers, in whom intellectual
power predominates over faith. With
the energy, courage, and perseverance
of a man, Herodotus is a child in
facility of obtaining amusement and
interest from everybody and every-
thing ; and his elaborate tale is espe-
cially charming from its childlike
naivete". Neither is he free from the
faults of childhood : he sometimes
dwells with a zest on scenes of cruelty,
a practice which reminds one of a child's
love of the horrible. He is indecorous
sometimes, not from conscious and
mature sensuality, but from original
sin; but, on the other hand, he is
tender and sensitive at times as a
child when moved to tears, and he is
full of fun and of quaintness as one
whose deep sympathy with the ludi-
crous is not checked by thoughts of
what is due to his own dignity, as
would certainly have been the case
with Thucydides. He writes history
in the same spirit as that in which
Homer wrote poetry, as the unreason-
ing emanation of a great and power-
ful soul, which preserved the freshness
of early years to the limit of an ener-
getic and laborious life. It would not
be amiss to mention a few of the
anecdotes which illustrate these quali-
ties of Herodotus, and we must do
Mr Wheeler the justice to say that
he helps the reader of Herodotus very
considerably by attracting his atten-
tion to the characteristics of such
passages.
Cyrus wished to cross the river
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Gyndes on his way to Babylon.
While his army was on its banks,
one of the white horses, which, like
the white elephants of India, were
held sacred, broke loose, plunged into
the river from wantonness, and was
swept away and drowned. Herodo-
tus represents the anger of Cyrus
on that occasion as similar to that
which a child feels against inani-
mate things that hurt him. Cyrus
immediately swore that he would
serve out the river in such a way that
^ven women should cross it without
wetting their knees. So he dug a
multitude of little canals and distri-
buted the water, and thus the insolent
Gyndes was abundantly paid out
(thus it is expressed in Greek).
How fresh and quaint is Herodotus's
approval of the lady-auction at Baby-
lon ! An excellent plan he thinks it
for equalising the gifts of fortune.
All the marriageable young ladies are
shown together as the English show
cattle, and the Americans babies : the
most beautiful is singled out first, and
knocked down to the highest bidder ;
and so the auction goes on, descending
in the scale of beauty and of prices, un-
til one bidder gets his wife for nothing,
she being exactly the happy mean be-
tween beauty and ugliness ; then the
plain ones are trotted out, and the
question is put, who will take the least
plain for the smallest consideration ?
As soon as she is disposed of, the
auctioneer passes from plainer to
plainer until he comes to the plainest
of all, who is got rid of as well as the
rest at the highest figure of compen-
sation. Thus they all find husbands,
prettiness being paid for and ugliness
paying, and the sums paid for the pretty
creating a fund which provides for-
tunes for the ugly. Any other historian
than Herodotus would probably have
thought twice before he expressed his
unqualified approval of this proceed-
ing, for fear of being laughed at for
his oddity.
Herodotus is no better and no
worse than the average Greek stan-
dard as to his morality. Although
his mind is deeply tinctured with the
antique heroism, yet there is none of
that deification of honour and honesty
in him which, Macaulay observes in
his remarks on Machiavelli, belongs
rather to the north than the south.
With all his artlessness he has a great
admiration for cunning, and shows
himself in many places the good-
natured and genial, but not over-
scrupulous southern. There is no
nation with whom he seems to have
had a greater sympathy than with
the Egyptian. This people have
handed down to us their physiogno-
mies, and from them we may form
a pretty correct judgment of their
characters. There was certainly no
false pride about them. They were a
good-natured, good-humoured, lively,
versatile, clever people ; but their
ideas of meum and tuum were not of
the clearest ; and the worst of it was,
that they were terribly sanctimoni-
ous withal. How Herodotus seems
to enjoy that story of the treasure ot
Rampsinitus !
Rampsinitus had more money than
he knew what to do with, so he
ordered a stone building to be made,
one of the walls of which was joined
to an outer wall of his own dwelling.
Wishing to make all safe, he ordered
the building to be made without an
entrance, so that the treasure, being
built in, could never be got out again
without pulling down the wall. The
architect, however, thinking it a pity
that the treasure should be of no use
to any one, and that the king would
scarcely perceive a certain amount of
subtraction, devised a stone in the
wall, which was in appearance as fast
as the rest, but really movable by a
secret spring, and thus supplied his
necessities from time to time from the
king's hoard. This went on for all
his life. On his death-bed the old
scoundrel, instead of repenting, let his
two sons into the secret of the mov-
able stone, consoling his conscience
with the flattering unction that he
was thereby securing a livelihood for
his children without greatly hurting
any one. The sons felt themselves in
duty bound to help themselves, in ac-
cordance with their father's wishes.
But they were not so fortunate as he
was, for one day the king took it
into his head to pull down part of the
wall and have a look at his treasure.
What was his astonishment when he
saw that a good part of it had been
spirited away. All the seals were
safe, and there was no window, door,
or chimney. He thought he must
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have made a mistake as to the origi-
nal amount, so he plastered the hole
up again, and opened it, some time
after, a second time. The treasure
had suffered a further diminution. He
was out of his wits what to think of
it. However, he set man-traps among
the coffers, built the place up again,
opened it again, and found, not a
man, but a man's body, with the leg
fast in a gin and the head gone ;
still there was no sign of entrance
or exit.
Rampsinitus now thought he had
hit on a device to catch the thief. He
hung up the body in a public place,
and set guards by it, ordering them
to apprehend any one they might see
making demonstrations of grief be-
fore it.
The mother of the dead man was
horrified at this exposure of the
corpse, and so, after making some
difficulties, her surviving son deter-
mined to rescue it. He provided him-
self with several asses, and loading
them with a skin of wine each, drove
them on till he came by his brother's
corpse, and those who were watching
it. Then he managed to unfasten two
or three of the skins, so that the wine
ran out, but in such a manner that it
seemed accidental. This part of the
story shows of how old origin was the
image-breaking dodge, said to be still
sometimes practised in the streets of
London. Then he began beating his
head, and cursing his stars, as not
knowing which ass was losing most
wine, and being consequently in a
difficulty which way to run to the
rescue. The guards, in high glee, and
thinking it a good joke, all ran to
fetch vessels to catch the wasting
wine, while he pretended to be in a
passion with them, and began abusing
them, which, under the circumstances,
amused them still more. Having thus
got them into high good-humour, he
ended by appearing to make it up, and
gave them one of the skins to drink.
When they were royally drunk, and
all asleep, he stole away his brother's
carcass ; and not content with the
completeness of this job, left all the
guards with their right whiskers
shaven off. The king, when he heard
of the stealing away of the corpse,
was in a greater rage than ever, but
he kept it to himself, and was deter-
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mined to find out the thief at any
price.
As Herodotus avows his disbelief
in the remainder of the story, it is
not necessary for us to enter into par-
ticulars. Rampsinitus employed his
daughter as the detective, and she,
watching her opportunity, extracted
a confession from the culprit, and,
immediately she had heard it, seized
him by the arm. He was prepared
for this, and ran away, leaving a false
arm in her hands. The confession
was an answer to the question, What
was the wickedest and wisest thing he
had ever done. The wickedest thing
he allowed to have been beheading
his brother, when he was caught in
the trap, to prevent recognition, and
the wisest thing making the king's
guards drunk, and carrying off the
body. This new escape brought the
king's rage to a climax, and it eva-
porated in admiration of the exceed-
ing cleverness of this prince of artful
dodgers. So he made a proclamation,
promising a free pardon, and all kind
of favours besides, if the party would
disclose himself. The thief trusted
the king, and the king rewarded him
by giving him his detective daughter
in marriage, considering him worthy
of that honour, as being the most
knowing of all men ; for that the
Egyptians were the shrewdest of
mankind, and he was the shrewdest
of the Egyptians.
Equally characteristic is that other
story of the Egyptian king Menkahre
or Mycerinus, who lived long enough
before Moses or the Trojan war, and
whose bones are to be seen in the
British Museum. An oracle came to
this king from the temple of Leto, in
the isle of Buto, saying that he had
only six years more to live. At first
he took it to heart, and sent a re-
proachful message to the goddess, say-
ing that his father Cheops and uncle
Chephren, who had cared nothing
about the gods, and afflicted their
subjects, were allowed to live long,
whereas he who paid both so much
attention was condemned to an early
death. The oracle told him that this
very piety brought all the mischief
upon him, because he was going
against the destiny of Egypt, which
was, that it should be tyrannised over
for a century and a half. At this
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unfeeling answer Mycerinus grew
desperate, and determined to make
the best of a bad matter, and cheat
the oracle, by living twelve years in-
stead of six. So he ordered lamps
enough to be lighted every night to
turn night into day ; and, like the
mythical "gentlemen that neversleep"
of some Irish novelist, addressed him-
self to a perpetual round of jollifica-
tion. Of course nothing would kill
him, not even delirium tremens, be-
fore his appointed time.
Such stories are seemingly at va-
riance with what Herodotus says of
the thickness of the skulls of the
Egyptians, as observed after the bat-
tle between their king and Cambyses,
the Egyptian skull scarcely admitting
of being broken with a large stone,
while a pebble would crack the pate
of a Persian. We pass to a story or
two which tells more in favour of the
heart of the historian. Cambyses was
the Persian Caligula. His tyranny
was aggravated by madness, induced
by offence to the gods. His insane
self-will led to his murdering his
brother Smerdis, and marrying his
sister, permission having been given
him by the slavish judges, on the
ground that, though the deed was
against an existing law, it was con-
tradicted by another law, that a king
of Persia might do whatever he
pleased. This unfortunate sister came
by her death at the tyrant's hands
by an indiscreet display of sympathy.
Cambyses, like Domitian, delighted
in small cruelties. He had one day,
for his amusement, put a puppy to
fight with a lion- cub. The young
lion was getting the best of it, when
the young dog's brother, who was
chained up, broke his chain, flew to
the rescue, and the two together mas-
tered the crown- prince of beasts.
The sister of Cambyses, when she
saw it, burst into tears, while her
brother was convulsed with laughter.
He asked the reason of this, and she
told him that she wept to think of
their brother Smerdis, and how he
perished with no brother to rescue
him. Her frankness cost her her
life. Not less touching is the story
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Amphion, one of the noble and ruling
family of the Bacchiadae, had a lame
daughter, by name Labda. Her in-
firmity preventing her from marrying
in her own rank, she became the wife
of one Eetion, a poor man, though of
wonderfully old family. In conse-
quence of oracles which foretold dan-
ger to the established system from
the future offspring of Eetion and
Labda, the Bacchiads, as soon as the
child was born, sent ten of their
number, under the pretence of con-
gratulation, to put it to death. They
agreed among themselves on the way,
that the first to whom the mother
should give the child should dash it
on the earth. Labda, in the pride of
her heart and suspecting no harm,
gave it to one of them, and Herodotus
describes what followed in words to
the following effect : —
" When then Labda brought the child
and handed it over, by some divine pro-
vidence the infant smiled at the man
who received it ; and when he observed
this, a kind of pity restrained him from
killing it: and thus having had compassion
on it, he gave it to the second, and he to
the third, and so it passed through the
whole ten, being handed from one to the
other, and no one was minded to make
away with it."
So overcome by their better feelings,
they went out, and then Labda was
horrified at overhearing a conversa-
tion, in which they reproached one
another for their faint-heartedness,
and determined to go back and do
the business better. Forewarned,
however, of their intention, the mo-
ther hid the child in a chest, and
they, thinking it had been sent
away, falsely told those who had
commissioned them, as Hubert made
King John believe, that they had
committed the murder. Thus Cypse-
lus escaped with his life, and was
named after the Greek name of his
place of concealment, and lived to
ruin the Bacchiadse. The manner of
telling such stories reveals the mind
of Herodotus, and does credit to the
manly simplicity of his character.
Again, as Mr Wheeler very pro-
perly observes, he has been unjustly
treated by the doubts that have been
in that part of the History which treats thrown on the reality of his travels,
of Corinth, and the change of her go- We can conceive of nothing more
vernment from oligarchy to tyranny, painful to a man who has been at the
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trouble and expense of making long
journeys or voyages, partly for the
satisfaction of his own vanity, partly
for the sake of imparting knowledge
to his fellow-creatures, than that his
stories should not be believed when
he comes back. But in proportion to
the magnitude of the dangers and
difficulties he has passed through, is
the danger of not being believed.
This is the most cruel part of the
business. Suppose Desdemona, in-
stead of falling in love with Othello
for the perils he had passed, had
burst out laughing at the account of
the " Anthropophagi, and men whose
heads do grow beneath their shoul-
ders," it would have been better for
her in the end certainly, but very
cruel to Othello. That injustice has
often been done in actual cases, when,
like Bruce the African explorer, the
man who has gone through fire and
water and every kind of daring ad-
venture, is doomed for that very
reason to have his honesty questioned
by some Cockney who has never
stirred from his fireside. We believe
Herodotus for the same reason that
we believe Gordon Gumming, because
we know enough of what he has done
to think him capable of doing any-
thing. We must recollect that the
most incredible of his stories he al-
ways relates on the authority of
others, and as to what he saw he is
generally supported by fact. Such
wholesale imposture as the German-
ising commentators impute to him
was not natural in those days. If
travellers pulled the long bow, they
did so because they knew no better,
and with no intention of deceiving.
At a time when the greater part of
the world was unexplored, men
thought nothing too marvellous to
expect beyond the range of their own
experience, and easily credited any
stories that were told them of the
miraculous. Even so did the Eliza-
bethan voyagers bring home stories
of people whose ears were so long
that they used one as a bed and the
other as a coverlet, not imagining
that their stories would require,
to be believed, any extraordinary
length of ear in those to whom they
were addressed. And far too much
stress is laid on the difficulties of
travelling in the days of Herodotus ;
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as if there could have been scarcely
any travelling without modern ap-
pliances. We are in many things
far too conceited as to what time
has done for us, and in no matter
more than this. How is it in our
own country since the invention of
railroads ? We travel faster in cer-
tain directions, and certain lines of
country are better known, but a thou-
sand conveniences for travelling, in
the shape of country inns, and their
establishments of horses, coaches, &c.,
have disappeared, and the difficulties
of the post-office, excepting on the
lines of rail, have notoriously increas-
ed. The consular system was very
perfect in ancient times ; every state
of any importance had a resident at
each foreign city, whose business it
was to entertain the citizens whose
interests he represented. There were
plenty of horses and mules, waggons
at a pinch, and the ancients, as we
know from many writers, used to tra-
vel much on foot ; and every one who
has done the same thing knows that,
though without much time you cannot
see a great deal of the world in this
way, you see it better so than in any
other manner. After all, the travels
of Herodotus are Qf limited extent,
for he got no higher than the Crimea,
and no lower than the first or second
cataract, and he might easily have
done this with the appliances of the
time. His whole manner and matter
stamp him as a cosmopolite. He was
evidently one who, if he had gone so
far as Rome, would have done there
as the Romans do ; and wherever he
went, he recollected that he had a
tongue in his head, and made it serve
his purposes wherever his eyes could
not help him. No doubt, some of
the people he questioned must have
thought him a bore. He did not care
for this ; like a true traveller, he took
no offence, but if he met with a rebuff
from one, he tried another, till he got
what he- wanted, knowing from his
experience of mankind that churlish-
ness is the exception and good-nature
the rule; and perseverance, acting on
that assumption, is sure to be reward-
ed by the result. Amongst those who
evidently were tired by his importu-
nity, and wished to indemnify them-
selves by a laugh at his expense, were
those Egyptian priests, who told him
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that the Nile rose between two moun-
tains in Ethiopia, of the names of
Crophi and Mophi. In telling him
the fact, they told him what they
thought was the truth, but as to the
names, they gave them at a guess, as
he would not go away satisfied with-
out them. As for the pirates who
swarmed about the seas in those
times, Herodotus would have run the
gauntlet of .them had they existed;
and Mr Wheeler gives us every reason
to believe that, at the time at which
Herodotus travelled, the sea had been
cleared of them by the Athenian
cruisers. Does any one think that Dr
Barth would have been deterred from
going to Timbuctoo for fear of robbers?
We are glad to see Mr Wheeler
vindicating the honesty of Herodotus,
and the authenticity of his travels.
We think that he might have done
this a little more fully and positively ;
still he has acquitted himself of the
task very fairly. With regard to the
books themselves, whose names form
the heading of this article, one may
have been supposed to render the
other unnecessary, unless it be said
that they are intended for two distinct
classes of readers.
The "Geography of Herodotus deve-
loped, explained, and illustrated from
Modern Researches and Discoveries "
(for that is the title of the work in
full), is a most valuable work of re-
ference to the Herodotean student.
Notwithstanding its utility, it is a
book of pleasing exterior, good ad-
dress, and clear type, and we cannot
help thinking these qualities as essen-
tial to the first success of a book, as
the corresponding ones are to that of
a person. The subject itself, as far as
we can see, has been exhausted, the
facts collected from Herodotus having
been strengthened or modified by
every important authority, and the
whole work being placed before the
reader with the freshness of a new
book, though the greater part of it is
founded on the researches of antiquity.
The preface itself is full of valuable
information. After defending against
Mr Blakesley and others the authen-
ticity of the travels of Herodotus on
other grounds, Mr Wheeler goes on
to say : —
" One fact has been missed, not only
by Mr Blakesley, but by every commen-
tator on the Geography of Herodotus
whom the present author has consulted,
namely, that the political relations of
Halicarnassus with Persia were especially
favourable to every well-accredited native
of that city who desired to visit the
Persian capital. Halicarnassus was ex-
cluded from the Dorian Confederacy
worshipping at Triopium, and at the time
of the battle of Salamis was united with
the neighbouring islands of Cos, Calydna^
and Nysirus, under the dependent sceptre
of the celebrated Artemisia
Herodotus himself openly expresses his
admiration of Artemisia, though she
fought on the side of the Persians ; and
the little kingdom remained faithful to
her and to her family, even whilst Cimon
the Athenian was frightening the whole
Asiatic coast by his exploits. Herodo-
tus no doubt belonged to a family of
some consideration at Halicarnassus. At
fifty years of age he assisted in the popu-
lar revolution which deprived the grand-
son of Artemisia of the tyranny."
From this ingenious observation of
Mr Wheeler, we find that Herodotus
was enabled to make use of his Per-
sian connection in the way of his
travels, while his Greek sympathies
qualified him for an enthusiastic chro-
nicler of Grecian heroism. At the end
of this preface to the Geography, he
expresses a hope to reproduce the
pictures, with which the Homer of
history had filled his mind's eye, in a
popular form ; and this aspiration
finds its fulfilment in the work called
the Life and Travels of Herodotus.
Valuable as a book of reference may be,
there is no kind of book more difficult
to review, because the form and style
of its details being a secondary consi-
deration, it is nearly as difficult to give
specimens of it by extracts as it is to
give the idea of a house from separate
bricks. From its reference to the pre-
sent seat of war, and as touching the
scene of the late brilliant affair of
Kinburn, we may excerpt the follow-
ing passage from the part which treats
of Scythia : —
u Between the Aratores and the Alaz-
ones was the bitter spring Exampseus,
already mentioned, which also appears to
have given its name to the surrounding
district ; and between the mouths of the
Hypanis and Borysthenes (Bog and Dnie-
per), was a projecting piece of land called
the Promontory of Hippoleon, upon which
was a temple of Demeter. Crossing the
Borysthenes to its eastern bank, near the
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course of Achilles, lies the woody district
called Hylsea, which is full of trees, and
watered by the river Panticapes. This
tract is that part of the steppe between
the Dnieper and the Sea of Azoff, which
the Nogai Tartars called Gambogluk.
The Georgi, or Agriculturists, were named
Borysthenitse by the Olbiopolitse Greeks,
settled on the Hypanis (Bog), but called
themselves Obliopolitse. They occupied
the country above Hylsea, and extended
three days' journey eastward, as far as
the river Panticapes, and eleven days
northward along the Borysthenes (or
Dnieper). According to their own ac-
count, they were descended from the
Milesians; and we learn that their city
had walls, and gates, and a town, together
with suburbs outside the walls. Here
also the Scythian king Scylas built a
large and magnificent palace, surrounded
by griffins and sphinxes made of white
marble ; but the building was struck by
lightning, and burnt down. Beyond the
country of the Georgi was a desert."
This extract, dry in itself, but in-
teresting as relating to the liman of
the Dnieper, now connected with the
history of England, is a good specimen
of the accurate and circumstantial
character of the book. But all is not
so dry : as we go on, we come to an
interesting controversy as to whether
the Phoenicians sent by Pharaoh Necho
did really go round Africa, and came
back through the Pillars of Hercules.
Herodotus gives the following simple
and straightforward account of the
voyage : —
" The Phoenicians, setting out from the
Erythraean ( Red Sea ) , navigated the
Southern Sea. When autumn came, they
sowed the land at whatever part of Libya
they happened to be sailing, and waited
for the harvest ; then, haying reaped the
corn, they put to sea again. Two years
thus passed away. At length, in the third
year of their voyage,having sailed through
the Pillars of Hercules, they arrived in
Egypt, and related what does not seem
credible to me, but which may be believed
by others, that as they sailed round Lib-
ya, they had the sun on their right
hand." "
This passage is one of those which
gives the most pleasing evidence of
Herodotus's honesty, and proves the
truth of the story of the Phoenicians,
by what Paley calls, as applied to
Holy Writ, an undesigned coincidence.
Those who had passed the equatorial
line would naturally have the sun on
their right in going round from east to
west. The very incredulity of Hero-
dotus as to the phenomenon proves its
truth. It was a thing so simple, yet
so extraordinary, that it was not likely
to be invented. Had not Herodotus's
modesty been stronger than his incre-
dulity, the best part of the story would
have been lost.
Another such instance in Herodotus's
favour was the fact, that among three
theories which he gave with regard to
the overflowings of the Nile, he gave
the right one without knowing it to be
so, but in fact setting it aside as erro-
neous. This theory supposed the in-
undations of the Nile to result from
the melting of the snow, or from heavy
rains in the highlands of Ethiopia;
and Herodotus sets it aside by the
consideration of the fact, supposed
universally admitted, that in those
southern regions the heat was far too
great to admit of the existence of
snow. The theory that he brings for-
ward as the right one is clumsily un-
scientific, and yet does credit to his
ingenuity ; while the other, the right
one, that he mentions and discards,
proves his fidelity as a narrator, as
well as his anxiety to get at the real
truth. In the department of Egypt,
Mr Wheeler is peculiarly rich and
felicitous as an illustrator. He takes
full advantage of modern discoveries
with regard to the pyramids, and the
other mysterious monuments of the
Nile. It is worth while to bear in
mind the following facts, obtained by
the examinations of Lepsius : —
" At the commencement of each reign
the rock-chamber destined for the mo-
narch's grave was excavated, and one
course of masonry erected above it. If
the king died in the first year of his reign,
a casing was put upon it, and a pyramid
formed. But if the king did not die, an-
other course of stone was added above,
and two of the same height and thickness
on each side. Thus in process of time the
building assumed the form of a series of
regular steps, which, on the death of a
monarch, were cased over with limestone
or granite. The different sizes in the
pyramids is therefore to be accounted for,
by the difference in the duration of the
several reigns ; and the length of a reign
might be ascertained, if it were possible
to learn the number of courses over the
internal rock-chamber in which the mo-
narch himself was deposited."
Thus it seems that the length of an
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Egyptian king's reign may be dis-
covered by the layers of his tomb-
stone, just as a farmer knows a cow's
age by the rings on her horns, or a
botanist a tree's growth by the circles
of woody fibre in a section. This
passage is sufficient to show that Mr
Wheeler's work, although chiefly valu-
able as a book of reference, is far
from being a mere dictionary of names,
dates, and facts.
It is somewhat more difficult to
describe the character of the more
popular work, entitled the Life and
Travels of Herodotus. To the pro-
found scholar it would perhaps be
superfluous, as it consists of the actual
History of Herodotus, or at least the
most entertaining part of it, together
with the outlines of the Geography so
&bly treated of in the before-men-
tioned volume, strung upon an imagi-
nary life, which we cannot help think-
ing the weakest part of the entire
work, and whose evident subordina-
tion to the other parts seems almost
to take away all excuse for its exist-
ence. The life of Herodotus, as nar-
rated by Mr Wheeler, is prosaic and
uninteresting. Herodotus, as hero,
cannot do everything well, as a hero
of romance should. He is beaten by
a bully, who provokes him at Sparta ;
and though he falls in love more than
once or twice, and once at first sight,
he falls but waist-deep, not over head
.and ears, as a legitimate novel-hero
-ought to do. At last he marries most
dutifully, and in a most matter-of-fact
.manner, a lady who has been destined
for him by his and her parents from
childhood ; and the tale concludes with
a smooth course of undramatic hap-
piness by means of a second marriage,
when the historian had migrated to
Thurii, in Italy, undertaken at the dis-
creet age of forty-five, and with a lady
young enough for his daughter. Not-
withstanding these objections — chiefly
made, we must own, in deference to
conventional notions of what fiction
ought to be — we must allow that to
.the general reader the Life and Travels
.of Herodotus will open a wide and
novel field of information, especially
interesting at present, as the scene is
laid precisely where the mightiest
events of this century are being
evolved. Asia Minor, Greece, Tur-
key, the Crimea, Egypt, Russia, the
of Herodotus. [Dec.
Danubian Principalities, — these are
now, whatever they may have been a
short time since, the spots of greatest
attraction to all who are directly or
indirectly interested in the present
mighty struggle; and these are pre-
cisely those places which formed the
scenes of Herodotus's travels, and the
materials of his most elaborate de-
scriptions, both topographical and his-
torical. These volumes might justly
be reckoned indispensable to a com-
plete library of the war ; and in fact
any one who would wish to read up
the subject conscientiously from be-
ginning to end, would look to them
for its rudiments, and not lay them
aside till he had conned them well,
and got by heart the principal facts
presented in them.
With regard to countries about the
Crimea itself, the focus of present in-
terest, there is rich and abundant in-
formation in the course of this narra-
tive. The Scythians of the time of
Herodotus seem to have been much
the same people as to manners and
customs as the Cossacks of the Don
are now. Their great principle of
waging war, running away, seems to
have been precisely the same. One of
the most interesting parts of Herodo-
tus's account of Scythia is the fruitless
expedition of Darius Hystaspes into
the unknown wild inhabited by its
savage race, which resulted in much
the same way as that of Napoleon the
First in our own century. The Scyth-
ians retired before the Grand Army
till it was out of provisions, and then
harassed its retreat till it was brought
to the brink of despair by an insult-
ing message, delivered in the symbolic
manner of the East. The Scythian
herald brought a bird, a mouse, a frog,
and five arrows, which, being inter-
preted, signified, " Unless, O Persians !
ye become birds, and fly into the air,
or mice, and hide in the earth, or
frogs, and leap into the sea, you shall
never return home, but be stricken
with these arrows." Darius, it is well
known, made good his retreat, and
put the Danube between himself and
the rough-riders of the wilderness ;
but he left at least as large a portion
of his army behind him as that which
Napoleon sacrificed in the Moscow
retreat. The curiosity of Herodotus
seems to have been especially stimu-
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lated as to the nations who inhabited
these regions, and the kind of trade
that was carried on between the Greek
settlement of Olbia (another Porto-
Rico), occupying a site near those of
Kherson and Nicolaieff, and the in-
terior.
" On the west of Scythia, and in the
country now called Transylvania, lived a
people named Agathyrii, who wore a pro-
fusion of gold on their persons, which they
seem to have obtained from the Carpa-
thian mountains. Poland was at that
time inhabited by a people called the
.TSTeuri, of whom every man was said to
become a wolf for a few days once every
year, and then to reassume his former
shape. . . . Herodotus was induced, by
the prevalent notions of the time, to fancy
that the people were magicians ; but the
origin of the story ought, perhaps, to be
looked for in the peculiar character which
mania would be likely to assume in a po-
pulation living among forests, and accus-
tomed to hear the howling of wolves at
night."
Mr Wheeler might have mentioned,
that a similar superstition has pre-
vailed, from the earliest times, among
the people of Scandinavia, Germany,
and the conterminous countries, and
has hardly ceased to exist even now.
" The Russian governments to the
north of Scythia were inhabited by
people of Scythian or Tartar origin,
but whose habits were still more un-
civilised than their neighbours. Some
were named Androphagi, because they
were cannibals, and others were nam-
ed Melanchlaeni, because they wore
black garments." It is difficult what
to make of these tribes, unless we may
suppose the former name to have ori-
ginated in the fondness of northern
tribes for all sorts of flesh, and the
latter from their being dressed in dark
sheep- skins in preference to light.
" Eastward of Scythia and the river
Don lived the Sauromatse, in the re-
gion which now includes part of the
country of the Don Cossacks, and part
of the province of Astracan." The
fabulous origin of these Sauromatse is
related at length. They were the
offspring of Scyth.ians and Amazons,
who met to fight, but ended with one
hostile army marrying the other.
With what we know about the female
army of the king of Dahomey, we
should pause before we utterly reject
the possibility of the existence of
Amazons. The Amazons were ori-
ginally inhabitants of the Caucasus,
and it is just possible that the Sauro-
mata3 may have been a tribe newly
arrived from the Caucasus, who en-
tered into amicable relations with the
original Scythians, and whose wives
were distinguished by manlike tastes
and pursuits. What we are told of
the habits of these Sauromatse accords
with what is said of the Calmncks in
Dr Clarke's Travels in Russia.
" Calmuck women ride better than the
men. A male Calmuck on horseback
looks as if he were intoxicated, and likely
to fall off every instant, though he never
loses his seat ; but the women sit with
more ease, and ride with extraordinary
skill. The ceremony of marriage among
the Calmucks is performed on horseback.
A girl is first mounted, who rides off at
full speed. Her lover pursues ; and, if he
overtakes her, she becomes his wife, re-
turning with him to his tent. But it
sometimes happens that the woman does
not wish to marry the person by whom
she is pursued, in which case she will not
suffer him to overtake her ; and we were
assured that no instance occurs of a Cal-
muck girl being thus caught, unless she
has a partiality for her pursuer."
" Southward of the Sauromataj were
the savage tribes inhabiting the Cau-
casus, between the Black Sea and the
Caspian. They wore woollen gar-
ments, and had a curious way of
painting figures on their dress with a
dye which they made from the leaves
of certain trees, and which would
never wash out." We should be cu-
rious to know if any such customs still
exist among the Circassians or their
congeners who inhabit these regions.
u Northward of the Sauromatse were
a great and numerous people called
Budini and Geloni, whose country ex-
tended from the river Don to the river
Volga."
The commerce of Olbia, it seems,
passed by a caravan route through
all these wild peoples over the Ural
Mountains and the Kirghiz steppe,,
even as far as the Altai chain and Si-
beria. Gold seems to have been most
abundant in those parts, and easily
procurable in exchange for articles
common elsewhere. It is mentioned
that the caravans passed first through
the Budini, who are a people with
blue eyes and red hair. From this we
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gather that they were not of Mongolian
but of Indo- Germanic origin, and
may have been an offshoot of the great
Sclavonic family. The Geloni ap-
peared to have been originally a co-
lony of Greeks, who had become bar-
barised by intercourse with the tribes
among whom they settled. When the
caravan got to the Ural Mountains, it
fell in with two sporting tribes called
the Thyssagitae and Jyrcse. The latter
used to hunt in a peculiar fashion.
The sportsman got up in a tree with
his bow and arrows ; if he saw any
game pass, he shot at it, but if he miss-
ed or did not kill, he had a horse
and dog in waiting below, to pursue
and make sure of it. The Argippsei,
the modern Calmucks, occupied part
of the great steppe. Herodotus was
told that this was a flat-nosed and
large-chinned people, bald from birth.
The former are well-known Mongolian
characteristics ; the natural baldness
must have been a mistake occasioned
by the custom of shaving the head,
still practised among many of these
nations. What Herodotus says as to
these people living on a fruit called
Ponticon, exactly tallies as to what is
told by modern travellers about the
bird's-eye cherry which is still eaten
by the Calmucks. There is a passage
here which the Peace Society are wel-
come to make the best of as a basis for
argument: —
'* Each man dwelt under a tree,
over which, in the winter time, he
spread a thick white covering of felt
cloth. The whole tribe was account-
ed sacred ; its members possessed no
implements of war, but yet no one
even attempted to do them any injury.
They arbitrated on the disputes of
neighbouring nations, and whoever
took refuge amongst them had nothing
to fear." Mr Wheeler adds, " that the
peace-makers were most probably
Calmuck priests." We cannot but
think that the moral courage of these
people, if truly told, was to their cre-
dit, when we read of the peculiar
tastes of the Issedones, a people who
dwelt to the east of them. These Is-
sedones had the singular custom, when
a man's father died, of calling all his
relations together, and when they had
slain a sufficient number of small cattle,
mincing them up with the deceased
parent, and serving the whole mess
[Dec.
up for dinner. This paterophagy, as
we may call it, as an aggravated form,
of cannibalism, is elsewhere ascribed
by Herodotus to the Callatian Indi-
ans, who held it a religious obligation,
and when asked by Darius Hystaspes,
who wished to prove the convention-
ality of right and wrong, what they
would take to give up the practice of
eating their fathers, told him to hold
his tongue, if he could not make a
proposition of a more decent kind. We
cannot help thinking that there is a
connection in these cases with the
practice of exposing aged parents, or
sacrificing them to the gods, existing
until lately, if not now, among the
natives of India, rumours of which
must have given rise to exaggeration
in the minds of the Greeks, a people
who regarded as the most sacred of
obligations the duty of the son to the
father, and found in it an excuse even
for the crime of Orestes.
Notwithstanding this discrepancy
from Greek usage, it was evident that
the Issedones intended a compliment to
the deceased by this practice, for they
used to have the skull cleaned and
gilt, and preserved it as a religious
object, sacrificing to it annually ; and
in this latter observance they resem-
bled the Greeks. Southward of this
singular people were the Massagetse, a
warlike tribe, who had conquered the
Scythians in those parts. It was in.
an expedition against this people that
the great Cyrus was killed, and insult-
ed after his death by having molten
gold poured down his throat. It is un-
certain how far the travels of Herodotus
extended in these directions ; proba-
bly he only reached the city of Olbia;
but he kept his ears open, and ga-
thered information from a variety
of sources. For instance, it was told
him that northward of the Argippaji
were people having goats' feet, by which
was evidently meant that they wore
buskins of skins to shield their legs
from the cold ; and northward of
them again were people who slept six
months at a time. By these were,
of course, indicated the people of the
extreme north, whose night as well
as their day may be said to last six
months. Travellers in Finmark dur-
ing the summer have remarked that,
at whatever hour of the night they
arrived at a house, they generally
1855.]
found the people wide awake and
about, so that it would seem that they
really do sleep more in the winter to
make up for their wakefulness during
summer. The Arimaspi were another
curious nation, who had but one eye
each, but that eye powerfully awake
to their own interests ; for there were
certain gold-diggings in their neigh-
bourhood which, as a security against
depredations, were incessantly guard-
ed by griffins. Beyond all these
strange creatures dwelt the Hyperbo-
reans in a clime of peace and blessed-
ness, a righteous and happy people,
who lived lives of extraordinary
length, and were in every respect per-
fect, but whom, though they were
generally believed in by the ancients,
no one appears to have known per-
sonally. It is strange that, even in
modern days, arctic navigators have
dreamed of some happy land like this
within the icy barrier of the polar
circle; and it was even surmised
before the ghastly truth xcame out,
that poor Franklin and his companions
might have penetrated thither. From
his investigations in these dismal re-
gions, Herodotus, according to Mr
Wheeler, made the best of his way to
Athens, happy, no doubt, to be once
more in civilised society.
In his description of the sojourn of
the historian at Athens, Mr Wheeler
grows eloquent, and is very felicitous
in his descriptions. He takes the
opportunity of describing the repre-
sentation of the Oresteian tetralogy of .
-dEschylus, and the several great festi-
vals of the Athenian people ; he does
full justice to Athenian art as it exist-
ed in the palmy days of Pericles, and
a little before his time ; and he relates
circumstantially, and with all the aids
that modern researches have given,
those eternal glories of Greece gained
in war against the Persian, which
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have been used ever since as an un-
surpassable standard of comparison in
taking the measure of human achieve-
ment. Let us never forget that old
Herodotus is their peculiar chronicler.
The struggle of Athens and Sparta,
related by Thucydides and Xenophon,
had something about it of the un-
healthy and fratricidal character of
our own wars of the Rebellion, or the
horrible street-fights of Paris ; and
just as historians have shown a mor-
bid propensity to dwell on the inci-
dents of the first French Revolution,
have they revelled in the seditions of
Corey ra, and in the intestine strife of
embittered Grecian parties; for the
war between Athens and Sparta was,
in fact, nothing more than a war of
political parties. The great grand
struggle against Persia is one of those
holy wars waged rather by gods than
by men or demons, where generous
heroism may see the private friend in
the public enemy, rather than the
public enemy in the private friend.
When England speaks of Trafalgar,
Waterloo, Inkermann — when France
speaks of Austerlitz, Marengo, Boro-
dino— when Germany thinks on the
days of Culm and Leipsic, and now
peaceful Switzerland on the elder days
of Sempach and Morgarten,— it is
ever with Marathon, Salamis, Ther-
mopylae, that these thrilling names
are compared ; and never should it be
forgotten that for the perpetuation
of these names the world is chiefly
indebted to Herodotus of Halicar-
nassus. Let us have mercy on the
poor Greeks, now the dupes and tools
of Russia ; and even yet, if we can,
recover from political abasement the
degenerate and prodigal sons who
still bear the features, speak the lan-
guage, and are baptised by the very
names of their heroic and immortal
progenitors !
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Modern Light Literature — Art.
[Dee,
MODERN LIGHT LITERATURE — ART.
THE art of criticism is essentially
an art of fault-finding. We speak of
the kindly, the genial, the candid
critic ; but, after all, there can be no
doubt that it is the man who picks
holes in all our coats who is most
likely to be notable in his generation
for the discriminating eye and acute
judgment necessary to the craft. " I
am nothing if not critical," says lago,
in that diabolical cold wisdom of his ;
and, after all, the true pith of your
popular commentator lies in the force
of his objections, and the vigour of
his condemnation. The " This will
never do," though it looks somewhat
foolish after the lapse of years which
establishes the poet, and unveils the
censor, is immensely effective and cap-
tivating at the time of its delivery ; and
if we have no private bias beforehand
towards the unfortunate subject under
operation, the chances are that we quite
enjoy the critic's superiority, and have
our quiet chuckle over his shoulder
with most complacent and satisfac-
tory glee. It is only very bad abuse,
indeed, which rouses a reactionary
generosity in the general audience —
very bad abuse, or abuse very invete-
rate and continuous — as when the
Times, the most eminent of modern
pugilists, not content with once
44 walking into " its victim, returns
again and again to the exhausted
subject, and " hews him down in
pieces sma'," with a virulence which
transfers all our sympathy to the
sufferer. In ordinary cases — let the
public confess its weakness — we like
the crash and the dust of genuine
demolishment, and rub our hands
with Dr Johnson, when Mrs Mon-
tagu comes visiting, and cry — " Down
with her, little Burney ! — have her
down ! "
But even in books there is no such
scope for authoritative denunciation
as we find in the more tangible pro-
ductions of art. Supereminent lite-
rary powers have a wonderful advan-
tage over supereminent powers of
any other class. Your Burns, who
does not know what study means,
bursts in a moment in glorious triumph
over all the learned heads of all the
mellifluous singers who have studied
the Ars Poetica for a life-long, and
ought to know all about the divine
craft a thousand times better than he.
But your young Raphael, though his
imagination flashes as brightly with
all the lights and shades of heaven,
and all the combinations of inspired
unconscious genius, has an inevitable
apprenticeship before him, ere he can
produce to our eyes the superb visions
which haunt and charm his own ; and
even the spectator requires an addi-
tional and peculiar education before
he can fitly appreciate and enjoy the
poems of the painter — so at least say
all the connoisseurs : and though it
seems a paradox when we think of it,
and somewhat hard to comprehend
why the more palpable art should re-
quire the greater interpretation, yet
so the universal assent allows it to be.
44 1 am no judge," says the modest
bystander, diffidently lingering before
some great canvass; and iii comes
the bustling critic, who is a judge,.
and demeans himself accordingly.
Alas, poor painter! for you are a
great deal safer in the hand of the
common people — the natural eye, and
the kindly understanding — than under
the inspection of the connoisseur.
Yes, the worker in words has fewer
difficulties to contend with than have
his brethren in the realm and region
of high art : language is a living ma-
terial; it is not easy for the dullest
workman to take action and meaning
altogether out of it; and to make
words breathe and thoughts burn is
much less hard as an actual operation
than to confer the same magical
existence upon the dull blank of can-
vass or the shapeless mass of marble
which is no inherent quality of life.
And the writer, it is true, describes
his scene, but there he leaves it, a
vivid bright suggestion which leaps
into reality by means of our own ap-
prehension, and has a different look
to almost every intelligent eye, —
whereas the unfortunate artist, who
is not permitted to suggest but must
exhibit, lays himself open to a hun-
dred matter-of-fact censures, besides
those transcendental and ethereal
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Modern Light Literature — Art.
ones which he shares with his poetic
brother. u Fancy alone is high fan-
tastical," says the greatest of all
authorities in such a matter ; and we
suppose that nothing really produced
and completed ever could fully satisfy
the restless imagination to which
u the dying fall," which was sweet as
the sweet south, becomes the next
moment " not so sweet now as it
was before."
The canons of criticism in art have
altered little since the days of that en-
lightened cognoscento, who instructed
Dr Primrose's wandering son in the
art of professional dilettantism ; and
it is amusing to take this gentleman's
two rules with ns into the field of
modern criticism, when they are
quite as universal and considerably
more dogmatic than of old — "• the
one always to observe that the pic-
ture might have been better if the
painter had taken more pains ; " and
the other to praise the works of not
always Perngiuo certainly — it may
just as well be J. M. W. Turner —
but of somebody super-excellent and
pre-eminent above everybody else.
Therefore, oh budding critic, choose
your man ! the widest license is per-
mitted you in this field of opinion ;
and though, if we were to hazard a
modest word of advice, we would
counsel you to choose either an ac-
knowledged great artist, or an entirely
unknown one, yet you are left to the
most perfect freedom, and have all
the world of the studio before you
in which to select your unconscious
hero. A great man has his advan-
tages, because the greatest exaggera-
tion can never make praise of him
quite ridiculous ; but, to tell the
truth, our own conviction is entirely
in favour of the other — the unknown
genius — who is almost as good for all
purposes of comparison as a man of
straw. Name him boldly, worship him
without terror, nobody can contradict
you, because nobody knows. This sim-
ple expedient puts you at once out of
the reach of answer arid argument;, for
what are all the Raphaels and Michael
Angelos ? — mere realities, known to
all the world, compared with your
private reserve of individual genius —
your own John Smith, whom nobody
knows but you? But however your
choice may be exercised, we adjure
703
you, leader of the popular under-
standing, do not omit to make one.
Whatever you do, choose your man !
To discuss our modern critics of
art, and not to discuss Mr Ruskin,
would be an impossibility ; and the
man who has so distinctly set his
mark upon one branch of literature
is no contemptible antagonist. We
paused as we were about to ring a
modest challenge upon the champion's
buckler. Did not Mr Ruskin warn
Maga once upon a time of some
mysterious horror of reprisals, what
time a better knight than we un-
horsed the Oxford graduate from his
earliest saddle ? " Let Maga be-
ware," said Mr Ruskin; but Maga,
incautious amazon! has not been
wary. Do you think, upon your
conscience, gentle reader, that he will
do it this time, and kill us out and
out ? For great as is our ambition to
measure swords with so redoubtable
a fighter, we would not do anything
matricidal ; far be it from us to accele-
rate our kindly mother's fate — and if
it is your serious opinion. But no,
Mr Ruskin is human— would not find
it in his heart, despite a hundred
flying arrows, to bring this sublimely
indefinite doom upon the time-hon-
oured head of Maga. Though it is
noble to have a giant's strength, he
knows how tyrannous it is to use it
like a giant, so we take heart and
breathe again. Mr Ruskin will be
merciful ; he will not annihilate us
this time ; and hilarious in restored
confidence, we proceed.
This great critic is one of those un-
fortunate people whose "mission" is
to prove every other man a blunderer
or a fool — an ungracious office, for few
of us have the virtue of Dogberry ;
and, moreover, in many respects a
self- debasing office, being the direct
opposite of that sweet-hearted and
genial policy which " esteems every
man better than himself." Mr Ruskin
is neither first nor greatest in this
species of philosophy, but he is indivi-
dual notwithstanding, and like him-
self. There is little resemblance, for
instance, between his denunciations
and those of Carlyle, an altogether
bigger personage, who knocks down
his opponents with just such an amount
of glee — of Titanic fun and extra-
vagance — as, sweeping, dogmatic^
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and unreasonable though it may be,
takes malice out of the thundering
roll of invective, which the utterer
himself has more pleasure in for its
power of big words and grotesque
appellation, than for any ill-nature
against its objects. Very different is
the author of the Notes on the last Ex-
hibition of the Royal Academy, which
is about the sourest morsel of criticism
we have ever looked into. Mr Ruskin
utters his censures with a shrewish
pertinacity in which there is no enjoy-
ment. They are bad, to judge him
by his own standards, for he has no
pleasure in them. There is no twinkle
in his eye, no roll in his speech, no-
thing of the dash and sparkle, the
impetuous gleeful impulse of demolish-
ment, which makes vituperation al-
most an excusable, as it certainly is
an exciting pastime. He is not bitter
always, but he is always sour — a more
ignoble quality. His own temper is on
edge — his mind is galled — and we turn
with wonder from those descriptive
pictures of his which, in their pic-
turesque flow and fulness, we venture
to call almost unrivalled, to the shrill
high scoldings of his denunciation, the
spiteful tone and unkindly spirit which
seem to work full as great harm upon
the critic's own mind and judgment as
upon the workers whom he attacks
and overthrows.
Notwithstanding, MrRuskin's claims
to be considered among the foremost of
our modern writers upon art are indis-
putable. He has made a very ela-
borate theory of the laws and princi-
ples of painting ; he has slain outright
the greater number of people, ex-
cepting wholly only Turner and various
members of the water-colour society,
who have for a thousand years or so
practised the same. He has written
sundry books, full of detached passages
of the most remarkable eloquence, and
is himself a landscape-painter (in
words) of singular power. Also hav-
ing "settled" the most important
branch of art, he has turned his
thoughts to architecture, and is now
a living and leading authority in that
revived and rising and most talkative
province of art. You say he has
done nothing — critics seldom do any-
thing, our good friend — but hush ! let
as take heed to what we say. Has it
not been intimated to the world, in
terms befitting the solemnity of the
occasion, that " a house is about to
be erected, from the designs of Mr
Ruskin, assisted by an architect?"
Oh, hapless architect ! unfortunate,
deluded, predestined victim ! if this
wonderful erection turns out a failure,
who, think you, will bear the blame ?
Theories of painting, and criticisms
upon pictures, are two things widely
different, and it is not our vocation to
discuss the science of the laws of art.
Mr Ruskin's theory, moreover, has
attained to years ; and Modern Paint-
ers, buried under libraries of later
books, no longer lies upon anybody's
operating table, but has subsided into
its appropriate shelf like any other
harmless volume, and shakes the
world no more. Yet we cannot but
pause a moment to note that most
injurious wile of Mr Ruskin's, by
which he furtively supplies himself
with a weapon under pretence of ex-
pounding a principle. You would not
suspect it — the manoeuvre is accom-
plished so skilfully ; but wait till he
has occasion for it, and you will find
out what a serviceable little stiletto
this is which our critic has hidden,
in his sleeve. Mr Ruskin is expound-
ing and classifying the ideas which
we receive from works of art; and
second and third upon his roll he en-
ters " Ideas of Imitation," and " Ideas
of Truth." We want no learned dis-
sertation to convince us that" Truth 13
the one unfailing necessity of poem
alike and picture. The fact is at
once indisputable and undisputed.
But what is imitation ? Is it a se-
condary and ministering faculty, by
which our human weakness constrains
the loftierTruth to express her message1?
or is it a falsehood and pretence — a
thing, and not a power ? Mr Ruskin
gives an elaborate chapter to the
settlement of this question, but never
seems for a moment to contemplate
anything but the thing — an Imita-
tion, which of its nature and essence
is a cheat and delusion, and has no-
thing to do with art.
We assent to every word, so long as
it confines itself to the false tooth or
the waxen apple, — nay, we might
even stretch so far as to take in the
glittering beauffel of Messrs Elking-
ton, resplendent with salvers and
flagons which are not silver, though
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nobody knows the difference. These
are imitations, shams, counterfeits
— things which profess to be what
they are not. But it is a mere juggle
of words to confound the imitative
faculty with the imitated thing, and,
like all disingenuous arguments, is
very like to deceive the unwary. We
will let Mr Kuskin explain for him-
self what an " idea of imitation "
is:—
"When ever any thing looks like what
it is not, the resemblance being so
great as nearly to deceive, we feel a
kind of pleasurable surprise — an
agreeable excitement of mind, exact-
ly the same in its nature as that
which we receive from juggling.
Whenever we perceive this in some-
thing produced by art — that is to say,
whenever the work is seen to resemble
something which we know it is not —
we receive what I call an idea of imi-
tation. Why such ideas are pleasing,
it would be out of our present
purpose to inquire ; we only know
that there is no man who does not
feel pleasure in his animal nature
from gentle surprise, and that such
surprise can be excited in no more
distinct manner than by the evidence
that a thing is not what it appears to
be. Now two things are requisite to
our complete and most pleasurable
perception of this : first, that the re-
semblance be so perfect as to amount
to a deception; secondly, that there
be some means of proving, at the same
moment, that it is a deception. The
most perfect ideas and pleasures of
imitation are, therefore, when one
sense is contradicted by another, both
bearing as positive evidence on the
subject as each is capable of alone ;
as when the eye says a thing is round,
and the finger says it is flat: they are,
therefore, nowhere more felt in so high
a degree as in painting, where appear-
ances of projection, roughness, hair,
velvet, &c., are given with a smooth
surface, or in wax- work, where the
first evidence of the senses is per-
petually contradicted by their expe-
rience Ideas of imita-
tion, then, act by producing the simple
pleasure of surprise, and that not of
surprise in its higher sense and func-
tion, but of the mean and paltry sur-
prise which is felt in juggling. These
ideas and pleasures are the most
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contemptible which can be derived
from art."
We bethink us of the painted per-
spective at the end of a little strip of
garden, which Evelyn records as a
laudable and pleasant delusion. We
bethink us of the fly which Holbein,
with wicked wit, painted upon the
nose of that portrait, which the poor
painter had charged his disguised
serving-man to guard from insect in-
vasions. Very true, but what then
was "Titian's flesh-tint," which Mr
Ruskin has just instanced as an ex-
ample of that power which constitutes
excellence? "Whatever can excite
in the mind the conception of certain
facts, can give ideas of truth, though
it be in no degree the imitation or re-
semblance of those facts," says Mr
Kuskin ; but the tints of the veriest
dauber who ever attempted a portrait,
convey a conception to the mind of
the fact of flesh such as it is, in one
way or another. Are we to accept
Mr John Smith's suggestion that his
sitter, being human, has flesh and a
complexion as an idea of truth, and
reject, as an idea of imitation, the
flesh-tint of Titian, which certainly
most closely "resembles something
which we know it is not ? " For our
own part, we see no way of escaping
from this logical necessity. But Mr
Ruskin emancipates himself after the
cleverest and skilfullest fashion : all
this time, indeed, while he has been
talking so plausibly, and while we
have been puzzling our perplexed
brains how we are to get out of the
dilemma, our critic is quietly arming
himself for the campaign upon which
he is about to enter. He looks bravely
in your face all the time, most honest
and unsuspicious reader, but, notwith-
standing, he has managed to slip the
wicked weapon up his sleeve ; and
when you come to see him in full
career against artistical honours and
reputations, you will find out the
value of these two sets of principles,
and their newly-established antagon-
ism. The knot of difficulty is cut in
the most expeditious manner possible.
When Mr Ruskin dislikes a picture,
he calls all its truthfulness, Imitation
—when it has the wonderful good
fortune to please him, he receives all
its imitation as Truth.
Now it is not our business to set up
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our theory in opposition to the theory of
Mr Ruskin — far be such a presump-
tion from our intent ; we are of the
public, we are not of the connoisseurs,
and have even, we humbly confess
it, no manner of right to prick into
this field where a better cavalier than
we has been wont to bear the banner
of Maga, and cry her war-cry. It is
not our vocation to discuss the prin-
ciples of art : we have to deal with —
not the science of the beautiful, but —
oh infinite distinction ! — the candour
and consistency of the critic. To
pur own humble thinking, imitation
in.the craft of painting is an attend-
ant geni to the nobler master-spirit,
Truth. This art, whose vocation it is
to hold the mirror up to nature, must
do something more than convey to
our minds a " conception of certain
facts "—hieroglyphics would do that ;
nay, that first primitive symbol of
a human figure which adorns our
doorpost, in the energetic chalk of
some passing errand-boy, conveys a
most indubitable conception of such
certain facts as arms and legs, and
even fingers, to the inquiring mind :
but art has a somewhat wider field of
occupation, to the common belief, and
has rather more expected at her
hands. To affirm that Truth is true,
and imitation is false, answers very
well for a saying, and it is an admi-
rable expedient in criticism to con-
trast the two, and place them in
antagonism ; but this is just one of
those axioms which must land in
hopeless perplexity every unbiassed
and candid looker-on. Mr Buskin
specifies one picture in the last Aca-
demy as truly and as very great — the
"Rescue" of Mr Millais. Let us take
for granted the truth of this remark-
able production. It has a wonderful
balance and contrast of human emo-
tions in it, with which imitation has
nothing to do ; and it may very well
chance that many a spectator, silenced
by the first glance of that passion and
agony of joy which is its principal
inspiration, is glad to pause a moment
upon the accessories of the scene.
That carpet on the burning stair — a
carpet-dealer could "match" it for
you, and tell you how much a yard it
was ; and there is not a young-lady
critic in the crowd who could not
vouch for the authenticity of those
[Dec,
bits of embroidered work in the
crimsoned sleeve of that dainty night-
dress. Are these matters of detail to
be dignified by the title of truths of
nature— or are they to be rejected
and condemned as miserable and
mean ideas of imitation, conveying
surprise to our animal nature and an
ignoble pleasure to our senses — the
same pleasure which we derive in a
higher degree from sleight-of-hand and
jugglery, the delight of being deceiv-
ed ? We do not see how Mr Ruskin,
believing and holding his own prin-
ciple, can refuse to go so far as this.
Had we space to consider the mat-
ter more closely, we would say that
delusion never can by possibility go
so far, in painting, as Mr Ruskin re-
presents— nay, that he himself has no-
faith in the marvellous falsehood of
imitation which he describes to us.
He himself says : "M. de Marmontel,
going into a connoisseur's gallery,
pretends to mistake a fine Berghem
for a window ;" — pretends, but of
course every one knows exactly what
amount of reality there is in this pic-
ture, and what a pure physical im-
possibility it is that the fine Berghem
could deceive any one into more than
the common hyperbole of intended
compliment. A better story than this
is the well-known anecdote of Philip
of Spain, who, suddenly coming upon
a portrait, in the studio of Velasquez,
of an admiral, then on the high seas,
angrily addressed the picture, de-
manding of the imaginary hero why
he was not gone ? Does Mr Ruskin
think this was an insult to the painter,
or that it brought Velasquez down to
the level of Madame Tussaud ? But
the best story of all, and most for the-
critic's purpose, is that which records-
the trick of the well-known Monsieur
Violet, who delighted to paint a fire-
place and blazing fire upon the shin-
ing board, and delighted still more
when the deluded stranger opened out
his hands and warmed his fingers at
the fictitious glow. We hand this-
last instance cheerfully over to Mr
Ruskin. This piece of humbug and
practical joking was an imitation, and
doubtless done by means of paints-
and brushes, the common tools of
art ; but we leave our readers to de-
cide in what degree the fine Berghem
or the living Velasquez resembled*
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this real sleight-of-hand ; — about as
much perhaps as the glass jar, made
into sham Dresden or Sevres by the
noble art of potichomania, resembles
the morsel of antique china introduced
into the corner of a picture by some
painter who has chosen his scene in
the " Popish " period, and whose
Belinda or Lady Mary would not have
known her own sanctum, had its
favourite idol been omitted, or repre-
sented by the mere blotch upon the
canvass, which would *' convey a
conception of the fact" of its exist-
ence to the mind of the looker-on.
No: this imitative faculty, in its
true use and exercise, is no ignoble
trickster, but a faithful and favourite
vassal of its superior, Truth ; or let us
say, which is equally true, that it is
an inevitable condition of the huma-
nity of art. We are all servants, the
greatest of us, and that man is not
the noblest who exaggerates most the
conditions under which he is per-
mitted to possess the grand gifts of
life and hope; nor is it well to say
that any special curb is mean or con-
temptible. This piece of bondage, if
bondage it be, is but the golden collar
about the neck of the favourite thrall
of nature ; it is. the standing confes-
sion of servitude, the declaration of
humility which becomes a man, pri-
vileged indeed to create, after a hu-
man fashion, but not to place his
works upon equality with those of
the Divine Creator, the Author of a
vaster landscape, the Poet of a sub-
limer strain. When Art becomes the
master even of material nature, the
bonds of this condition may be broken ;
but meantime Art is but the servant,
honoured and glorified by a trans-
mitted lustre, and the great compen-
sation of Providence has made the
sign of her servitude an instrument
of her true and real power.
We have lingered too long upon
this piece of critic- craft, in which,
indeed, with a great show of origin-
ality and metaphysical discrimination,
Mr Ruskin has wrapped up a very
ancient and commonplace truism,
which we may admit as a truth, —
namely, that the means, laboriously
pursued for its own sake, and dignified
by no greater object, is extremely
like to fall into mere manual dex-
terity, and always is more or less
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contemptible ; but we venture to
think that most minds worthy of con-
sultation will agree with us, that the
same means becomes noble when cul-
tivated in the lawful and faithful pur-
suance of a great end. The perfec-
tion of texture in a satin gown, or a
suit of armour, or even the marvel-
lous reality of the soldier's coat and
the fireman's boots, in the works of
Mr Millais, is of itself a very poor
result of art and labour ; but it ceases
to be poor when it comes to be only a
secondary bit of excellence, contri-
buting to the general perfection of
an admirable portrait or a noble scene.
We cannot follow Mr Ruskin while
he runs his fierce career through all
the eminences of art. He is brave, but
his bravery is not magnanimous ; there
is nothing in it of that heroic pride
which would rather measure swords
with Dunois than triumph over a less
redoubtable champion. Not that our
critic is afraid, for fear is not in him,
but he has no understanding of
" That stern joy which warriors feel
In foemen worthy of their steel."
True, he challenges the greatest name
without pause or diffidence ; but so
far from showing a generous satisfac-
tion in the greatness of the name he
has challenged, he sets to, with spite-
ful depreciation, to convince you that,
after all, there is no credit in his own
enterprise,seeingthattheClaude,orthe
Poussin, or the Domenichino, is mean,
debased, and ignoble, to begin with,
and scarcely worth an honest man's
while. Had Mr Ruskin been with
Lars Porsena when " brave Horatius
kept the bridge," he could not have
comprehended why " even the Tus-
can chivalry could scarce forbear
a cheer." Our critic would have
straightway lectured these gener-
ous men-at-arms — pointed out to
them some subtle precaution that
their fancied hero had taken for his
own safety, or wondered how they
could suppose there was any real
danger in that shallow Tiber for the
noble Roman in his well-tried arms.
A noble foe is not in Mr Ruskin's way.
He has no true satisfaction in another
man's reputation, unless he himself
has had a hand in making it ; and
the reputation of his adversary he
assails enviously, and with a grudge,
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and never desires to know the mag- gentlemen — how soon they can make
nanimous delight of a passage of arms
with his superior, or even with his
equal. He never fights "for love,"
and has a disagreeable knack of find-
ing out the joints of his opponent's
armour, and the weak points of his
defence. Not very long ago the felicity
of listening to a course of lectures deli-
vered by Mr Ruskin was permit-
ted to ourselves. The subject was
abstruse and recondite in a high de-
gree, being no less than the art of
Illumination, as practised in the days
of leisure and medieval art. In
the course of his illustrations the
lecturer exhibited an outline drawing
of a figure bending a bow. It was
by no means a handsome figure ; and
as we perfectly understood that it was
intended we should laugh at it, we
did laugh, like a good auditory, dis-
posed to oblige our instructor. Then
Mr Ruskin called upon us to remark
those debased lines, the entire igno-
rance of grace, of nature, and of draw-
ing, exhibited in this unfortunate out-
line. What a mean soul the man
must have had who could have pro-
duced it, and how destitute of every
elevated feeling it was. This figure,
said the lecturer — and we perceived
we were coming to a grand climax —
this miserable instance of ignorance
and falsehood in art, was a faithful
transcript enlarged — so many dia-
meters, as the microscopists say — of
one of the figures in one of the most
famous landscapes of— Claude Lor-
raine ! Let anybody who knows the
nature of a schoolmaster's joke, and
the explosion which is certain to
follow it, imagine with what a soft
flutter of tittering the attendant ladies,
and with what a gust of laughter the
admiring young gentlemen, received
this piece of information — how de-
lighted we were to put down Claude,
and extinguish him for ever under our
applausive merriment, even as we re-
member once hearing a Cockney peda-
gogue and his audience put down and
extinguish Sir Walter, on the score of
his Scotticisms and confusion of shalls
and wills ! Unhappy Claude ! mis-
fortunate Sir Walter ! the Dominie,
with his boys and girls— the lecturer,
with his young ladies and his young
an end of you !
We believe it is a common enough
idea to imagine Mr Ruskin a great
authority and influence in art. We
cannot for a moment consent that he
is so. Mr Ruskin is a great writer ;
and if it pleased him to expatiate
upon smoky chimneys instead of
great pictures, we do not doubt for a
moment that he could charm us into
interest, and make grander "effects"
of smoke and flame, the fierce tricks
of the fire- spirit, and the picturesque
glimmers of the fireside light, than
anything yet achieved by Mr Millais.
Literary gifts so great and so attrac-
tive cannot fail to draw after any man
a great " following ; " but the majo-
rity of Mr Ruskin's admirers, to our
thinking, admire and throng after
him, notjfor, but despite of his prin-
ciples in art. Among artists, this man
who stands apart upon his own ama-
teur position, congratulating himself
on the freedom of his independent
standing-ground, and writing Notes
on the last Exhibition of the Royal
Academy, can never be either popu-
lar or useful ; and it is only the gene-
ral public, to whom art is unknown,
who can consent with patience to any
such general denunciation and over-
throw as is the use and wont of our
ungenial critic. But when we say
this, we say nothing against the real
reputation of Mr Ruskin, which, so
far as we are able to judge, is not
founded upon any real wisdom or in-
sight into the mysteries of art, but is
a pure issue of the powers of litera-
ture,—a tribute, not to able theories
or judicious investigation, or wise
criticism, but to a wealth of lan-
guage, and fulness of fancy— the gifts
of the great writer — seldom before
brought into vigorous exercise in this
separate field.
It is scarcely possible to make a
greater transition, or change our at-
mosphere more completely, than we
do in leaving the sublime pretences
of Mr Ruskin's philosophy to take up
the graceful volumes of Mrs Jame-
son.* The more eminent writer tells
us with a shrewish arrogance that he
has studied the subject all his life,
ami of course knows a great deal
* Sacred and Legendary Art. By Mrs JAMESON.
1855.]
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more about it, and is in a much better
position to judge than we. The lady,
on the contrary, without any brag of
her experience, quietly sets about the
benevolent business of making us as
well acquainted as herself with her
own particular field of art. Mrs
Jameson is content to divest herself
of her superiority, and give her au-
dience an opportunity of judging with
her ; and her work is painstaking and
laborious as well as elegant, and
adds to our practical acquaintance
with its subject. We have here no
great critic to deal with, but an ac-
complished observer, and lover of
art ; and the subject and period which
this writer makes choice of, sends us
back to consider pictures and paint-
ing as the grand instruments of an un-
learned age for general popular in-
struction— the plain handwriting, dis-
tinct and palpable, in which the great
events of the past were commemo-
rated, and the great mysteries of the
future symbolised. The change is
strange : so far from needing a priest-
hood of interpretation to find out the
cunning artist's meaning, and trans-
late his greatness to the vacant unin-
structed eye, the artist himself was
the interpreter in those strange old
days, making a bolder and more im-
pressive writing of his own to come
home, not to cognoscenti, but to the
simple understanding which compre-
hended a thing better than a word,
and found more meaning in a picture
than in all the explanations in the
world. Perhaps our superior edu-
cation makes it no longer either pos-
sible or desirable that Art should re-
tain its old position as the great
popular remembrancer, prompting
the general imagination to a clearer
grasp of the most momentous truths ;
but it is strange to find that from this
simple and noble position it should
have lapsed into the region of the
recondite, and that the same plain
people who once were its chief pupils,
should now be supposed too dull an
audience to profit by its teachings, or
to understand them. For our own
part, we have no confidence in any-
thing which is not for the common
people. The broad mass of humanity,
and the art which works for connois-
seurs, and confines its ambition to the
applause of the few, even though these
few are fame-makers and worthy of
their elevation, is not, in the fullest
sense of the word, great art. The old
religious masters of early painting
have this advantage over us, that
they take God's own grandest example,
and offer their best to enlighten the
common understanding, and move the
simple heart ; and we are tempted to
forget our Reformation terrors when
we perceive what wonderful pathetic
beauty, grandeur, and tenderness has
many a time come into the world
through some man's sincere desire to
represent , aright a Madonna, or a
Magdalene, or a warrior saint. In
these days we have no such debate-
able land of sainthood and martyr-
hood — no such charmed scope for
imagination, as among the visionary
or traditionary persons of the Romish
calendar ; and somehow it seems hard
to throw upon mere human history
the magic of that universal relation-
ship and sympathy which the un-
learned in the old times must have
found in the half-mythical legends of
the saints. This half- realised and
visionary region was a very El Dorado
of art.
Mrs Jameson's object in the three
handsome volumes which form this
series, has been to make us acquainted
with the illustrations (meaning there-
by, most courteous reader, not the
pretty woodcuts of Mr Birket Foster,
nor any productions of their class,
however admirable, but a succession
of the greatest works and most me-
morable names of art) of sacred his-
tory produced in Catholic times. It is
scarcely needful to distinguish between
those which are of real and Scriptural
events, and those which are pure
legend — for the strain of legend runs
back over the New Testament, and
intrudes itself among the Apostles,
and into the very presence of the
Lord, -without hesitation, so that a
tinge of human romance constantly
blends with the narrative, even where
the narrative itself is in reality Scrip-
tural. Mrs Jameson, though admir-
ably qualified in some respects, has
not, in other points as important, the
character of mind proper to such a
work as this. She has no touch of
genuine superstition in her — her mild
and mystical faith makes symbols of
everything, but takes nothing in its
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mere literal plainness for true ; and
however suitable this may be to the
St Catherines, Ursulas, and Christo-
phers, we stumble at the universal
symbolism when we come to hear of the
Eastern Magi paying their homage to
the divine Child and to His mother, as
glorified types of the infancy and
womanhood, the representatives of a
new rule of gentleness and mercy, be-
fore whose sweeter sovereignty the
old reign of force was to soften away.
This is perilous stuff, for there is no
scepticism like that of the mystic who
believes everything after his fashion,
and can find symbolical truths alike
in the fables of Olympus and in the
story of Christianity ; and even for
the mere effect of all this graceful
author's ready and fluent writing, a
bit of rougher faith here and there
would be a great desideratum, giving
herself a clearer insight, and her
readers a more substantial interest in
her tale. After all, what an inspira-
tion there is in genuine believing!
These old, stern, unlovely pictures of
the very early schools of art — what a
reality and force one sometimes feels
in the severe lines and formal arrange-
ment of works which seem wrung and
extorted out of the reluctant material,
compelled to express the primitive
artist's strong conviction or fervent
faith! Among the many beautiful
examples of more refined and advan-
ced art, it is at once touching and in-
structive to glance at the solemn Ma-
donnas and stern saints of those ear-
lier centuries, when the workman had
little comparative power over his im-
plements, and little conception of
what they might produce ; but found
inspiration enough in the strong desire
within him, to honour and make
known the objects of his faith.
It was Love, as the fable goes,
whose idle finger traced the first
portrait, and made the first begin-
ning of pictorial art ; but history
leaves little doubt upon the subject,
that all primitive efforts of genius
have been dedicated to the temple
and sanctuary, and that human skill
and power never yet did their best
except at the bidding of Religion.
When we say this, we feel no neces-
sity to add our voice to the popular de-
nunciation of that Puritanism which
took down the pictures from our
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churches, and thrust out from niche
and altar the sculptured saints of
medieval times. That Faith, whose
divine Author proclaimed Himself
come to send, not peace upon earth,
but a sword, has even had occasion
to regard as her foes those of her
own household more than once in the
history of the world ; and it was well
to sacrifice the favourite handmaid
whose labours were no longer an
advantage, but a snare, to the humble
children of the Father's house. In
Mrs Jameson's book, however, we
pass into the other world, which lies
behind the grand Reformation era,
with all its stern necessities ; and
whether we call these ages " dark
ages," or " ages of faith," we are at
no loss to perceive the marked and
conspicuous difference between that
period and our own. A world of
things and persons, less than of words
and thoughts, the common mind of
these days, had need of palpable pre-
sentments— of bold and startling
imagery — of story, rapid, active, and
personal, to balance in the intel-
lectual atmosphere the throng and
stir of external life. Ours is an age
of events, but not as theirs was ; and
the u battle, and murder, and sud-
den death," which were familiar and
everyday incidents in the experience
of our forefathers, are far from the
quiet tenor of our existence. We have
other means of knowledge, and other
modes of occupation than they had ;
and one great war, though it con-
vulses a continent, does not come
home to the heart, nor embroil the
commonwealth like a hundred petty
feuds. Times of war, of commo-
tion, and disturbance, call for bold
types and visible representations ;
and the same necessity which made
the poet of the medieval ages a
Dante, produced school after school
of painters, and filled cathedral,
chapel, and palace with works of
art. In those days there were not
many pictures upon " indifferent "
subjects ; lessons of theology in the
shape of martyrdoms and sufferings,
saintly charities and triumphs, were
the ordinary product of the studio ;
and from the universal Madonna, to
the least-known local monastic saint,
the desire of the time seems to have
been almost exclusively for religious
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representations, expressions, or illus-
trations of the faith.
Mrs Jameson's labours, though
evidently labours of love, have not
been either brief or light, and must
have involved a very large amount of
research and exertion. Her plan is
excellent, and it is conscientiously
carried out ; and our author takes
care to make us understand all the
accessories of the scene, and seldom
fails to introduce the pretty and
romantic legend, as well as the bit of
history, real or assumed, on which it
is grounded. For instance, we our-
selves, being unlearned at once in
art and in Catholic tradition, have
vainly puzzled more than once over
the action of a figure in a " Marriage
of the Virgin"— a young man who is
represented breaking a wand over
his knee while the ceremony goes on.
Was this a Jewish custom ? No one
could tell us. Mrs Jameson explains
the matter at once by the fable,
which describes how many candi-
dates there were for the hand of
Mary — how each suitor was com-
manded to bring a wand — how the
wands, being solemnly laid up for a
night in the temple, had the miracle
of old repeated upon them — and how
Joseph was chosen by the mystic
sign of lilies budded and blooming
upon his. Accordingly, in the pic-
ture, the disappointed suitor breaks
his wand impatiently, and the bride-
groom bears in modest triumph his
miraculous lily. A very strange fable
is this legend of the Virgin ; and the
old devout believers in it, if they
ever permitted themselves to specu-
late upon the subject, must have
found it extremely hard to account
for the inveterate malice and obsti-
nate unbelief of the later Jews, when,
in the visionary world of this history,
they saw how it fared with Joachim
and Anna, and what a solemn love
and expectation attended the maid
Mary, already half- deified among her
neighbours and in her nation; but
they were not given to logic in those
simple days.
The latest, and perhaps most popu-
larly attractive of these volumes, con-
tains the life of Mary, from its mysti-
cal and immaculate beginning, to its
equally mysterious and supernatural
end ; bu t though we would no t be so hete-
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rodox as to profess a lesser interest in
one who — not to consider her higher
claims — has been for so many ages
the very type and impersonation of
womanly love and suffering, we con-
fess a strong leaning, for our own
part, to the ruder saints who have no
such dangerous fascination and pre-
eminence as Our Lady. St Christo-
pher, for instance, that burly, simple-
hearted giant — what a capital " mo-
rality," manly and spirit-stirring,
might be made of the earlier part of
his history. Our familiar acquaint-
ance with this antique worthy is
confined, for, the most part, to that
one moment of his later career, which
finds a counterpart in the life of
almost every other saint with whom
we have the felicity of being ac-
quainted. Christopher, with his
brawny limbs and his great club, in
the middle of the river, carrying high
upon his shoulder the wondrous child,
whose importunity had roused him
from his rest, is a well-known sub-
ject ; but the story of that same
Christopher, setting forth with his
honest ambition to serve the greatest
man on earth, and none but him, is
by no means so familiar to us. The-
greatest man at that period, as the
story goes, was one King Maximus,
into whose service the manful pagan-
entered, to the mutual satisfaction of
man and master; till one fine day,
Christopher discovered that his great
monarch stood in awe of a certain
greater personage called the Devil,
whom straightway our hero, in his
plain and dauntless simplicity, went
in search of, and found right readily,
as men do in general who seek the-
satanic potentate. Thereafter Chris-
topher, with zeal and devotion, did
his service to this " black knight" for
a period, until he made the discovery
that his second leader stood in awe
and trembled for One who once had
hung upon a cross ; whereupon Chris-
topher, setting about his search once
more, came at last to the service of the
Greatest, and was converted and bap-
tised, and became a Christian saint in-
stead of a heathen man-at-arms, after
which time the proper miraculous pe-
riod of his history commences, and our
interest in him fails. The story needs
no symbolisation ; it is as plain a par-
able as the Pilgrim's Progress, and we
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know no stouter groundwork for a
thorough schoolboy's drama, martial
and warm-hearted, than this story of
Christopher the pagan, and how he
came to be Christopher the saint.
By the way, it is a very odd circum-
stance in the concluding scene of all
these martyrs, that after coming harm-
lessly through a dozen deaths and
tortures, every man of them submits
to be beheaded. Boiling baths and
fire, wild beasts and poisoned cups,
are successively triumphed over ; but
neither prayer nor faith seems able to
blunt the sword of the executioner.
Decapitation is the last resort, and
invariably successful after everything
else has failed.
We are afraid it is scarcely in our
way to remark much upon the very
judicious and sensible Handbook* of
Mr Leslie. It is a thoroughly read-
able book, written in an agreeable
and modest style, without either pre-
tension or pedantry; and, like most
men who have made real experiment
in the difficulties of this profession, and
given a whole life, or the best years
of it, to their study, Mr Leslie makes
little assertion of superior wisdom,
and never insinuates " I am Sir
Oracle." An eminent painter, in-
deed— and the fact is worthy notice —
is seldom an unkindly critic ; and we
scarcely can remember an instance
— excepting only the waspish and
ill-natured Northcote, whose malice
was elfish and characteristic, and had
little to do with his profession — of
an old man, with any reputation in
art, who has not been the most gentle
and tender-handed of censors, willing
to perceive excellence, and slow to
condemn any honest effort. In art,
at least, genuine experience seems the
natural progenitor of patience and
charity ; it is only your amateur who
can afford to make light of the exer-
tions which in his own person he
never ventures upon. But Mr Leslie's
book belongs to the scientific, rather
than to the light literature of art,
and addresses itself neither to the
general public, which reads books
upon all subjects provided they be
but readable, nor to the dilettanti
public, which, in discharge of its self-
imposed duty to society, laboriously
studies everything which bears upon
art. Even the modest title — strangely
at variance with the ordinary rule in
the modern naming of books — gives
an inadequate idea of this, which is
not in reality a handbook, but a
course of lectures, well-considered
and worthy productions, to which
any class of students might be glad
to listen. The academical character
of the work, however, precludes us
from entering upon it, though we
were much disposed to quote Mr
Leslie's acute and able remarks upon
the subject of imitation in art.
Lord Napier's little bookf is a pure
dilettanti production, one of those
straws which show which way the
wind is blowing. We cannot promise
our readers either instruction or amuse-
ment from its pages, nor will its noble
author derive much reputation from
his work. It is a simple badge of a
class greatly increased in late years,
and will suffice to acquaint the public
with the fact that another gentleman,
hitherto unknown to fame, has united
himself to the brotherhood of cognos-
centi, and is qualified to discuss old
pictures and new, to worship the great
masters, and to snub the small, as
occasion offers. But Lord Napier,
unfortunately, has not been born with
the gift of speech, and an odder spe-
cimen of writing could scarcely be
found than this little biographical dic-
tionary of his, in which any one in-
terested may discover all about the
painters of Naples, so far as mere
facts — and these doubtless perfectly
correct and authentic — can teach him.
The different branches of the craft are
conscientiously classified, moreover,
and every man has his right place ;
also, we are favoured with an account
of the means of study and chances of
patronage under the government of
King Bomba, which seem abundant
enough, and worthy of a better fruit-
age : but Lord Napier must be con-
tent with the fact, that he has written
a book, and so established his con-
noisseurship ; for we cannot flatter him
that he has done anything to increase
our real acquaintance even with local
art.
But the class which this little vo-
lume gives us an indication of, and
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which we form a much more dignified
and worthy acquaintance with in the
volumes of Lord Lindsay, an accom-
plished writer, whom we have neither
space nor fit occasion to introduce
here — the class of noble or wealthy
travellers, men of a placid and refined
temper, who find more pleasure in the
byways of the artistic world than on
the broader road of life — is far from
an uninteresting one ; and though
there can be little doubt that this
aristocratic and patronising amateur-
ship is quite as like to harm as to en-
courage the natural development of
art, yet the brotherhood has its uses,
and provides an audience of refine-
ment and discrimination within its
narrow limits, with time to be enthu-
siastic and means to be liberal. We
are brought immediately, by a natural
and easy transition, from the field of
painting to that of architecture, when
we begin to consider these graceful
illuminati, the special patrons of this
reviving art. Among a large class of
educated and polished people, Archi-
tecture is the fashionable study of the
time ; and a very fascinating study it
is beyond dispute, especially when
pursued in a "snug rectory or heredi-
tary hall, with a fine old church at
one's door, full of ancient "examples,"
or, more attractive still, beginning to
fall to pieces, and loudly craving to
be "restored." Many a slumbrous
rural parish, inaccessible heretofore to
anything better than a heavy far-off
rumble of echoed politics, has woke
up, within recent days, to the most
comfortable little agitation of its own,
concerning its church and antiquities ;
and if this awakening has not been
unattended by direful skirmishes of
church-rate and anti-church-rate, it
has doubtless been of use in its way,
besides its primary advantage of rais-
ing a mighty pother and excitement
in the countryside — undeniable bless-
ings, which only rural people, who
want them most, can fully realise.
The question has a ridiculous side,
of course ; and it is not always easy to
restrain a smile at the grand preten-
sions of Ecclesiological, and Archaeo-
logical, and Architectural Societies,
each one more ambitious than its
neighbour ; nor at the magniloquent
phrases of the modern Dr Primrose,
whose Whistonian controversy is a
controversy concerning " early deco-
rated," or "perpendicular," or the
" florid Gothic," in which these " se-
vere " periods blossomed out and ran
to seed. But there is also a great deal
of sentiment, and that of no ignoble
character, in this agitation; for though,
unfortunately, we do not know very
much of it on the northern side of the
Tweed, few of us fail to appreciate
the affectionate regard, half romance,
half veneration, and a great deal more
than half the love of home, which
surrounds the old parish churches of
England, the graceful relics of historic
times; and we already owe a great
many graceful books and picturesque
things to the modern mania for church
restoration and decoration, and the
studies to which it has given rise.
In itself, Architecture is one of the
grandest and most interesting of arts.
We, for our own part, have little liking
for the antiquarian investigations
which are concerned with bits of brok-
en pottery, or even with the speech-
less relics of that earlier heathendom
which preceded Rome ; but the science
which reads articulate records of our
own historic period — " sermons in
stones" — from the differing pillars and
diversified pinnacles of those familiar
places, which have never before sug-
gested to us their own gradual accu-
mulation, demolishment, and re-erec-
tion, gives reality to our actual " book-
learning," and makes a vague infor-
mation into a realised truth. To feel
the presence of our sturdy Saxon fore-
fathers in that massive low-browed
rounded arch lingering at the further
end of the light-springing columns
and lofty vaulting of the more imagi-
native and later Norman, is quite a
different thing from reading or learn-
ing the dull matter-of-fact statement,
that " this building was begun in the
reign" of some Osbert or Ethelwold,
fabulous and undiscoverable — and the
forlorn bit of antiquity, the sedilia
boxed up into a squire's pew, or the
old old morsel of window in some
half-lighted corner, throwing down
dull gleams of colour upon slumbrous
peasants, buried in the high pews of
the eighteenth century, connects our
little rural church with the ancient
ages, in a way far more potent and
realisable than dates or figures. Be-
sides all this, there is in universal
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human nature an inherent delight in
the art of construction, a primitive
craft of which architecture must always
afford the noblest and most substan-
tial examples'; and few of us are so
dull as to feel no thrill or flush of na-
tural and generous triumph (very
different, however, from Mr Ruskin's
snobbish " admiration of pride" which
he confines to the rich), when we
enter one of those glorious buildings —
great epics, grown and effloresced out
of stone — which forms our most mag-
nificent evidences of that half-divine
faculty of making, the shadow of His
own sublime creative power, which
God has given to man.
Yet hold ! we speak of the art of
construction, and of our instinctive
human pleasure in it. But what says
Mr Ruskin on the subject — a gentle-
man who has written as many volumes
as we have written words, and knew
all about it ere ever we were en-
lightened to discover th'e difference
between flamboyant and perpendicu-
lar? It is a singular fact, and passes
our dull powers of comprehension ; but
we stumble and stand aghast at the
very beginning of the first book in
which this great authority announces
his opinions to the world. What is
architecture ?— something which de-
mands the exercise of all our highest
faculties — the spirit of sacrifice, of
truthfulness, of obedience — the energy
of life and power — the exercise of
memory, the appreciation and produc-
tion of beauty. Yes, that is all true,
but that is no definition. What is
architecture? Do Mr Ruskin's readers
understand that he who has written
so many splendid volumes on the sub-
ject, starts in his career by declaring it
only a gigantic craft of case- making,
and in reality of itself no art at all ?
It may be a degree of natural stupi-
dity, not enlightenable even by the
noble periods of Mr Ruskin— but we
confess that we pause here in amaze-
ment and perplexity. Give us your
counsel, kindest reader. Has it been
your hap to " find," with Mr Ruskin,
such following facts as these ? —
" I found, finally, that artistical and
rational admiration — the only admiration
worth having — attached itself wholly to the
meaning of the sculpture and colour on
the building; that it was very regard-
less of general form and size, but in-
tensely observant of the statuary, floral
mouldings, mosaics, and other decorations.
Upon which, little by little, it gradually
became manifest to me that the sculpture
and painting were in fact the all-in-all of
the thing to be done ; that these, which
I had long been in the careless habit of
thinking subordinate to the architecture,
were in fact the entire masters of the arch-
itecture ; and that the architect, who-
was not a sculptor or a painter, was
nothing better than a frame-maker on a
large scale. Having once got a clue to
this truth, every question about architec-
ture immediately settled itself without
further difficulty. I saw that the idea
of an independent architectural profession
was a mere modern fallacy, the thought
of which had never so much as entered
the heads of the great nations of earlier
times ; but that it had always, till lately,
been understood, that to have a Parthe-
non one had to get a preliminary Phidias ;
and to have a cathedral of Florence, a preli-
minary Giotto ; and to have even a St
Peter's at Rome, a preliminary Michael
Angelo."
This being the case, ascertained and
concluded, it seems to us nothing but
sheer superfluity and foolishness to
speak any more about architecture*
If architecture means simply " the as-
sociation of sculpture and painting in
noble masses, or the placing them in
fit places," let us write about sculp-
ture and painting under their true
names, and not under a sham appella-
tion—the mere ghost of a term, with
no commensurate meaning. When
we read this definition, we cannot help
reverting in imagination to a little
church on the Rhine, which seems to
us quite a beau ideal of architecture in
this sense of the word, though we fear
us much it would not satisfy Mr Rus-
kin. When we entered within the
walls of the Apollinarisberg, we were
not tempted for a moment to think ot
the building. The architect — mecha-
nical slave ! — had raised his walls and
put on his roof; and the " frame " was
worthy of so lofty a conception, and
never would attract any mortal eye
or imagination if it stood till the end
of time. But the soft frescoes of
Miiller were bright upon every wall ;
the pinky rounded draperies, the
sweet angelic faces, filled the whole
tabernacle with aflutter of habitation.
Well; our admiration, though pos-
sibly not very artistic or rational,
"attached itself wholly to" these;
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but we never before conceived it
possible that we could be paying
homage to architecture in our gaze
At the frescoes, then in the freshest,
pinkest, prettiest stage of their exist-
ence, and warm from the master's
hand. A very different feeling, if we
do not strangely mistake ourselves,
arrests us on the threshold of a grand
•Gothic cathedral, though the great
nave lie bright in all the flush of noon-
day, and there be no sentimental ad-
junct of " darkness, or music in a
minor key." Who, if it be not Mr
Ruskin, cares, at the first glance, for
the saints in their sculptured niches,
or the pictures over the altar ? Who
pauses to consider what flowers have
budded in those capitals, or suggested
those clusters of rich ornamentation,
which at this present moment we see
as if we saw them not ? By-and-by,
of natural necessity, we are thankful
to take rest in the wealth of detail
which prolongs and extends our inte-
rest in the magnificent erection ; but
it is the erection itself — the wonderful
thing stretching its glorious arches
over us — lifting its lofty shafts, so
strong, and firm, and delicate, far
above our heads, which takes our
heart by storm.
But if Mr Ruskin really holds his
own opinion, we cannot for our life
make out what all this following din
is about. Why knock down all our
beautiful unfortunate Edinburgh, if
u rational and artistic admiration " is
" very regardless of general form and
size "? Vines and jessamines, wood-
bines and roses, can cluster just as
well about a square window as about
a pointed one ; and if in reality the
floral moulding be all that is needful,
why anathematise the innocent angles
of our square houses, which have very
little to do with the matter after all ?
After this grand statement of princi-
ples, our author gives himself most
unnecessary trouble by returning to
the region of shafts, and vaults, and
architraves — those mere matters of
form, of which, being a "rational and
artistic " critic, he ought to be " very
regardless." Why did not Mr Rus-
kin, with the true originality of a
hero, pursue and make a system of his
own grand and picturesque suggestion
which follows, and which certainly
would be something practicable, and
could be tried at any rate? uAs
soon as we possess a body of sculp-
tors, able and willing, and having
leave from the English public to
carve on the facades of our cathe-
drals portraits of the living bishops,
deans, canons, and choristers who are
to minister in the said cathedrals ;
and on the facades of our public
buildings, portraits of the men chiefly
moving or acting in the same; and
on our buildings generally, the birds
and flowers which are singing and
budding in the fields around them, we
shall have a school of English archi-
tecture—not till then."
We have found it ; for who could
studv Mr Ruskin and not find inspi-
ration at last ? The " Working Man's
College" has not found a building for
itself yet, so far as we are aware.
Friends and countrymen ! heroes and
patriots of undeveloped fame! will
nobody hear one appeal for the love
of art and honour, and a deed of derr-
ing-do? Let us have a Working Man's
College ; let us carve upon it the noble
effigies of its founders, all of them in
hats and frockcoats, their true and
native costume. The honoured pre-
sence of Mr Ruskin, in habit as he
lives, shall be our presiding figure,
and we will build a bower of fretted
stone, fashioned like boughs of poplar
and branches of laburnum, with London
sparrows, homely minions ! twittering
among the leaves. We never hoped
to achieve immortality until this mo*
ment ; but already we can see the
amaranthine wreath approaching us,
in honour of our suggestion ; and so
shall the school of English architec-
ture, " very regardless of form and
size, but intensely observant of
statuary, floral mouldings, mosaics,
and other decorations," have its be-
ginning. We submit that it will be
time enough for a new Exeter Hall,
with a fringe of lecturers, headed by
Lord John Russell, and choral groups
of all the performers in all the Wed-
nesday concerts ; and also for new
Houses of Parliament, "done" all
over with Lord Palmerston, and Lord
Panmure, and the Chancellor of the
Exchequer, when our experiment has
achieved its legitimate and certain
triumph.
But, alas ! Mr Ruskin is not con-
sistent. He will come back, after all,
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to this mere vulgar question of form,
actuated, as we suppose, by " senti-
mental admiration," since the rational
and artistic has no concern with so
inferior a matter. But here our
author is not original. Few, we sup-
pose, except professional readers, are
likely to be acquainted with an ex-
traordinary and whimsical little folio —
ajeu cFesprit, very telling in its points,
though one of the oddest pieces of
literary composition imaginable — the
Contrasts of the late Augustus Welby
Pugin. This great architect and
singular man was, as most people
know, a Roman Catholic of the true
antique faith, and his little treatise,
with its odd illustrations, was made
to prove the utter degradation and
debasement of architectural art — the
art of the " ages of Faith," under the
combined barbaric influences of Pro-
testantism and Paganism, the Refor-
mation and the Renaissance. It
would be worth any one's while, who
knows Mr Ruskin's Edinburgh Lec-
tures, to make himself acquainted with
this older volume, in which the root
of the eloquent critic's grand denun-
ciations is to be found. Yet we will
not be so ungenerous either, as to say
"is to be found," for perhaps Mr
Ruskin himself is not unaware of the
unusual closeness of resemblance be-
tween his own remarks and the pre-
ceding observations of a man whom
he does not hesitate to patronise with
disdainful superiority. We recom-
mend the volume to his notice, if he
does not know it ; it is not a great
literary composition like his own
works, but it throws a suspicious
shadow over some very glowing para-
graphs of his, and certainly exhibits
a prior critic and an earlier insight
than his own.
For our own part, we confess to a
much greater sympathy with Mr
Ruskin's inconsistency than with his
principle. In our own judgment, it is
impossible to entertain the most rudi-
mentary opinion about architecture,
and to be regardless of form and size ;
nor can we by any means permit our-
selves to be persuaded that mere
form, unpainted, unsculptured, and
undecorated, has not a most subtle
fascination — an influence more spiri-
tual and penetrating than ever can
belong to floral mouldings or decorat-
ed capitals, however exquisite in
themselves. We know a certains
spire, for instance, which, if it has any
ornamentation at all, hides it in the
distance and the sunshine, through
which its own fair outline is always
visible ; yet there is no steeple of our
acquaintance so pleasant to our eye \
and though we do not suppose a fre-
quent contemplation of it has made
us much u happier, holier, or wiser,'*
yet we like our silent acquaintance,
and would miss it were it gone. Nor
will we allow that the architect of
this piece of shapely balance and pro-
portion, which cleaves the air with so
light and natural a spring, is a simple
builder no better than the man of
brick and square windows, because
it is possible that he could not design,
to Mr Ruskin's satisfaction, a cluster
of oak-leaves. But, whether it be
form or ornamentation, let us only
know what it is ; for it is perplexing
in the extreme to be told that u the
only admiration worth having at-
taches itself wholly to the meaning
of the sculpture and colour on the
building," and straightway to find
ourselves in the midst of a very row
about square windows, which can
have nothing to do with the higher
question at all.
But, oh and alas, Mr Ruskin ! Mr
Ruskin ! what have not your teachings
to answer for? Here is an unfortunate
young architect,* deluded by so grand
an example, who, in a hapless hour, has
been persuaded that he too could write
a book, and interest the world in the
tour of his holiday, and the researches
of his craft. True, he might still have
written a book had there been no-
Stones of Venice, for this mania is cer-
tainly not to be attributed to the ex-
ample of Mr Ruskin; but the chances
are that this hapless youth would not
have tried those wonderful bits of
writing, if a grand panoramic sketch
or dissolving view had not become
the habitual chapter-conclusion of the
great living " example " in whose
steps his ambition aimed to follow.
We are extremely sorry for Mr Street,
but we are as intolerant of shams ia
our profession, as he has a perfect right
* Brick and Marble Architecture in Italy. By GEORGE EDMUND STREET.
1855.]
to be in his; and
things tolerable from Mr Ruskin, who
is in reality a great master of lan-
guage and expression, which are very
doleful rubbish indeed in the hands of
this neophyte. What does anybody
think of such a piece of imitation as
this ? —
" The work of our modern sculptors is
all foreign and unreal, and almost always
involves the assumption that they are re-
presenting the proceedings of the Greeks
or Romans, and not of the English : it is
impossible, therefore, that such a school
can be healthy, strong, or successful. It
has not been enough considered how
much the draperies of different countries
always must and will affect the style of
sculpture suitable for them. In the north,
with our thick woollen garments and
warm clothing, no figure, either nude or
clothed in muslin, can hope to appeal to
the mind of the world at large except as
an unreal representation, which, as un-
real, is wondered at and passed by with-
out a thought of love or gratitude."
Now, we repeat, it is just possible,
in the glamour which genius always
casts into our eyes, that we might
lose our perception of the ridiculous if
something to this effect had been said
by Mr Ruskin. Let us be grateful
when pure nonsense reveals itself in
its own likeness, and when we come
down to innocent bathos and the cli-
maxes of Mr Street.
This book, as its title implies, is,
barring the bits of writing, all about
Italian architecture, and the buildings
of those old cities whose very names
it is excusable for youth and inexpe-
rience to rave about; and the illustra-
tions are extremely creditable, and
may be of use, we do not doubt; but
we seriously advise Mr Street, when
he takes his next holiday, to carry
some one with him who can do the
writing, and to keep by his pencil,
which is a less deceitful and treach-
Modern Light Literature — Art. 1\7
there are many erous implement than the unfamiliar
Also, we venture to recommend
pen.
to all new travellers that they should
have some knowledge of other people's
information before they essay too
boldly to communicate their own.
Mr Street permits himself to be drawn
into a positive impertinence when he
gives us his complacent little descrip-
tion of those far-famed monuments
at Verona, which were known and
celebrated many a day before his
penetrating vision found them out.
This book, however, is, we presume,
a first offence: we hold it up as a
warning to other enthusiastic young
architects, who may also have made
sketches and taken notes upon a holi-
day tour. We have already Seven
Lamps of Architecture, and we really
do not want all these twinkling little
tapers, for there actually are such
things as honesty, humility, and
beauty necessary in our inferior craft
of bookmaking, as well as in the elder
and more substantial art.
We have fallen upon ambitious
times — we must be philosophical,
metaphysical, transcendental, even in
our comments upon art ; and that
class of amiable and graceful writers,
which we may well identify with the
Sketcher* of our own special fraternity,
full of a tender appreciation and inti-
mate acquaintance with gentle Nature
and her refined attendant art, is much
diminished in number of late days.
The fashionable poet may be per-
mitted to shroud himself in the elabo-
rate twilight of mysticism, but it will
soon be very needful for the fashion-
able painter, if art-criticism proceeds
as it threatens to do, and if we are
really favoured with the annual Notes
of Mr Ruskin, to learn for himself the
use of the literary cudgel, and take
immediate lessons in u the noble art
of self-defence!"
[* Alas ! the writer here alluded to, our old friend and correspondent for a quarter
of a century, is now no more. At the end of the present Number of the Magazine
there will be found a short sketch, in which some attempt is made to do justice to
a very fine character. We feel sure that all who knew the Rev. John Eagles will
agree with us when we say that a better specimen of the highly-accomplished old
English clergyman and country gentleman could not be met with.]
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COURTSHIP UNDER DIFFICULTIES.
A HUMOROUS HISTORY.
TROM THE GERMAN OF FERDINAND STOLLE.
WHEN I left the university of Jena,
I went to live with an uncle — who,
since the death of my parents, had
supplied their place to me — at a plea-
sant country-house within an easy
distance of his manufactory. Uncle
Keinhold was much attached to me,
and although he had not objected to
my prolonging my university life
rather beyond the usual age, when I
finally quitted Jena he strongly urged
me to turn my attention to industrial
pursuits, holding out to me the pro-
spect of becoming his partner, and
ultimately sole proprietor of his profit-
able business. Accordingly, for up-
wards of a year I applied myself to
master the mysteries of looms and
shuttles, correspondence and accounts,
^although these were much less to my
taste than the tranquil life I had led
at Jena, studying little law, but diving
-deep into our noble German classics,
and storing my mind from the works
of the best prose-writers and poets.
Before the year was half out, I fell
deeply in love, but this I dared not
tell my uncle. Minnie was the sweetest
fairy that ever tripped over a lawn
without doubling a daisy; her hair
was of the richest auburn, her eyes
were of the deepest blue, her mouth
was a rosebud, and with my hands I
could span her waist ; but — alas! that
terrible but — she lacked one thing
which my uncle set above all the
graces ever combined in a goddess.
Her mother, the widow of a poor
clergyman, lived upon a scanty pen-
sion, and Minnie was dowerless. So
we kept our loves a profound secret,
and trusted to time and the chapter
of accidents. Both young, we could
afford to wait, and, confident in each
other's affection, the possibility of
another union never entered the head
of either of us.
My uncle frequently spoke to me of
matrimony. He advocated my early
marriage — perhaps a little from selfish
motives, for he often joyously antici-
pated the charm a young and grace-
ful woman would bring into his dwell-
ing, and the delight he should have in
dandling a grand-nephew on his knee.
Warm-hearted and generous, he yet
in everything was completely the man
of business, and he looked upon it as a
settled matter, that, although I had
very little fortune of my own, my
expectations from him should insure
me a rich wife. This idea seemed so
rooted in his mind, that it sometimes
occasioned me uneasiness. I foresaw
some anger and much opposition when
the day should come, and come it
must, that I should confess to him my
love for sweet penniless Minnie.
One morning, in the usual bundle
of letters came one which seemed to
f've my uncle unusual satisfaction,
supposed it to contain a large and
profitable order, for those were the
letters over which he generally rubbed
his hands, twinkled his eyes, and gave
other unmistakable marks of content-
ment. To ray surprise, instead of
tossing it over to me, with an exult-
ing "There, my boy!" he carefully
folded it up and put it into the
breast-pocket of his coat. All thafc
day he was in a state of particu-
lar exhilaration. At dinner he said
little, but something agreeable evi-
dently occupied his mind. At last,
when, at evening, he had established
himself in his easy-chair at the open
window, his meerschaum in his mouth,
a flask of golden Rhenish at his elbow,
a lovely landscape and gorgeous sun-
set before him, the mystery was re-
vealed. The letter was from his old
friend, Counsellor Frager, who lived on
his pleasant domain of Wiesenthal,
about a day and a half's drive from
us. The counsellor, whom I had
twice seen at my uncle's since my
return from college, was a wealthy
widower with three marriageable
daughters, whom I had not seen. My
uncle, it appeared, had lately been in
correspondence with him respecting
the propriety of bringing about a union
between me and one of the young
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Courtship under Difficulties.
719
ladies, who were reputed handsome ;
and that morning's letter contained
the counsellor's full acquiescence in
the scheme, and an invitation for me
to pass a few days at Wiesenthal. Jn
vain did I raise obstacles, and declare
my conviction that none of the Misses
Frager would suit me. Uncle Rein-
hold had the ready reply that I
could not tell that until I had seen
them. After making all possible ob-
jections, I felt that to persist longer
might excite suspicions of a prior at-
tachment. And, after all, it was but
a week's absence, and no unpleasant
escape from the monotony of the
counting-house. All that I was re-
quired to do was, to go and see the
damsels, who assuredly would not carry
me off and marry me by force. But
when I told Minnie of my approach-
ing departure, I thought she would
have broken her heart. Her confi-
dence in me was great, but the cir-
cumstances were certainly trying.
She could not endure my being thus
driven into temptation. She had
heard of the counsellor's daughters as
very handsome and very rich. She
doubted not my truth, but she had
forebodings of evil, and implored me
not to leave her. I had promised my
uncle to go, however, and I could not
retract my word. It took a great
many vows, and not a few kisses, to
console the little timid loving girl,
and even then she was but half con-
soled.
Before my departure I had another
grave interview with my uncle. "You
will not regret your journey, Frank,"
he said. "The girls are pretty, witty,
and well read. Not geese, such as
one finds in our Kirchberg and other
country villages. You must rub up
your learning, I can tell you. And
the chief thing is, that each of them
will have her thirty thousand dollars.
Bring me home such a golden niece
as that, and I take you into partner-
ship. A few years more, and I retire
altogether, and you are a made man.
My old friend the counsellor warmly
desires the alliance. Not all wooers
find their path so smooth. I ran
myself nearly off my legs after my
-dear departed wife. The old people
were against it, and would not listen
to me. Luck lies before you, my
boy; seize it with both hands."
" All very well," thought I, as I got
into the gig and drove off; " but my
hands are bound, and my heart too.
What is money compared to Minnie?
One lock of her lovely hair would
make all the old counsellor's money-
bags kick the beam! And even if
she were not in the way, I hate
these mercenary unions, got up by
third parties, where everything is for
the purse, and nothing for the heart.
To pleasure my uncle, however, I
can very well manage to get through
a few days at Wiesenthal, and see
the counsellor's graces on their best
behaviour. I owe much more than
that to my kind kinsman and second
father. I will look at the ladies, but
there is no fear of my marrying one
of them. Poor dear Minnie ! But
if the Frager girls are suctf"beauties,
besides being fortunes, what on earth
is the reason that none of them have
yet got married? I should not wonder
if the glitter of their thirty thousand
dollars had somewhat blinded my
worthy uncle. It would not surprise
me if one of them squinted, and
another had red hair. But there is
no harm in going to see."
Thus communing with myself, I
rolled pleasantly along the level road,
in the warm autumn sun, through
mile after mile of dew -spangled
orchard. Those were my romantic
days, and nothing would have pleased
me better than to have met with an
adventure or two by the way. These
were denied me ; but, upon the other
hand, an abundance awaited me at
the place of my destination.
It was between nine and ten in
the forenoon when I reached the
neighbourhood of the rich counsellor's
fine domain. The morning was so
fine, the country so beautiful, that I
determined to leave my gig at a road-
side inn, about a quarter of an hour's
drive from Wiesenthal, and to pro-
ceed thither on foot. Perhaps, also,
if truth be told, I was not sorry to
stop at the inn to get rid of the dust
of the highway, and arrange my dress
a little. I had certainly no desire to
please any one of the three Misses
Frager, but that was not a reason
for appearing to disadvantage before
them. The disorder of my toilet
repaired, I set out on my walk, and
soon came in sight of the counsel-
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[Dec.
lor's villa. A small birch wood lay
before me, through which I had to
pass, and then I should be in the
garden, which stretched up to the
house. As I proceeded I looked
about me on all sides, thinking I
might by chance descry one of the
three graces from which it was my
uncle's will, but not my intention,
that I should select a wife. The only
women I saw were two peasants
toiling in a field. I was about to
enter the wood, when, at some two
hundred paces from me, the slender
figure of a woman, attired in a fantas-
tical costume, between a riding-habit
and a hunting-coat, and bearing a
double-barrelled gun in her hand,
stepped out from among the foliage.
Leaning upon her weapon, she seem-
ed enjoying the charming landscape.
44 If that be one of Frager's daugh-
ters," thought I to myself, " Uncle
Reinhold was not so far wrong. A
fine girl she seems."
Not wishing to disturb the graceful
apparition in her contemplation of
the scenery, I walked on as if I had
not perceived her. I had taken but a
few steps when a female voice, melo-
dious but powerful, shouted " Halt!"
That cannot be addressed to me,
thought I to myself, and walked on.
Then came a sound like the cocking
of a gun, and the next instant a
bullet whistled, as it seemed to me,
close over my head, The hint sufficed,
and I halted at once.
"The woman must be crazed,"
thought I, as I gazed at the reckless
amazon, who walked slowly towards
me. I had leisure to observe her,
and to admire her remarkable beauty.
Her graceful figure was set off to
advantage by the close-fitting habit,
and her blooming countenance by a
profusion of fair curls. I thought
to myself; what pity it was that
so lovely a form should be that of
a mad woman. When she arrived
within twenty paces of me —
" Why did ye not halt," she asked
in commanding tones, " when I order-
ed you?"
I really knew not what to reply to
the imperious beauty; so I varied
the subject.
" If I do not mistake," I said, " I
heard a bullet whistle rather near
me."
" Are you afraid of bullets? "
" Well— there may be cases."
44 For shame ! a man should never
be afraid, least of all of a lady. You
thought I should hurt you ? Do you
take me for an assassin, or for a bad
shot?"
" Neither, upon my word."
14 There is a fine apple hanging
over your head. Lay it on your
palm, stretch out your arm, and I will
shoot it off. Will you bet that I
don't?"
44 I am not fond of such bets."
" Afraid again ? "
44 Every man has his moments of
weakness."
" Poltroon ! " scornfully exclaimed
this demon in petticoats, raised her
gun, and levelled it at my head.
" For God's sake ! " I cried, but
before the words were out of my
mouth came the flash and report. I
thought I should have fallen to the
ground. To a dead certainty the
monster had hit my hat.
44 Take off your hat," said she. I
mechanically obeyed. There was a
hole close to the crown. I shuddered
from head to foot.
44 Where are you going to ? " said
the terrible markswoman.
Not to anger her, I replied, as
courteously as possible —
44 To Wiesenthal; to Counsellor
Frager's."
41 Beware of his daughters," said
the female fiend, with a laugh that
reminded me of the wild huntsman.
And she disappeared in the wood. It
may be supposed that I did not linger
long in so dangerous a neighbourhood.
The lady might take a fancy to load
again. I made the best of my way
towards the house, wondering, as I
strode along, whether Wiesenthal was
a Turkish province, or whether we
were back again in the middle ages,
when people shot at peaceable passen-
gers for pure pastime. What could
this semi-assassin be? Was she a
goblin, a wood demon, whose occu-
pation was to frighten men, or real
flesh and blood? If the latter, where
had she acquired this preternatural
dexterity with the gun, and the abo-
minable habit of firing at travellers ?
Handsome she undoubtedly was, but
when the devil disguises himself, he
does not assume the ugliest form-
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Courtship under Difficulties.
721
And my thoughts reverted to my
pretty gentle Minnie, a less imposing
beauty, but a far safer companion
than this lunatic William Tell, whose
warning against the counsellor's
daughters also recurred to my mind.
I would not allow myself to suppose
that the sharpshooter was one of
Frager's daughters ; but if she was,
and her sisters resembled her, there
was no danger of my falling in love
with one of them. I should as soon
have thought of becoming enamoured
of a Zouave. I looked cautiously
around me as I hurried through the
wood, every moment expecting to see
the terrible double-barrel peering
through the bushes. Uncas in the
forests of the Hudson, with Pawnees
upon his trail, could not have recon-
noitred more carefully. At last I
emerged from the trees, and breathed
more freely as I entered the garden.
My wish had been for adventures, and
I was punished by its fulfilment. Ro-
mance and danger were certainly
combined in the one I had just met
with.
The worthy counsellor gave me a
hearty reception, and made me wel-
come to Wiesenthal. I 'must be
hungry, he said, after my drive, and
calling a servant, he bade him bring
refreshment. Cold game and a bot-
tle of Steinberger were soon upon the
table, and truly I wanted something
to revive me after my recent peril.
My friendly host pledged me in a
bumper, and lamented the absence of
his daughters, whom he was most de-
sirous to introduce to me. He hoped
they would be back to dinner. I ven-
tured a conjecture that they were on
a visit somewhere. Not a bit of it,
was the reply ; each one of them had
gone her own way, and on her own
business. Business ! thought I to
myself, what business can these young
ladies possibly have ? And I fervent-
ly trusted it was not that of waylay-
ing travellers, and shooting at hats
with heads in them.
" Though I cannot show you my
family," quoth the counsellor, when
I had done eating, " if you will come
with me into the next room, I will
make you acquainted with their por-
traits."
I followed Mr Frager. Beaming
out of their golden frames were three
of the handsomest female faces man's
eyes ever rested upon. But my admi-
ration was converted into something
like terror, when I recognised in one
of the portraits the redoubtable guer-
illa who, one short hour before, had
sent a bullet within six inches of my
head.
u This blonde," said Frager, play-
ing the showman, " is my eldest girlr
Louisa, a terrible madcap and hair-
brained puss, who should have been
a boy. I always call her my Nimrod,
for she is passionately fond of hunt-
ing, and rides and shoots to perfec-
tion. I own that I am not partial to
such tastes in young ladies, but youth
and high spirits must be allowed their
way, and as the girl is a real angel in
every other respect, and has the best
heart in the world, I tolerate her ca-
valier customs."
"As regards the young lady's
shooting," I replied, u I have had
some experience of it myself this
morning. She sent a bullet through
my hat as I walked up to the house."
And I related my adventure. The
counsellor tried to look indignant, but
his frown melted into a smile.
" Just like the gipsy," he said.
" But you had nothing to fear. Her
hand is steady and her aim sure."
" I will take the liberty to remark
that I do not think such masculine ac-
complishments particularly becoming
in a young lady."
u Certainly not, certainly not," re-
plied the fond father. " You are
quite right, and I preach to her every
day. But it goes in at one ear and
out at the other. And if I get seriously
angry, she throws her arms round my
neck, and vows she will be a better
girl, and leaves me no rest till I for-
give and kiss her. Then off she goes,
and good resolutions are all forgotten.
I confess my weakness; I have not
the heart to thwart the child."
The next portrait was that of the
second daughter, Emily by name. It
was that of one of the handsomest
brunettes I ever saw — a lofty com-
manding style of beauty, but the fea-
tures wore an unmistakable expression
of masculine earnestness and decision.
I stood lost in admiration before the
beautiful countenance. The counsel-
lor noted, with evident satisfaction,
the effect it produced upon me.
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[Dec.
" That is my Dieffenbach," he said.
" Your Dieffenbach ! " I repeated,
wondering what on earth the name of
the renowned surgeon had to do there.
" The same," replied Frager, smil-
ing. u Emily is the cleverest surgeon
in the whole neighbourhood. She is
just now down at the village, helping
the doctor to amputate the hand of a
gamekeeper who has had an accident
with his gun."
"A fine profession," I remarked,
not knowing what to say ; and I turn-
ed, with somewhat altered feelings,
from the portrait of the fair Escu-
lapius. The third portrait was not
less charming than the other two.
Rich masses of brown hair shaded
a countenance whose features were
more delicate and its expression softer
thaninthatofeitheroftheothersisters.
"Let us hope," I thought to myself,
"that this one has no such extra-
ordinary and unwomanly tastes as
Nimrod and Dieffenbach. She looks
milder and more feminine."
" That is my Oken," said Frager.
" What ? The naturalist ? "
" The same. This, my youngest
daughter, was baptised by the name
of Ernestine, but I always caliber my
Oken. No professor knows more of
zoology, ornithology, ichthyology, en-
tomology, and a few other hard-named
sciences. She is passionately fond
of the study of nature, notwithstand-
ing the occasional disagreeables con-
nected with it."
" Disagreeables ? "
"Certainly. From her wanderings
over hill and dale, through thicket and
forest, the girl brings home so much
vermin that I have repeatedly been
quite angry with her. Snakes and
lizards, frogs and toads, are continually
crawling, writhing, and jumping about
the house. She is particularly attached
to spiders, of which she has a splendid
collection. If you could procure her
an American tarantula, which is the
object of her most ardent desires, you
would at once attain a high place in
her esteem. You should see Oken's
boudoir," concluded the happy father ;
" you would never think you were in
a lady's apartment, but in a museum
of natural history."
" My dear sir," I exclaimed, now
completely astonished, " how is it that
your amiable daughters have become
addicted to such extraordinary and
unfeminine pursuits? "
" The cause is soon told, my dear
Mr Frank," replied Frager ; " they had
the misfortune to lose their mother
very young. My occupation rendered
it impossible for me to attend to their
education, and I thought I had done
all that was necessary when I intrust-
ed the girls to a tutor, highly re-
commended to me, but who brought
them up like boys. Their only com-
panion was their brother Bernard,
since unhappily drowned when study-
ing medicine at the university. From
him the sisters learned and inherited
their various passions — Louisa her
riding and shooting, Emily her sur-
gery, and Ernestine her natural his-
tory. I live in hopes that when they
are well married they will be weaned
from their strange fancies ; housekeep-
ing will not leave them much time for
shooting and operating, or for collecting
frogs and snakes. I feel that I ought
to have been stricter with the girls,
but the harm is done now, and I can
but hope in the future."
I was far from displeased at the
counsellor's revelations. The pecu-
liarities of the three beautiful sisters
justified opposition to my uncle's
wishes. He could not expect me to
take to wife a Nimrod, a Dieffenbach,
or an Oken. The thing was absurd.
No amount of gold and beauty could
atone for such unwomanly eccentrici-
ties. At the same time, I was curious
to see the two younger sisters. They
must be very beautiful. I was less
anxious for another meeting with Miss
Nimrod. The whistle of her bullets
still resounded in my ears. The fe-
male Freischiitze was capable of shoot-
ing the cigar from my mouth, or the
rose from my button -hole. I am not
fond of such practical jokes.
We had hardly returned into the
breakfast -room when there was bark-
ing of dogs without, and Louisa dashed
into the court on a snow-white pal-
frey. Nothing could be more graceful
and charming than this slender daring
amazon in her well-fitting habit. She
sprung lightly from the saddle, and
hurried into the house. From the
window the counsellor watched her
with ill-concealed pride and satisfac-
tion. The door flew open, Louisa
darted in, and, without taking the
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723
slightest notice of me, threw her arras
round her father's neck.
" Mad girl!" cried Frager, with a
most ineffectual attempt at severity of
tone, " do you not see there is a guest
in the room, a worthy friend of mine? "
Rearing her elegant form to its full
height, the wayward beauty, glowing
with recent exercise, measured me
with a glance that spoke anything but
friendly welcome. A sarcastic smile
played about her beautiful mouth,
which Diana might have envied.
" If I do not mistake," said she
coldly, " I have already made the
gentleman's acquaintance."
" I had the honour," replied I, with
a bow, " to serve you as a target."
" I wish you had behaved better,
Louisa," said the counsellor, with
some displeasure ; " you are really in-
corrigible."
" So he has blabbed already," said
the damsel scornfully. " Only think,
papa," she added, turning to Frager,
" the young man was frightened, and
thought I would kill him!"
" Louisa!" growled her father, now
really angry, " I insist upon your
treating my esteemed guest with pro-
per respect."
Louisa answerednothing, but walked
pouting to the window, and stood there
fanning herself with her handkerchief.
Suddenly she turned, and addressed me.
" Are you a good pistol-shot ? "
" It is some years since I prac-
tised," I replied, wondering what on
earth was coming next.
" Come with me to my gallery; we
will shoot a match."
44 But, Louisa," interposed the coun-
sellor, u let our guest rest himself to-
day ; to-morrow, or the day after, you
can shoot as much a'§,you like."
" You are not tired? are you?" said
Louisa to me. What ctxuld I say but
that I was perfectly fresh, and quite
at her orders ? I adde'd that I should
certainly have no chance of equalling
her shooting. " Never mind that,"
was her reply, and she carried off her
victim. I had not fired a pistol for
five years ; she handled the weapons
with a practised dexterity that made
me look very clumsy. As I had fore-
seen, I had not the slightest chance
with the expert markswoman. I con-
sidered myself very fortunate when I
hit the target, which was as big as a
plate; whereas she put the bullet in
the bull's eye at almost every shot.
She soon got tired of that, and fired
at birds, and at fruit upon the trees.
At last she produced an ace of hearts,
and bade me hold it out at arm's
length. I inquired her object. She
would shoot the ace out, she said. I
expostulated; she was firm. ."• At-
tention!" she cried, " I fire." I threw
the accursed card away.
44 This is tempting Providence," I
said. " I have not the least doubt of
your skill. On the contrary — "
Louisa stood before me, with her
pistol cocked, like a destroying angel.
" Will you instantly pick up that
card, or I send a bullet through your
hair."
This was worse than scalping. I
tried to smile, and turn it off as a joke.
44 I do not joke," calmly replied the
terrible Louisa, and took a steady aim
at my head. I thought I should have
fainted. Mechanically I stooped,
picked up the card, and held it by the
extreme edge, as far from my body as
possible. I felt that my hand trem-
bled, but I preferred a shot in the arm
to one in the head. The pistol went
off, and Louisa hurried up to me. The
bullet had cut out the ace. My pa-
tience was at an end.
u Madam," said I, very seriously,
and rather angrily, " I must inform you
that I do not relish jests of this kind."
44 All one to me," was her laughing
reply ; " I do. But you are only a
Philistine," she added, in university
phrase, looking down upon me as a
student of five years' standing might
upon some pusillanimous freshman.
And away she tripped, discourteously
leaving me by myself. I thought little
of the discourtesy, and was glad to be
rid of her at any price.
u A real blessing would such a wife
be," thought I to myself. And I made
up my mind that my stay at Wiesen-
thal should be of very short duration.
Passing through the garden, I met old
Frager, who doubtless noted discom-
posure on my countenance.
" I fear," he said, " that Nimrod
has played you some fresh trick."
44 The young lady," I replied, " is
undoubtedly an excellent shot ; but I
am no lover of such military exer-
cises."
44 You really have nothing to fear."
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" The devil I haven't ! " thought I
to myself. " No one," I added aloud,
" can always answer where a bullet
shall strike. A quicker throb of the
pulse, the sudden sting of an insect,
may alter the direction of the wea-
pon."
The doating father seemed struck
by the truth of this ; but he said no-
thing, and turned the conversation.
Strolling together through the garden,
we stopped to look at a gigantic sun-
flower, which I thought was the largest
I had ever seen. As we stood ad-
miring the enormous flower, a gun
was fired close at hand; the bullet
passed less than two feet before us,
and went right through the sunflower,
severing it from its stem. This was
too much even for Frager' s endurance.
** By heavens ! " he exclaimed, " you
are right; the girl is intolerable!" and,
turning to Louisa, whose lovely laugh-
ing countenance appeared through the
branches of a rose-laurel, he ordered
her, in an angry tone, to take the gun
into the house, and not to touch it
again for four-and-twenty hours. Nim-
rod forthwith disappeared.
" I hope," said the counsellor, apo-
logisingly, as we walked back to the
house, " that my Emily will efface
the bad impression her sister's pranks
have made upon you. If Louisa, with
her rage for shooting, risks inflicting
wounds, Emily, on the other hand, is
always ready to heal them."
In the dining-room the table was
spread for five. A servant asked if
he should bring in dinner.
" Are Emily and Ernestine at home ?"
asked Frager.
" Not yet returned."
"And Louisa?"
" Miss Louisa has just ridden out
again."
" Well," said the patient counsel-
lor, without a word of disapproval,
" then we shall dine alone. I cannot
imagine," he continued, when we had
sat ourselves down, " what is come to
the girl. I never saw her so unruly
and reckless as to-day."
For my part, I did not at all regret
Nimrod's absence. Had she been
there, I do not believe I could have
swallowed a mouthful. I made no
doubt that, like the pirate captains of
the Spanish Main, she dined with a
brace of pistols beside her plate. Not-
withstanding the fright she had given
me, I was very hungry ; the counsel-
lor's cook was good, and I was pass-
ing nearly the first pleasant moments
I had had since my arrival at Wiesen-
thal, when the door opened, and the
dark-browed Emily entered. The por-
trait had told the truth. She was, if
possible, still handsomer than Louisa.
Quite dazzled by her beauty, I rose
and bowed. Like her sister, she heed-
ed me not, but hurried to her father,
and embraced him.
" A most successful operation," she
cried ; " poor Arnold is saved. It was
high time to amputate, however. See,
here, the state the hand is in."
And as she spoke, she unfolded a
linen cloth, and displayed the shatter-
ed hand with its raw stump. I have
always had the greatest horror of ope-
rations, and aversion for everything
savouring of the dissecting-room ; and
the sight of this dead hand made me
quite sick. It was all up with my
appetite for that day.
u But, girl ! " the counsellor ex-
claimed, " we are at dinner ; how can
you bring us such disgusting objects? "
" Naturalia non sunt turpia" re-
plied the female surgeon ; " what care
art and science about your appetite?"
" If you do not consider me," con-
tinued Frager, " you might my guest.
This is Mr Frank Steinman, the
nephew of my old friend, of whom I
have often spoken to you."
Dieffenbach regarded me, as I
thought, with no very friendly expres-
sion.
" Had I known," she said, speaking
coldly and contemptuously, " that the
gentleman shudders at blood, and
cannot bear to behold an amputated
limb, I would certainly have spared
him the sight of the result of our ope-
ration. I thought he had been a
scientifically educated man."
Miss Emily was gradually becom-
ing as odious to me as her galloping
pistol-firing sister. Her father scolded,
but his words were mere wind, as re-
garded their effect upon Dieffenbach,
who was far too much engrossed with
her amputation to care a copper for
paternal chidings. Again putting for-
ward the abominable hand, she began
to explain, in scientific phrase, the
nature of the injuries, and the neces-
sity of its removal, when Frager lost
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all patience, and ordered her immedi-
ately to remove the abominable thing
from his sight. Emily carefully
wrapped up her hand in the cloth and
left the room.
" The deuce take me," growled the
counsellor, " if I know what is come
to her to-day. She does not gene-
rally intrude her surgical learning.
The successful amputation must have
turned her head. Well, let's think
no more of it, but return to our
dinner."
To dinner, with what appetites we
might. I could not swallow a bit. I
had dined for a week — on that hor-
rible dead flesh. Presently in came
Emily and sat down to table.
" Fall to, my friend," said the
hearty and hospitable Frager, who
saw that I did but play with my
knife and fork, and put nothing into
my mouth. " This fillet of roebuck
is done to a turn."
Desirous to conceal the fact that
the amputated hand had cut off my
appetite, I took out my handkerchief
and held it to my mouth.
" What is the matter ? " asked the
counsellor. Dieffenbach looked in-
quiringly at me.
" I have a tooth that pains me," I
replied.
" Do you suffer from a decayed
tooth ? " hastily inquired Emily.
One lie begets another. " At times,"
I answered, " when eating, one of my
double teeth is very apt to ache."
" We must have it out," said
Dieffenbach, in a tone of decision that
made me tremble for the safety of my
thirty-two perfectly sound grinders.
And up she jumped, and, hurrying
into the next room, returned instantly
with an instrument-case.
" Pray give yourself no trouble on
my account, Miss Emily," I said ;
*' the pain already diminishes."
" We must have it out," repeated
Emily, firmly. " A bad tooth is like
a bad conscience, it may be stilled for
a moment, but never rests. You are
never sure of being an hour free from
pain."
" I am really extremely obliged to
you," said I, deprecatingly, and ob-
serving with horror that the desperate
dentist drew from her case a hideous
instrument, in form something between
a boot-hook and a corkscrew.
"At least allow me to examine
your teeth."
" Must really decline," I replied,
setting my jaws firmly together. "If
I once open my mouth," I thought to
myself, " this demon is capable of
breaking every bit of ivory I have in
it." And I muttered a host of excuses,
which sufficiently showed my aversion
to operations on the teeth. Dieffen-
bach did not seem to listen to me, but
drew an arm-chair to the window, and
bade the servant bring in a basin and
water. Then, with an angelic smile,
she invited me to sit down in the
chair.
" Satan himself," thought I, " must
have brought me to this house ; " and
straightway I declared that I could
not consent to submit to any opera-
tion, and that, as to tooth- drawing, it
was clean against my principles.
"I will do nothing at all to your
mouth," replied Emily ; " but the
teeth are one of my favourite studies,
and I beg you will allow me to ex-
amine yours."
I thought it rather an odd wish, but
I did not like to refuse, lest she should
think me a coward. I did make some
further objections — would not give her
the trouble, and so forth ; but all this
was of no use. I at last had to sit down
in the chair by the window, and open
my mouth. Just as I did so, the
counsellor left the room. My heart
sank within me ; I was now com-
pletely in the power of this fiend and
her forceps. She took a sort of probe,
and scraped and poked about my
mouth in a manner that was anything
but agreeable. I endured the pain,
however, and said nothing. Then
she took some other instrument, and
scraped and scratched again. The
sufferings of Job can hardly have ex-
ceeded mine.
" Have the goodness to wash out
your mouth," said the operator, hand-
ing me a glass of water. I did as I
was bid, and discovered, to my horror,
that my gums bled profusely.
"Nothing more dangerous," said
this infernal Dieffenbach, "than to
have the gums growing too low down
upon the teeth. I have separated
them a little."
"Small thanks to you," thought I,
and hoped, with a sigh, that my tor-
tures were at an end. Not a bit of
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it. Emily again rummaged in her
instrument-case.
"I will not trouble you any more,"
I said, closing my mouth.
" Only one moment," said the de-
termined dentist, and in an instant
thrust some hideous piece of mechan-
ism into my mouth, and grappled a
tooth. Before I knew where I was, blue
lights danced before my eyes, and I
felt as if my jaw was breaking. The
next moment a magnificent double
tooth, with two prodigious fangs, was
waved in triumph before my eyes.
" It must have come out very soon,"
quoth Dieffenbach, with imperturb-
able calmness; "decay had begun,
and would shortly have spread to the
other teeth, and caused you great
pain."
I was more dead than alive. My
tongue convulsively sought the hor-
rible gap left by my departed and
irreplaceable grinder.
" You have two other double teeth
that will not last you long," con-
tinued Emily; "if you please, we
will take them out at once, to save
future trouble. My hand is in, and I
should be of opinion to have them
out." She flourished her diabolical
implement, but I shouted with terror,
and sprang from the chair as if a
scorpion had stung me.
" As you please," said Emily with
a charming smile, and, gathering to-
gether her instruments, left the room
with a gracious gesture, leaving me
spitting blood and musing over this
new and most abominable adventure.
Never was any suitor so infamously
treated. Nearly shot through the
head by one lady, and having his
tooth wrenched out by another. I
gazed sorrowfully at the recent occu-
pant of my mouth, which had never
caused me a moment's pain, when the
counsellor, whose ears my shriek of
agony had reached, hastily entered the
room and inquired what was the
matter.
" Your daughter," replied I, in no
very friendly tone, u has been pleased
to extract, in spite of my resistance,
a perfectly sound tooth from my
mouth ; an exploit for which I am
far from obliged to her."
"Perfectly sound," said Frager,
shaking his head ; u there I must beg
to differ from you. Emily under-
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stands teeth, and is incapable of such
a mistake. You should rejoice, in-
stead of lamenting. At the price of
a momentary pang, you have been
saved from much suffering. The
operation has been highly successful,
thanks to my daughter's skill. If you
complain now, what would you have
clone had your jaw been broken, as
sometimes, happens in tooth-drawing ?
But you must need repose. A short
siesta will do you no harm. If you
will accompany me, I will show you
your room."
I gladly accepted the offer, well
pleased to have at last a refuge from
Nimrod's gun and Dieffenbach's in-
struments. My host led the way
to a comfortable and well- furnished
apartment, wished me a pleasant nap,
and departed. Left alone, I fell to
musing on the events of the day, and
as I gazed through the window on
the beautiful landscape without, I
thought to myself what a pity it was
that such a charming residence should
be rendered intolerable by the vagaries
of the owner's daughters. The old
gentleman was far too indulgent —
very weak indeed— and seemed to
think DiefFenbach had done me a great
service by robbing me of one of my
best teeth. I made up my mind soon
to depart. I would wait to have a
look at Oken, that my uncle might
not be able to say I had not complied
with his wish that I should see all
three daughters. As to stopping a
week, it was out of the question.
Before that time elapsed I should
lose a leg or an arm at the hands of
Dieffenbach, or be laid low by the
bullets of Nimrod. More beautiful
girls I had never seen, and doubted
that handsomer existed ; but what is
the value of beauty in whose presence
there is no security for life or limb ?
My thoughts turned to the youngest
sister, Ernestine. Judging from her
portrait, she was of softer mood than
her elders. Her father's account of
her partiality to spiders and other
vermin was not very encouraging,
but at any rate with her one risked
neither death nor mutilation.
I would gladly have smoked a
cigar, my custom of an afternoon, but
the state of my gums rendered it im-
possible. I was quite exhausted by
the various extraordinary adventures
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that in so short a time had occurred
to me, and I felt inclined to sleep.
The afternoon was very warm, so I
pulled off my coat and laid myself
down in my shirt-sleeves on a soft
and excellent sofa. Sleep soon closed
iny eyes, but it was neither a pleasant
nor a refreshing slumber. The in-
cidents of the day were reproduced
and exaggerated in my dreams. First
came Louisa, and shot my nose com-
pletely off, as if it had been the beak
of a popinjay at a shooting-match.
Then Emily appeared, with a horrible
screw, which she insisted on passing
through my head. The dream was a
succession of ghastly visions, each
one more painful and oppressive than
its predecessor. I tossed about, and
groaned, and perspired with terror,
but my persecutors would not leave
me. After Nimrod had shot a hole
right through my body, so that the
gun shone through, and the landscape
behind me was visible to those in
front, Dieffenbach approached me,
wearing a string round her neck, on
which were strung my thirty-one re-
maining teeth. So that I was as
toothless as an old man of a hundred,
and grievously did I bewail myself.
But my sufferings were not over.
Dieffenbach produced a long slender
sharp-pointed instrument of polished
steel, and insisted upon operating
upon me for disease of the heart. I
naturally protested against this, and
made a desperate defence, but all was
in vain : invisible hands seized me,
fettered me, so that I could not stir;
my breast was bared, and with a
fiendish laugh, my persecutor drove
the iron into my heart. Thereupon
I screamed out loud — and awoke.
My dream was not all a dream,
although it seemed one to me for some
seconds after I opened my eyes.
Emily stood beside me, a lancet in
her hand ; my arm was bandaged,
and from the vein a dark-red stream-
let gushed into a basin, held by a
maid-servant.
" Merciful heavens !" I exclaimed,
already weakened by the loss of blood,
" what is all this?"
" Hush, hush!" said my murderess,
for such I now held her to be ; " keep
yourself quiet, or you will bring on
fever."
VOL. LXXVIII.— NO. CCCCLXXXII.
"You want to bring me to my
grave."
"By no means. By this prompt
bleeding I have probably saved you
from it. Not aware that you were
installed in this apartment, I acci-
dentally entered, and found you in a
high fever, quite delirious. There
was nothing for it but the lancet.
See how feverish your blood is."
I saw nothing, but I felt weak. I
let my head fall back upon the sofa-
cushion and closed my eyes. " Bled
to death," thought I to myself, and
stirred not, for I was quite resigned
to my fate, and convinced that there
was no chance of my escaping alive
from Wiesenthal. I rather think my
senses left me. At least I remember
little of what passed, until, an hour
and a half later, I found myself walk-
ing in the grounds with Frager. I
walked but slowly, for the blood-
letting had really weakened me.
"I go too fast for you," said the
counsellor, who observed that I had
difficulty in keeping up with him ;
and he slackened his pace. "My
poor friend," he continued, " you little
thought, when you started on a plea-
sure-trip to Wiesenthal, that you
would leave some of your blood be-
hind you. I cannot imagine what
evil spirit has taken possession of my
daughters. I assure you that they
are usually the gentlest kind-hearted
creatures in the world."
I ascribed this astonishing state-
ment to paternal blindness, and, to
avoid contradicting my host, I held
my tongue.
" You must have been in real
clanger," said Frager, apologetically.
" Emily has excellent judgment and
a quick eye, and certainly would not
have bled you bad it not been neces-
sary ;
and to lose a few ounces of
blood never does any one harm."
I began to lose all patience with
this absurd old counsellor, who took
his daughters' mad freaks for so many
proofs of skill and wisdom. I believe
that if they had cut my head off he
would have maintained them to be
perfectly justified by the precarious
state of my health. I examined my-
self to see if there were anything
about me that could possibly afford
Dieffenbach a pretext for another
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operation. Commencing with my
head, I travelled down to my feet,
and rejoiced to find that, with the
exception of my tortured mouth and
punctured arm, everything was in a
perfectly natural and healthy state.
There was nothing to justify any
further practice of surgery upon my
unfortunate person. I resolved to be
extremely on my guard, and to lock
the room door whenever I was alone.
The day was near its close when
we returned to the house, where we
found the supper-table spread. The
young ladies were all absent. Heaven
only knew in which direction Nimrod
was out shooting, Dieffenbach ampu-
tating, and Oken collecting spiders.
I must confess to a greater wish to
see Oken than Minnie, perhaps, would
altogether have approved. At any
rate, with her I should not be in bodily
danger. She would hardly attempt
to impale me on a corking-pin, like a
beetle or a butterfly. I was very glad
her two sisters did not make their
appearance. To me their presence
would have imbittered the meal. We
waited a while, expecting their ar-
rival, and the counsellor, who could
not but remark or suppose that the
impression made upon me by the oc-
currences of the morning was not par-
ticularly favourable, filled up the in-
terval with praises of his daughters,
lauding the excellence of their hearts,
and pointing out how much better it
was that they should have been suf-
fered to grow up half wild in the
country than that they should have
been exposed, without the guidance
and protection of a mother, to the
corrupt atmosphere and dangerous re-
finements of the town. When upon
this theme, Frager was inexhaustible.
I never saw a man so much in love
with his own children. At last he
declared he would wait no longer for
the girls, and we began supper. We
had been at table about a quarter of
an hour, when the door opened, and
Oken, long expected, came at last.
Very different was the impression she
made upon me to that produced by
her sisters. She was quite as pretty,
but gentle and amiable in counte-
nance and manner. She did not run
past me, like Nimrod and Dieffen-
bach, as if I had been a part of the
furniture, but bowed her head grace-
fully and courteously, apologised for
her tardy arrival, and added that had
she known I was at Wiesenthal, the
most interesting researches in natural
history should not have withheld her
from returning home to welcome me.
I was delighted to find her so pleasing
a contrast to her sisters, and, but for
thoughts of Minnie, I should at once
have admitted myself vanquished by
her charms. She was tastefully dressed
— her hair just a little blown about
by the evening breeze. In her hand
she carried a covered basket, which
she placed upon a chair beside her
when she sat down. The conversa-
tion turned on natural history. Out
of complaisance, and to win her good
opinion, I feigned a lively interest in
the science, about which I had never
in the least troubled my head. We
were a most harmonious trio. Coun-
sellor Frager was in the seventh hea-
ven. It was clear to the worthy man
that Ernestine and I were born for
each other. For my part, I forgot
the disasters of the morning, and
basked in the smiles of the lovely
naturalist, who by this time was deep
in the latest discoveries respecting
amphibia. Concerning these I neither
knew nor cared anything, but I pre-
tended profound attention, and gazed
with delight on the lovely mouth that
spoke so learnedly. It was quite a
little lecture on reptiles. Presently
Ernestine opened the basket beside
her, and the next moment an extra-
ordinary object writhed and danced
within a few inches of my face. Its
appearance was so sudden that I did
not at the instant recognise its nature,
but when I did, I thought I should
have fallen from my chair with ter-
ror. A living and very lively snake
stretched out towards me its horrible
head and forked tongue.
" Here you have a most beautiful
specimen of the ." She wound
up the sentence with some Latin
name of a snake. I was almost be-
side myself. From my infancy up-
wards I had held serpents of every
kind in extraordinary respect. Oken
detected my discomposure. " What ! "
she exclaimed, laughing scornfully,
" you would pass for a naturalist, and
are afraid for a snake ? Impossible ! "
And the accursed head, with its
quivering tongue and bright beadlike
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eyes, drew nearer and nearer, Oken
seeming to enjoy my manifest uneasi-
" For Heaven's sake ! " I cried,
" take away that horrible creature."
"I see nothing horrible in it,"
quietly replied Ernestine. " Observe
how gracefully its body undulates."
And again the reptile writhed itself
just before my nose. I jumped up
and retreated. Ernestine followed
me, snake in hand.
" I have never been able to under-
stand," began the idiotic counsellor,
in a doctoral tone, u whence arose
the peculiar aversion with which men
regard all kinds of reptiles."
" The deuce you have not ! " cried
I, still retreating from Oken and her
odious pet. " The aversion is not
very difficult to account for. For my
part, I abhor the creatures."
u Pshaw ! " said Ernestine, angrily;
"you are but a counterfeit natu-
ralist." And thereupon she slapped
me across the face with the snake. I
could not restrain a cry of horror and
disgust. Then she returned to her
seat, and put the vermin into its
basket.
In my estimation the counsellor's
third daughter had now fallen into
the same category with her sisters.
Frager, who saw that I was unable
to conquer my innate horror of snakes,
had ordered his daughter to discon-
tinue her unseemly jest ; but the poor
old gentleman's authority was evi-
dently at a discount that day, and
Oken, with diabolical malignity, had
continued to torture me until the per-
spiration rolled off my forehead.
" Now may Old Nick fly away
with all three of you," said I to my-
self, as I passed my handkerchief
across my dank brow. " You have
seen the last of me at Wiesenthal.
At daybreak I pack up my traps and
leave this place of torment, worse
than a cell of the inquisition, or a
dungeon in Front de Bceuf's Castle.
A nice place to come a- wooing 1—
snakes, bullets, and tooth-drawing !—
pleasant welcome for a suitor 1 "
The evening wore wearily away.
Miss Okeii, having ascertained that I
was no naturalist, adopted her sisters'
system, and treated me with profound
contempt ; in fact, she hardly seemed
aware of my presence. For my part,
729
the sympathy with which she had
at first inspired me had completely
vanished. Frager was quite put out
by the change in his daughter's de-
meanour, and of course cast the blame
of it on me. " I should never have
thought," he said, " that you would
be so alarmed by a little harmless
snake."
" Who could have supposed it ! "
cried Ernestine, applauding her father's
words. "We are different sort of
people here."
"It is impossible to change one's
nature," I replied.
" Nature ! " repeated Ernestine ;
"what do you know about nature?
For Heaven's sake hold your tongue."
This was really too rude. I was
on the point of making a sharp reply,
when I saw Oken extend her hand
towards the reptile's cage. I kept
silence, and prepared for flight.
Never have I passed two more irk-
some hours than those that elapsed
before bedtime came. The counsellor
proposed a cigar. I caught at the
idea. With a glowing havannah in
my mouth, I felt as if I should be safer
from the assaults of that cobra de
capello, or whatever else it was, that
Oken kept beside her, like a grey-
hound in leash, ready to let slip upon
her game. I vowed to myself to
smoke the beast to death if possible.
Again I was to be balked.
" Bless me, papa ! " cried the natu-
ralist, " you forget that my pet can-
not bear smoke. Can you ? " she said,
raising, to my infinite alarm, the lid
of the snake-inhabited hamper.
"True, my dear," placidly replied
her father, "I did not think of it;"
and, turning to me, " Excuse me, my
dear friend," he added, " but the little
animal really cannot endure tobacco."
It is bad enough to be henpecked,
but to be chickpecked, to be the slave
of three daughters, and they possessed
of the devil, appeared to me the lowest
depth of human degradation. So, be-
cause a wretched viper objected to the
fragrant vapour of a cigar, I was to be
deprived of my after-supper smoke.
For a moment my impulse was to kick
the counsellor, jump upon the basket,
and bolt from the house ; but calmer
thoughts succeeded, and I sat resign-
ed, merely secretly wishing that Oken
and the snake were sitting tete-a-tete
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in a Libyan desert or a Louisiana
swamp, and that I was a hundred
leagues from "Wiesenthal. I had
suffered so much all day that my
moral energy was completely gone.
I was overwhelmed by the rapid suc-
cession of unpleasant events. I started
at every noise, expecting to see Nim-
rod or Dieffenbach, or both of them,
enter the room and perpetrate some
fresh assault upon me. Nimrod would
of course begin snuffing the candles
with pistol- balls ; and DiefFenbach,
as soon as she observed my state of
nervous excitement, would insist upon
blisters and mustard-plasters, and per-
haps upon a little more phlebotomy.
Hitherto I had had but one sister at
a time to deal with. But if they formed
a triple alliance, and set upon me in
concert, I was lost, without hope of
rescue. Fortunately neither of the
elder sisters made their appearance,
and at last the youngest, to my great
relief, took up her basket and de-
parted. No sooner was she gone
than Frager, according to his custom,
tried to remove the disagreeable im-
pression she had made upon me. One
got accustomed in time, he said, to
her strange tastes and stranger pets,
and when once she was married she
would give up her researches in na-
tural history, and settle down into an
excellent wife. I was quite sick of
the simple old creature's infatuation
and apologies, and begged to be al-
lowed to go to bed.
" At last," said I to myself, on find-
ing myself alone in my room, " I
shall have a little repose after the
heat and burthen of the day, after all
my dangers and adventures." So tired
-was I that I immediately undressed,
blew out the lights, and sought my
"bed. Pulling back the clothes, I
stepped in, and much more hastily
jumped out again. I had come upon
some hard substance which moved
between the sheets. If I was not
greatly mistaken, it was a live tor-
toise. Whilst I deliberated whether
I should cry murder, sleep on the
sofa, or dress and leave the house,
something bit my great toe with such
violence that I actually yelled with
agony. A gigantic crawfish clung
to my foot. I kicked about in so
desperate a manner that I at last
shook the creature off, and I heard it
go with a crack against the wall. I
fled to the sofa. A horrible thought
assailed me. What if Frager, through
absence of mind, had ushered me into
Oken's museum and menagerie. This
appeared to me the more probable
that on all sides I heard strange
sounds, as if numerous creatures were
crawling, trotting, singing, and hum-
ming around me. Something flew up
to me with a buzz and a bounce, and
caught in my hair. I clutched at it,
and shuddered as I found in my grasp
a beetle as big as a sparrow. I dashed
it furiously from me, and had the sa-
tisfaction of hearing it smash against
some hard substance. Scarcely was
I rid of the beetle when I was bitten
sharply in the calf of the leg. I put
down my hand, but the creature had
done his work and gone, leaving a
severe smarting and irritation. I
know not whether it was he or one of
his friends who the next instant made
an onslaught upon my ankle. I be-
gan to hunt about for the match-box,
that I might at least see my enemies.
I sought in vain, and was quite un-
able to conjecture the nature of the
monsters that, during my search,
pinched, bit, and stung, and assailed
me in every conceivable manner.
Once or twice I trod with my bare
foot on hideous reptiles, whose cold
slimy touch made me leap into the
air. My capers would doubtless have
diverted any who saw them, but to
me it was no laughing matter. No
martyr of ancient times or victim of
the vehm-gericht ever suffered more
than I did in that chamber of horrors.
The monsters that congregate on the
bottom of the sea can hardly surpass
in variety the inmates of that room.
The darkness and my excited imagi-
nation further embellished them. Pre-
sently I heard a hiss. "A snake, by
all that's horrible ! " said I to myself,
*' about to coil round and devour me."
And I set up such an infernal clamour,
shouting and cursing, like Ajax when
wounded, that I must have been aud-
ible half a mile round the house. To
add to the turmoil, in my eagerness
to escape from something which I
heard coming after me with a sort of
clappering noise, I upset the table.
Several large boxes which stood upon
it were opened by the fall, and I im-
mediately perceived a great increase
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Courtship under Difficulties.
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of animation around me. I continued
to storm like a lunatic. It was all
one to me whether anybody in the
house slept or not. The awful row I
kept up at last roused the counsellor,
who made his appearance in his dress-
ing-gown, candle in hand. He at once
saw the cause of the disturbance.
" Hang the girl 1" he cried ; u she
will soon fill the whole house with her
zoological collection."
I put myself in mind of pictures I
had seen of Adam on the sixth day of
the creation, surrounded by all man-
ner of beasts and creeping things.
Frager led the way to another room,
which as yet was not invaded by
Oken's vermin.
" You have nothing to fear here,"
said my host ; and added, true to his
system of making the best of every-
thing, "you will sleep all the better
for your little misfortunes."
" Heaven grant it 1" sighed I, and
thought that I should have slept quite
well enough without them. After
searching the whole room, under the
bed, in the drawers and closets, and
satisfying myself that no specimens of
natural history, either alive or dead,
were there, I again got between the
sheets— this time without encounter-
ing a tortoise, but not the less deter-
mined to fly Wiesenthal at cockcrow.
With this wholesome resolve I stretch-
ed myself out and went to sleep, as I
presume the tortoise did in the bed
originally destined for me.
Scarce had Aurora, with her rosy fingers,
Tinged the hill-tops and bathed the plain in
dew,
when I was afoot and packing. Whilst
thus occupied, I reflected that, under
all the circumstances, French leave
was decidedly the best leave for me
to take, otherwise I should have a
regular fight with Frager, who would
never let me depart. When I halted
for the night, I would write him a let-
ter, telling him that, with the best
will in the world, I had been unable
longer to endure the eccentricities of
his charming daughters. I would put
it to him as gently as possible, so as
not to hurt his feelings ; and I felt sure
that when he reflected on all I had gone
through under his roof, he would not
feel surprised at my abrupt departure.
Nor could my uncle blame me, when
I told him of my tribulations, and re-
lated the conduct of the three mad
women.
Whilst pondering all these things, I
completed my packing. I made sure
that nobody would be stirring in the
house at that early hour, and at any
rate that the ladies would be deep in
their feather-beds. I was deliberat-
ing whether I should bravely shoulder
my portmanteau or leave it to be sent
after me, when the door burst open,
and to my immense consternation, in
strode Nimrod, a brace of duelling
pistols in her hand.
" Merciful heavens !" said I to my-
self, " torture begins again. It must
be owned that these amiable demons
go to work early."
Without salutation or ceremony
Nimrod strode up to me.
"Your conduct last night," she
said, " your ill-treatment of my sis-
ter's property, and barbarity to several
of her pets, are an insult to the family
and demand atonement. I have taken
the business into my hands. We will
exchange shots."
" Are you out of your mind ? " cried
I impatiently.
"You will soon see that," replied
Louisa, coldly and decidedly. " An-
swer me. Is it you who broke the
claw of that rare specimen of the lob-
ster tribe ? Is it you who threw the
horned beetle with such violence
against the wall tbat the poor crea-
ture is still unable to walk or fly ?
And are you the delinquent who up-
set the cases in which colonies of
spiders, earwigs, and centipedes had
long led a tranquil and happy life ?
Do you confess all these offences ?"
My politeness was clean gone. I
had come to consider Nimrod as a
man, and should as soon have thought
of putting on white kid gloves to sad-
dle a horse, as of using towards her
that subdued tone and those guarded
expressions one usually adopts with
the gentler sex.
" May the devil fly away with the
whole brood! "cried I, perfectly ex-
asperated at being called to account
for my defence against the menagerie.
"Follow me, sir," said Louisa;
" such expressions as these can be
washed out only with blood. Come,
sir ! "
" Nonsense !" I replied ; "I do not
fight duels with young ladies."
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44 Ha 1" cried Nimrod, stepping up
close to me, with raised pistol and an
unwholesome sparkle in ber eye ;
44 Nonsense, did you say ? Afraid, I
suppose. But it won't do. Follow
me, sir."
44 1 tell you again that I will not.
How could I answer to God and my
conscience for having levelled a pistol
at you?"
41 Need not to level it without you
choose. Fire in the air. I am the
aggrieved party, and will fire at you."
44 A thousand thanks."
44 For the last time I ask if you will
follow me ? If not, I declare you the
greatest coward that ever trod the
earth and called himself a man."
44 As you please."
44 Yes, but that is not all. You
shall carry away a mark that will re-
mind you, your life long, of your con-
duct this day.
44 A mark," said I to myself; 44 what
does the assassin mean? She is
capable of any crime." And I con-
fess I felt uneasy. Xouisa came
nearer and nearer, her pistol raised,
her countenance threatening. In her
eye there was something deadly and
alarming. I began to retreat. As I
drew back, she advanced, taking step
for step with me, her pistol aimed at
my head, her finger, as it seemed to
me, actually pressing the trigger. I
could bear it no longer.
44 Fiend!" I exclaimed, 4'for Hea-
ven's sake leave me in peace. I am
about to quit this inhospitable house."
" You are going away ? " cried Lou-
isa, in a strangely joyful tone, and
sinking the muzzle of her pistol.
44 1 heartily wish I had never come,"
was my answer; "nor would I but
for my uncle's desire."
44 Speak the truth!" said Louisa,
resuming her threatening tone. t4 It
was not your uncle's desire alone, but
views of your own, that brought you
to Wiesenthal. You wished to marry
me or one of my sisters."
44 Good heavens ! " I exclaimed,
44 marry you? I should as soon think
of marrying a Minie rifle. Never
dreamed of such a thing, I assure you.
Besides, I am engaged to be married
already."
44 What!" cried Louisa, perfectly
overjoyed. And she threw the pis-
tol away, and herself almost into my
arms. "What! you are engaged to
be married? Why did you not say
so before ? "
44 1 was not asked the question,"
replied I, quite taken aback by the
sudden embrace and change of mood.
41 You would have saved yourself a
deal of unpleasantness, poor fellow ! "
continued Louisa. " I would not have
shot at you, nor would Ernestine have
tormented you with her snake, nor
Emily have let you blood and drawn
your tooth."
44 1 should have been well pleased
to have been spared the last opera-
tion," said I.
44 You would have found us all very
amiable, good-tempered girls."
44 1 have no doubt of it, since you
say so; but I really do not under-
stand—"
" I will explain," said the trans-
formed Nimrod, who each moment
became gentler and more charming.
44 It is a secret ; but we, too, are en-
gaged to be married."
"All three?"
44 All three. Notwithstanding our
rather masculine tastes, we are women
at heart."
44 1 am glad to hear it."
44 Are you ? And surprised, too,
apparently. Well, never mind ; you
will learn to know us better. But
our father, kind and indulgent though
he be, is a great deal too practical in
love matters. He thinks too much
about what he calls 4 good matches,'
and unfortunately the men of our
choice do not come under that head.
One is a lieutenant with nothing but
his pay, the other a clergyman with-
out a living, the third an artist whose
pictures nobody buys."
" May I venture to inquire which
of the three the beautiful Louisa has
honoured with her preference ? "
"The clergyman."
" The clergyman ! " I repeated, per-
fectly astonished.
44 You think me rather too wild to
be a parson's wife ? "
44 Well," I replied, as her sharp-
shooting exploits recurred to my mind,
" a preacher of peace and a daring
sportswoman — "
44 Love levels everything," returned
Louisa, with enchanting frankness.
44 And do you think I cannot be gentle
when I please ? "
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Courtship under Difficulties.
733
"I think that to you nothing is
impossible."
" When it is to pleasure him — no-
thing!" she answered, with a touch of
the old Nimrod energy. The next
instant the woman resumed the as-
cendant. She cast down her eyes,
and blushed divinely at the confes-
sion that had escaped her. Then,
recovering herself: "Not a word, I
entreat, to my father of what I
have told you. He would never for-
give us. We pray to Heaven day
and night to improve the circum-
stances of the men of our choice, for
whose sake we have already driven
more than one wooer from Wiesenthal.
When a danger of that kind ap-
proaches, we form our plans, and if
one of us does not succeed in repel-
ling it, another surely does. Confess
whether, even if you had not already
given away your heart, you would
have sought one of us as a wife after
yesterday's adventures ? "
u Not if you had had provinces for
your dowry," was my uncivil but
honest reply.
" Many thanks," said Louisa,
laughing. " An excellent proof of the
efficacy of our measures."
I now had to tell my new friend
about my love affairs, and how it
was that I found myself nearly in the
same position as herself, since my
uncle had no idea of my attachment to
Minnie, the poor widow's daughter.
To make a long story short, I was in-
troduced over again to Dieffenbach,
who no longer menaced my masti-
cators, or flourished a lancet, and to
Oken, now unaccompanied by her
•viper, and I found the three sisters as
amiable as I the day before had
thought them detestable. I was
obliged to promise to remain a few
days longer at Wiesenthal. To con-
firm our alliance, prove my forgive-
ness, and heap coals of fire upon the
heads of my tormentors, I volunteered
to undertake the delicate task of in-
terceding with the counsellor, and de-
clared that I would not leave the
house until he had given his consent
to his daughters' marriage with the
men they preferred. Upon receiving
this promise, the sisters were near
killing me with kindness and caresses.
It was no small thing I had pledged
myself to perform, but, thus encourag-
ed, I felt myself equal to any dif-
ficulty. We held a council of war,
and that same day the siege began.
I worked hard in the trenches, was
repeatedly under fire, and had to
repel several smart sorties. On the
first day I made little progress, but,
encouraged by the imploring looks
and honied words of the female
besieging army, I persisted, and held
my ground. Frager proved an obsti-
nate old fortress. Fond though he
was of his daughters, and generally
indulgent and easy-going, in some
things he was stubborn as any mule.
However, on the evening of the
second day I had opened a breach,
and on the third I headed the storm-
ing party. Thereupon the enemy
hung out the white flag, and asked
for a day's truce. This was granted,
but a strict blockade was maintained.
The truce expired, the storming party
again advanced, capitulation ensued,
and general rejoicings celebrated our
triumph.
The betrothal of the three sisters
was now officially announced, and the
customary festival was to take place
in a fortnight. I was to be there, and
to bring Minnie with me. For, as a
good deed rarely goes unrewarded,
Frager, my conquered foe, undertook
to intercede with my uncle and ob-
tain his consent. And so, after
another happy day at Wiesenthal, I
departed, a tooth the poorer than on
my arrival, but radiant with victory
and rich in hope.
It was long since I had seen my
worthy uncle laugh so heartily as at
the narration of my adventures with
the counsellor's daughters. It put
him in such a fine humour that
when Frager, true to his promise,
made his appearance a day or two
later, he had much less difficulty than
I expected in obtaining his consent to
my union with Minnie. A fortnight
afterwards, a happy party was as-
sembled at Wiesenthal; I made the ac-
quaintance of the parson, the dragoon,
and the painter, and was obliged to
admit that Nimrod, Dieffenbach, and
Oken had shown both good taste
and good judgment in their choice.
My day's adventures at Wiesenthal
were of course again brought upon
the tapis, and were a source of never-
ending mirth. The three young men
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who, indirectly, were the cause of my
misfortunes, cordially consoled with
me. But Dieffenbach, the operator,
declared (and let this be the moral
of my tale) that the loss of the tooth
was but a just punishment for going
to look at other women when I was
already a plighted and accepted lover ;
a sentiment in which her sisters and
Minnie (especially the latter) most
cordially concurred.
Before a year was out, there were
four weddings at Wiesenthal. Since
then, two more years have elapsed,
bringing on their wings various
changes, most of them for the better.
Although I did not marry exactly as
my uncle wished, he did not the less
make me his partner. Nimrod, en-
grossed with gentler cares, is no
longer a sporting character ; much to
the satisfaction of her husband, who
has a pleasant country living. Dieffen-
bach has long since retired from me-
dical practice, and the dragoon, now a
captain, is quartered a few miles from
Wiesenthal. Oken pets a baby in-
stead of a snake. The painter has
thrown away his unprofitable palette,
has taken to agriculture, and lives with
his father-in-law, whose estate he
manages. Such are the satisfactory
results of my " Courtship under
Difficulties."
OUR RURAL POPULATION AND THE WAR.
A GREAT revolution is taking
place in the character of our popula-
tion. For fifty years it has been
going on rapidly, changing alike the
physical and moral constitution of the
British race. The old preponderance
of the rural element in our population
has vanished, and every year the
nation is becoming more purely urban.
What such a revolution portends, we
shall see in the sequel ; in the mean
time, let us express our satisfaction
that the phenomenon has at length,
in some measure, attracted public
attention. The rough-and-ready pro-
cesses of a season of war doubtless
engender abuses of a certain kind;
but peace is quite as good a shelterer
of error. Peace and war come by
turns upon the world, that each may
make manifest the errors and abuses
that have grown up under the other.
No kind of suffering is all loss, — in
fact, suffering never fails to be its
own recompense if we do but learn
the lessons it is fitted to teach. This
is true even in the case of individuals,
who live but their short threescore
years and ten ; how much more true
is it of nations, to whose existence as
free and happy agents nature has
fixed no term save that imposed by
their own foolishness. Yes, a New
Zealander, as it has been fancied,
may yet stand upon London Bridge,
and, gazing upon a stagnant stream
beneath him and a mouldering city
around, be lost in awe at the
wreck of the mightiest civilisatioo
that ever dominated the world. Yes,
a foreign foe may yet set his heel upon
England's neck, and annex her as a
tributary isle to his far-spread Con-
tinental realms. But never will that
hour come — never will the Queen of
the Seas, the parent of half a world's
civilisation, thus totter to her fall,
until her own children have betrayed
her, — until the British race have lost
its manliness— have sunk its physical
and moral vigour in the heated atmo-
sphere of an over-civilisation and all-
pervading town-life, and have aban-
doned the free generous spirit of its
prime in an absorbing desire for the
mere creature-comforts of existence.
After forty years of peace, we are
again at war ; we want an army, and
recruits come in but slowly. We
cannot even keep our handful of
militia regiments at half their com-
plement ; and for service abroad, we
have been hunting for the last twelve-
month for foreigners — Germans,
Italians, Poles, Turks, Americans —
and have got into all manner of poli-
tical desagremens by our desperate
efforts to procure their services. We
do not wonder that France should
have begun to mutter discontent-
ment at our efforts, and doubts as to
whether we do not design to shirk
our part in the war- alliance. During
the present year, our army in the
Crimea has not averaged above half
the strength of the native British
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735
troops which Wellington led into
France in 1814 ; and yet the number
of males at the military age in this
country has nearly doubled since then.
The number of men who ought to be
capable of bearing arms is in round
numbers 3,200,000; and yet, after
two years' recruiting for as arduous a
contest as ever Great Britain engaged
in, our army in the Crimea does not
exceed 50,000 men ! This is a curious
and certainly startling phenomenon,
and sundry minor circumstances of a
similar complexion intensify the un-
pleasant aspect of affairs. No one
who has read the Biography of Sir
John Sinclair by his accomplished
son, can have forgotten the con-
duct of that patriotic Scotchman in
1794, when the national defences were
the subject of as anxious thought to
the Government as they are at pre-
sent,—how he offered Mr Pitt to set
the example of raising a regiment on
his own estate, and to command it
himself — and how, in seven months'
time from the acceptance of his offer,
the "Caithness Regiment" passed a
favourable inspection at Inverness
before General Monro. "The bat-
talion," we are told, " was at first
600 strong, but Sir John subsequently
increased the number of his men to
1000. They were dressed in a hand-
some Highland uniform ; and it was
noted that nineteen of the officers
averaged above six feet high."* A
thousand stalwart men in a few months
from estates in barren Caithness !
How are we fallen ! Several Scottish
counties united fail to produce half
as many militiamen now.f What is
the cause of this? Is it the people,
or the people's leaders that are failing?
Is it the gentry, or their tenantry?
Alas ! where are their tenantry ? A
few big names scattered at long dis-
tances— that is all we find, —
" Rari nantes in gurgite vasto ! "
The cottars and yeomen — the free
tillers of the soil, the essence of our
rural population — are gone ; and a
thin race of hirelings and vagrant
workers is what we now find in their
room.
Several times during the last ten
years has the Magazine, aided by the
brilliant pen of Sir A. Alison and the
earnest contributions of his philan-
thropic brother, endeavoured to direct
attention to this change in our popu-
lation, and to the disastrous results
which it forebodes to the power
and wellbeing of the empire. The
present is a favourable season for
recurring to the subject. The dif-
ficulty of finding recruits for the
army is a fact at once so patent,
so novel, and so startling, that gene-
ral attention is being drawn to the
depopulation of our rural districts as
the prime cause of this difficulty. It
is so unquestionably, — but the subject
is of still wider and profounder signi-
ficance than this; and we gladly avail
ourselves of the present awakening of
the public mind, to examine briefly
into the whole matter, and to set
forth some evils of the change at pre-
sent at work in the character of our
population, other and far more abiding
than the difficulty of finding soldiers
for the war.
A recent slapdash haphazard article
in the Times, directed against the
Highland landowners for their "clear-
ances," and the consequent want of
recruits for Sir Colin's brigade in the
Crimea, had the good effect of setting
people to talk and think of the matter.
The subject, as we knew would be the
case, has proved a much graver one
than people imagined. The Census
tables have been looked into, and the
question of the depopulation has been
looked at from almost every point of
view, — and what is the result? What
are the facts now thoroughly esta-
* This noble corps was disbanded in 1806, — their Colonel taking leave of them ia
front of his house in Charlotte Square, Edinburgh ; upon which occasion not a man
was unfit for duty. General Vyse well said that " he had often heard of a regiment
of 1000 men, but never till then had he seen one." The greater part of the regiment
immediately afterwards enlisted in the line for foreign service.
•f* The complement fixed for the militia regiment furnished by the three counties
of Roxburgh, Selkirk, and Dumfries, is 500 men, and the regiment, though a fine-
one as regards physique, is 100 men short. Most of the other regiments are much
more deficient ; so that instead of 10,000 men, the Scottish militia at present only
musters about 4500 !
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blished ? We shall not speak of Ire-
land, where the decrease of a million
and a half of the rural population is
too notorious to need remark, and
produced by causes too exceptional to
be treated as part of that steady re-
volution upon which we desire to com-
ment. Let us look merely at Scot-
land and England, and in the changes
there observable we shall find ample
cause for reflection.
Take the northern half of the king-
dom first, — and what do we find? One-
half of the parishes, and two-thirds of
the area, of Scotland are decreasing
in population ! The fact, which we
may well call astounding, is estab-
lished by the last Census Returns, and
is acknowledged by all parties to be
indisputable. Over two-thirds of its
extent, Scotland has suffered a positive
diminution in the number of its inha-
bitants,— a diminution not merely re-
lative (that is to say, with reference
to the increase of the population gene-
rally), but absolute,— the population
in those parts falling short of the
amount which it once reached. And
what deserves to be noticed is, that
the decrease is UNIVERSAL throughout
the rural districts. The wastes of
Sutherland, the bleak mountains of
Argyll, are hardly (if at all) decreas-
ing faster than the rich straths and
carses of the Lowlands — than the
green hills of the Borders, or the
Arcadian region of the Ettrick and
Yarrow. Bonnie Teviotdale with its
sunny haughs, and the sheltered val-
ley-land of the bright-running Tweed,
exhibit the same phenomena as do the
bleaker valleys of the Nith and the
Spey. " The Flowers o' the Forest
are a' wede away !" The lament for
the loss of the bone and sinew of the
country after the disastrous fight of
Flodden, may be renewed now with
still more justice and not less regret.
War made the first clearance, — Peace
and false theories have done the last.
War has swept away its thousands,
but Peace its tens of thousands. The
so-called " progress of society " is
sweeping our peasantry from the
fields. The acres which their fathers
rented or owned, are now merged in
the latifundia that are creeping over
the country ; and they themselves have
either emigrated, or gone to swell the
pauperism and sink into the physical
degeneracy of the factory-towns. A
Juggernaut civilisation is crushing
them beneath the wheels of its onward
car.
It is hardly a century since a re-
bellion of the Highland Clans sufficed
to shake the British throne to its
base, — where is that host of match-
less soldiers now ? We have it on re-
cord* that in 1745 there were upwards
* The following Returns, prepared by the Lord President Forbes of Cullodea
for the information of the Government in 1745, give the number of able-bodied fight-
ing men the Clans could bring to the field on three days' notice — (See Brown's His-
Argyll ., ._.,_ v .,
Breadalbane
Lochnell, and other Campbel s
M'Leans
M'Lauchlans
Stewart of Appin
M'Dougalls
Stewart of Grandtully
Clan Gregor
Duke of Atholl .
Farquharsons .
Duke of Gordon .
Orant of Grant .
Mackintosh „
Macphersons
Frasers ; .
Grants of Glenmorriston
Chisholms
Duke of Perth
Cromarty, Scatwall, Gairloch
other Mackenzies
and
3000
1000
1000
500
200
300
200
300
700
3000
500
300
850
800
400
900
150
200
300
1500
Carryforward, . . 16,100
Brought forward, 16,100
Seaforth . 1000
Laird of Menzies 300
Munroes 300
The Rosses 500
Sutherland 2000
Mackays 800
Sinclairs 1100
M'Donald of Sleat 700
M'Donaldof Clanranald 700
M'Donnell of Glengary 500
M'Donnell of Keppoch 300
M'Donald of Glencoe 130
Robertsons . . 200
Camerons . , 800
M'Kinnon . . 200
M'Leod . . 700
The Duke of Montrose; the Earls
of Bute, and Moray; Macfar-
lanes, M'Neills, M'Nabs,
M'Naughtons, and Lamonts, 5600
31,930
1855.]
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737
of 30,000 able-bodied clansmen in the
Highlands, fit for home or foreign
service, — every man of them, alike in
frame and spirit, a warrior. There is
not a tithe of that number now ; and
many districts which furnished their
500, 700, or 800 soldiers in time of
the wars, are now without a single
human being in them but a shepherd
or two and a brace of gamekeepers.
Even the Western Isles, now noted
only for their poverty, were once a
nursery for brave soldiers ; — and it is
stated that the Island of Skye alone fur-
nished during the Peninsular War, no
fewer than 21 lieutenant-generals and
major-generals, 48 lieutenant- colonels,
600 majors, captains, and subalterns,
10,000 foot - soldiers, 120 pipers —
besides 3 persons for the public ser-
vice, 4 Governors of British colonies,
1 Governor-General, 1 Chief Baron of
England, and 1 Judge of the Supreme
Court of Scotland. Well might the
clergyman who made the statement *
ask if it was credible that a people
who have manifested so much spirit,
industry, and enterprise, are the su-
pine indolent race which some, who
know not the untoward condition in
which they are now placed, have as-
serted. u He had been a parish-
minister there," he said, "for a num-
ber of years, and a more loyal, peace-
able, patient, and well-disposed class
of men were not to be found in her
Majesty's dominions, though at pre-
sent they are in the very depths of
poverty."
Races do not change their cha-
racter in a day ; and if the energy
and martial spirit of the Highlanders
have disappeared from view, the
cause of the phenomenon is to be found
in the untoward change that has been
imposed upon their outward condi-
tion. The Highlands were once, to all
intents and purposes, the property of
the Clans; but, says Hugh Miller,
" by the introduction of the English
doctrine of property, the old system
of customary occupation was entirely
superseded, and a new system substi-
tuted, which threw vast territories
into the absolute control of single in-
dividuals, who had previously been
only the representatives of their tribe,
and who had held the lands not as
their own, but in virtue of their office
as chiefs or petty sovereigns, who
ruled over a given district, and ad-
ministered the public affairs of the
clan." Some of the Highland Chiefs
have not been forgetful of this ; and
the late M'Neill of Colonsay, (father
of the excellent Lord President of the
Court of Session) once astounded
some "man of progress" who was
advising him to make clearances, by
answering, more emphatically than
we need here print, that " his people
had as good a right to the land as
himself ! " The gradual result, how-
ever, of the introduction of the English
doctrine of property into the High-
lands has been, that the lands, in-
stead of progressing in fertility un-
der the care of their hereditary occu-
piers, have been in a great degree
thrown out of cultivation. " The
cottage and the croft have been her-
ried to make way for grouse and
deer ; and, so far as the production of
food is concerned — food available for
the ordinary purposes of life — hun-
dreds of thousands of acres that once
grew, and supported soldiers second
to none who ever stepped, might as
well be sunk in the bottom of the sea.
Not only are they not cultivated, but,
in some cases, they are not even to
be seen.'1'1 To say that the aggregate
population of the Highlands has not
decreased, only serves to bring out
more forcibly the contrast between
their past and present condition. The
men are there, but of what sort ? The
general population of the kingdom has
trebled since 1750, but what has been
the fate of the Highlanders? They
have been removed from their glens
in the interior, where they and their
fathers had lived for centuries, and
planted forcibly on the sea-shore,
sometimes on as barren spots as
could be selected. Although naturally
indisposed to a seafaring life, and
without any previous training or ex-
perience, they were forced to de-
pend for subsistence on the sea and a
niggard patch of the neighbouring
muir. The only escape from this
stern lot has been by Emigration;
and the consequence is, that the po-
* The Rev. Alexander M'Gregor, late minister of the Gaelic Church, Edinburgh,
and now in Inverness.
738
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[Dec.
pnlation has been riddled, as it were,
by emigration-agents, — removing the
strong and able-bodied, and leaving
behind the weak, the aged, and the
helpless to famine and destitution.
" Battling for years with hanger, cold,
disease, and discomfort in every
shape, attributed — right or wrong —
to the original forcible removal from
their ancient hearths, who can won-
der at a pauperised population, at a
dearth of military spirit, at the ex-
tinction of the feelings of clanship ?
The population is there ; poverty even
tending to fecundity — not spread,
however, over the country according
to the ordinary mode, but gathered in
patches along the sea- coast — sheep
and deer being the only denizens of
the inland straths once gladdened by
the busy hum of men."
" The conversion of small holdings
into large farms, which ruined Rome,
has destroyed Scotland," says the
French historian Michelet, who has
learnt from a study of the past that
military strength and a free rural po-
pulation are indispensable to the last-
ing prosperity of a country. Curious
signs are still to be seen of the extent
to which corn-culture was carried
under the old cottar-system of Scot-
land. Every one has heard of the
"Fairy rings" in pasture-ground,—
those strange markings on turf or
amidst the heather, which erewhile
were held to indicate the place where
fairies in their green mantles had
been tripping in the pale moonlight.
These elf-furrows cannot of them-
selves tell the date at which they were
first formed — whether they are me-
morials of a time almost beyond tra-
dition, and of the enterprising agricul-
ture of the early Dalriadic ages, —
neither do they determine explicitly
the time at which cultivation receded
from these upland altitudes, but they
suffice to show how corn was grown
once on districts now resigned to the
grouse and the plover. " If the
parts of Scotland south of the Forth
were submerged to the depth of 800
feet, all the wheat-growing districts
would disappear, — and on the ground
left uncovered there would be pre-
sented some patches of barley and
rye, some pease and potatoes, a large
breadth of good oats, and for the sake
of the sheep, a still greater extent
of fair turnips; but, perhaps, nine-
tenths of the dry land would be cover-
ed with heather, bent, and pasture.
In the lowest parts of this pasture,
however, elf-furrows would appear;
and especially on the sides of the
hopes, — i.e., valleys having only one
end, the other being lost as they rise
up amongst the hills. Many south-
country sheep-farms retain this word
in the names by which they are dis-
tinguished,— such as Charlieshope,
Corsehope, and Blackhope. The
marks of former culture observable in
these districts may tell the time when
the outfield and infield system of cul-
ture prevailed, and also of the time
when, by the enlargement of farms, a
sufficiency of ground for culture was
found in the infields, or lower part of
the hopes, and the outfields were
allowed to revert into permanent pas-
turage. Many portions of inferior
soil went out of culture in this way,
when the prices of grain had fallen
after Waterloo."* In the Highland
districts these elf-furrows sometimes
occupy positions so bare and exposed
as to render it evident that sheltering
forests must in former times have risen
still higher on the hill-sides ; and iu
so far as these woods have disappear-
ed, cultivation cannot now be carried
so high up as formerly, unless the
woods be replaced. Nevertheless it
is the abolition of the rights founded
on the old Scottish system of " cus-
tomary tenure," that has been the
main agent of destruction, by sweep-
ing away the small fertile crofts, and
merging them into estates which
bear too much the character of vast
solitudes.
Sheep and black cattle may be
more remunerative to the large High-
land farmer of the present day than
corn ; but it is still to be desired that
corn-culture were restored to some
parts of the Highland glens, so that
the independent race of Highland
crofters may not altogether disap-
pear. It is stated by Mr M'Intosh
in his Book of the Garden, that
the peach, the apricot, and many of
our finest apples and pears, ripen in
some parts of Ross-shire better than
* Quoted from an article on " Elf-furrows" in the Perthshire Courier.
1855.]
Our Rural Population and the War.
739
they do in many districts of North-
umberland, even at the same height
above the sea ; and it may safely be
concluded that the lowness of the
cultivated zone in the West High-
lands, confined as it is to a few crofts
near the sea-shore, is caused by some-
thing else than distance from the
equator. Some proprietors are re-
storing the plantations that formerly
sheltered the face of the country.
Let them restore also the inducements
to pains-taking industry which former-
ly lent vigour to the peasant's arm as
he worked in his little field, and they
will render no light service to their
country. Without a proportion of
small farms in the Highlands, the
shepherds, the ploughmen, and the la-
bourers can never rise above the rank
of servants,-— there will be no induce-
ment for them to save money for the
purpose of stocking a small " haddin "
of their own, in their old days; and
as men have already disappeared be-
fore feathered and four-footed game,
so will the ancient feeling of Highland
independence vanish before rapidly
increasing poor-rates. To show (if
proof be needed) that we advocate no
impracticable scheme, and to pay a
tribute where tribute is richly due,
let [us select a few sentences from a
letter from Mr Dempster of Skibo,
which lately appeared in the news-
papers,— and let it be remembered
that the estates of this painstaking
and patriotic proprietor lie in the
most northerly part of Scotland.
Opposing the system of enlarging
farms to the exclusion of all small
ones, he says : —
. . . . " A part of ray own estate
in Sutherland is held by a tenantry pay-
ing from five pounds a-year, and even less,
to fifteen. These families have in many
cases been on the estate for generations ;
they live in very considerable comfort, as
is testified by their annual purchases of
groceries, broadcloth, and the like ; they
pay with average punctuality rents which,
though moderate, are not much less than
large farms would yield, after allowing
for the cost of a superior style of build-
ings ; and they are, I say it most positive-
ly, industrious and sober. Would it be
right in me to remove these hundred
families for no reason than that their
numbers are distasteful to some politico-
economist or statistician ? — or because he
would tell me that,, after maintaining
themselves, they cannot contribute much
to the general food-resources of the
empire? That they do not fulfil this
last requirement is true ; but I maintain
that they contribute very largely to the
prosperity of the neighbouring towns
and villages, and through these to that
of many other classes.
" Again, the condition of mere labourers
— let noble lords and mechanics' institutes
do their best — is still one from which these
useful individuals may well hope, by fru-
gality and exertion, to rise to something
better ; and to what can they look but
to the occupancy and improvement of a
small farm ? — and why should this re-
source be closed to them, and to many
other humble and contented citizens, to
whom a lease of ten acres of tolerable
land — even though hitherto uncultivated
— is a perfect heaven of happiness, if not
of rest, for the remainder of their lives ?
1 hold that a gradation of ranks, even
among the industrious classes, is essential
to a thriving and improving commu-
nity. It is true that care should be
taken to prevent these small farms being
still farther reduced. And I readily
admit that I take advantage myself of
opportunities as they rise, to enlarge
these little farms where the juxtaposition
of a thriving and an unthriving tenant
seems to invite me to do so ; and I have
also removed tenants, though generally
only from one part of the estate to an-
other, where their chance location stood
in the way of well-considered plans of
tillage or planting. To be deterred from
doing this would be to surrender the
rights and to abdicate the duties of pro-
perty ; and had I yielded to abuse or
clamour in one or two cases such as I
have named, I should never have been
able to create those woods which have so
much added to the beauty of the district,
and, let me add, to the convenience of the
inhabitants, as well as to the income of
the owner.
" Any person doubting these state-
ments may easily verify them by looking
at the tenantry I have named. He will
find them growing turnips and using
lime ; and if their surplus labour is often
employed elsewhere, its produce returns
home with themselves. While this is the
condition of so many respectable and com-
fortable people, it will require better
argument than any I have yet heard to
induce me to reverse the system on which
I have all my life acted ; and I earnestly
hope that such will be the resolution of
the owners of estates in this part of Scot-
land generally."
But it is not the Highlands only
that have been depopulated. The
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[Dec.
diminution of the rural population is
almost as great in the Lowlands. In
the five Highland counties of Argyll,
Inverness, Perth, Ross, and Suther-
land, 156 out of their 211 parishes
show an actual decrease, — a propor-
tion one-fourth greater than that ex-
hibited by the country generally ;
and in the rural districts of Suther-
land there is only one person to each
59 acres, — being the thinnest popula-
tion in Scotland. But even in the
most fertile of the mainly agricultural
counties of the Lowlands, more than
a half of the parishes are decreasing
in population. Excluding in both
cases the town-population, so as to
get at the state of the rural territory,
we find that the population to the
square mile in the shires of Selkirk,
Peebles, Kirkcudbright, and Dumfries,
is only a shade less sparse than it is in
Inverness, Ross, Argyll, and Perth ;
and the population of the bleak isles
of Lewis and Skye is nearly three
times greater in proportion to their
extent than that of the infinitely more
fertile Selkirkshire! M. Michelet's
statement, it will thus be seen, is no ex-
aggeration. False theories, and the
consequent sweeping away of small
holdings, is ruining, not merely the
Highlands, but the best districts of
Scotland. " With the extension of
sheep-farming," says a writer, detail-
ing the successive steps in the work
of depopulation, " much land in the
Border counties employed in raising
inferior grain was thrown into pasture.
Small farms at the same time were
swallowed up in large ones. On each
farm, however, there was almost
always found a resident tenant ; shep-
herds, labourers, cotters, were scatter-
ed in fair proportions throughout the
district. Other changes, however,
occurred. Farms were added to
farms already too large ; labour, ex-
cept what was indispensable to tend-
ing the flocks, was altogether dis-
pensed with ; population was dis-
couraged ; houses, unlet, became ruin-
ous and disappeared." In the High-
lands, difference of language present-
ed for a while a formidable barrier to
emigration, but in the Border counties
no such obstacles existed. Educated,
enterprising, and self-reliant, the Bor-
der peasants began to quit as the field
of exertion became narrowed. Resi-
dent tenants in those pastoral districts
became the exception, and Emigration
set in on so enormous a scale as to
drain the very life-blood from the
country.
Turn to England, and we find the
same sad spectacle. Between 1831
and 1841 not a single county (though
many parishes) showed a decrease of
population ; but in the ten years
which followed — namely, from 1841
to 51 — as we learn from the last
Census, no fewer than twenty-seven
entire counties have undergone a di-
minution ! If the abolition of the old
system of customary occupation paved
the way for the Highland "clear-
ances," the enclosure of the commons
has not been without a similar, though
lesser, effect upon the rural population
of England. " Both measures," says
Hugh Miller, " had essentially the
same result in one respect, — essential-
ly a different result in another. They
both left a country population com-
posed of a very small number of great
landed proprietors, surrounded by a
dependent and almost subject tenantry,
outside of which remained the mass
of those who live by labour alone, —
who have been cast loose from all in-
terest in the soil, and who are regard-
ed as machines for the execution of
work." In England, it is true, the en-
closure of the commons brought these
lands into cultivation, — unlike the cor-
responding measure in the Highlands,
which threw the lands out of cultiva-
tion. " Still, even supposing that the
produce after the enclosure was five or
ten times greater than before, it was
more advantageous to the peasantry,
(that is, to the great body of the rural
population) to have only the fifth or
the tenth as their own, than to be de-
prived of it altogether, and to see ten
times the produce passing into the
hands of the great landlords and great
agriculturists. The landlords and far-
mers acquired wealth, the peasants
went on the parish, and were support-
ed by the parish-rates." Besides the
decline in the numbers of the English
peasantry, there has, we regret to
say, been a simultaneous lagging be-
hind in their comforts and condition.
Take the case of Lincolnshire,— the
best- cultivated district in England,
and the very paradise of the agri-
cultural labourer. Comparing the
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Our Rural Population and the War.
741
rate of wages and price of provisions
in that county in 1797-8-9, the period
over which Arthur Young's report ex-
tends, with those current in 1849, when
Mr Clarke's prize-essay on the farming
of Lincolnshire was written, we find
that the labourer's command over
the necessaries of life has remain-
ed stationary, if not retrograded,
while the rental of the county has in-
creased 87 per cent ! Thus the only
parties benefited by the improvements
in farming and general progress of the
county have been the landlords and
tenants, while the farm-labourers are
no better off than they were half-a-
century ago. Can we wonder that
our rural population should emigrate,
when they thus find themselves sta-
tionary in comfort, while not only
their employers, but every other class
of the community around them, have
immensely improved ?
With the help of Mr Clarke's prize-
essay, and Mr Young's report, let us
look a little closer into the condition
of Lincolnshire now and at the close
of last century. In 1799, Mr Young
spoke of Lincolnshire as the county
in which wages were higher than in
any other part of the kingdom, poor-
rates lower, and able-bodied paupers
fewer. And he thus writes of the
condition of the labourer : "It is im-
possible to speak too highly of the
cottage-system of Lincolnshire, where
land, gardens, cows, and pigs are so
generally in the hands of the poor.
On views of humanity and benevo-
lence, it is gratifying to see that class
of the people comfortable, upon whom
all others depend. Wherever that
system is found, poor-rates are low.
And another object yet more impor-
tant is, the attachment men must in-
evitably feel to their country when
they participate in its prosperity."
Here are the same " small hold-
ings" whose disappearance we have
recorded in the case of Scotland, — we
have likewise to record their disap-
pearance in England. In 1800-1,
Mr Gourlay (as we learn from the
Annals of Agriculture), visited forty
villages chiefly in Lincolnshire, ave-
raging 326 inhabitants, or sixty-five
families each, and in each he found at
least fifteen cottagers (or every fourth
family) keeping cows, and occupying
on the average 6£ acres. " At the
present time," says Mr Clarke, writ-
ing in 1849, u gardens are very gene-
rally attached to the cottages; but
the six acres of ground have been
much curtailed, and the cows are com-
paratively rare." Mr Gourlay tells
us that in those parishes where the
cottagers had a croft and cows, the
poor-rates averaged Is. 5£d. in the
pound; while in those where there
were few or no crofts and cows, they
were four times as much, or 5s. lid. ;
and he gave, moreover, a table show-
ing that the poor-rates increased in
exact proportion as the number of
cottagers keeping cows diminished.
In several articles on this subject
in the Mark-Lane Express, a return
to the cottage- system is very strongly
advocated. Speaking of the English
farm-labourer, that journal says : —
" The clearing system has deprived him
of a home ; he has rarely a cow, and, in-
stead of a warm supper, he eats dry
bread, after the fashion of some counties
where wages are low, or bolts raw bacon
with it, after the fashion of others where
they are high. The amended Law of Set-
tlement will restore that home of which
the ' clearing-system' has deprived him,
and by so depriving him has greatly con-
tributed to drive him to the beer-shop. He
who trudges, daily, miles enough to consti-
tute of itself a day's work, between the
farm on which he toils and the town or
village where he ' bides ' — for one of
this class well knew the distinction be-
tween biding and living — must not be
judged too harshly if he seeks in beer,
rather than in wholesome food, a stimu-
lus to his flagging spirits and exhausted
strength. The fault is with those who
pulled down his cottage, and sent him
within the reach of temptation. A Union-
rating will correct this evil, and will
cause dwellings for the labourer to arise
on the farm at which he works, with
gardens attached, with which to amuse
his leisure hours. And the farmer will
in time find it his interest to adopt
the northern system, which we have so
frequently recommended, of keeping a
cow for him.
In every district, whether wages be
paid by the year in kind, or by the
week in money, a number of cottages
with five or six acres of land attached,
are desirable, as a source whence occa-
sional labour may be derived for that
work which is now performed by itin-
erants, or by residents who are merci-
lessly dismissed to the parish, when the
busy season is over. They are desir-
742
able also as an h amble kind of indepen-
dence, to which the labourer may hope to
raise himself; but the keeping of cows
by the population who labour on large
farms, will, in the present state of things,
be more generally and easily effected, by
making the keep of a cow on the land of
the farmer part of their wages."
With these striking facts before us
in England and Scotland, we need not
go to Ireland, and point to the alto-
gether unparalleled flight of a million
and a-half of the peasantry from its
unhappy shores. That Exodus was
a reaction from the former abnormal
social condition of Ireland, where ab-
senteeism and a dozen other baneful
influences had given birth to a state
of things without a parallel in the
civilised world. But we must caution
Irish landlords against the natural
mistake of now flying to the other
extreme ; and, with all deference to
young Lord Stanley, we agree witb
Mr Dempster of Skibo in thinking that
it would be a very great evil indeed
were the system of enlarging farms,
which his lordship inculcates, to be
allowed to extirpate the small hold-
ings, and inflict on Ireland that undue
thinning of the rural population which
it has already accomplished in Scot-
land and England.
Such, then, are the facts of this
depopulation of our rural districts, —
facts carefully collected, and, we be-
lieve, most impartially stated. Let
us consider their import. Firstly, it
is manifest that an entire change is
taking place in the relations of the
British people to the British soil.
Instead of several millions of our
people having a share or direct inte-
rest in the soil of their country — as
would have been the case had small
properties and the cottage-system con-
tinued until now,— the number of pro-
prietors is dwindling down to a handful,
and the tenants, owing to the enlarge-
ment of farms, are undergoing a corre-
sponding diminution. This separation
of them from the soil, takes away the
independent spirit which used to char-
acterise our rural population, and also
raises an insurmountable barrier to
their rising in the social scale, — conse-
quences in some respects unjust, and
in every respect to be regretted. Nor,
to our mind, is the position of our
landed proprietors improved by this
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[Dec.
change. To judge of the real charac-
ter of a change, you must consider the
future as well as the present ; and, to
one thus calmly considering the matter,
the question suggests itself, — though
their estates are enlarging, is the posi-
tion of our proprietors so secure ? Are
they not like mountains scarping away
their own base, — inverted pyramids
trying upon how small a support they
can stand? Any system that severs
the landed proprietors of a country
from the direct sympathy of, founded
upon a community of interest with, the
rural population, will be viewed as-
kance by the patriot who loves his
country, and by the philosopher who
foresees the future. A landed aristo-
cracy need not trust its rights and
privileges to the guardianship of the
towns, — yet our people are becoming
every year more urban ; it must ever
rest mainly on the rural population, yet
these we are yearly sweeping away.
Thus there is a present social de-
terioration and a future political dan-
ger in the change now at work in our
rural districts. Secondly, there is a,
physical deterioration taking place
among our people. We need not say
that rural life and rural labour in all
countries produce the healthiest and
most robust portion of the people.
That is beyond question. But look
at the manufacturing towns into which
so large a portion of our peasantry
have of late years been compelled to
seek refuge." Stand on Glasgow
Bridge at two o'clock, and in the
crowds of artisans and factory work-
ers that hurry past you, see how
weak is the physique^ how de-
generate the type of the British race.
The descendants of many a stalwart
ploughman — of peasants driven from
the fields in their old age — pass you
by ; yet where now the brawny limb,
the stalwart frame, the honest look
of single-mindedness and contentment
that marks the British peasant ? Go
to Manchester, and a far worse spec-
tacle presents itself. Those thin sharp
faces, old before their time, joined to
limbs that look shrunk beneath their
covering clothes, tell of unhealthy
labour too early begun,— of a vitiated
temperament, that will have vicious
stimulants, — and in many cases ot
an imbittered nature, that sees no
hope of rising in the world, and rushes
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madly and despairingly into u strikes"
against their masters, or conspiracies
against the Government. Early mar-
riages, a quick one-sided develop-
ment, and premature decay, — that is
their lot ; each generation breeding
one r-till more degenerate. Hume
reckoned it one of the advantages of
manufactures that they maintain a
surplus population which can be
drafted into the army in times of
war, — an idea which must horrify
Messrs Bright and Cobden ; but manu-
factures a century ago were very dif-
ferent from what they are now, and a
glance at the mill-workers of to-day
would have made the Scottish philo-
sopher revise his somewhat incon-
siderate opinion. Look at the mor-
tality-tables for our great manufac-
turing towns, and see how fearfully
their rate of deaths rises above the
average mortality of the country.
Nothing but the influx of peasant-
families from the surrounding districts
prevents these factory- cities from de-
vouring themselves— from extinguish-
ing their own population. They are
useful — very useful, — and in time we
hope means may be found to lessen the
rate of mortality which there prevails.
But not even a millennial Manchester,
Glasgow, or Birmingham would pro-
duce anything like so healthy- condi-
tioned a race as our rural population ;
and at present, with all their useful-
fulness in other respects, these huge
centres of manufacturing industry act
upon the population simply as vast
machines for lowering the physical,
and in many respects also the moral
tone of our population, — Moloch-
temples ever attracting fresh crowds
of victims, — furnaces burning out
the stamina of the British nation.
Again we say, we do not overlook
the national benefits accruing from
these vast marts of industry,— they
tend to accumulate capital, by
which the country at large is be-
liefited. But it is not less certain a
fact that this wealth is coined out of
the sacrificed health and strength of
our labouring-classes, — and that into
these marts our peasanty are yearly
being more and more drafted from
the healthy fields, in consequence of
the ties which have so long attached
them to the soil being more and more
sundered or extinguished.
VOL. LXXVIII. — NO. CCCCLXXXII.
From this physical deterioration
and moral enfeeblement of our people
necessarily ensues a decline in their
military character, and in the wur-
gtrength of the empire. It is not
merely that physical robustness dimi-
nishes in an urban and especially ma-
nufacturing population, but moral
robustness tends likewise to disap-
pear. And this from no fault on the
part of the factory- workers and even
shopkeeping classes of our towns.
Even where the physical health re-
mains good, the habits of a to\Mi-
population — so founded upon indul-
gences compared with the simplicity
and open-air life of the country— ren-
der them averse to engage in the rude
life of camps, and undergo the hard-
ships of actual campaigning. The
history of all nations testifies to the
superior fitness of a rural to an urban
population for the career of arms. It
was the cottars of the Campagna —
the five-acre men — the sturdy tillers
of the pente jitgera — that formed the
bone and sinew of the Roman armies ;
and with their disappearance — with
the spread of large properties and the
gradual absorption of the rural popu-
lation into the towns, the proud Eagles
drooped, and the barbaric hordes of
the North, slaughtered with ease a
hundred times as long as Rome had
soldiers, broke in unopposed into the
desert fields of Italy. Who but pea-
sants have won the most striking vic-
tories of modern Europe ? It was the
hardy peasant-proprietors of Switzer-
land, fighting for their free homes,
that again and again overthrew the
chivalry of Austria and the bold
lances of Burgundy. It was not
the mountains, but the healthy life
and independent proprietorship of
the people, that made the Tyrol so
Jong an impregnable country to the
French. And who was it that won
Crecy, and Agio-court,
Poitiers,
but the free yeomen of England, —
the race of small proprietors, uhosc
bold hearts and stout arms made
their country redoubtable abroad, and
whose rustic abundance and cheerful
hearts then made England what it
was, " merry England ! " England
then beat the world with her bow-
men, for no other country at that
time possessed the class from which
such stout "experts" could be drawn.
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The softening of the feudal system in
England centuries before any such
relaxation took place on the Conti-
nent, allowed of the growth of those
peasant-proprietors ; and so we got the
start of modern Europe in this mat-
ter, and in a hundred ways reaped the
benefit. But now England has aban-
doned the position. Having been
first up, she is now resolved to be
first down. The present aspect of these
Islands in relation to the rest of Europe
is not a pleasant one as regards the
future. The eastern half of Europe
(namely Russia), still thralled by a
gigantic feudalism, has not yet
reached the era of small holders and
peasant - proprietors, but will reach
it,— Germany has entered it,— France
is fully in it, — Britain is past it!
A vast town-life looms in the dis-
tance, and threatens to obscure the
future of England. And it will ob-
scure it, unless, by one of those happy
reactions so frequent in free States,
we turn the current on which we are
floating onwards into another channel.
The course which things are taking
with us is quite a natural one, —
and hence its danger. We say it is
a natural course, but we do not say
it is either a right or an inevitable
one. The saddest thought that enters
the mind of the philosophic historian
is to observe how ceaselessly the
Progress of humanity ever brings the
race face to face with new evils, —
how the dawn of Light ever brings
new shadows, — and how mankind,
taught by suffering, no sooner aban-
don one class of errors than they
stumble afresh into others of a dif-
ferent kind. The whole world has
no sadder truth than this. How it
chills with despair the heart, and
shakes to its deep centre the faith of
those who, yearning to their kind,
and knowing that the world's history
is but God's plan, yet seek in vain
for some bright star of the future —
for some clear path along which the
race may advance indefinitely, with
no check, towards the goal of millen-
nial happiness which the heart be-
lieves vaguely and Revelation de-
clares! But progress and decay, in
the moral world, happily own no bond
of union save that created by our
own foolishness. When a certain
regime of affairs has long continued,
its faults, owing to the suffering they
entail, impress us more than its ex-
cellences,— and in reacting against the
former we generally sacrifice the
latter also. The new evils thus aris-
ing for long escape observation ; and
even when they have begun to make
themselves much felt, danger is so
little apprehended in that quarter,
that their effects are generally attri-
buted to other causes than the real
ones. We believe that this is very
much the case in the present instance.
Impressed with the immense advan-
tages arising from manufactures and
town-life generally, we are forgetting
the other side of the question. We are
giving to our civilisation a one-sided
development. The " progress of the
age" is entirely of an urban charac-
ter ; and if we men of progress do
not change our carriage, or "shunt
off" into another line, we shall arrive
in due time, as a terminus, at an age
of monster cities and deserted fields,
— when we shall have abandoned the
healthy and permanently - enriching
pursuits of agriculture for those of
Commerce, which may pass from us
as it has done from Tyre, Egypt,
Venice, Holland, and many another
before us, — and those of fluctuating
Manufactures, which debilitate and
pauperise the many almost as much
as they enrich the few.
We have said that the main danger
of the change that is going on amongst
us, is its naturalness. False theories
have helped it, and the love of adding
acre to acre has intensified it; yet the
error was to be expected. Civilisation
breeds Capital and the Division of
Labour, and these twin-offspring of
progress ever tend to produce the
centralisation of man in vast foci of
industry. Individual labour, or small
establishments, cannot compete with
the monster ones which capital erects
in the towns. Hence domestic manu-
factures and the tiny trades of rural
towns die out, especially when rail-
ways have annihilated distance, and
opened the whole country to the goods
of the urban capitalists. Thus a cer-
tain amount of employment is taken
away from the rural population; and,
if no fresh industrial openings are afford-
ed them in the country, they are forced
to ebb off the face of the land into the
towns, there to swell the very monster
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trades and factories which have de-
stroyed them. Thus every influx of the
impoverished rural population is but
the precursor of further rural impover-
ishment and depopulation. And so the
fearful work of centralisation goes on
— the towns growing more and more
plethoric as the country declines.
Observe the exemplification of this
in our own islands. Down to the be-
ginning of the present century, the
rural population manufactured for
themselves. The cottars not only
grew their own flax and wool, but
spun, wove, and clad themselves in
them. Countless small mills and
kilns by the burnsides, and numerous
village-breweries, supplied the peasan-
try with food and drink, their oatmeal
and whisky ; while the greater part
of their household furnishings were
made in the village. Now, matters are
totally changed. Every description of
handicraft or manufacture is removed
to the towns. A shrewd but anony-
mous writer, who signs himself " A
Mid-Lothian Farmer," thus comments
on the change : " You may travel
the length of the Lothians without
seeing a spot of flax ; whereas at one
time every labourer conditioned to
have so much of it as part of his
wages ; and the birr of the spinning-
wheel or sound of the shuttle is heard
no more ; the din of the waulk and the
lint-mill disturbs no one ; and, save
for the local demand for oatmeal,
the milling-trade is concentrated in
the hands of large mill-owners in the
towns. There is scarcely such a place
as a village-brewery now. The brew-
ers and their men have betaken them-
selves to the towns. Even the tailors
and cobblers feel the effects of the
town-competition ; for enter any small
market-place or large village, and,
dangling from the shop-doors, are to
be seen ready-made clothes, boots, and
shoes. The period, in fact, seems fast
hastening on when the whole of the
wants of the labouring population,
save what the soil produces to their
hands, will be supplied by the towns.
As to agriculture itself, — formerly
the village wright and blacksmith fur-
nished the whole of the implements
required. But now the steam-engine
and iron -castings, spades, shovels,
chains, ropes, sacks, come from the
towns; the linseed and rape -cakes
from the sea- ports; so do the guano
and the artificial manures ; and seeds
are supplied by merchants in the
towns. Railways, also, have dimi-
nished the number of the rural popu-
lation,— the stations not making up for
the inns shut up, or the carriers super-
seded, or hostlers, waiters, and strap-
pers driven away."
The great obstacle to progress in
early States is the sparseness of popu-
lation, and the purely agricultural
pursuits of the people. The first step
in civilisation is the founding of cities,
and the commencement of commerce*
As commerce increases, cities grow;
while agriculture receives a great im-
petus, alike from commerce, which
exchanges its surplus for the goods of
other lands, and from the urban po-
pulation, who, maintaining themselves
by other occupations, are just so many
new customers for the farmer. But
as commerce — sustained by, and in
turn sustaining agriculture — brings
wealth into the country, a third phase
of the national life commences ; and
the capitalists, no longer content to
purchase articles from other countries,
begin to manufacture them for them-
selves. This era once fairly esta-
blished, a depopulation of the rural
districts (as we have shown above)
is apt to ensue. If such a depopula-
tion do not ensue, it promises an
eternity of duration to the State; for it
shows that the relation of the rural
population to the soil is just, stable,
and attractive,— and that therefore
civilisation is not likely to assume a
pernicious one-sided development, by
the sacrifice of the all-parent Agricul-
ture to the less stable and healthy pur-
suits of manufactures and town-life.
The age of great cities is ever a
perilous one for civilisation. It is the
fatal plethora that precedes corrup-
tion and decay. The phenomenon has
been witnessed in the past, and may
be realised again in the future. It is
hard, through the veil of remote ages,
to ascertain with certainty the real
inner causes which worked the ruin
of Egypt, Assyria, and the old pri-
meval empires of the world ; but the
history of one far greater than they
lies clearly before us, and in it we see
a warning for all times. It was the
death of its rural population that pro-
duced the fall of Italy. Rome had
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become the plethoric head of a lifeless
trunk, and had not a hand to lift in
defence when the peasant hordes of
Alaric came knocking at its gates.
But it was not a mere city, great as
that city was, that fell thus. The fall
of Rome typified the death of that last
and greatest of Pagan civilisations.
The same cause that wrought the rnin
of Italy, produced, it seems to ns, the
fall of the whole old Roman world.
It is the natural death of so-called
" over-civilisation." For many cen-
turies the Roman world, spreading
around the Mediterranean Sea as
around an inland lake, had formed
a vast whole, linked together in all its
parts by commerce, and enjoying, un-
der the protecting sword of the Crcsars,
a peace so stable and enduring that
Gibbon regards those centuries as the
happiest the world has seen. But
gradually, from causes which we have
shown at work among ourselves, po-
pulation ebbed from the rural districts,
and gathered in fermenting and en-
feebled masses in the cities, — where
great riches in a few coexisted with
grinding poverty in the masses, and
the military spirit died out in the lat-
ter, not more from physical enfeeble-
ment than from the feeling that they
had nothing to fight for, nothing to
lose ! The Roman Civilisation, in its
last phase, gathered into vast urban
centres, where the arts, luxury, and in-
tellect still flourished, but from which all
robust strength was gone, and which,
once prostrated before the Saracen,
the Turk, or the Northman, never
made even an effort to rise again. So
perished the Roman world, the Roman
civilisation ; and whenever any civili-
sation dies a natural death, it will ex-
pire in the same manner. M. Sismondi
yome years ago expressed a fear that
Europe (he meant its western an<\
southern States,) owing to the gra-
dual decrease of its rural popula-
tion, had entered upon a period of de-
cline and fall. Means of regeneration,
it seems to us, are open to Europe which
were not possessed to the same extent
by the Roman world ; but clearly, if
Sismondi's dogma be applicable to any
one country more than to another,
that country is our own, — for nowhere
in Europe has the rural population so
greatly diminished, urban life so rapid-
ly increased, or excessive division of
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labour so much impaired the bodily
and mental robustness of the people.
The culminating point of a nation's
decline is evidently still far distant
from us ; but there are precursor evils
whose advent it is not difficult to dis-
cern. An excessive urban population
is fraught with great political peril
to 'the State. In old States, Town and
Country constitute the opposite poles
of the political world. The former is
as innovating as the latter is conser-
vative. Acute, theoretical, and fault-
finding, the intellect of towns is in
striking contrast to the slow-moving,
easily-contented, yet generally sen-
sible judgment of the country. The
two, therefore, naturally balance one
another ; and as, when either is plain-
ly in the right, it always finds support
from a section of the other, the course
of legislation moves steadily and cau-
tiously onward. But in the British
Islands we are now approaching a
period when this balance will be de-
stroyed, and legislation, falling wholly
into the possession of the towns, will
become one-sided in character and
reckless in speed, — hurrying along the
State like a machine that has lost its
balance-wheel — a railway-car without
its driver. Let it be recollected, too,
that it is in the rural population of a
country that Order, that prime bless-
ing of society, finds its main support
and most steady defenders ; whereas
the masses in towns — the classes dan-
aereuses of French writers — ever tend
to discontent, unruliness, and, in their
poverty, to a disregard of the rights
of property. These qualities are the
results of their condition, and can
never be eradicated. Look, for in-
stance, at the example of France.
Although the cities of that country
have hardly reached half the propor-
tions of ours, such is the excitable
character of the people that the
French urban population has again
and again plunged the country into
terrible convulsions. But for the con-
servative and order-preserving spirit
of the rural districts, Paris, Lyons,
and Rouen would turn things upside
down every ten years. Twice already
(in 1830 and 1848) have the peasants
of the provinces interposed to aid in
repressing the revolutionary excesses
of the terrible mob of the capital; and,
looking to the increased wide-awake-
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ness of the rural population, and the
augmented facilities of communication
by means of railways and telegraph,
we will hazard the prediction that
the next time Paris makes a revolu-
tion (probably within the next fifteen
or twenty years), the national guards
of the provinces, arrayed on the side
of Order, will teach the bloody revo-
lutionists of the capital a lesson, and
at length make them feel that France
is more powerful than Paris. But
observe, the rural inhabitants of
France amount to two-thirds of the
entire population, — ours barely to a
half; there, the peasants are in most
instances proprietors — in nearly all,
tenants, — whereas ours are rarely even
tenants, and in almost all cases mere
hirelings on the soil they cultivate.
Had our people the temperament of
the French, our liberty must ere this
have been exchanged for the strong
bridle of adespotism, — or ahuge stand-
ing army, eating up the vitals of the
State, have been the sole preservative
of order and property from the mighty
mob of the towns. British phlegm
stands all things, — " nee tamen consu-
mebatur! " Like asbestos, it seems to
have the property of living cool and
unharmed through conflagrations that
consume all else. But do not let us
try it too far, lest we meet, although
nut annihilation, disintegration, — lest
society be dissolved, though its atoms
remain.
Civilisation in its decay returns, in
the rural districts, to tbe condition
from which it emerged. But its last
state is worse than the first. Over-
civilised Italy became what nascent
Russia is now. A few immense pro-
prietors, living in luxury in the towns,
and drawing their revenues from a
wilderness of serfs — that was the last
state of Rome, and the present one
of Russia : but in Russia they grow
grain, — in falling Italy they reared
only flocks ; and hence the over-
civilised land became still more thinly
peopled than the barbarous one. And
so, what with deserted rural districts,
and plethoric, corrupt, and pauperised
towns, the Roman world fell — as a
lesson to future ages. Our theory on
ihia point is not an imperfect, one-
sided one ; it applies to the States
that have stood, as well as to those
which have fallen. Apurelyurban civi-
lisation, and the reign of great
is ever insecure, and tends to destruc-
tion, from external foe acting upon
corruption and disorder within. The
old empires of India, Assyria, Egypt,
Persia, and Rome have passed away —
vanished utterly from the face of the
earth. One empire only of the
primeval world still endures— China,
pre-eminently the empire of cottars,
of small holdings, of tillers of the
ground. Agriculture there is the main-
stay of the State ; sheep and cattle are
almost proscribed, large properties
are rare, and the whole face of the
immense territory is covered with five
or ten acre farms, cultivated with a
skill and care that might claim appro-
bation even from Mr Stephens. Groat
cities there are in China ; the division
of labour is carried in many pursuits
as far as it is here, — sometimes
further ; and luxury finds no want
of delicacies. .But these things are
all balanced, and more than balanced,
by the immense numbers of the sturdy,
simple-living, order-loving, rural po-
pulation— face to face with whom the
dangerous mob of Pekin and the im-
ruly one of Canton are perfectly im-
potent to affect the fortunes of the
State. It is a land-tax (or rent to
the State) upon these countless small
holdings that constitutes the chief
portion of the imperial revenue ; and
out of this revenue are defrayed the
expenses of a vast system of national
Education, in comparison with Avhich
even that of the United States is frag-
mentary— which to cottar and artisaa
alike, brings home the rudiments of
reading, writing, and practical morals
— and from whose higher schools and
colleges, rising in numerous grada-
tions, are selected by competition the
men who are destined to fill the
myriad posts in the civil service of
China. For four thousand years —
for thrice the length of mighty Rome's
duration — has this empire of cottars
stood, changing its dynasty about
pnce in three centuries, as the reign-
ing family grows effete, but Society
and the State remaining ever the
same. And so it will last. The
rights of property are in every heart.
The guardians of an Order which is
founded on Justice are overpoweringly
in the ascendant; and so far as human
judgment, enlightened by a study of
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the past, can discern, this Empire, in
character standing alone in the world,
is destined yet to endure for indefinite
The evil change which is taking
place in our own population is not the
result of evil intention. In some re-
spects it is a change which was almost
sure to supervene with the progress of
civilisation, if the nation and its
leaders were not on the outlook to
prevent it. In other respects, and
chiefly, it has been the work of error
— of False Theories. Alas, how many
a mite on the road to ruin have nations
been hurried by the false speculations
of those who assume to guide their
course ! Never was there a greater
or more practical intellect than that
of the first Napoleon, and we do not
think his usual discernment failed him
when he said — " Give these * political
economists ' an empire of granite, and
they will reduce it to powder." The
history of France bears witness to the
general justice of the remark, and the
recent history of our own country fur-
nishes additional illustration. Adam
Smith was a man of sense; but how
many crotchet-mongers have affected
to wear his mantle ! The fundamental
error of this pestiferous sect is, that
they are profoundly insensible to moral
causes. Eapt in contemplation of
material agencies, they are blind to
the potency of moral influences, which,
in truth, are the prime movers to hu-
man action. Such men are as bad
judges of human nature as mathema-
ticians are of evidence, — both of these
parties can judge well of what is
material and definite; but ofthemoral,
the indefinite, and the fluctuating
elements, which constitute one- half of
human nature, they can form no cor-
rect appreciation.
It is the Large-Farm theory of these
doctrinaires that has done so much to
produce the depopulation of our rural
districts. A very fatal heresy for a
country in the condition, and at the
particular life-period of ours. Granted
that large farms produce more surplus
wealth than small ones — and that such
surplus wealth is exceedingly valuable
for breeding more wealth of the same
kind, orforadvancingcivilisation by al-
lowing of a large national expenditure
upon literature, the arts, and luxury, —
or even as a reserve from which the State
may draw heavily in times of need.
We readily grant all this, — for what
we aim at is not special pleading, but
an exposition of the truth. But do
these, as the economists seem to con-
sider, embrace all that is necessary to
a nation's wellbeing? Far from it.
The production of surplus or concen-
trated wealth, in some advanced stages
of society, is much less to be attended
to than a proper diffusion of wealth.
Old societies ever tend to produce
great wealth in a few, and great
poverty in the many, — and this is the
rock ahead which our own country
must steer clear of. The economists
overlook this. They do not perceive
that what is good in one stage of na-
tional development, may become bad,
because in excess, in another. It is
a good thing to inculcate economy
upon a youth, — it is seldom desirable
to preach it to octogenarians. Any
one may see that whatever be the
matter with England, it is not the
want of surplus wealth. We have
surplus wealth equal to that of any
other two nations in the world, — and
what is more, the whole tendency of
things amongst us is, to produce this
kind of wealth every year in still greater
abundance. Capital has a rare fruc-
tifying power — it increases in a com-
pound ratio. It will always hold its
own against labour; and hence it ever
tends to concentrate itself more and
more in few hands. This power, we
say, is in full force amongst us,— it will
continue to operate under any circum-
stances,— and, we fear, under any
that are practicable in this country,
it will still operate too powerfully for
the general wellbeing of the commu-
nity, and the lasting interests of the
State.
What we need to attend to, then,
is not the production of surplus wealth,
—that takes care of itself, — but rather
a right diffusion of wealth.t In truth,
a real shortsightedness is involved in
* For detailed corroboration of these statements see the articles on China in the
numbers of this Magazine for January and May 1854, — also " Agriculture in China"
in the Quarterly Journal of Agriculture for January 1851.
t rf When we look at a regiment/' says Hugh Miller, " we must ask not only what
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this preaching up of u surplus wealth"
as the prime good. For how does the
case stand in regard to the general
community? The only way to pro-
duce surplus wealth is to concentrate
it in few hands — that is indisputable.
Well, then, in what state do you leave
the masses ? You achieve this surplus
wealth by extinguishing small trades
and small farms, and by concentrating
all commerce, manufactures, and agri-
culture in as few hands as possible.
By so doing, you tend to extinguish
the independent position and inde-
pendent spirit of the masses, who can
no longer rise in the world, and, losing
the power of self-action, tend to be-
come dependent upon the fluctuations
of a few great businesses in towns,
—or of large farms in the country,
ever tending to become more pastoral
and deserted. The result is, that be-
tween these two causes — between the
great fluctuations of trade in towns
and the gradual thinning of the rural
districts-^-we have produced, either
permanently or at intervals, vast
masses of pauperism, which not only
menace the foundations of order, but
— O shortsighted economist! — tend
to consume the very surplus wealth
which out of their misery you have
been seeking to create. Are the Poor-
rates of the United Kingdom a trifle ?
are our Prison- rates a trifle ? or is it
a light thing, either in a political or
philanthropic point of view, to see
such masses of squalid misery, reck-
less poverty, and crime growing up in
all our large cities ? Coexistent with
all the wealth, and charities, and
luxuries of London, what misery !
The very houseless there would form
an army, — so would the criminal
population — so, in number, would the
prostitutes ; while, so precarious and
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artificial are some of the avocations
plied in that mighty place, that Mr
Mayhew states that "three wet days
will bring the greater part of 30,000
people to the brink of starvation ! "
What a Babylon ! Is there no dan-
ger for the future, think you, in the
growth, side by side, of such reck-
less masses and so much wealth?
Washington wisely fixed the capi-
tal of his infant Republic in a spot
where the growth of a large city was
impossible, and so freed the Ame-
rican Legislature from the imme-
diate pressure of the masses. The
British Legislature is not so happily
situated, — and the French Govern-
ment has to redeem its weakness in
this respect by a standing army in
Paris. Looking at the overgrown di-
mensions of London, on the one hand,
and the gradual diminution of theorder-
ly and conservative rural population
on the other, it is impossible to forget
that the Roman mob was for long a
power in the State, or to dismiss the
apprehension that their extortionate
cry for "panem etcircensesl" may yet
in future ages be heard from the mon-
ster mob of the English metropolis.
Small holdings, especially when the
tenant is also proprietor, benefit a
country in many ways. It is indis-
putable that they produce more than
the large-farm system ; and hence,
the produce being divided among
many, they can support a greater
population in greater comfort and in-
dependence than is possible under the
other system. No slight advantage
this, in the present times. It ap-
pears, also, that small holdings often
pay a higher rent than a single large
farm of the same extent, — so that, in
a pecuniary point of view, our proprie-
tors would be rather gainers than
is the condition of these young men, but what is the condition of their wives, their
children, and their aged parents 2 Muster the whole on parade, let us inspect
the whole, and then we shall be able to form an opinion as to the success of the sys-
tem. And so also, when Mr M'Culloch tells us to look at the success of our large
properties and large farms, — let us look at the whole population, — let us look at the
fact, that at the very moment of his writing, about every tenth person in England
was a pauper, — let us look at our prisons, our poor laws, our union workhouses, our
poisonings for the sake of burial fees, our emigration, as if our people were flying like
rats, belter skelter, from a drowning ship. Let us sum up the whole, and then per-
haps we should find that our boasted system of social distribution was no more suc-
cessful than the muster of one regiment, where we should find on the one hand, order
and competence ; on the other, rags and tatters, wives abandoned, parents neglected,
children left to the hazard of casual charity, and too often a dark shadow of vice
and wretchedness following in the train of our vaunted institutions."
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losers by adopting the system. True,
it would cost them more care and
providence in the management of their
properties, than under the wholesale
large-farm system ; but men who,
like Mr Dempster of Skibo, are intent
to fulfil the duties of their station,
will find themselves amply recom-
pensed, and placed in a prouder and
more influential position, by being the
chief and honoured guardians of a
population of thriving small tenants,
filling up the interstices of larger
farms, than by being lords of desert
pasture-ranges, or of a few monster
farms worked by hirelings. In truth,
a reaction in this respect must soon
set in. The large-farm system is a
mere transition-period in the progress
of agriculture. You cannot have
•"high farming" with a thin popula-
tion. The more you weed, and drain,
and harrow, the more hands you must
have to do it. Already our farmers
feel this want. For the last two years
they have hardly been able to find
hands enough to cyt down the crops,
and the rate of wages has been exor-
bitant. The work, too, is worse done
now than of old. The vagrant popu-
lation from which the farmers now
draw so large a proportion of their
labourers, are far inferior in skill to
those who used to be bred to the
work. Large farms, too, won't do
with high farming. Let a young
farmer consult Henry Stephens, and
his first advice will be, "Don't take
too much land." Large farms take
too much capital to work them proper-
ly, and every farm imperfectly work-
ed is so much loss to the nation.
If we wish to do justice to our
country, and develop the resources of
the soil in the same way as we have
developed our commerce and manu-
factures, we must have a more nume-
rous rural population, — both as an
end and a means. As a means,— be-
cause you never can have really high
cultivation, no more than great manu-
factures, without a numerous popula-
tion ; as an end, — because a nume-
rous population, existing in comfort, is
the country's best strength and most
.reasonable pride. Both of these ob-
jects are quite attainable in this
country. Hear what that acute ob-
server Mr Lain g says. First, as to
the possible increase of our rural
lation. An estate of sixteen
hundred acres in Scotland, divided
into eight farms, will employ labour
equivalent to that of eighty people all
the year round; but, saysMrLaing,
under another system, every acre
might have its man. For example : —
" Take under your eye a space of land
in Flanders, that you judge to be about
1600 acres. Walk over it, examine it.
Every foot of the land is cultivated,
dug with the spade or hoe where
horse and plough cannot work, and all is
in crop, or in preparation for crop. In
our best-farmed districts there are corners
and patches in every field lying waste and
uncultivated, because the large rent-pay-
ing farmers cannot afford labour, super-
intendence, and manure, for such minute
portions of land and gardenlike work as
the owner of a small piece of land cau
bestow on every corner and spot of his
own property. Here the whole 1600
must be in garden-farms of five or six
acres ; and it is evident that in the
amount of produce from the land, in the
crops of rye, wheat, barley, rape, clover,
lucern, and flax for clothing material,
which are the usual crops, the 1600 acre?,
under such garden-culture, surpass the
1600 acres under large-farm cultivation,
as much as a kitchen-garden surpasses in
productiveness a common field. On the
1600 acres here in Flanders or Belgium,
instead of the eight farmers with their
eighty farm-servants, there will be from
300 to 320 families, or from 1400 to 1600
individuals, each family working its own
piece of land; and with some property iu
cows, sheep, pigs, utensils, and other stock
in proportion to their land, and with con-
stant employment and secure subsistence
on their own little estates."
Or, again, as to the superior fer-
tility attainable by small holdings.
Pay a visit to Flanders, Holstein, the
Palatinate, or some of the northern
provinces of France, and you will see
that, despite the boorish look of the
owners and the clumsiness of their
implements, crops are produced there
which in excellence you will search
for in vain on this side the Channel.
Speaking of Flanders, Mr Laing
" The clean state of the crops here —
not a weed in a mile of country, for they
are all hand-weeded out of the land, and
applied for fodder or manure — the careful
digging of every corner which the plough
cannot reach — the headlands and ditch-
slopes, down to the water-edge, and evea
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the circle round single trees close up to
the stem, being all dug, and under crop
of some kind — show that the stock of
people, to do all this minute hand-work,
must be very much greater than the
land employs with us. The rent-paying
j'armer, on a nineteen years' lease, could
not afford eighteenpence or two shillings
a-day of wages for doing such work, be-
cause it never could make him any ade-
quate return. But to the owner of the
soil it is worth doing such work by his
own and his family's labour at odd hours, -
because it is adding to the perpetual
fertility and value of his own property. .
. . . His piece of land to him is his
savings-bank, in which the value of his
labour is hoarded up, to be repaid him at
a future day, and secured to his family
after him."
A more recent, but anonymous
writer, whose prepossessions were in
favour of the large-farm system, thus
bears testimony to the excellence of
the cottar- system in France : —
" As the valley of the Seine is reached
before the town of Rouen is seen, and as
the high lands on both sides of this val-
ley are cultivated up to near the summits,
the small patches occupied by the respec-
tive crops give a very curious appearance
to the country. The division of land is
carried to nearly its utmost limit, especi-
ally near to towns and villages, and ex-
hibits a desire to cultivate the soil which
scarcely be understood in England,
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and the fields give place to hedgeless
gardens, in which, to use the phrase
of Washington Irving, " the furrows
seem finished rather with the pencil
than the plough." Acre after acre
flashes with hand-glasses, streaks of
verdure are ruled in close parallel
lines across the soil with mathemati-
cal precision, interspersed here and
there with patches as sharp cut at the
edges as though they were pieces of
green baize. In these far-famed
market- gardens, manure and spade-
husbandry compensate for lack of
space, and four and sometimes five
crops are extracted from the land in
the course of the year ! A recent
writer in the Quarterly Review
says :—
" The care and attention bestowed by
the market-gardeners is incredible to those
who have not witnessed it. Every inch
of ground is taken advantage of— culti-
vation runs between the fruit-trees ;
storming-parties of cabbages and cauli-
flowers swarm up to the very trunks of
apple-trees ; raspberry bushes are sur-
rounded and cut off by young seedlings.
If you see an acre of celery growing in
ridges, be sure that, on a narrow inspec-
tion, you will find long files of young
peas picking their way along the furrows.
Everything flourishes here except weeds,
and you may go over a 1 50-acre piece of
ground without discovering a single one.
where other objects of pursuit for the en- • ... But the very high state of
terprising are more open than in France.
Still it is due to sta-te that, where the
peasantry are to be seen in the fields,
whether tending their single cow or la-
bouring the soil, they wear an air of con-
tentment and unwearied industry arguing
well for the individual happiness of the
population. Fences in such districts are
all but unknown. The divisions are
marked by stones partly visible. These
are inserted by the authorities, and while
pains and penalties await the disturber of
such landmarks, public opinion — a still
stronger check — brands the man who dares
to violate these outlines of property."
Almost nothing of this kind, AVC re-
gret to say, is to be found in our own
country, — save in the exceptional
position of the immediate vicinity of
London. There, indeed, we have a
striking exemplification of the pro-
ntablencss of the petite culture, and of
the dense population it is capable of
supporting. As we approach, from
whatever quarter, the suburbs of that
monster city, large farms disappear,
cultivation in the metropolitan market-
gardens necessitates the employment of a
large amount of labour ; and it is sup-
posed that no less than 35,000 persons
are engaged in the service of filling the
vegetable and dessert dishes of the metro-
polis. This estimate leaves out those in
the provinces and on the Continent, which
would, we doubt not, nearly double the
calculation, and show a troop of men and
women as large as the Allied army now
acting in the East."
This, as we have said, is an excep-
tional case. We cannot have a Lon-
don everywhere to stimulate such
painstaking production. But in many
parts of the Continent, as formerly
in our own islands, there exists a
talisman which supersedes the pre-
sence of great cities, and replaces the
external stimulus by one within. The
secret of the marvellous industry that
has converted the barren sands of
Flanders, the scantily-covered rocks
of the Tyrol, the acres of the Black
Forest, of Holstein, and of Northern
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France, into blooming fields of amaz-
ing fertility, is the sense of Property.
It has been accomplished by what we
may call spontaneous, in opposition
to hired, labour. When the labourer
is himself the owner of the soil, work
assumes a different aspect, — the spade
goes deeper, the scythe takes a wider
sweep, and the muscles lift a heavier
burden. It would be a good thing
for Britain if there were more of this
class amongst us, — a class at once
enriching the soil, strengthening the
fabric of society, increasing the
healthy population of the country,
and rearing their children in regular
habits of rural industry from their
earliest years. In any case, it is in-
dispensable that small holdings on
lease should be multiplied. And
as fragmentary .instances of what
these can accomplish, read (in the
Quarterly Review for July 1829) how
Thomas Rook did his hired work
regularly, and yet made £30 a-year
out of a little bit of land ; and how
Richard Thompson kept two pigs and
a Scotch cow on an acre and a quar-
ter, worth, when he got it, only five
shillings per acre of rent ; and how
the widow Hasketon brought up her
fourteen children, and saved them
from the degradation of the parish,
by being allowed to retain as much
land as kept her two cows; — and
mark, on the other hand, how poor-
rates and degradation have always
followed the severance of the pea-
santry from the soil.
We believe we have already suffi-
ciently demonstrated the desirableness,
alike in a political, social, and patrio-
tic point of view, of not only check-
ing the alarming decrease of our rural
population, but of sedulously recruit-
ing its numbers. Before conclud-
ing, however, let as fortify our posi-
tion, as well as remove the silly but
too general depreciation of the pea-
santry in comparison with urban
labouring-classes, by quotations which,
we think, will suffice to put the ques-
tion in its true light. Sir John
M'Neill — who has had ample oppor-
tunities of testing the truth both at
home and among our soldiers in the
Crimea — in his recent address at the
opening of the Edinburgh Philosophi-
cal Institution, gave utterance to the
following very striking remarks : —
u The minute division of labour, which
is a result of high civilisation, has a ten-
dency to carry men back to a condition
analogous in some respects to a state of
primitive barbarism. That kind of help-
lessness in our soldiers to which I have
referred, arises from the similar help-
lessness of the classes of our population
which furnish the recruits. The minute
division of labour in a highly civilised
community reduces the individuals of
whom it is composed to a condition as
helpless, whenever they are separated
from it and thrown upon their own
resources, as if the arts of civilised
life had not yet been invented. But
that is not its most important in-
fluence. This restriction of a man's daily
occupation to what may be truly de-
scribed as the production of the fractional
part of a unit, must have a tendency to
narrow and cramp his intellect, and pre-
vent him from acquiring versatility of
mind and variety of ideas, unless active
and efficient educational measures are
employed to counteract the effect of his
ordinary occupation, and to expand
his mind. . . Consider the condi-'
tion of a person employed in repeating,
day after day, the same mechanical pro-
cess of making the head or the point of
a pin, or joining the broken threads of
bobbins — passing every day along the
same street to the same workshop or
factory — where the range of observation
is confined for successive weeks and
months, or even years, to the same un-
varying objects.*
On the other hand, a shepherd on the
* A correspondent of the Times, in reference to these statements of Sir John M'Neill's,
claims exemption on behalf of the artisans of Sheffield ; and the reason which he
gives for the " greater general expertness " of these workmen, strikingly corroborates
the truth of Sir John's opinions, and of our own general statements. His explana-
tion is as follows : — " Sheffield is surrounded on nearly all sides by hundreds of gar-
den allotments, from 500 yards, or less in extent, upwards. These are in great part
cultivated by artisans. Here they spend some hours almost every summer day. They
generally have a summer-house or tool-house of their own erection, constructed with
degrees of solidity varying with the means or energies of the proprietor. In many
cases they sink a well and rig a windlass, or put down steps, to reach the water.
They plant fences, make doors, fix locks and fastenings, pitch or macadamise walks,
set edgestones, erect seats, and, in short, make a practical acquaintance with the
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hill-side may be unable to read a print-
ed page, but the phenomena of nature
are continually before him. Every
change in the face of heaven or on
the surface of the earth is an object of
his careful contemplation. He watches
the continual succession of regenera-
tion and decay — the instincts and habits
of all living things attract his at-
tention— it is his business to notice the
variety of plants that clothe the earth,
and to know their seasons — he has learn-
ed orally the great truths of revelation,
and during his solitary night-watches re-
cognises in the starry firmament God's
mighty handiwork, as the Chaldean shep-
herds did of old. In the lonely glen,
the thunder, as it were the voice of
Heaven, awes his soul to reverence — the
lightning and the tempest, the cataract or
the crash of the ocean-wave that makes
the rocks tremble under his feet, teach
him the feebleness of man and of his
works. In the unvarying succession of
the seasons, he acknowledges the guid-
ance of Him who set the sun to rule by
day and the moon by night. His depen-
dence upon the course of nature — the
seed-time and the harvest, the sunshine
and the rain, over which he has no con-
trol—teach him his dependence upon the
bounty and goodness of that Being whose
will and whose laws they obey. Speak
to him, and if there be no sneer on your
lip — if you be a man to whom he feels
that he can open his heart without risk
of ridicule — you will find that in his own
simple and untutored way he has specu-
lated upon the high mysteries of Na-
ture, and tried to divine many of her laws
That man may be altogether illiterate,
but who will venture to say that he is
uneducated ] "
Though be were unable either to
read or write, says Mr Laing, such a
peasant has an educated mind, — amind
trained and disciplined in the school of
nature, — trained also, let us add, in
the moral qualities of patience, self-re-
straint, and thought for the future.
But in case the disciples of our modern
" economists " should harden their
hearts against the testimony of men
not belonging to their own sect, let
us give them an extract from old
Adam Smith himself, who knew a
great deal more of political economy
than those who prate so much about
it nowadays. Hear how emphati-
cally he awards the palm to the rural
labourer, when compared with the
corresponding class in the towns : —
"After what are called the fine arts and
the liberal professions, however, there is,
perhaps, no trade which requires so great
a variety of knowledge and experience as
farming. The innumerable volumes which
have been written upon it in all languages,
may satisfy us that amongst the wisest and
most learned nations it has never been
regarded as a matter very easily under-
stood. And from all those volumes we
shall in vain attempt to collect that
knowledge of its various and complicated
operations which is commonly possessed
even by the common farmer, — how con-
temptuously soever the very contemptible
authors of some of them may sometimes
affect to speak of him. There is scarce
any common mechanic trade, on the con-
trary, of which all the operations may not
be as completely and distinctly explained
in a pamphlet of a very few pages as it is
possible for words illustrated by figures
to explain them. The direction of opera-
tions, besides, which must be varied with
every change of the weather, as well as
with many other accidents, requires much
more judgment and discretion than that
of those which are always the same, or
very nearly the same.
" Not only the art of the farmer, the
general direction of the operations of
husbandry, but many inferior branches of
country labour, require much more skill
and experience than the greater part of
mechanic trades. The man who works
upon brass and iron, works with instru-
ments and upon materials of which the
temper is always the same, or very nearly
the same. But the man who ploughs the
ground with a team of horses or oxen
works with instruments of which the
health, strength, and temper are very
different upon different occasions. The
condition of the materials which he works
upon, too, is as variable as that of the
instruments which he works with, and
both require to be managed with much
judgment and discretion. The common
ploughman, though generally regarded as
the pattern of stupidity and ignorance, is
seldom defective in this judgment and
discretion. He is less accustomed, in-
deed, to social intercourse than the
mechanic, who lives in a town. His voice
and language are more uncouth, and more
difficult to be understood by those who
are not used to them. His understanding,
tools of the labourer, mason, and carpenter ; and, besides this, often obtain no incon-
siderable skill in cooking a bit of dinner or snack, to save the time it would occupy
to go home for it."
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734
however, being accustomed to consider a
greater variety of objects, is generally
much superior to that of the other, whose
whole attention, from morning till night,
is commonly occupied in performing one
or two very simple operations. How
much the lower ranks of people in the
country are really superior to those of the
town, is well known to every man ivhom
cither business or curiosity has led to con-
verse much with both."*
When such is the relative character
of the urban and rural population,
nothing at first sight appears more
singular than that the favour of our
legislators should have hitherto been
almost entirely bestowed upon the
former. But then, the urban classes
are united and clamorous, — the rural
are scattered and quiet. The former
have already usurped the superior
share in the legislation of the country,
and it is the votes of the burgh Mem-
bers that a Ministry is most desirous
to secure. Hence a grievance in the
towns is quickly remedied, and even
imaginary urban grievances receive
most respectful consideration. But
alas for the country districts, — for
the land,— for the peasants ! They
are kept subject to their old difficul-
ties, while all else goes free ; and al-
though depopulation goes on, and the
hope of rising, or even of maintaining,
their position, is under the present
system taken from the peasantry and
small tenants, our legislators coolly
close their ears against complaints—
on the ground, forsooth, that certain
would-be authorities in political
science have imagined such a state of
things to be the best ! As if hardship
and injustice to the many ever yet
conduced to the security of the few,—
as if a nation every grew truly rich by
the impoverishment of its producing-
classes,— as if a country ever grew
strong by the flight of its population !
Let it be clearly understood what
we advocate. There is nothing Uto-
pian—nothing extreme in what we
propose. Happily the course of
things has not yet flowed so far in
the wrong channel as to need other
than simple remedies. Do not let it
be said that we desire to see this
country overspread exclusively by
small holdings. Even if we were to
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desire it, the thing is impossible. In
this age of great capital and urbati
centralisation, there is as little fear of
our agriculture reverting simply to
the cottar-system, as there is of the
nation returning to bows and arrows,
and the rude life of the chase. Let
this reassure trembling speculators
of the closet, who too seldom give
their wits an airing to see how their
theories work among the population
for whom they prescribe. A mixed
system is what we desire. Let small
holdings and small properties interlace
with the large farms and monster
estates. Farmers would gain by tin's
arrangement. Every year, as farming
advances, more hands are required for
the work. Draining, tiirnip-husband-
ry, extra manuring, all require addi-
tional workers; and these small hold-
ings would form a reservoir of labour,
from which at regular intervals — at
the busy times of hay-making, turnip-
singling, or the grain harvest — a
supply of skilled labourers would pour
forth to supplement the ordinary corps
of the farm. The peasants would
benefit. These small holdings ever
before their eyes would be a constant
stimulus to exertion ; they would
furnish an inducement to save, an
opportunity to rise, a home for the
domestic virtues, a prospective asylum
for their old age. And the cruel sight
would no longer be seen of ploughmen,
cast off as hirelings when past then-
prime, wending their way, with every
bit of manly feeling crushed out of
them, into the towns — there, with
their families, to swell the mob, and
share in the pauperism of factory-
life.
The' present system is a wrong to
the peasants, a damper to the far-
mers, a loss to the nation. u It'
any man retain land which he
has not the power to improve," said
Lord Stanley lately, " and will not
sell, he is a wrong-doer to the com-
munity." The remark is just. And
there are too many proprietors at pre-
sent, who go on adding field to field,
and estate to estate — from a most
mistaken pride of acreage — and yet
cannot make those outlays, in con-
junction with their tenants, which are
necessary to the right cultivation of
Wealth of Nations, book i., chap. x.
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the soil, and which never fail amply
to repay themselves. Let no great
proprietor allege that fresh purchases
of land are necessary as an investment
for his surplus wealth, — for that wealth
would be quite as profitably spent
(and more so) in helping his tenants
to improve the land he already ha?.
To leave the fertility of thousands
of acres only half developed, for the
sake of adding neglected acres to those
already neglected, is neither wise
nor patriotic. It is, indeed, a wrong
which law cannot touch, but it is an
error which public opinion can en-
lighten. But if Lord Stanley's re-
mark be applicable to individuals,
how much more applicable is it to the
Legislature, which is the very foun-
tain-head of the wrong '? The Legis-
lature has been kind enough to give
us free trade in all kinds of foreign
produce, yet it still keeps fettered the
land, the prime producer at home. In
a country like this, where the popula-
tion is fast pressing upon the means
of subsistence, it is neither right nor
expedient to retain any of those laws,
dues, or customs which impede the
free cultivation of the soil, — which at
once oppress the labouring -classes,
and do injustice to the whole com-
munity. A relaxation of the laws of
entail would render proprietors more
willing to make a proper outlay on
their estates, and so at once lessen the
amount of waste grounds, and render
more fertile those already under culti-
vation. But no reliance can be placed
on such a measure for checking the
spread of large properties ; without a
change of opinion, we fear it would
only increase it. In the present con-
dition of things, the abolition of entails
would be quite as likely to throw the
land into fewer hands as into more;
because the great proprietors, who
have large revenues or unlimited cre-
dit, will often give more for the land
than its actual mercantile worth ; so
that the estates of impoverished fami-
lies would, in mauy cases, only be
transferred to those already possessed
of extensive domains. The offer of
ten thousand pounds for a small pro-
perty that was only worth five thou-
sand, would be no difficulty to a lord
or duke, who has perhaps a clear in-
come of a hundred thousand a-year,
and whose object is not to get money,
but to get more land. If he can duly
cultivate, or develop the resources of
all that land, good and well; but if he
cannot, let him leave it to others who
can. A bad pride may counsel an
opposite course, but his true interest
is identical with that of the commu-
nity. At present there are lying
waste in the United Kingdom no less
than fifteen million acres, which are
capable of improvement and cultiva-
tion; while there are thousands of in-
dividuals who would sooner invest
their small capitals in land than in
manufactures or the funds. What
prevents this capital and these waste
lands coming together, but, firstly,
the pernicious land-mania of the great
proprietors; and, secondly, the un-
just burdens placed on the soil by
the Legislature. Trade and commerce
are free. A man has every facility
for opening a shop, purchasing a fac-
tory, or commencing to trade. He
may easily buy the ship he trades with,
the shop or the factory where he car-
ries on his business. But the land is
shut against him. Who ever heard
of a farmer being allowed to purchase
the land which he cultivates? The
very buying and selling of land is
like nothing else. Corn, manufac-
tures, everything, passes from hand
to hand in the simplest manner pos-
sible ; but the transfer of land is
shackled by technicalities and ex-
penses, that make it evident that free-
trade is a thing still monopolised by
the towns. The simple processes iu
the Encumbered Estates Courts of Ire-
land might well be made of wider ap-
plication ;* and as to the extra burdens
* In a recent letter to the Times (Nov. 19), Dr Leisinger directs attention to the
very simple, cheap, and well-tried method of conveying land that is adopted through-
out Germany. He says : — " All landed proprietors are registered, and their proper-
ties accurately, but briefly, described in public State records, easily accessible to any
inquirers. In like manner, the names and claims of all mortgagees upon the pro-
perties arc registered in other public books. In case of sale or transfer, the parties
concerned appear personally or by their attorneys before the registration authorities,
and, the terms of the contract being duly inspected, the name of the new proprietor,
756
Our Rural Population and the War.
[Dec.
upon land, we trust the Legislature
will soon come to see that, in carry-
ing out the principle of exempting raw
produce from taxation, they have
hitherto too much overlooked the
greatest " raw material" of all — the
soil itself.
In conclusion, let us beg the great
proprietors to give to this subject a
serious attention. It is in their power
to increase the rural depopulation, — it
is in their power to check it. As we
wrote long ago, " people do not crowd
into towns of their own choice. Give
them their free will and the means of
subsistence, and one and all of them
will prefer the fresh air, and the sights
and sounds of nature, to the stifling at-
mosphere, the reeking filth, and the
discordant cries of the city lanes and
courts." Give to peasants an induce-
ment to stay on estates, and they .will
not migrate ; give capital an opportu-
nity to settle there, and it will come.
Small holdings is what is wanted to se-
cure the first object, — an abandonment
of the passion for adding acre to acre
is requisite for the second. If there
be one quality more than another for
which the landed aristocracy of Great
Britain are distinguished, it is the
noble one of self-sacrifice. Of late,
by the abolition of the corn-laws,
they have been well tried, and they
have come out pure. If the present
question, so momentous to the last-
ing interests of Britain, required any
sacrifice on their part, we doubt not it
would be accorded. But no sacrifice
is required ; the interests of the land-
holders are peculiarly those of the
country at large. Their regard for the
rural population, though it have lost
the warm ties of clanship that once
held lord and peasant in affectionate
union, has never ceased, — we hope
soon to see it manifest itself more un-
mistakably. We hope soon to see
a large increase of small holdings for
the peasantry, — a freer opening for
the growth of small proprietors. By
so doing, the political power of the
Land would be greatly increased.
Property and Numbers are the real
elements of weight in the political
scale, and it will not do to rely on the
former alone. The Land has been
slighted of late, its rights endanger-
ed, because those interested in it are
few ; but its rights would stand se-
cure for all time were the proper-
ties many, and the rural population
interested in the land which they till.
The Conservative Land-societies are
doing some little good in this way ;
but it is in a national, not in a
political, light, that we would now
view their labours, and trust to see
their efforts lead to wider results than
those originally contemplated. No-
time more favourable than the present
for commencing this re-peopling ot
our rural districts. Rents are high,
prices are high, — both landlords and
tenants are prospering. After a long
depression, the Land enjoys a much-
needed access of prosperity. Let it
be turned to account. Let the land-
ed proprietors add to their declining
political weight by a timely accession
to their numbers ; — let the farmers be
benefited by having around them a
population adequate to the increasing
labour-wants of an advancing agricul-
ture ; let the peasantry benefit, by a
great increase in the number of small
holdings, which are just so many op-
portunities for them to rise in life,
and to find asylums in their old age
amidst the fields they had helped to till.
Finally, let the Legislature set free
the land by relieving it of its undue
burdens. They will be slow to do this
as long as those interested in the land
are few, — they will do it at once if
the demand become a national one.
Here let us close. We cannot go
back to the still larger question
respecting the power, welfare, and
stability of the empire as affected
by the purely urban tendencies ot
the present regime ; but, despite the
many shortcomings of our exposition,
we trust, for the sake of our coun-
try, that these matters will not be
overlooked by those who enjoy the
high privilege of affecting, by direct
action, the fortunes of the empire.
with the date of the transaction, is simply entered by the appointed officer under the
name of the last one in the State register aforesaid, and his claim is thenceforth legally
secured against all future question. The only objection to introducing this easy and
inexpensive plan into practice here," drily adds the writer, " would be, that it would
render impossible a monstrous amount of complicated litigation and still more mon-
strous lawyers' bills.
1855.] Death of the Rev. John Eagles. 757
DEATH OF THE REV. JOHN EAGLES.
WE have to mourn the death of a gifted contributor of twenty-five years'
standing, which took place on the 9th of the past month. The Rev. John
Eagles, best known to many of our readers as the author of " The Sketcher "
papers, has passed from us at the ripe age of seventy-one, but in the full
vigour of his singularly versatile genius, and the undiminished exercise of
his intellectual activities. His bodily frame suddenly gave way under the
pressure of a complaint which, with but slight external symptoms, had been
for some time undermining his constitution ; but, like that of the patriarch
of old, his end came upon him with his eye undimmed, and his natural force
unabated.
That his years should have been cut short in the midst of a prolonged
fruit- season, without passing under the oppression of wintry decrepitude,
which, if he had been longer spared, would certainly at some time have
ensued, may to some be an occasion of regret. Let us rather be thankful
that so much has been granted, and not repine for the want of those supple-
mentary years which are at best but a questionable boon to humanity, but
which it certainly has no right to expect. As we must count the soldier
happy, who, whatever may be his worth, dies full of strength and flushed
with victory, because he passes through the dark gateway of the Unseen with
dignity sustained to the end ; so let us not complain that the Artist and the
Man of Letters has passed from Time into Eternity with undarkened spirit
and untarnished honours. It might have been otherwise, for instances to the
contrary, no less painful than striking, have occurred.
Checking, on these grounds, any feeling of impatience which may give to
grief for the departed a complexion less sacred than its proper one, we are led
to look back from the boundary of a life, the value of whose acts is enhanced
by the limit now assigned to their multiplication, in order that we may recall
some points in that course at the end of which we now stand. Mr Eagles
was not only himself an important contributor to this Magazine, but the
son of a contributor, whose productions appeared under the signature ot
u Athenaeus" in some of pur older numbers. He was born at Bristol in 1784,
and began his education in the school of Mr Sayer, eminent as an antiquarian.
He became a Wykehamist at twelve or thirteen, and passed from Winchester
to Wadham College, Oxford, where he took his degree, and entered Holy
Orders in the Church of England. His first curacy, which he held for twelve
or fourteen years, was Halberton, in Devonshire, the Rev. Sydney Smith
having been his rector for the last five years of this time. It is remarkable
that he was cut off while preparing a review of Sydney Smith's Memoirs for
the pages of this Magazine. He removed from Halberton to the curacy of
Winford, near Bristol ; but in the year 1841 relinquished this charge for a
residence in or near his* native city, which continued till his death. His
life, like those of many others of similar pursuits, appears to have been free
from any very startling incidents, while it was fertile in mental impressions,
and at some periods active and busy beyond ordinary powers or opportunities.
To us his literary character naturally assumes a prominent position.
But his writings were chiefly the expression and interpretation of his thoughts
and feelings as an artist. The bulk of his papers were written on subjects
connected with painting. His contributions to the Magazine extend from 1831
to the present time, his last paper being a review of Once upon a Time. But
in 1833 and the two following years the admirable papers called "The
Sketcher " appeared — a series made up of critiques on schools and exhibitions
of painting, descriptions of scenery, elucidations of the principles of art — all
full of truth and beauty; pieces of poetry being judiciously introduced in
such measure and manner as only to give piquancy to the prose ; if indeed
that be truly called prose which is but poetry unfettered by metre, a
"linked" sweetness, long drawn out, " of luxuriant fancies and harmonious
imagery."
75* Death of the Rev. Jo/tn Eagles. [Dec. 1855.
But he also wrote on subjects political, social, and purely literary, in a
style changing from grave to gay, but in all its changes attractive. Many ot
his papers were written in the form of " Letters to Eusebius" — a name which
stands for that of an old and still surviving friend. All of them arc distin-
guished, not only by rare erudition and exquisite taste, but by a novelty of
treatment and a racy humour, which, while it enforces respect for the author,
opens a wide fund of interest and entertainment to the reader. A living and
sparkling wit accompanies the course of his subject in every direction, playful
and innocuous as summer lightning, occasionally breaking into stronger flashes
of satire, too much tempered with charity to sting, but touching the salient
points of our weaknesses, and making vulgarity and pretence ashamed, by
simply throwing light upon them. An enthusiastic scholar, he made those
immortal authors the teachers of his boyhood, the favourite companions of
an age which perhaps alone is capable of fully appreciating them ; and his
mind showed itself, in all that he spoke, wrote, or did, thoroughly imbued
with their spirit, but without the slightest tinge of pedantry. In this we may
compare him to a living author of nearly the same age as himself, and whose
friendship he enjoyed — Walter Savage Landor. His translations of Homer's
Hymns are well known to many of our readers ; and his happy illustrations
of Horace, Catullus, and others of the ancient poets, are not easily to be
forgotten. He was also the author of original poems of great merit, inspired
by the classic models, and showing the capacities of the English language as
a' vehicle of antique modes of thought.
No man has ever had a right to speak on the subject of Painting with
fuller knowledge, and on the strength of more practical experience ; for few
amateurs, if any, have ever plied the brush with greater perseverance and
success. Having formed his style principally on that of the great Italian
masters of landscape-painting, as well as by studies pursued during travel in
their glorious country, he painted English scenery with great truth, but ever
in its best aspects. He had a rare faculty of seeing the latent picture in every
form of nature, drawing out, as it were, the soul of the scene, and putting it
on canvass by itself, apart from all vulgarising accidents.
As a parochial clergyman, Mr Eagles earned the respect of all who knew
him, and was especially beloved by the poor, for the patient good-humour with
which he attended to their wants, and interested himself in their occupations.
But all that the world knows of such a man is trivial in the eyes of those
who had the privilege of his friendship. When his countenance became
animated in conversation, the great intellectual beauty with which it was
endued became for the first time apparent. Then first was seen the full effect
of his eloquent eyes, noble forehead, and most expressive mouth. His figure,
though not very tall, was majestic, from the fineness of the bust, and the
manner in which he carried his head. Though of strongly pronounced
opinions, a Tory of the old school in matters both of Church and State, he
was able to count some of his staunchest private friends amongst the number
of his political and polemical enemies; for all knew that in controversy he
never exceeded the bounds of the most delicate courtesy.
Of retiring habits, in consequence of a sensibility which shrunk into itself
when exposed to assumption and intrusion, and thus begrudging the riches of
his converse to general society, he was a charming companion to the few
before whom he chose to unveil his mind, delighting especially, by illustration
and argument, in drawing out the young, and leading the old back to youth
again — teaching ever that Poetry is the fairest side of Truth, and Charity the
highest law of action : above all, by living as an example of buoyancy of
mind and freshness of feeling, at an advanced age, and thus unconsciously
furnishing to any that might need it, one of the least fallacious proofs of the
indestructibility of the soul.
INDEX TO VOL. LXXVIII.
Abercromby, sir Ralph, 387— his expedi-
tion to Egypt, 392.
Aberdeen ministry, revelations regarding
the, 99— review of their policy, 101
et seq.
Abkasia, the inhabitants of, &c., 528.
Acheta, the works of, 227.
Actiniae, the, 224.
Adam, sir F., extracts from journal of,
387.
ADMINISTRATIVE REFORM — THE CIVIL
SERVICE, 116.
Administrative reformers, objects, &c. of
the, 119.
Africa, the circumnavigation of, by the
Phoenicians, 697.
Albacete railway, the, 452.
Alcoholic drinks, use, &c. of, 556.
Alexander, fort, at Cronstadt, 139.
Algonquin and Dakotah Indians, war be-
tween the, 166.
Allies, the terms offered to Russia by the,
259.
Alpine hare, the, 474.
AMERICA, THE NORTH-WEST STATES OF,
see Canada.
America, passion for speculation in, 42 —
beverages used in, 551 — the era of the
discovery of, 587.
American fur company, the, 1 70.
Anapa, the evacuation of, by the Rus-
sians, 268 — visit to, 522.
Anastasia, wife of Ivan the Terrible, 9,
10.
Anderson, Mr, on civil service appoint-
ments, 123.
Animals, variety of, used for food, 551.
Anne, empress of Russia, 185.
Anne of Brittany, Miss Costello's life of,
448.
Antiquity, sonnet to, 54.
Apollinarisberg, the, 714.
Apraxin, marshal, 191.
Aquarium, the, 221.
Arabat, destruction of, 92, 268.
Architecture, the art of, 7 1 3 — Ruskin on,
714.
Arctic discovery, enterprise, &c. of, 589.
Aristocracy, the outcry against the, 117.
Arnold, Edwin, Vernier by, 86.
ART, MODERN WORKS ON, 702.
Asia, beverages used in, 551.
Astrological almanacs, on, 61.
Aubrey, John, 62, 63.
VOL. LXXVIII. — NO. CCCCLXXXII.
Augustus III., king of Poland, 186, 195.
Austria, present position of, 231 — con-
duct of, at the Vienna conferences, 237 —
a party to the partition of Poland, 340
— the first partition, 344 — the second,
354— the productions x>f, at the Paris
exhibition, 603.
Authors and reviewers, on, 463.
Ayton, sir R., verses by, 63.
Azoff, sea of, operations and successes of
the Allies in the, 92, 267.
Back Holmen, island, &c. of, 460.
Backwoods hotel, a, 41.
Bacon, connection of Shakespeare with,
55.
Balaklava, sketches at, 457.
Ballad singing, disappearance of, 67.
BALTIC IN 1855, the, 135— its dangers, ib.
— its general character, 136 — sailing
from Kiel, ib.— Revel, 137— Cronstadt,
ib. et seq. — probabilities as to attack on
it, 142 —Part II. description and bom-
bardment of Sveaborg, 427.
Barbel fishing in the Lea, 467.
Bashi-Bazouks, the, 455.
Basil, bishop, on Simony, 666.
Batoum, visit to, 530.
Beatson, general, 455.
Beaux arts, the Palais de, at Paris, 600.
Bekchit Pasha, sketches of, 527, 531.
Belgian school of painting, the, 611.
Belgium, the productions of, at the Paris
exhibition, 603.
Bell's Life in London, notices of, 362 et
seq.
Belley, Leon, painting by, 610.
Ben Jonson, sketch of, 56.
Benefices, patronage of, in England, 680
note.
Berdiansk, bombardment of, 267.
Beste, J. R., the Wabash by, 595.
Betel as a narcotic, 558.
Beverages, variety of, 551.
Biren, favourite of Anne of Russia, 186 —
his fall, 190.
BLACK SEA, THE EASTERN SHORES OF THE,
521.
Black Sea, true aim of Russia in the, 2.
BLACKSTONE, WARREN'S ABRIDGMENT OF,
199.
Blakesley, Mr, his attack on Herodotus,
686.
Bonheur, Rosa, the paintings of, 607, 608.
BOOKS FOR THE HOLIDAYS, No. I., Bell's
8 D
760
Index.
Life in London, 362 — No. II., Any
recent work on Sporting, 463.
Boris Godounoff, Russia under, 12.
Bosquet, general, at the assault of the
Mamelou, 95.
Botanists, the scientific names given by,
225.
Bowling saloon, a, in St Paul, 330.
Boxer, admiral, death of, 266.
Braintree case, the, 59.
Bribery, universality of, in Russia, 283.
Bright, Mr, his argument against the
war, 261.
Brown, sir George, return of, to England,
267.
Buckley, the printer of the Spectator, 64.
BUNBURY'S GREAT WAR WITH FRANCE,
review of, 378.
Buol, count, and the Vienna conferences,
240.
Burglar, parallel between a, and Rus-
sia, 1.
Burton and his Anatomy, notices of, 57.
Burton's Pilgrimage to El Medinah, 590.
Bustard, extermination of the, in Eng-
land, 473.
Butler, Dr, anecdote of, 64.
Ca'ing whale, the, in Zetland, 470.
Calhoun, lake, 323.
Calmucks, emigration of the, from Russia,
346.
CALVERT'S JOURNALS AND CORRESPON-
DENCE, review of, 378.
Cambyses and his sister, story of, from
Herodotus, 694.
CAMPAIGN, STORY OF THE, see STORY.
Campbell, sir John, death of, at the
Redan, 263.
CANADA AND THE NORTH- WEST STATES
OP AMERICA, NOTES ON THE, Part IV.
Wisconsin, 39 — Part V. The Upper
Mississippi, 165— Part VI. Minnesota,
322.
Canoe voyaging, sketches of, 46 et seq.
Canon law, codification of the, 672.
Canrobert, general, succeeded by Pelis-
sier, 91.
Caroline, Queen of George II., character,
Ac. of. 446.
Caroline of Brunswick, Queen, 447.
Carriages, the exhibition of, at Paris, 605.
Cartismandua, Queen, 443.
Cass, governor, exploration of the Missis-
sippi by, 169.
Caterpillars, 570.
Catharine L, accession of, her policy, &c.,
183— her will, 185.
Catharine II., accession and policy of,
193 et seq., 338 et seq.
Catlow, A., Drops of water by, 224.
Cemetery at Sebastopol, capture of the,
91.
Centipede, the, in the Crimea, 459.
Central Bastion, repulse of the French at
the, 621.
CENTRALISATION, a Dialogue, 497.
Chadwick, Mr E., on the Civil Service,
122, 123.
Chalcedon, the Council of, on Simony,
665.
Charles XII., the war between, and Rus-
sia, 14.
Charlotte, Queen, 446.
Charlotte, the Princess, 447.
CHEMISTRY OF COMMON LIFE, THE, review
of, 548.
Chicago, city of, 337— railway traffic at,
328.
China, the productions of, at the Paris
exhibition, 604.
Chippeway Indians, the war between the,
and the Sioux, 166 — their numbers, &c.,
167.
Chocolate as a beverage, 551.
Choiseul, the Due de, policy of, toward
Russia, 198.
Christopher in his Sporting Jacket and
on Colonsay, remarks on, 399.
Church, the legislation of the, regarding
Simony, 665.
Church, the Russian, as organised by
Peter the Great, 16.
Circassia, sketches in, 523 et seq.
Circassians, sketches of the, 522 et seq.
CIVIL SERVICE, ADMINISTRATIVE REFORM
OF THE, 117.
Clarendon, lord, and the Vienna con-
ferences, 240.
Classes, artificial distinctions bet ween, 499.
Clisthenes, change in the constitution of
Athens by, 689.
Coaches, the first, 66.
Coal-fields of the United States, the, 335.
Coalition ministry, revelations regarding
the, 99 et seq. — review of their policy,
101.
Coca leaf, use of the, as a narcotic, 550,
558.
Cocoa, early use of, &c. in Mexico, 550.
Coffee as a beverage, 551, 554.
Coffee leaf, beverage from the, 552, 553.
Coleridge on opium-eating, 560, 561.
Collins' Rambles beyond railways, 593.
Colquhoun's Moor and the Loch, 473.
Columbus, the era of, 587.
Commons, house of, present aspect, &c. of
the, 98.
Conscription, pressure of the, in Russia,
250.
Constantinople the views of Russia on, 2
— early development of her views on, 9
et seq. — sketches at, 455.
Convicts, treatment, &c. of, in Russia,
281.
Cornwall, Collins' Rambles in, 593.
Corporal punishment, prevalence of, in
Russia, 273.
Cossacks, present state of the, 274.
Costello, Miss, Life of Anne of Brittany
by, 448.
COURTSHIP UNDER DIFFICULTIES, from
the German of F. Stolle, 718.
Index.
761
Creature comforts, 571.
Cricket, Bell's Life on, 370.
Crimea, conquest of the, by Russia, 343,
347, 349— her cruelties there, 350 —
Herodotus' account of the, 696, 698.
Crimean rat, the, 459.
Cromwell, anecdote of, 64.
Cron castle at Cronstadt, 139.
Cronslott, fort of, 139.
Cronstadt, island of, 138 — description of
the position and its defences, 137 et seq.
— strength of, and its garrison, 427.
Crow Wing, settlement of, 173.
Crown peasants, state of the, in Russia,
276.
Crown surgeons, the, in Russia, 271.
Crystal palace, the, 498 — the geological
restorations at the, 226 — on the opening
of it on Sunday, 501.
Cymbeline, Mrs Hall's account of, 443.
Cypselus, the story of, from Herodotus,
694.
Cyrus, anecdote of, from Herodotus, 691.
Daendels, general, 388.
Dakotah and Algonquin Indians, war be-
tween the, 166.
Damiani, definition of Simony by, 667.
Debtor and Creditor, changes in the law
of, 209.
Decimal coinage, on, 503.
Delaroche, the paintings of, 608.
Dempster, Mr, of Skibo, on small hold-
ings, 739.
Denham, sir John, anecdote of, 64.
De Quincey on opium-eating, 560, 561.
Despotism, origin and character of, in
Russia, 4.
Detroit, town of, 338.
Diet, essential similarity of. throughout
the globe, 549.
Dievitch, general, cruelties of, in Poland,
339.
Disraeli, Mr, his threatened no-confi-
dence motion, 99, 234— mode of cam-
paign proposed by, 260.
Dissidents of Poland, the, 197.
Divorce, on the law of, 207.
Dolgoroucki, prince, rise of, 185 — his
fall, 186.
Domestic servants, class, &c. of, in Rus-
sia, 273.
Doran's Lives of the Hanoverian Queens,
remarks on, 444.
Drinking, prevalence of, in Russia, 270,
274.
Drouyn de Lhuys, M., at the Vienna con-
ferences, 241.
Dryden and Milton, interview between.
60.
Dubuque, town of, 234.
Dundas, sir David, the Eighteen man-
oeuvres of, 385.
Dunkirk, the siege of, in 1794, 382.
EAGLES, REV. JOHN, DEATH AND CHAR-
ACTER OF, 757.
East Svarto, fort of, 461.
Easter, observance of, in Russia, 279.
EASTEKN SHORES OF THE BLACK SEA, THE,
521.
Ecclesiastical law, history of the, regard-
ing Simony, 665.
Edinburgh Review, the, scheme against
Simony proposed by, 684.
Education, proposed introduction of law
into, 200.
Egypt, the expedition under Abercromby
to, 393 — the productions of, at the
Paris exhibition, 604.
Eldon, lord, singular decision of, 199.
Elizabeth, Queen, sketches of, 54 — laws
regarding Simony under, 674.
Elizabeth, empress of Russia, accession
&c. of, 191.
England and France,the alliance between,
491 — the struggle regarding investi-
tures in, 671 — history of the law of
Patronage in, ib. — present state of the
laws regarding Simony in, 676 — state
of patronage in, 680 note — decrease of
the rural population in, 740.
English prisoners, treatment of, in Rus-
sia, 257.
English school of painting, the, 609.
English works of art at the Paris exhibi-
tion, the, 602.
Episodes of Insect life, notice of, 227.
Ettrick Shepherd of the Noctes, the, 397.
Europe, beverages used in, 551.
EUSEBIUS, LETTER TO— ONCE UPON A TlME,
Part II., 54.
Evidence, the law of, 209.
Exhibitions of London and Paris, com-
parison between the, 599.
Eyre, general, during the assault of the
Redan, 264 et seq.
Fable, admixture of, with early history,
687.
Fairs in Russia, the, 278.
Famine, evils from, in Russia, 272.
Fedor I., Czar of Russia, reign of, 12 — II.,
ib.
Felony, definition of, 205.
Ferrier, professor, as editor of the Noctes,
397.
Fielding, picture of the " Fourth estate "
by, 66.
" Fine writing," 568.
Finland, intrigues, &c. of Catharine in,
353 — and its population, sketches of,428
Finland, the gulf of, 429.
Fond du Lac, advantages of position of,
42— Indian village of, 46.
Food, variety of animals used for, 561.
Football, former playing of, in London,
65, 66.
Fourth Estate of Fielding, the, 66.
France, origin and progress of the alliance
with, 100 — conduct of, on the Turkish
question, 102 — treachery of the Aber-
deen ministry toward, 105 — policy of,
toward Catharine, 198 — commence-
ment, &c. of the last war with, 379 —
762
Index.
the alliance between her and England,
491 — provincialism in, 502 — the indus-
trial works of, at the Paris exhibition,
602.
Franklin, sir John, the loss of, 589.
Fredericksham, town of, 430 — attack on,
433.
Free peasants, state of the, in Russia, 276.
Freemasonry among the Winnebagoes,
177.
French school of painting, the, 607.
Fullom's Marvels of Science, remarks on,
229.
Gallitzin, prince, cruelty of Anne of Rus-
sia to, 186.
Genghiz Khan, effects of the conquest of
Russia by, 4.
Genitsch, bombardment and destruction
of, 92, 268.
Geological restorations at Sydenham, the,
226.
German powers, present position of the,
231.
Germans, the historical scepticism of the,
687.
Germany, past policy of Russia toward, 16.
Ghelendjik, visit to, 526.
Gibbon, the history of, 437.
Gibson, Mr Milner, his peace motion,
&c., 99.
Gladstone, Mr, character, &c. of, 114 —
speech of, on the war, 234.
Glasse, captain, at the bombardment of
Sveaborg, 434.
Gobelins tapestry, the, 605.
Goodhue, colonel, a Yankee editor, 325.
Gortchakoff, prince, at the Vienna con-
ferences, 2.
Gosse's Aquarium, review of, 219.
Graham, sir James, recent conduct of, 113.
Gratian, codification of the canon law
by, 672.
Great Britain, policy of, toward Catharine
of Russia, 198 — deficient preparations
of, for the war, 231.
Great Savannah, the, 51.
Greek Archipelago, the, 453.
Green, Mrs, Lives of the Princesses by,
448.
Gregory XIII., codification of the canon
law under, 672.
Grey ministry, aristocratic exclusiveness
of the, 117.
Grimsby burglar, parallel between Rus-
sia and a, 1.
Gudin, the paintings of, 609.
Guenever, Queen, 444.
Gunboats, want of, in the Baltic, 142,
231— the, at the bombardment of Svea-
borg, 434.
Gustavsward, fort of, 460.
Gustavus III., policy of Catharine of Rus-
sia toward, 194.
Hall, Mrs, the Queens before the Con-
quest by, 443.
Hammercloth, origin of the, 66.
Hammett, commander, death of, 514.
Hassall, Dr, Food and its adulterations
by, 229.
Hauteur des Terres, the, 165.
Haymaking, season of, in Russia, 274.
Helsingfors, city of, 430.
Hemp as a narcotic, 558.
Henry, major, wounded, 514.
Herbillon, general, 516.
HERODOTUS, ILLUSTRATIONS OF, 685.
Highlands, decrease of the rural popula-
tion in the, 736 et seq.
Hildebrand, the usurpations, &c. of, 668.
Historical poem, disappearance of the,
438.
History, modern, 437.
Hobart, lieutenant, at the bombardment
of Sveaborg, 433.
HOLIDAYS, see BOOKS FOR THE HOLIDAYS.
Holland, the expedition to, in 1793, 380
et seq.— that in 1797, 387 et seq.— paint-
ings from, at the Paris exhibition, 611.
Hollar, anecdote of, 63.
Hospitality, prevalence of, in Russia, 270.
Hotel dinner in the Far West, a, 329.
Hunt, Leigh, the Old Court Suburb by,
449.
Husband and wife, on the law of, 206.
Hutchinson, Lucy, the story of, 61.
Illinois central railway, the, 329.
Imitation, Ruskin on, 705.
IMPERIAL POLICY OF RUSSIA, THE, see
RUSSIA.
In Memoriam, remarks on, 313.
India, the productions of, at the Paris
exhibition, 603.
Indian village, an, 165.
Infernal machines, the Russian, 141.
Infidelity, character of modern, 73.
Ingres, the paintings of, 608.
Iowa, sketches in, 335.
IREN^EUS, LETTER TO — PARIS AND THE
EXHIBITION, 599.
Italy, the productions of, at the Paris
exhibition, 603, 604.
Itasca, lake, rise of the Mississippi in, 165.
Intoxicating drinks, uses, &c. of, 556.
Investitures, the contest for, 668.
Ivan the Superb, the Czar, 8.
Ivan the Terrible, reign, &c. of, 8.
Ivan, brother of Peter the Great, 13.
Jacobi, the infernal machines of, 141.
Jameson, Mrs, Sacred and Legendary
Art by, 708.
Jadin, the paintings of, 609.
Jaroslav the Great, reign of, in Russia, 5,
Jativa, sketches at, 452.
Jermak, conquest of Siberia by, 11.
Jews, the, in Russia, 274.
Jobbery, prevalence of, 121.
JOHNSTON, PROFESSOR, THE LAST WORK
OF, 548.
Jones, general, at the assault of the Re-
dan, 264.
Jonson, Ben, sketch of the career of, 56.
Justice, administration of, in Russia, 285.
Index.
763
Justinian code, legislation regarding pa-
tronage by the, 666.
Kadukoi, village of, 457.
Kainardji, the treaty of, 346.
Karamsin, Histoire de Kussie, 1 — on the
ancient Sclaves, 6.
Karr, Alphonse. a Tour round my garden
by, 507.
Kertsch, the first expedition against, and
its recall, 91 — the second, and its suc-
cesses, 92 — destruction of, 268 — past
and present state of, 521.
Kharkoff, roads near, 273.
Kiel, sailing of the fleet from, 136.
Kingsley's Glaucus, review of, 216 —
Westward Ho ! remarks on, 588.
KNIGHT'S ONCE UPON A TIME, Part II., 54.
Knout, the, in Russia, 281.
Labda, the story of, from Herodotus, 694.
Labonssiniere, general, death of, 264.
La Marmora, general Alex., death of ,266.
Lamartine's History of the Girondists, re-
marks on, 439.
Land, sale of, in the United States, 331.
Land speculation, prevalence of, in Ame-
rica, 42.
Landed proprietors, state, character, &c.
of the, in Russia, 269— their sufferings
there from the war, 249.
Landed property, law of succession of, in
Russia, 271.
Lang-brn, island, &c. of, 461.
Law, the expense of, 59 — on ignorance of,
as excusing its breach, 1 99 — importance
of the study of the, 200— the adminis-
tration of it in Russia, 285.
Lawrence, captain, at the bombardment
of Sveaborg, 434.
Lawyers, Burton on, 58.
Lay patronage, see SIMONY, &c.
Lea, fishing in the, 467.
Lead mines at Dubuque, the, 335.
Leslie's Hand-book for young Painters,
remarks on, 712.
Le Sueur, the voyages, &c. of, 170.
Liberum veto, origin of the, in Poland.
195.
LIGHT LITERATURE FOR THE HOLIDAYS,
No. I., Bell's Life in London, 362— No.
II., Any recent work on sporting, 463.
Lilla, fort of, 461.
Lindegren, Amelie, a Swedish painter,
606.
Lisi Nos, fort of, 142.
Little Redan, the, 513— repulse of the
French at the, 619.
Little Russia, the population, &c. of, 277.
Levy, the history of, 687.
Loggan stone, the, 593.
London, Burton on, 58 — former state of
the streets of, 60— picture of, 483 —
centralisation of, 504.
London society, sketch of, during last
century, 70.
Long, sir James, 64.
Louis Napoleon, policy of, in the war, 496.
Lovisa, town of, 430— attack on, 433.
Luth, the sieur de, 170.
Lytton, sir E. B., his motion on lord
John Russell, 235.
Machinery, the exhibition of, at Paris,
605.
MacMahon, general, at the assault of the
Malakhoff, 619.
M'Nab, Rory, a seal-hunter, 475.
MADRID TO BALAKLAVA, FROM, 452.
Maiden's Rock, legend of the, 332.
Malakhoff, attempt of the French on the,
96— the first assault of the, and its
repulse, 262 — progress of the French
works against the, 513 — description of
it, and its assault and capture, 618 —
errors in its construction, 621.
Malta, visit to, 453.
Mamelon, assault and capture of the, 95.
— visittoit,515 — great explosion at, ib.
Maple sugar, Indian manufacture of, 172.
March winds and April showers, notice
of, 227.
Marechal, painting by, 610.
Marriage, Warren on the law of, 206.
Marvel, Andrew, anecdote of, 63.
Mary de Medici, Miss Pardoe's life of,
449.
Masters and servants, relations between,
in Russia, 275.
MAUD, review of, 311.
Maud v. Cordelia, 569.
Maule, Mr Justice, on ignorance of the
law, 199.
Maurice, the works of, 74.
May-day in the old time, sketch of, 54.
May fair, origin of, 62.
May flowers, notice of, 227.
Mazeppa, hatred of, in Russia, 274.
Men, strength of Russia in, 427.
Mendota, city of, 324.
Menschikoff, the rise of the first, 183— his
fall, 185.
Menschikoff, prince, the negotiations of,
103.
Menschikoff, fort, 139.
Merchants, the class of, in Russia, 282 —
their sufferings from the war, 253.
Michael, prince, a Circassian leader, 528.
Midnight alarm, the, 566.
Mikhail Romanoff, the Tsar, 12.
Military education, state of, in Russia,
255.
Militia, continued neglect of the, 231 —
the Russian, state of, 256.
Milner Gibson, the motion of, on the war,
234.
Milton, the puritanism of, 60.
Minnesota, notes on, 322.
Minnesota river, the, 323.
Minnetonka, lake, 323.
Misdemeanour in law, definition of, 206.
Misseri's hotel at Pera, 455.
Mississippi, source of the, 165 — a canoe
voyage down the, ib. et seq. —the falls
of the, at St Anthony, 323.
764
Index.
Mississippi steamboat, voyage in a, 331
et seq.
MODERN LIGHT LITERATURE, Theology
— the Broad Church, 72— Science, 215
— History, 437— Travellers' Tales,
586— Art, 702.
Moonlight at Sea, 484.
Morning at Sea, a, 485.
Mountain, meditation on a, 578.
Moscow, when made the capital of Rus-
sia, 8.
Miiller, the frescoes of, 714.
Munich, marshal, 186— his accession to
power, 190 — his fall, 191.
Mycerinus, the story of, from Herodotus,
693.
Napier, sir C., correspondence of, with
sir J. Graham, 113.
Napier's Modern Painting at Naples, re-
marks on, 712.
Narcotics, employment of, 558.
Nargen, the Baltic fleet at, 137.
Narva, bay of, 429.
Nations, difficulty of tracing the origin
of, 5.
Navy of Eussia, the, 14.
Nebraska territory, the, 335.
Newspapers, ancient and modern, 64.
Niagara, visit to, 338.
Nicholas, views, &c. of, regarding the
Aberdeen ministry, 101.
Nile, Herodotus on the inundations of the,
697.
Nobility of Poland, character, &c. of the,
195.
Nobles, state, character, &c. of the, in
Russia, 269.
NOCTES AMBROSIAN.E, THE, review of,
395.
NORTH AND THE NOCTES, 395.
North of the Noctes, the, 399.
North American Indians, sketches of the,
165.
North- West Company of Montreal, the,
170.
NORTH-WEST STATES or AMERICA, see
CANADA.
Northern Barbarians, the invasions of
the, 5.
Officials, bribery among, in Russia, 283.
OLD CONTRIBUTOR AT THE SEA-SIDE, AN,
Where am I ? 478— What I got out of
to get into all this, ib. — How I got out
of all this, 483—1 am getting along,
484 — I am getting near the end of the
voyage, 485— Eureka, 486— Bathing at
, 488 — Letters and newspapers —
Fmperor and queen, 490— The snake,
491— A little event, 493 — A day of
gloom, 494 — Couleur de rose, 495— A
great event, ib. — Tickler, butterfly,
wasp, and myself, 562— Rosalind, 564—
Alas, poor Rosalind! ib. — The midnight
alarm, 566 — Tickler missing, 567 —
Fine writing. 568 — Maud <t. Cordelia,
569— Caterpillars, 570— A deed of dark-
ness, 571 — Creature-comforts, ib. —
Starlight, 572— Criticism, 573— Quite
out of the world, ib. — The storm, 574 —
An order of the day. 576 — Mybag,i6. —
Sabbath morning, 577 — Meditation on
a mountain, 578 — Symptoms of the
camp breaking up, 579 — A debate con-
cerning Tickler, ib. — Departure of the
detachment, 581 — A parting word or
two on politics, 582 — The day before
going off, 584 — The passage home, 585.
Old Court Suburb, notice of the, 449.
Oldfield, captain, death of, 514.
ONCE UPON A TIME, Part II., 54 — Queen
Elizabeth and May-day, 54 — Shake-
speare and Bacon, 55 — Ben Jonson, 56
— Shakespeare in Scotland, 57 — Bur-
ton and his Anatomy, ib.
Opium as a narcotic, 558— Coleridge on,
560.
Opritchini, the, in Russia, 10.
Oranienbaum spit at Cronstadt, the, 1 38.
Oster Svarto, fort of, 461.
OUR BEGINNING OF THE LAST WAR,
378.
OUR RURAL POPULATION AND THE WAR,
734.
Pacific railway, plan of the, 328.
Paintings, the, at the Paris exhibition,
606.
Palais de 1'Industrie, the, at Paris, 601.
Palmerston, lord, conduct of, as premier,
232.
Palmerston ministry, character of the,
117 — review of their proceedings, &c.
232 — ejection of lord John Russell,
235.
Papal church, claims of the, regarding
patronage, 668 et seq.
Paraguay tea as a beverage, 551.
Pardoe, Miss, life of Mary de Medicis
by, 449.
PARIS AND THE EXHIBITION, 599.
Paris, the Queen's reception in, 615.
Parliament, the debates on the war in,
259.
Patronage, see SIMONY.
Paul, fort, destruction of, 622.
Peace and war, comparative benefits of,
116.
Peace, general desire for, in Russia, 257.
Peasantry, sufferings of the, in Russia
from the war, 251.
Peasants, the crown, exactions from the,
in Russia, 251.
Peculation, universality of, in Russia,
286.
Peelites, treachery, &c. of the, 98 — their
conduct with regard to the war, 233
et seq.
Pelissier, general, accession of, to the
chief command, 91 — at the assault of
the Mamelon, 96.
Peloponnesian war, analogy between the,
and the present, 181.
Pepin, lake, 332.
Index.
765
Pereira, Dr, Johnston on the death of, 549.
Peter the Great, reign, &c. of, 14 — cha-
racter of the changes introduced by
him, 15 — Cronstadt founded by him,
137 — designs of, as to the succession,
182.
Peter II., reign and policy of, 185.
Peter III., accession and policy of, 191 —
his murder, &c., 193.
Peter, fort, at Cronstadt, 139.
Phoenicians, the circumnavigation of Africa
by the, 697.
Phillimore, R. J., bill for the amend-
ment of the laws relating to Simony
by, 664.
Physicians, scarcity of, in Russia, 273.
Pillory, the abolition of the, 65.
Poetry and science, alleged inconsistency
of, 226.
Poland, state of, on the accession of Ca-
tharine, 194 — her policy toward it,
195 et seq., 339 et seq.— the first parti-
tion, 344— the second, 354.
Police, exactions of the, in Russia, 280,
282.
Police spies in Russia, 275.
Popham, chief-justice, anecdotes of, 64.
Posting, mode of, in Kussia, 272.
Prairies of the United States, 336.
Preedy, commander, at the bombardment
of Sveaborg, 434.
Priests, character of the, in Russia, 279.
Princess, the, remarks on, 313.
Prisoners of war, treatment, &c. of, in
Russia, 256.
Provincialism, advantages of, 502.
Prussia, war between, and Russia, 191 —
present position of, 231 —a party to the
partition of Poland, 340— her share in
the first partition, 344 — and in the se-
cond, 354 — the productions of, at the
Paris exhibition, 603.
Pruth, the passage of the, by the Rus-
sians, 103.
Pugatscheff, the rebellion of, 194.
Pugilism, Bell's Life on, 366.
Puppet-shows, disappearance of, 62.
Purple tints of Paris, review of, 596.
Pyramids, Herodotus on the, 697.
Quarries, assault and capture of the, 95
et seq.
Queen, reception of the, in Paris, 615.
R. H. P., Wagram, or Victory in death,
by, 375.
Racing, Bell's Life on, 371.
Raglan, lord, at the assault of the Quar-
ries, 97— at the assault of the Redan
and Malakhoff, 263, 264— death and
funeral of, 266 et seq.
Railways, advantages and disadvantages
of, 504 — in the United States, progress
of, 327.
Rampsinitus and his treasure, the story
of, from Herodotus, 692.
Ramsay, captain, at the bombardment of
Sveaborg, 434.
Rapids of the Mississippi, shooting the,
176, 179.
Read, general, death of, at the Tcher-
naya, 518.
Recruits, difficulty of finding, 734.
Red river, rise of the, 165.
Redan, the first assault of the, and its
repulse, 263 — progress of the works
against, 513 — the second assault, 620
— abandoned by the Russians, its state,
&c., 622.
Redoute Kale, visit to, 529.
Reformatio Legum ecclesiasticarum, the,
674.
Religion, state of, in Russia, 278.
Repnin, prince, proceedings of, in Po-
land, 197.
Revel, description of, 137.
Reviewers and authors, 463.
Rifle-pits, capture of, at Sebastopol, 91.
Ripley, fort, 174.
Risbank, fort, at Cronstadt, 139.
Roads, state of, in Russia, 272.
Rocket-boats, the, at the bombardment of
Sveaborg, 434.
Roman Catholics, policy of Russia to-
ward, 187.
Romauzoff dynasty, rise of the, in Russia,
12.
RURAL POPULATION, OUR, AND THE WAR,
734.
Ruskin's Art Criticism, remarks on, 703 —
on architecture, 714.
Russell, lord John, correspondence of,
with Russia, 102 — his conduct at the
Vienna conferences, 233 et seq. — his
ejection from the ministry, 235.
RUSSIA, THE IMPERIAL POLICY OF, Part I.,
1 — her conduct at the Vienna confer-
ences, 2— the true object of Sebastopol,
ib. — her constitution, 4 — her former
condition, 5— the Northern barbarians,
6 — the Sclaves, ib. — the Tartar supre-
macy, ib. — Ivan the Terrible, ib. — cha-
racter of the people under him, 10 —
the conquest of Siberia, 11— the Stre-
litz, ib. — subsequent changes, ib. — the
reign of Sophia, 13— and of Peter the
Great, 14 et seq. — his policy regarding
Germany, 16— Part II. aspect and in-
terest of the present, 181— order of the
succession, 182— Catharine I., 383 —
Peter II. and Anne, 185 — her policy
and that of Rome, 188 — intrigues in
Poland, 189— Elizabeth, 191— Peter
III., 192— character of the court, ib.—
accession of Catharine II., 193 — her
policy towards Sweden, 194— and Po-
land, 195— Part III. 338 — policy of
Catharine toward Poland and Turkey,
339 et seq. — the first partition of Po-
land, 344— the treaty of Kainardji, 346
— the second partition, 354.
RUSSIA, [INTERNAL SUFFERINGS OF, FROM
THE WAR, 249.
RUSSIA, LIFE IN THE INTERIOR OF, landed
766
Index.
proprietors and nobles, 269 — the rela-
tion between the nobles and their
serfs, 271 — the crown peasants, 276 —
travelling, 280— Siberian convicts, 281
• — travelling convicts, 282— merchants,
ib.— the bribery of the officials, 283 —
peculation, 286.
Russia, feeling of the Aberdeen ministry
regarding, 101 — present position of,
231 — conduct of, at the Vienna con-
ferences, 236 — her error in rejecting
the terms of the Allies there, 259 — her
boundless resources in men, 427 —
effects of the war on her commerce, 428.
Russians, servility of character of the,
4,10.
Russian army, abuses in the, 255.
Russian hut, a, 277.
Russian soldiery, character of the, as
shown by the war, 427.
Russie, histoire de, 1, 181, 338.
Sabbath morning, a, 577.
Sage tea, use of, 553.
St Anthony, town of, arrival at, 180 —
sketches at, 322— falls of, 323.
St Christopher, the legend of, 711.
St Chrysostom on Simony, 666.
St Croix river, the, 331.
St Isidore, Simony denounced by, 666.
St John Bayle, Purple tints of Paris by,
596.
St Lawrence, watershed between, and
the Mississippi, 165.
St Louis river, sketches on the, 46 et seq.
St Paul, journey from Superior to, 46 —
city of, 324.
St Paul, fortress of, 521.
St Peter's river, 323.
St Petersburg, origin of, 14.
Sandy lake, 165.
Sardinians, junction of, with the Allies,
92 — their conduct at the Tchernaya,
516, 517.
Savannah river, the, 50.
Scheffer, the paintings of, 610.
Schlosser's History of the 18th and 19th
Centuries, 1, 181, 338.
Schomberg, captain, at the bombardment
of Sveaborg, 434.
Science, present state of, 215 — and poetry,
alleged inconsistency of, 226.
Sclaves, origin and character of the, 6.
Scotland, supposed visit of Shakespeare to,
57 — decrease of the rural population in,
735 et seq.
Sculpture, exhibition of, at the Paris ex-
hibition, 612.
Sea anemones, the, 224.
Sea fishing for trout, 469.
Sea weeds, the collection of, 223.
Seal shooting in Scotland, 474.
Sebastopol, the true object of, 2 —sketches
in the camp before, 457 — on the fall of,
495— the last hours of, 622— visit to it
after its fall, 625— CAMPAIGN OF, see
STORY OF THE CAMPAIGN,
Sefer Pasha, sketch of, 523.
Serfdom, dislike to, among the smaller
Russian nobility, 269.
Serfs, relations between, and the nobility
in Russia, and their condition, 271.
Servants, condition of, in Russia, 275.
Seskar, island of, 429.
Sevres, the porcelain of, 605.
Seymour, admiral, wounded by an in-
fernal machine, 141.
Seymour, sir G., on the designs of Russia.
101.
Shakespeare, interview, &c. of, with Bacon,
55 — supposed visit of, to Scotland, 57.
Shetland, a whale hunt in, 470.
Shoeblacks, the ancient, 65.
Shooting rapids, pictures of, 176, 179.
Siberia, conquest of, by Russia, 11.
Siberian convicts, treatment, &c. of, 281.
SIMONY AND LAY PATRONAGE, historically
and morally considered, 664 — history of
the laws regarding it, 665 — past and
present state of the English law, 671.
Simpson, general, succeeds Lord Raglan,
267— at the assault of Sebastopol, 617.
Sinope, the massacre of, and its effects, 2,
104, 105.
Sioux Indians, the, 166.
Sketcher, death of the, 757.
Small holdings, value of, 749.
Soldiers, levies of, in Russia, and pressure
of these, 274.
Soldiery, the Russian, their state, &c., 255.
Sophia, regent of Russia, 13.
Sophia of Brunswick, electress of Han-
over, 445.
Sophia Dorothea of Zell, Queen, 444.
Souchoum Kale, sketches at, 527.
Soujouk Kale, evacuation of, by the Rus-
sians, 268 — sketches at, 525.
Spanish railway, a, 452 — steamboats, 453.
Spanish modern school of painting, the,611.
Specie, scarcity of, in Russia, 254.
Spittler, sketch of Russia under Catharine
by, 196.
Sporting, recent books on, 463.
Stanislaus Augustus, King of Poland, cir-
cumstances of the election of, 196.
Starlight, 572.
Steamboat, a Mississippi, 331 — a Spanish,
453.
Steam voyage from Marseilles to Con-
stantinople, a, 453 et seq.
Stephens, sir James, on the civil service,
122.
Steppes of Russia, haymaking in the, 274.
Stewart, captain, at the bombardment of
Sveaborg, 434.
Stillwater, town of, 332.
Stoddart's Scottish angler, on, 468.
Stolle, F., courtship under difficulties,
from, 718.
Storm, a, 574.
STORY OF THE CAMPAIGN, THE, Part VIII.
chap, xxii., continued, 91 — chap, xxiii.,
The Position Extended,92— chap.xxiv.,
Index.
767
Assault of the Mamelon and Quarries,
95 — Part IX. chap, xxv., The Con-
ferences and debates, 259 — chapl xxvi.,
Attack of the Malakhoff and Redan,
262 — Part X. chap, xxvii., Progress of
the Siege, 513 — chap, xxviii., Battle of
the Traktir Bridge, 516 — chap, xxix.,
A Crisis in the Campaign, 519— Part
XL chap, xxx., The General Assault,
617 — chap, xxxi., The Last Hours of
Sebastopol, 622— chap, xxxii., a Re-
trospect, 627.
Strawberry hill, 69.
Street music, former, 67.
Street's Brick and Marble Architecture
in Italy, remarks on, 71 6.
Strelitz, organisation of the, 11— their re-
bellion, 12.
Strickland, Miss, the historical works of,
439 et seq.
Succession, law of, in Russia, 271.
Sugar cane, the, 555, 556.
Sumatra, use of coffee tea in, 553.
Sunday, on the opening of the crystal
palace on, 501.
Sunset scene at Constantinople, a, 514.
Superior, sketches in town of, 39 et seq.
Surgeons, deficiency of, in the Russian
army, 256 — and in the country, 273.
Svartholm, destruction of, 433.
Sveaborg, the acquisition of, by Russia,
428— description of its defences, 430 —
the bombardment of, 433 et seq.
Sweden, acquisitions of Russia from, 15.
Swift, Dean, and Partridge the almanac
maker, 61.
Sydenham, the geological restorations at,
226— the crystal palace, 498— on the
opening of it on Sunday, 501.
Table d'hdte in the Backwoods, a, 44.
Taganrog, bombardment of, 267.
Tartar population, prevalence of, in Rus-
sia, 7.
Tartars, effects of the conquest of Russia
by the, 4.
Tartars of the Crimea, war between the,
and Russia, 339.
Taxation, pressure of, in Russia, 250.
Taylor, John, the water poet, 56.
Tchatir Dagh, mount, 521.
Tchergoum, village of, 93.
Tchernaya, occupation of, by the Allies,
92— battle of the, 461,516.
Tchesme, the naval victory of, 342.
Tea, early use of, in China, 550— where
used, 551, 552.
Teas, various, used in America, 651.
TENNYSON'S MAUD, 311.
Thucydides, sources of the popularity of,
181 — character of the history of, 686.
Ticket-of-leave system, the, 67.
Tickler of the Noctes, the, 398.
Tobacco, early use of, 550— as a narcotic,
558.
Tobolsk, society in, 281.
VOL. LXXVIII. — NO. CCCCLXXXII.
Toledo, council of, regulations regarding
Patronage by the, 666.
Tourgueneff, La Russie et les Russes by,
1 — on the Tartar domination in Russia,
4, 5.
Tourists, modern, 589.
Tradesmen, exactions from the, in Russia,
253.
Traktir bridge, battle of the, 516.
Trans-sund, bay of, 429.
Travellers, modern, 586.
Travelling, modes and difficulties of, in
Russia, 272, 280— ancient, 695.
Trebizond, sketches at, 531.
Troops, march of, in Russia, 280.
Trout, sea fishing for, 469.
Truth, Ruskin on, 705.
Tuapse, scenery of, 526.
Tulbuken fort at Cronstadt, the, 139.
Tunis, the productions of, at the Paris
exhibition, 604.
Turkey, the Russian aggression on, 2 —
early development of the views of Rus-
sia on, 9 et seq. — views of Nicholas re-
garding, 101 et seq. — policy of the em-
press Anne toward, 190 — and of Catha-
rine II., 339 et seq. — the productions of,
at the Paris exhibition, 604.
Turks, intrigues of the, in Circassia, 523.
Turkish family, sketch of a, 454.
Turkish question, review of the conduct of
the Aberdeen ministry on the, 101 et
seq.
TWO YEARS OF THE CONDEMNED CABINET,
98.
Ukraine, conquest of the, by Russia, 12 —
its present state, 274.
United States, the productions of the, at
the Paris exhibition, 603 — paintings
from the, there, 611.
Universities, provision for establishing,
in the United States, 322.
Upper Mississippi, canoe voyage on the,
165.
Urban population, increase of, over rural,
742 et seq.— characters of the two, 752.
Valencia, the plain of, 452— city of, 453.
Valenciennes, the artillery at the siege of,
381.
Vansittart, captain, at the bombardment
of Sveaborg, 434.
Vargon, fortress of, 461.
Verlat, Charles, painting by, 611.
Vermin in the Crimea, 459.
Vernet, Horace, the paintings of, 607.
VERNIER, 86.
Viborg, town of, 429— repulse at, 433.
Vienna conferences, the proposals of Rus-
sia at the, 1 — conduct of lord John
Russell at the, 233 et seq.— review of
them, 236 et seq., 259.
Voltaire's Pierre le Grand, i., 181 — char-
acter of Catharine I. by, 183.
Voluntary contributions, pressure of, in
Russia, 251.
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Index.
Voyageurs, sketches of, 46 et seq.
Wabash, the, by J. R. Beste, notice of,
595.
Waddilove's Church patronage, 664.
Wages, rates of, in Russia, 272.
WAGRAM, OR VICTORY IN DEATH, 375.
Walpole, Horace, the letters, &c. of, 68.
Walton's angler, 467.
WAR, THE, THE CABINET, AND THE CON-
FERENCES, 231.
WAR, INTERNAL SUFFERINGS OF RUSSIA
FROM THE, 249.
WAR, OUR BEGINNINGS OF THE LAST, 378.
WAR-POLITICS, WHAT ARE WE FIGHTING
FOR? 631.
War, benefits from, 116 — character of the
present, 231— reflections on it, 583.
WARREN'S BLACKSTONE, 199.
Watab, Indian village of, 177.
Werayss, captain, at the bombardment of
Sveaborg, 434.
West Svarto, fort of, 461.
Whale-hunt in Shetland, a, 470.
WHEELER'S HERODOTUS, review of, 685.
Whigs, aristocratic exclusiveness of the,
117.
Wife, legal position of the, 206.
WlLSON, PROFESSOR, THE NOCTES AM-
BROSIAN-E BY, reviewed, 395.
Winnebagoe Indians, the, 177.
Winona, Indian legend of, 332— village of,
334.
Wisconsin, notes on, 39 et seq.
Wisconsin river, the, 334.
Withers the poet, anecdote of, 64.
Yelverton, captain, operations under, in
the Baltic, 433.
Yenikale, capture of, 92, 268 — its state,
522.
York, the duke of, the expedition to Hol-
land under, 380 et seq. — improvements
in the army by, 385 — the second expe-
dition to Holland under, 388.
Yvon, Adolphe, painting by, 607.
ZAIDEE, Part VIII. Book II. chap, xxvii.,
Mrs Williams' room, 18 — chap, xxviii.,
Grandfather Vivian, 20— chap, xxix.,
Recovery, 23— chap, xxx., A pair of
friends, 25— chap, xxxi., The Curate's
wife, 27 — chap, xxxii., The Grange, 29
— chap, xxxiii., Mrs Vivian's journey,
32 — chap, xxxiv., Failure, 34— chap,
xxxv., The family fortunes, 36— Part
IX. Book III. chap, i., A new home,
146 — chap, ii., The way before us, 148
— chap, iii., Maiden meditations, 151 —
chap, iv., Sylvo, 153 — chap, v., Dis-
appointments, 156 — chap, vi., A change
of opinion, 159 — chap, vii., The troub-
ling of the waters, 162— Part X. chap,
viii., Visitors, 288— chap, ix., The evils
of knowing an author, 290 — chap, x.,
The great author, 293— chap, xi., Mis-
understanding, 296 — chap, xii., Eco-
nomy, 299 — chap, xiii., A visit, 301 —
chap, xiv., Heaviness, 304 — chap, xv.,
A new thought, 306 — chap, xvi., Im-
provement, 309 — Part XI. chap, xvii.,
Wanderings, 409 — chap, xviii., Mal-
vern, 411 — chap, xix., The beginning
of danger, 414— chap, xx., Mary's fate,
416 — chap, xxi., Consent, 419 — chap,
xxii., Percy's shortcomings, 421 — chap,
xxiii., The history of the Vivians, 424
—Part XII. chap, xxiv., Another effort,
532— chap, xxv., Return, 534 — chap,
xxvi., In peril, 537— chap, xxvii., Au-
other hope, 540 — chap, xxviii., Alarms,
543 — chap, xxix., Another trial, 545 —
Part XIII. chap, xxx., Another journey,
647— chap, xxxi., Home, 650 — chap,
xxxii., Everybody's story, 653 — chap,
xxxiii., Sophy, 656 — chap, xxxiv., The
head of the house, 658 — chap, xxxv.,
Conclusion, 661.
Zetland, a whale-hunt in, 470.
Zikinzir, castle of, 530.
Zouaves, the, in the Crimea, 459.
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